p style="box-sizing: border-box; margin: 0px 0px 24px; font-family: 'Source Sans Pro', 'Helvetica Neue', Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif; line-height: 24px; font-size: 18px; padding: 0px; color: #555555;" data-p-id="aef63d7e280046548451c73f8a4671f8"As far as anyone could tell, Jane Miller was not the most normal teenage girl. She was tall, some might attribute that to her oddity, and yet, her height was not the only thing off. In the moonlight, her eyes shone silver, brighter in tone than the moon, yet in the day, they gleamed no more than fog. /p
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p style="box-sizing: border-box; margin: 0px 0px 24px; font-family: 'Source Sans Pro', 'Helvetica Neue', Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif; line-height: 24px; font-size: 18px; padding: 0px; color: #555555;" data-p-id="ea1f7fc6945fe88b29864ec67595bf70" When she was seven, she put her whole heart and soul into learning how to fly, based upon her grand papa's tales. She would run about her summertime lawn, daring all of those little dandelion wishes to push her up to the stars. /p
p style="box-sizing: border-box; margin: 0px 0px 24px; font-family: 'Source Sans Pro', 'Helvetica Neue', Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif; line-height: 24px; font-size: 18px; padding: 0px; color: #555555;" data-p-id="4f42f1223d5ede234ce2c104b177afcf" I do believe that that summer in particular was the first summer we had first noticed her. I daresay I recall walking past her front steps, drinking in the sunny July rays when I saw her. I thought to myself; "My, what a darling little girl. Lovely little freckles, sweet little eyes. Yet a muggle, I presume. Muggles always are extraordinary creatures. Odd, dim, extraordinary creatures. Somehow, this girl feels not quite muggle. More like a moon, or a comet. Those eyes certainly indicate the latter two. "/p
p style="box-sizing: border-box; margin: 0px 0px 24px; font-family: 'Source Sans Pro', 'Helvetica Neue', Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif; line-height: 24px; font-size: 18px; padding: 0px; color: #555555;" data-p-id="3a7474ccdba5940bb721d63ef49a2203"And I felt in my heart, that although she may be a more pathetic being, I should still help the poor dear. You should have seen her, dashing about so. Wishing beyond possible imagination, I suppose. So, before the child's eyes swept mine, I gave her a little magic. Just a little, not as much to arouse suspicion, yet enough. With a thought of a charm- the flying one- she was up into the air. Just a little. At that point I was quite well hidden behind the garage shed, for what should happen if a parent came out to see me? Oh, but even so, you should have seen her. The poor thing was so hoping to soar, and I allowed her a few inches, eight at most. When she did, one cannot imagine the smile that that dear child presented. It was almost is if she was born to have magic flow into her bones, for when I stopped her, she did not lower when I meant her to. Instead, she remained up in the air a few moments longer, maybe five, maybe ten. And at that moment, I knew./p
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p style="box-sizing: border-box; margin: 0px 0px 24px; font-family: 'Source Sans Pro', 'Helvetica Neue', Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif; line-height: 24px; font-size: 18px; padding: 0px; color: #555555;" data-p-id="69154a303c3faa1f7abe10d316735ed7"She belonged in a place where magic is learned, where imagination is reality./p
p style="box-sizing: border-box; margin: 0px 0px 24px; font-family: 'Source Sans Pro', 'Helvetica Neue', Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif; line-height: 24px; font-size: 18px; padding: 0px; color: #555555;" data-p-id="a36e7b424540cc1c2aea73cedf07af9e"Hogwarts./p
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p style="box-sizing: border-box; margin: 0px 0px 24px; font-family: 'Source Sans Pro', 'Helvetica Neue', Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif; line-height: 24px; font-size: 18px; padding: 0px; color: #555555;" data-p-id="818ffa866517b8028e86a9876fe8a63c" She never fell ill, of which her mother truly boasted. According to Jane's grandfather, the Miller's never fell to the common cold because they had warrior blood. Dragon's blood. Jane adored this./p
p style="box-sizing: border-box; margin: 0px 0px 24px; font-family: 'Source Sans Pro', 'Helvetica Neue', Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif; line-height: 24px; font-size: 18px; padding: 0px; color: #555555;" data-p-id="ea1f7fc6945fe88b29864ec67595bf70" When she was seven, she put her whole heart and soul into learning how to fly, based upon her grand papa's tales. She would run about her summertime lawn, daring all of those little dandelion wishes to push her up to the stars. /p
p style="box-sizing: border-box; margin: 0px 0px 24px; font-family: 'Source Sans Pro', 'Helvetica Neue', Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif; line-height: 24px; font-size: 18px; padding: 0px; color: #555555;" data-p-id="4f42f1223d5ede234ce2c104b177afcf" I do believe that that summer in particular was the first summer we had first noticed her. I daresay I recall walking past her front steps, drinking in the sunny July rays when I saw her. I thought to myself; "My, what a darling little girl. Lovely little freckles, sweet little eyes. Yet a muggle, I presume. Muggles always are extraordinary creatures. Odd, dim, extraordinary creatures. Somehow, this girl feels not quite muggle. More like a moon, or a comet. Those eyes certainly indicate the latter two. "/p
p style="box-sizing: border-box; margin: 0px 0px 24px; font-family: 'Source Sans Pro', 'Helvetica Neue', Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif; line-height: 24px; font-size: 18px; padding: 0px; color: #555555;" data-p-id="3a7474ccdba5940bb721d63ef49a2203"And I felt in my heart, that although she may be a more pathetic being, I should still help the poor dear. You should have seen her, dashing about so. Wishing beyond possible imagination, I suppose. So, before the child's eyes swept mine, I gave her a little magic. Just a little, not as much to arouse suspicion, yet enough. With a thought of a charm- the flying one- she was up into the air. Just a little. At that point I was quite well hidden behind the garage shed, for what should happen if a parent came out to see me? Oh, but even so, you should have seen her. The poor thing was so hoping to soar, and I allowed her a few inches, eight at most. When she did, one cannot imagine the smile that that dear child presented. It was almost is if she was born to have magic flow into her bones, for when I stopped her, she did not lower when I meant her to. Instead, she remained up in the air a few moments longer, maybe five, maybe ten. And at that moment, I knew./p
p style="box-sizing: border-box; margin: 0px 0px 24px; font-family: 'Source Sans Pro', 'Helvetica Neue', Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif; line-height: 24px; font-size: 18px; padding: 0px; color: #555555;" data-p-id="846016399d894868b48fa0ebf2f2635b"This girl did not belong here. /p
p style="box-sizing: border-box; margin: 0px 0px 24px; font-family: 'Source Sans Pro', 'Helvetica Neue', Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif; line-height: 24px; font-size: 18px; padding: 0px; color: #555555;" data-p-id="69154a303c3faa1f7abe10d316735ed7"She belonged in a place where magic is learned, where imagination is reality./p
p style="box-sizing: border-box; margin: 0px 0px 24px; font-family: 'Source Sans Pro', 'Helvetica Neue', Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif; line-height: 24px; font-size: 18px; padding: 0px; color: #555555;" data-p-id="a36e7b424540cc1c2aea73cedf07af9e"Hogwarts./p
p style="box-sizing: border-box; margin: 0px 0px 24px; font-family: 'Source Sans Pro', 'Helvetica Neue', Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif; line-height: 24px; font-size: 18px; padding: 0px; color: #555555;" data-p-id="d682ae708c8de5b38c96368fdea4bdc0"As I knew this, I did not move. I did not run over, I did not shout. Instead, I turned, breathless with excitement, for perhaps I had just found the next great witch. Perhaps she would return our world to normal. Perhaps she would change it for the best. Times do change. Or, perhaps not. Yet I kept walking away from her world. I would have to tell someone, someone to send her home. But at that time, I knew not what to do, so I left./p
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