Gotham is a magic place

"Resented muggle mom"

Mr. and Mrs. Nygma were more than aware that their son wasn't normal, they had known it since the very first moment.

Mrs. Nygma's sister was a witch. No, not those ugly and old ladies with warts, none of the ones in the grandmother's tales mean to scare their grandchildren.

Her sister looked like a regular person, but unlike them she could do magic, she could use her wand and do spells, she could travel using a broom or via chimney, she could do potions and eat frog-shaped chocolates (and these ones would probably jump all over the place).

Yes, her sister was a witch, the kind who no one would know how to describe unless they were related to them (like Mrs. Nygma).

Her sister was a witch, but she wasn't. Unlike Mrs. Nygma, her sister was the one who obtained the gift, the only one in her family as far as she was aware. Every summer she came home with amazing tales about her magic school, but Mrs. Nygma only had her boring stories about her muggle school("muggle" was the word that the wizards used for non-magic persons).

But that wasn't the worst thing in Mrs. Nygma's life. The worst was getting pregnant by her boyfriend which meant she had to marry him, and then having his son, changing all her life's plan.

And at the end, because the universe played against her, at the end her son was a freak like her sister... well the boy was already a freak, but adding in the magic thing: he was a freakish, magical punk.

Unacceptable.

Mrs. Nygma prayed and begged every day for her son, expecting that in that way his magic could disappear, and he could be as normal as she and her husband. But no, as he grew up his magic signs became more evident and more powerful than the ones before, leaving a mess behind him.

And this morning, when she saw an owl pecking her window, with a letter tied to its claw, she knew that there was no going back. It was done, her son was a wizard and he'd study in Hogwarts.

At first she thought about avoiding it: after all, he was her son, wasn't he? She could decide if she wanted him to receive that magic instruction.

But that wasn't a good idea; because she was tormented for months by those damned owls, thousands of letters every day and magic explosions by her crazy magic son, adding to the yells of her husband.

Edward would go to Hogwarts, and she could at least relax for a couple of months.

Now he was problem of that school, not hers.

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-Me? A wizard?-asked the boy in disbelief- but, how?

-I don't know how it works, Edward-she answered annoyed- your aunt is going to pick you up tomorrow morning, so get your things ready. You are going to buy whatever you need for that school of yours.

-A wizardry school... I can't believe I'm going to a wizardry school...-whispered Edward.

Mrs. Nygma rolled her eyes.

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Weeks passed since the last time she had seen her son. It was September 1st in the morning, in a couple of hours her son would board the train and he'd go to his magic school.

She should feel happy for him, even proud, but she couldn't. This was another fail for her. For her entire life, her sister outshone her - always better, always more powerful - and now her own son would, too.

-Well, dear, at least we are not hearing more of those stupid riddles-said her husband laughing.

-It's a shame that you couldn't go with him-answered her smiling him with disdain, and then she left the table, leaving him there, alone.

Yes, the kiddo was weird, and she hated that he was a wizard. But she liked the riddles.