Chapter Three: A Charming Discovery
I think my fondest section of magic is charms. When I first began learning charms everything felt natural to me. Excitement poured through my veins and my golden locks became more beautiful than before (excitement seems to enhance my hair). My eyes twinkled brightly and I knew my destiny was to be a great wizard.
Maybe one day my handy charms work as a child and my knowledge of all forms of magic can help get me into one of the highest Wizarding positions available or maybe even a teaching position at Hogwarts. But for now we must regain focus upon my past. As I have mentioned, my beauty and greatness began as a child. When I first started Wizarding school, I knew only a handful of charms and upon the learning of new ones I mastered them quickly and gained respect throughout the school. People realized the greatness I had and every night I studied, especially my charms book, over and over again. At this point in my life I was determined to be the best I could be (if not better) and I knew the only way to show my prominence was to study harder than any of the other students around.
Like many Wizards and Witches, I attended Hogwarts and was a member of the Hufflepuff house. Many of my classmates do not remember me for after graduation I blossomed into a handsome and stunning young man. After school was also when I began my famed travels, but that is another story for another time. I like to think that Hogwarts gave me a chance to become what I am today. Even though many of the children in Slytherin and Gryffindor would make fun of me (a friend of mine said that was the only thing the two houses had in common), I felt like I had something they didn't have and they were simply jealous of my talents.
While charms was my favourite class, it was through a love of charms that I excelled at other topics such as Defense Against the Dark Arts, and I am an honorary member of the Dark Force Defense League, and potions (I've heard that I can make a mean invisibility potion). In a way, I made a "charming" discovery in that I could excel at whatever I wanted to as long as I put my fantastic and brilliant mind to it.
It was in my Hogwarts years when I saw my first Puffskein. By far it was one of the oddest creatures I had ever seen in my life at that point. After being first intrigued when I found it on the grounds as a baby, I cuddled it in my arms and took it back to care for it. It loved me for something more than my beautiful locks. I kept it with me always and my dorm mates loved Puffkins just as much as I, especially when his tongue traveled the area at night and wound up eating the boogers of girls in the girls' dorm. I had him until his death two years ago, when he died of old age and was in turn eaten by a hag. Puffkins held in him all the memories of my teenage years, of growing up and becoming the fantastic Wizard that I am today.
Puffkins traveled with me on all my expeditions and was the greatest companion I've ever had. My schoolmates were fascinated by him and thanks to Puffkins they stopped making fun of me in front of my face and did so, instead, behind my back.
Moving onward everything that I learned at Hogwarts prepared me for what was to come. In the next chapter I will discuss one of my most dangerous missions to date, which occurred only a few months after leaving Hogwarts.