"Come on Jules don't be a baby."
"Ciara you know very well that I hate that name."
"Yeah and I hate my parents, doesn't mean they're gonna disappear."
-the story of how the youngest prewett child learns hogwarts' secrets-
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{Chapter One} Muggle Things are Hard
Juliette Prewett was experiencing what her freinds fondly referred to as "an episode." The young witch had just discovered that her favorite Quidditch player was retiring and she knew that from then on the Chudley Cannons would never be the same. Alas knowing there was nothing she could do to stop the tragic end of Theodore "heartthrob" Jacobson's short lived career, Juliette collapsed onto her bed, sulking. Her gaze wondered over the sprawling collection of Quidditch posters covering her walls, she noticed a muggle flyer that her friend Ciara had given her featuring guy in a red and blue suit.
Despite her limited knowledge of muggle culture, Juliette immediately recognized the flyer as an advertisement for the American comic book that was becoming very well known across the world: 'Spider-man'. Apparently it was a superhero comic about a spider-boy-man-child thing that her friend Ciara had for some reason become completely obsessed with. Ciara had described it as the only thing to made her want to actually read a book. As an avid bibliophile, Juliette had barely restrained herself from whacking Ciara upside the head for that statement.
Yet despite this statement that she considered to be an affront to literature, Juliette found herself intrigued by the spider-boy. In fact somehow, momentarily mind you, she had forgotten about Theodore and his betrayal.
All this lead to Juliette sitting before the telie-phone that her parents had gotten earlier that summer. Her parents wanted her and her siblings to be more familiar with muggle technology, but it still was too complicated. She was struggling to decipher Ciara's scrawled writing on how to operate the device, but after several minutes of frustration, she abandoned the effort. Instead, she took a more direct appraoch.
"GIDEON, GIDEON I NEED HELP!" she shouted out her door and down the long hallway.
A thud echoed from the end of the corridor as her brother's door was thrown open. "JU, I'M COMING!" Gideon bellowed. He careened down the hallway in his socks barley maintaining his balance as he burst into her room, wand drawn and eyes scanning frantically for danger. His red hair was a tousled mess, his clothes disheveled, and he looked ready to duel at a moments notice.
Though he found no threat, only his sister staring intently as a crumpled piece of parchment, and so he lowered his wond.
"Gid, I can't read Ciara's handwriting," Juliette said. "You're a pro at decoding her madness can you help?"
With a heavy sigh, Gideon tucked his wand into the strap on his lower leg and approached.
"Of course, Ju. But next time, don't scream like that! I thought you were being attacked. Mum, Dad, Fabian, and Molly would've thought the same if they were home. And with everything going on at the Ministry right now..." He shook his head gravely.
Juliette gave him a sheepish smile. "Sorry, Gid. I didn't mean to worry you. I just got frustrated. I wanted to call Ciara about this Spider-Man thing she told me about. Honestly, I should have copied down her directions onto something legible months ago."
