Okay, so I've been thinking about Harry Potter recently...why am I saying recently, I think about Harry Potter practically ALL the time, and I've mostly been thinking about squibs and how bad they have it. Think about it, all of your childhood you live as part of this magical world where you see weird and wonderful things happening all around you and you've been told that you will go to this amazing school and learn magic.
Then the summer before what would be your first year comes and goes with no letter.
I imagine it'd be like how Potterheads feel when their Hogwarts letter doesn't arrive (which is hard for me to talk about, I cried so much that summer).
And just imagine if you had brothers and/or sisters who could do magic and how sucky it would be to have to see them off on Platform 9 3/4 and hear even more stories about the brilliant and fantastic school which you will never ever see.
It would just be awful.
No wonder Filch is so grumpy. I mean, he has to WORK there and see young children wave their wands around casting spells like it's nothing. Knowing that they'll never appreciate this gift that they've been blessed with, the ability to use magic.
And also I think Mrs Figg deserves so much more respect than she gets. She didn't turn out as hateful and miserable as Filch did and that's amazing. I know that if I was a squib, I'd definitely more of the Filch kind.
Then I'd get a cat (all the Squibs are getting one) and we'd live alone and I'd cuddle with the cat on tumblr and then the cat would hypnotize me into getting another cat and then another cat and then another cat and I'd become the crazy cat lady that everyone's afraid of all because of my Squibness...
I feel like I deviated from the topic of discussion there...oops.
Until tomorrow, toodle pip.
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