Toy of Magic
I own nothing but my own ideas
To the 11 year old's coming off the train , Hogwarts and the magical world that comes with it is a dream. A toy, a bright shiny new toy to play with. As they grow up , the toy gets old, faded, normal, and they don't really feel satisfied with it anymore. They continue to play with it , however, they cant quite toss it aside.
Few realize this , chalking it up to childhood loss. Even less notice that the toy always was, from the moment they picked it up, fundamentally broken.
The toy is old. It was a nice toy, built out of materials that made sense a long time ago. Now the toy is a shadow of its former self, mismatched, with missing parts, and senselessly held together by thin string each newcomer adds.
The toy is the wizarding world.
The religion that Muggles once held to like a lifeline, faded with time, leaving no cause for the muggleborn discrimination. Werewolves were once little known and much more feared. With Wolfsbane potion they gain control, but fear and the practice of out-casting them from society has not stopped. Wizards still have a 'humans are superior' attitude.
New parts should have been added to the toy. Paper used instead of parchment. Pants instead of robes. Understanding of technology has been ignored instead of incorporated by those who would keep things the same. In the past, when the toy was new.
Would magic protect wizards from guns? Nukes? Lasers?
Can magic stand up to technology? The wizards have the advantage of stealth, hidden as they are among the muggles, but will they ever view muggles as a threat, let alone take and adapt technology. The sad answer is that they probably wont.
For they all want to stay with the toy, staying with sediment over practicality.
Every year new children pick up the toy, never seeing its flaws, and take the toy with them to the future, adding strings instead of fixing it, and pass it on. Never asking why or questioning the way things are. Then its too late, and they belong to the world of the toy, enchanted by it. No one ever asks the important question.
How long? How long before the toy breaks, the strings snap, the whole thing shatters in front of them, society to far behind to catch up?
How long before magic becomes a crutch?
This was an exploration. I thought it would be interesting to write like this. Its certainly new, but probably not something ill do much. Authors do see you on the traffic graph ,so please review reader. Id like to hear what you thought.
