First Magical Experience of Lavender Brown
I am a halfblood, but I was just as clueless as a muggleborn when I had my first magical experience. My parents took the "wise" decision not to tell me I was half witch, because of the Voldermort era. They thought the wizard world was dangerous, so they would not tell me until they thought I was ready. Sometimes I still wonder how they pulled it off to hide it from me for those eight whole years, though.
But to the point, my first crush was the cause of my first magical experience. I was going to a muggle school and had a major crush on my gymnastics teacher. He was Gilderoy Lockhart (Lockhart in his good years), only better. You could say I was obsessed. I couldn't talk straight when he was near. I started to shake and my hands became sweaty. It was terrible, I assure you.
On a warm summer evening I walked by his house as I always did, hoping that he would see me and ask me if I wanted to come in. It would never happen, I knew that, but one could always hope, right?
When I reached his house I saw something that I certainly didn't like: he was leaning against the door kissing some stupid girl with pretty blonde hair. My jaw dropped and my heart broke. 'He is mine!' and 'Why does he cheat on me!' where the thoughts that crossed my mind. I realized that he probably didn't even know my name was 'Lavender'. But that didn't stop me from disliking the girl with the pretty blonde hair that stole him from me. No, I didn't dislike her. I hated her. I despised her. I loathed her. Her and her hair.
But my thoughts were disrupted by a loud scream coming from the man of my dreams. I looked up and saw him pushing the girl away with a panic-struck look on his face. 'Did he just read my thoughts, and realized he only loves me?' I thought hopefully. No, unfortunately, that was not the cause of his action. When I looked at the girl I saw that her hair was falling out, and that the place where her mouth was supposed to be was now just skin, without a hole or anything. I thought it was a dream, but when I pinched myself and nothing happend I knew something was seriously wrong. It scared me so much that I totally forgot my crush and ran away as fast as I could.
Once I came home I locked myself in my room. I wanted to think of what happend and I came to the conclusion that the best thing to do was to talk about it with someone. My friends would think I'm crazy and I certainly wouldn't talk about it with a stranger. So my parents were the only option open.
In the livingroom I saw my mother sitting in a chair, reading. For a moment I was unsure if I should bother her. 'Mum, could I talk to you?' too late. 'Sure dear'. So I told her the whole story, every detail, realizing more and more how crazy it must sound.
When I finished, an akward silence filled the room. But then my mother smiled. And I remember her saying the words 'Magic, dear' and that I felt so relieved that those words were not 'You're delirious'. She explained everything until morning fell. She explained that I actually was half witch and why they didn't told me. She explained magic and introduced me to the world that I belong to until this very day.
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