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James McMurtrie
Status:
Muggle-born
Nationality:
English
Residence:
London, England
Function:
Third year, Ravenclaw
Wand:
35,1 cm alder wood and phoenix feather
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So, what’s there to tell really? My name’s James. Average kid. Brown Hair. Brown Eyes. Pale as printer paper. Mum’s a Social Worker, Dad does Software Development. Clever enough to do get ahead a grade in my English and History classes. Not clever enough to avoid backchatting my Maths teacher. And about 11 months ago I found out I was a wizard. Mum and Dad still don’t believe it I think. I think they’re worried for me too. I’m one of those “too curious for your own good” types Mum says. Always getting into trouble and ending up places I wasn’t supposed to be. Look, I only broke into my school once and that because I was almost totally certain they were putting some mind control syrup into the school lunches. Ok maybe imagination got the best of me there but magic exists, so you tell me if anything makes sense anymore. It’s always me and my best friend Pete doing this stuff together. He’s not a wizard apparently. I’ve just found out he’s something these magic-types call a “muggle”. I don’t like it. Some of these wizards are seriously snooty about it. I don’t like that I’m not allowed to tell him any of this stuff either. I mean you find out centaurs actually genuinely exist and live in England and you can’t tell your best mate any of it? How’s that fair? I’m really going to miss him.
Anyway, there were a couple of spooky things that happened when I was younger that really make more sense now. Dad calls them the “incidents”. I’d be out exploring the neighbourhood and then out of nowhere I’m just miles alway from where I started. I’m serious, once my parents had to come pick me up from the French side of the Channel Tunnel. They had to renew their passports and everything. Never thought to chalk it up to magic though. There was this other time that should have tipped me off I think. There was this kid in my class and let’s not beat around the bush here, he was a Grade A dickhead. His name was Josh and he made my life living hell. Once he threw my backpack into a storm drain. Yeah I know. He once tied Pete to a telephone box and forced him to eat a dog turd. I hate him for that. Anyway, one day he accosts me and Pete on the walk home from school and he starts trying to throw punches. Just as one’s about to land and completely splatter my nose his fist just gets caught in midair like an invisible hand is holding it. And then, I kid you not, he just starts hovering. Up and up and up until he’s well over 20 metres in the air. Then he drops, like a rock. He slows down right before he hits the ground, this isn’t some tragic child- death story or anything like that. But I’m totally petty enough to share with you that he pissed his pants. He transferred schools after that. Actually I think he was so freaked his Parents sent him to a boarding school in Australia or something. I hope it’s character building for him. Anyway, that’s the story so far. I’m going to miss being a “muggle” if I ever was but maybe these wizards will be nice. Though this fantasy stuff is still blowing my mind. Did you know there are unicorns? Just walking around in the wild. Real unicorns!