"Listen, we're going to have to have a talk."
My father had just finished reading the 'Daily Prophet' with the headline "You-Know-Who Strikes Bristol." Underneath the headline was a photograph of a bunch of morons running around frantically for somewhere to hide. I knew it was nothing to laugh about, but I still found it rather amusing. I mean, it didn't really apply to me. I'm a squib, what the heck do I care?
"Are you listening?" My father said.
I nodded. I hate when my dad asks me if I'm listening when I have been the whole time. It's not like squibs are any less attentive than wizards are.
"The test results came in," said my father.
For those of you who don't know, every year squibs have to be tested for magical ability, because sometimes magical ability stays hidden for a while, even after you're 11 years old and supposed to be going to wizarding school, aka, me. There are 100 tasks you're supposed to preform, and for each task you preform correctly, you get a point.
1-75 points Squib.
76-90 points Legally a Wizard/Witch.
91-100 points Dream on.
You know what the highest amount of points I've ever gotten was?
One and a half.
I'm dead serious. That's the highest score I've ever gotten on this test. And the lady who gave me the test was probably just feeling sorry for me. So yeah, that's probably what my father was going to yell at me about.
He was probably going to throw in a few things about how I'm not like my little brother as well. My little brother is good at like, everything. He's nine, and already at Eggwarts school of Witchcraft and Wizardry, and getting straight A's at that. You'd probably get along with him.
Out of curiosity, I am sort of wondering how I did on this test. I might have gotten a two or a three, or maybe even-
"You got a 98."
I just stood there for a second. A 98? There's something wrong. I'm a squib. I've been a squib for the past fifteen years, and I'm FINE WITH THAT. There's no way I could all of the sudden get a 98. Oh god, now I'm going to have to start giving a crap about Voldemort. I'm going to have to start spending every day at my little brother's school, And I'm going to have to learn spells, and make potions, and start living in fear. I'm going to have to stop screwing around, and start getting with the program. This is the worst day of my life.