At age 11 when I didn't recieve my letter from Hogwarts I was devestated. I was in denial until 13 when someone told me magic wasn't real and that Dumbledore wasn't going to come for me. At age 15 I realised that the world was probably better off without vampires and werewolves. At age 17 all I wanted in a man was that he had wings and was good at maths. At age 19 all the let downs and faliures of my beliefs left me sarcastic and cynical. Yeah, I've got issues. Welcome to my world.