Halfblood Wizard

September 1st, 1997
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London, UK
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"going back to get away... after everything has changed..."

"I cannot blame this on my father; he did the best he could for me."

You were born of love. Young parents in the throes of total infatuation. The sun and moon themselves seemed to rise and fall to an axis all their own. Time froze when they made contact with each other, and they often found themselves completely carried away. They were not married; they did not plan for your arrival, but the excitement shone on both of their faces despite their youth. Lack of experience colored all of their debates about what would be best for you. And it was really a wonder that a decision was ever reached at all.

They carried on this way for a few fast years. You liked to climb more than one should, testing boundaries that usually waited for late childhood. Milestones were breezed through and it was clear that you would not be the type of child that parents call "the easy ones." Your mother learned to sleep when you did, your father to craft toys to keep your mind occupied. You rode down the aisle on their wedding day on a tricycle you painted with your father, the ring in your basket.

School wasn't fun for you because it was too easy. The best parts of your day were the hours you spent with your grandfather. Your father's dad was experienced in his field as a soldier turned historian. His times of service taught him to question everything. This was engrained in you very early on. A natural curiosity was instilled with "healthy skepticism." This did anything but fade when you figured out that your father was spending extraordinary amounts of time out of the house, suddenly. And when you called at work, he didn't answer.

"Another day in the right direction; I'm okay but I'm left to question."

From the affairs of your father, the side rendezvous and the long period of reconstruction, you learned many things. The first was probably to love research and experiment whenever you could. This meant reading things and then testing them. What would happen if you mixed baking soda and peroxide? How about oils and water? If you put a marshmallow in the microwave? It was always fun for you to learn what happened if. Sometimes these little tests were to your parents, but you started that much younger.

The second thing you learned was how to share, whether you liked it or not. And you learned that with your sisters, it was actually okay. Your mother taught you how to love them with all that you had because someday they would be the only ones that could be called in times of need. But your sisters had fires within them and at their young ages also liked to test. You mother had patience more than your sensitive ears could take.You'd plug your ears and eventually imitate their tantrums. You never had to babysit them until you all felt ready, but sometimes helping made you feel more like an adult.

A third lesson was that life didn't have to be fair. You were always expected to hold yourself together. As you got older and were sorted into the Ravenclaw house, you sometimes felt that knowledge was the ultimate power. That, and wit, should have been the keys to getting whatever you felt you needed. But they weren't. You saw your sister Zahrah get whatever she wanted without knowledge or wit. Her impulsiveness irked you. It wasn't that you perfectly planned each movement you made, more that you saw patterns and tried to consider them.

Those early years at school were when you started reporting dizziness and flashes of foresight. They were not specific and generally not personal, but you couldn't explain them. Not always being asleep for them disoriented you all the more. The randomness of them drove you to seek professors that could help you to understand. These people helped you change your sight into your creativity. This influence on your work made you all the more interested in history and patterns; after all, these are the keys to unlocking the future.

"Why are you always running in place?"

Later years in Hogwarts were interesting for you. You started branching out and learning about your skills on the pitch. There was something you found so exhilarating about testing your skill at each position on the team. You swore you'd be a good Chaser, but wound up a beater instead. The anger and bitterness that fueled your arguments and resentments at home all got taken out there. On the pitch, you could actually be good enough, not getting in trouble for doing what you were told as others went wild with a clear conscience.

It was also an outlet for experiment. Brooms, you learned, could be modified ever so slightly to fit a grip or catch the wind better. Yes, magical skill was vital, but so were aerodynamics. You saved up your work money that final year for thrifted brooms, making a hobby for yourself that served one of your passions well. It was a perfect distraction from the outbursts and mini-throwdowns at home, and it got you out of your head.

As graduation began to near, things seemed to intensify everywhere. Your studies were, for the most part, going well. You struggled with focusing on a couple of your exams though, and your usual strengths began to falter. You took as many as you could with hopes of qualifying for a variety of jobs even though your interests mostly laid in history and art. Maybe you'd write the next best history novel, focusing on wizard/muggle relations. Or maybe the talents you formed would actually help obtain your dreams. It was good that you had multiple options in mind, because your test scores were satisfactory at best and required extra work regardless.

"Sick of always hearing act your age."

Being an adult was at first a bit of a shock to your system. You weren't sure what to do with yourself, and at first were not making enough money to live on your own. With effort though, you moved out of your parent's home and began apprenticing at a broom shop in your free time; your first job was at a hole in the wall cleaning and preparing food. It was a grind for certain, not something to take pride in, but you grew in your abilities in both positions. Eventually, you were allowed to run a small franchised location of the broom shop, doing repairs and selling refurbished brooms.

On the side, you pursued your more artistic and research based interests. These things were not as marketable or practical as far as jobs were concerned, but you did manage to write a short blog summarizing some of your favorite researchers. You began looking for subliminal messages in art already created and starting to create your own abstract art based on the sight you possessed. You learned in adulthood to not become so un-nerved by this, but rather to let it guide you. Things started to go remarkably well for you.

It was sudden, the job offer you last received. A small library was found in a small city in the more remote stretches of northern Asia. They required people to help comb through the books, which were clearly hidden in haste. Teams would be sent with different talents, languages, and backgrounds. They wanted you, your memory, and your writing to help sum up the findings there. The catch: you had to leave on the spot, having very little time for explanation. It was also quite secretive and not a well known endeavor. So, you went, not necessarily thinking about family or employees and how it would impact them.

Recently, you got into contact with your sister, Zahrah, to talk to her. You're starting to miss her this short time away. She's done her own thing with the shop, taking her own talents into account in her ability to run it. It is something very hard to let go of, regardless of what things looked like. Bu maybe this was something that you needed to free you.
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