The rain beat against the window at a steady pace, only occasionally interrupted by the thunder's boom and the strikes of lightning. It's during nights like this that sleep always comes most slowly to the inhabitants of London. Everyone on Briar Rose Lane lay awake listening to the sound of the pouring rain except for one boy, Theodore Nott.
As Theodore lay sleeping, his Aunt Laurette and his Uncle John were deep in conversation on the living room couch.
"I'm not sure what we're going to do with him," Aunt Laurette said.
"I still have no idea why you think he'll be such problem, Laurie," said Uncle John.
"You don't understand!" Laurette said in a hushed voice, "He's a wizard."
"So? You come from a magical family so what's the problem?"
Laurette put her head in her hands. "Yes, but, I'm a squib and he's well… not used to living like a muggle."
Aunt John arched his eyebrow as he looked at his wife.
"Okay," Laurette said. "Just hear me out."
Uncle John took a sip of coffee.
"Wizards like Theodore have a certain disposition of sorts towards muggles."
"Meaning?"
"He's been taught ever since he was young to hate people like us. My brother and I were taught the same things when we were raised until… well, until my father discovered my 'disability'."
"So he hates us because you're a squib and I'm a muggle?"
"Pretty much," Laurette responded.
"Come on, Laurie, he got here about two hours ago and was so exhausted that he went straight to sleep. You haven't even given him a chance."
"Fine, John, believe what you must."
"I will."
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Author's Note: I've made the decision to being to rewrite what little I had of The Devil and the Deep Blue Sea. The plot really wasn't going anywhere and writer's block had come knocking at my door. I hope to update with the next chapter very soon.