I love magic.

Harry Potter was never a big thing when I was a kid, probably due to location (middle of buttfuck nowhere, Australia), but maybe the fact that no-one read anything other than the sports column of the paper and I was considered the Matilda of the town.

I practically lived in the library, and stole my first harry potter book from a heat-struck tourist that had wandered in seeking air conditioning.

also how I ended up getting called Jack Frost.

The library aircon was the greatest thing ever.

The librarian was a Landwhale though. She needed the cold.

Government funding kept the aircon running.

It also let me sneak in an order for the Harry Potter books I had yet to read. They arrived in the mail. I covered them with clear laminate and they didn't even have any bubbles. They were in perfect condition and although they had the library barcode- they were MINE.

MINE I SAY.

then I got cleaned up by a drunk driver and not even magic could salvage my legs.

I always had magic though.

The Marauders fascinated me before I learned there was even a fan base. I wrote this one great story about James Potter and the Giant Squid and looking back now it's kind of like the mutant child between James and the Giant Peach and a Tardis. And back then I couldn't write for shit so it's hilarious.

I'd share it with you if I could find it- it's in a box somewhere with my other story scraps and manuscripts.