No one in the Renwick family ever suspected that Jonathan was a wizard.
In his eleven years of life he never showed any signs of having any magical ability.
If he did show signs, there would be no one around to see it occur.
He liked to spend his time in his room alone reading books or practicing any musical
instrument he could get his hands on. He preferred being part
of the social activities of the characters in the stories he read than interacting
with the people in his world. Years from now his parents would comment that they wished
they would have made him attend more social functions. They feel that they are to blame
for the person he became. Jonathan would disagree.
Receiving the letter was like a divine gift to Jonathan. He had always wished for a
magical world to exist for him live in. The thought of him going to a magic oriented
school gave him more pleasure due to him hating his current school. The children there
thought of him as odd and avoided him. He had no friends there. Everyday at school he
would just daydream about returning to his books at home. Fortunately, the classes he
took at school were easy for him and his grades never suffered. He would have been
more interested if the school were to offer classes on his favorite subject. Magic
He had always been interested in magic. He was always trying to find any book he could
on the subject. But, finding books on magic in a small town in 1784 can be quite difficult.
When he was lucky enough to find one of the books he would devour it in several days.
When he wasn't so lucky he would just reread the same books he already owned.
He read and read and read hoping to find a glimpse of what might be out there. He had
always thought that there was more to life even though everyone told him there was only
heaven and hell. The letter in his hand told him otherwise.
He looked up from the leter when he heard his mother enter the room. She sat down
next to him.
"What are you thinking about?"
Jonathan looked up from the letter and asked "I am wondering why I was chosen and
why no one ever told me this school or the magical world exists?"
"Why you were chosen?" she asked looking at him curiously.
"You are a wizard. In the back of our minds we knew you were one. We chose to ignore
it hoping that you were not one, " she answered.
He looked at her with a look on his face similar to that of a person who was
just given a handfull of horse manure.
She sensed that she just insulted him and said "There is a large responsibility
in raising someone who is magical. You never know if they are going to disappear
and reappear on the other side of town or turn someone in the family into a toad
if they upset them. Since you showed no signs of being magical we decided it would
be better to wait until you were old enough to tell you about that other side of life."
"Does everyone else know about this?" he asked.
"No, " she replied, "your father and I are the only ones in the family that know.
Your great grandmother was a witch and attended Hogwarts when she was your age.
As far as we know you and your great grandmother are the only magical people our
family has ever had."
She looked out the window, saw the moon in the sky and said "it is getting late and
you must get to bed. You will have a long day ahead of you tomorrow. We will have to get up
early to get your school supplies." She stands up and kisses him on the forhead
and tells him goodnight. "Good night," he said as he climbed into bed. He fell
asleep smiling.
In his eleven years of life he never showed any signs of having any magical ability.
If he did show signs, there would be no one around to see it occur.
He liked to spend his time in his room alone reading books or practicing any musical
instrument he could get his hands on. He preferred being part
of the social activities of the characters in the stories he read than interacting
with the people in his world. Years from now his parents would comment that they wished
they would have made him attend more social functions. They feel that they are to blame
for the person he became. Jonathan would disagree.
Receiving the letter was like a divine gift to Jonathan. He had always wished for a
magical world to exist for him live in. The thought of him going to a magic oriented
school gave him more pleasure due to him hating his current school. The children there
thought of him as odd and avoided him. He had no friends there. Everyday at school he
would just daydream about returning to his books at home. Fortunately, the classes he
took at school were easy for him and his grades never suffered. He would have been
more interested if the school were to offer classes on his favorite subject. Magic
He had always been interested in magic. He was always trying to find any book he could
on the subject. But, finding books on magic in a small town in 1784 can be quite difficult.
When he was lucky enough to find one of the books he would devour it in several days.
When he wasn't so lucky he would just reread the same books he already owned.
He read and read and read hoping to find a glimpse of what might be out there. He had
always thought that there was more to life even though everyone told him there was only
heaven and hell. The letter in his hand told him otherwise.
He looked up from the leter when he heard his mother enter the room. She sat down
next to him.
"What are you thinking about?"
Jonathan looked up from the letter and asked "I am wondering why I was chosen and
why no one ever told me this school or the magical world exists?"
"Why you were chosen?" she asked looking at him curiously.
"You are a wizard. In the back of our minds we knew you were one. We chose to ignore
it hoping that you were not one, " she answered.
He looked at her with a look on his face similar to that of a person who was
just given a handfull of horse manure.
She sensed that she just insulted him and said "There is a large responsibility
in raising someone who is magical. You never know if they are going to disappear
and reappear on the other side of town or turn someone in the family into a toad
if they upset them. Since you showed no signs of being magical we decided it would
be better to wait until you were old enough to tell you about that other side of life."
"Does everyone else know about this?" he asked.
"No, " she replied, "your father and I are the only ones in the family that know.
Your great grandmother was a witch and attended Hogwarts when she was your age.
As far as we know you and your great grandmother are the only magical people our
family has ever had."
She looked out the window, saw the moon in the sky and said "it is getting late and
you must get to bed. You will have a long day ahead of you tomorrow. We will have to get up
early to get your school supplies." She stands up and kisses him on the forhead
and tells him goodnight. "Good night," he said as he climbed into bed. He fell
asleep smiling.