Hi,
I've got some time here now. If I were you, I'd save the mentioning of UChicago, its students, or any other real fact about the college until the end since you've started what is already such a great metaphor. Meaning, make the admissions committee believe they are not UChicago faculty, but rather members of your Hogwarts.....
During my childhood, I devotedly perused the seven volumes of Harry Potter. As I immersed myself in the black print that disclosed the adventures of the wizard boy, I imagined myself walking down the warm halls of Hogwarts and dining in the Great Hall with other gifted minds.
{You could take out the first sentence and just begin with, As I immersed myself...... and probably want to throw out "gifted minds" since one might infer that you consider yourself as someone who is gifted....it's always best that this comes from others and is not self-ascribed as it sounds pretentious}
Instead of lying tucked under my covers accompanied by a single light, I cast spells and followed the three friends on(in?) their antics.
{The covers and lighting quickly vanished from my conscience as I found myself casting spells with my three friends, joining them in their antics. This was my new home. This was my new family. Yet, something was amiss. Was it fear? An inner dread? I couldn't quite put my finger on it, yet I knew the covers and lighting would soon return and my Hogwarts would vanish..... I suddenly longed for something more. A place perhaps, one that would take me to my Hogwarts but removed of the dreadful reality of ever having to leave......I think I've found this place. It's gothic architecture, the "math pirate" I've heard so much about..was this really the place "where fun comes to die? Surely, it couldn't be. Not my Hogwarts.......and so on....the rest is up to you.....}
Hope this helps a little. I could use a little feedback as well. Thanks!
Jason J Rhee