Jane didn't understand why they had to move to a new house, in a nearby neighborhood. Their new house wasn't a bad house, it just wasn't their house. Apparently, this house was better because her parents owned it, and the old house had been rented, but that really didn't make a difference to Jane.
Jane skipped up to the swing set in their new backyard. She reached for the swing, but it flew into her hand before she could grab it.
"Di-did that swing just fly into your hand," asked a nearby boy, on the other side of the fence?
Jane froze. Other people never seemed to like it when she did stuff like that.
"You don't have to be afraid. It's okay."
Jane nodded, slowly.
"Hi. I'm Neville," he greeted.
"Hi. I'm Jane."
Suddenly the sound of a siren broke out. Jane quickly grabbed her earplugs and shoved them into her ears. She stood there, nervously fiddling with her hair, for several seconds. She then slowly took one earplug out. The siren sound was gone, so she yanked the other one out and dropped both of her earplugs. They fell and dangled by the chain around her neck.
"Sorry," Jane said. "I have Asperger's, which means I'm weird, fidgety, have extra sensitive senses, and have trouble socializing and communicating."
"Oh, okay. I'm not very good at socializing and communicating either, and I'm very forgetful."
"Oh. That's okay," she said. Since he was okay with that, she wondered if she should tell him about some of the other magical stuff she could do. "I can also do magical stuff, like understanding what snakes say and being able to talk to them, and making things fly into my hand."
"Understanding what snakes say. I've heard of a lot of magical abilities, but not that one."
"Well, you've heard of it now."
"Yeah, I guess I have."
Jane, her parents, Neville and Mrs. Longbottom sat around in Jane's living room.
"… and the talking to snakes things is unusual, even in the warding world, but not unheard of," Mrs. Longbottom explained.
"This seems ridicules," Jane's mother said, "but it's also a relief. I thought I was losing my mind."
Jane's father looked at Mrs. Longbottom. "So, do you know why my wife and father-in-law can hear Jane hissing when she talks to snakes, but I can't, and it doesn't seem like anyone else can."
"They're probably squibs. A squib is…"
Neville and Mrs. Longbottom went to the zoo with Jane, so they could witness Jane speaking to Mrs. Snake. "Mrs. Snake, these are my new friends, and they can do magic too, but they can't talk to snakes."
Neville and his grandmother listened in awe.