Ever get sad when reading Harry Potter because you're just a plain old Muggle, and there are wizards and witches zooming around, risking their lives, going on adventures, and just having fun?

And when your desperate, you tell your self, "Aye, I'm probably a Squib," which is better than nothing. Even though Squibs are ridiculed, it's better than nothing. Squib is such a fun name too. If I couldn't be a wizard, I would be perfectly happy being is Squib.

So yea, I wish I was apart of the Wizarding World, where everyone holds a stick, and they can easily do "Avada Kedavra" and you're dead little boi. At least it would have been cool to see the green light flying at you.