James thought that it was going to be another normal year at Hogwarts, how wrong was he. Lissy, the quiet girl had just sat down next to him one morning at breakfast. The only thing that could make this odder is what she said next, "Don't you ever wish you could just leave all this magic stuff behind?"
James was stunned, he had never thought about that, give up magic, what absurd notion was this? Magic ran through their veins it was in their very fabric of being, how could he just leave it behind? Snap his wand in half and start living like a muggle, this was the last thing on James mind. "Um, I guess not, why do you ever think about it?" James retorted trying to not sound confused.
"Oh yes, all the time, I don't really like magic much, I guess that's why I never really did well here. My mom is a muggle and really disagrees about magic. My father is all for me learning more about it. I didn't really want to come here and my dad thought it was a shame if I didn't take advantage of the opportunity to learn more about it. The final agreement was that I had to come here for three years and if I decided I didn't like it after that I could go back to being homeschooled with my brothers and sisters. After this year I'm not coming back. I decided this in my first year here. I decided that magic was the devil's work and that the way to God isn't through magic but through worshiping Him all the time and living simply and for Him alone. I guess I take after my mom more in that matter. My mom is Catholic and my dad, well I don't really know what my dad believes, I don't even know if he knows," she ended with a thoughtful expression on her face.
James was stunned; he had never thought about God before or ever knew anybody who really did. He went along with eating his toast so he could think of a response. "That's um, an interesting view point. Whose this God person you talked about?" he asked.
"You've never heard of God or Jesus Christ?" she asked astonished.
"Um no, should have, you should know I never listen in History of Magic," he responded now even more confused.
"Oh no, they would never talk about Jesus here. He is my savior and friend. He will be your friend too if you give you open your heart to him and let him," she said taking a bite of egg.
"How do you know this Jesus guy?" James asked.
"Through church, the Bible and being raised in a Christ-center environment," she said simply.
"Um okay, so how did he save you exactly?" he asked.
"By giving his life for me and dying on the cross for my sins," she said as though this was common knowledge where she came from.
"Ok, how can you believe it though?" he asked hoping to make her go quiet so he could mull his thoughts over, but no she had a response.
"Some say magic doesn't exist but apparently we can use it. Here, read this, it explains everything, I would suggest with starting with, Genesis, the Gospel of John, psalms, proverbs, and the acts of the Apostles," she said handing him a book that was at least three inches thick.
"Um thanks, can I give it back to you when I'm done?" he asked.
"Of course, if you have any more questions, just ask, if you want to pray about things, try not to think so much but let your soul do the talking for you," she said, picking up her bag and leaving him to mull things over until his friends arrive down from the tower for breakfast.