Worth It

Here

somebody please slap me.

just joking. I know everything I see is real. today me and my parents go to the Britain magical heart throbs district, Diagon Alley. personally, I think that district name itself wants to screw with our conscience, really. perhaps the rumor and the drama in the movies about magical born know no sense is indeed true.

bustling in the crowd of peoples who stuck with wearing robes, dresses, and between architectural of Victorian era, I bet this will be a treasure grounds for hollywood, if they ever found this place.

The Old lady who smell like a cat, excuse me, Prof. McGonagall has come bringing the sweetest talk about magical world, for people like me last week. a muggleborn as she called me who come from normal human descend.it's good that my parents not kicking her out of our homes as soon as she appeared, in fact they are quite apprehensive and enjoyed that somebody else know about my condition. about my weird ability without stake me or trying to dissect me. i mean my mom practically went on paranoia rampage when she found out about my abilities, and she become especially overprotective. things about someone want to hurt her babies. it's kind of humiliating when even dad can't even stop her, and ended up stalking me instead. i can take care of myself though.

As she explained the existence about hogwarts the greatest magical boarding school (according to her), the wizarding world as a whole, and my accidental magics. of course i withheld any information about things that i can do with my magics from her. i can feel her intentions, and concerns are genuine, sadly i also can feel that she glossed over things as well, i might need more research on it. after offering to lead us to the wizarding world entrance, my parents decide to decline, said they can bring me there on their own, as long the pointed hat wearing witch tell us where the locations is. and as fast as she appeared at our front door, she disappears from our sight. huh, she must be a busy lady. it's not bad to be cautious, and my parents must realize my intentions if the winks they send at my directions were any indications. i must be really blessed to have parents who support and love me as i am who upgrade from a former weird 11 year old kid to probably 11 year old weird wizard now.

Talk about wizardry custom, it's quite a culture shock for me and especially my parents. after we come and found out about the britain most (self proclaimed) safest bank, the ilustrious Gringgots in all of it's buildings grandeurs, operated by Goblins. yeah, those little vicious creatures, i can see their warrior nature shine through as the Goblin teller looks down upon us from their high seat. yep, totally look down on the wizards as a whole. The currentcy is a bit hard to used for, since my parents exchange their pound sterling to Galleons, wizardry gold coins, one galleon is the same as 5 pound sterling more or less. since sickle and knut would be too much to bring around, and set a vault for me only. including the bottomless bag pack connected to my vault. i also requested to my parent so they can set up some kind of protection barriers around our house both for my parents safety and so i can train my magics when the holiday come like the pureblood of sacred 28 noble houses, even if it cost us more galleons. both mom and dad embrace me as they told me to not grow up too quickly.

for all their support, i guess deep inside my parents still want me to go back to our part of world and inherited their company. it's indeed a waste if i just let it be, maybe in the future i can exist in both world? hm, food for thought. it will be interesting to test the loopholes from the laws these so called ministry of magics placed on britain wizards and witches.

Raiding the wizarding book store Flourish and Blotts was another story. i take initiative to calmly ask for the books catalogue, asking them to send it to our house and then requested the orders by mirror call for more convenience rather than browse it our self. we also did a visit to the famous wizarding tailor shop madam malkins, after a quick measuring my size, our family places few orders for me, and both formal set of robes for mom and dad.

another visit to few other shops before set out of the wizarding world this day, the list that we custom ordered probably already on their way to our home. its great that our house is quite secluded by our big gardens, it'll safe us from weird looks if another swarm of owl came by.

That night i called to my more normal circle of friends about my decision to entering the boarding school in far away land without telling them that it was a magic school, of course. some of them wished me luck, some seem a bit disappointed, and little other just look smug.

well whatever. there is more important things to address afterall. Magics! such marvelous existence and me, Jack Lawrence here, will do my best to use it to its greatest potentials.