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"On this day, the thirteenth of June of the year two thousand and thirty four, in the spirit of honesty, safety and the equality of all mankind, the magical population and the non-magical population will no longer remain hidden from one another, but will be unified as one. Rather than withholding from one another, we today take a step toward a better future, as the union of two such extraordinary cultures and resources promises a betterment in quality of life for all. This statute applies to every living being that is capable of thinking and reasoning for itself. Either Discrimination or Deceptiveness in respect to the statute are both considered the highest form of noncompliance in all countries involved, and are punishable as treason. Every world leader, both magical and non-magical, have signed this statute in agreement that Transparency between the respective communities of the world is the best path toward knowledge and peace."
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Aug 18 2016, 03:53 PM
Viola sighed... She loved her job, she really did, but sometimes she wondered how much common sense people actually had. Since the statute became a thing the people had gone nuts. Like really nuts. The ones who didn't want the statute to exist went crazy as protested, the ones who wanted peace went to protest them, and it was all just a giant mess. It wasn't like they could obliviate everyones memory now that the entire world knew about wizardry. It would be impossible. There just wasn't enough staff to do that. She ran her hands through her hair and looked at the files of paper work that sat before her. It was all just one giant fucking mess. She was lucky she had somewhat of a decent team of Aurors to work with. She guessed they could be worse, they definently needed improvement, but it was what the head of law enforcement gave her to work with. If she got to pick maybe it would be a tad better, but no. She didn't. So she was stuck with a foreign kid, and VanDerberg. She didn't really know how to think of him. He seemed like he could make a really good auror, he just had to get his head out of his ass and concentrate on what he was doing. Whether she liked to admit it or not, VanDerberg was the best she had. And that was why she had put him in charge of keeping the peace between the wizards and muggles. It was a large job, but she guessed he was doing alright. And now he was going to tell her everything he had accomplished.
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It was either going to be a really short meeting, and she could give him a pat on the back and tell him to get back to work, or she would have to sit there for hours and do his job for him. She hated being the bad guy, but... No she loved being the bad guy. It was the fun part of her job. It was just annoying when it happened over and over again. She paced around her office thinking of something to say to him depending on his answer to her questions. He really had true potential. And she tried not to have high hopes for people, but this kid seemed to grab her attention. She hoped to pass down the torch to him when she got old. He just had to prove himself a little bit more. It was a rather nice day to be stuck in the office. She looked out her window at all the people going about their daily business. She wished she could be outside. She loved going outside. But unfortunately her job prevented her from doing that most of the time. Today she decided to wear black wizarding robes with her brown hair down. She hated wizarding robes, but the job required it as part of her uniform.
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She suddenly forgot that she had pizza sitting on her desk and took a bite out of it. Her job was so strenuous that sometimes she forgot to take care of herself. Most nights she wouldn't get home until 12:30-2 in the morning, and that was without having dinner. It was becoming a rather nasty habit and she was trying to change it, but it was hard. There was just so much paper work and so much stress that she didn't know how to handle it most of the time, but she pulled through. She loved being on her feet, she loved dealing with the people, she loved her co-workers, well some of them. As she took another bite, she heard a knock at her door. She brushed her hands off on her robes and swallowed. She said, "come in VanDerberg." He was the only one she was expecting, so it had to be him.
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CHAPTER THE FIRST[b][/b]

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There comes a point in one's life when they begin to reevaluate everything that happened to them in their life. As I sit here, I am at that fucking point. I'm not sure how it happened, or why it happened, but it happened. I warn you, this story isn't an interesting one. In fact, it will probably be the most fucking boring thing you've ever read, but I have to get my point a crossed otherwise these thoughts will be fucking going everywhere and my brain will probably explode. Let me introduce you to some of my family members. I was raised by a wonderful woman, Lucia Garcia. Well, she wasn't that amazing because she decided to name me Viola Alexandria Garcia. Who the fuck names their kid something who's initial's spell out VAG?! I hadn't really thought about it until my mother decided I needed to be social and put me in a muggle day care. Little Danny Fucking Peterson pointed it out to the ENTIRE classroom of 15 4 year old's. You would think that a 4 year old wouldn't know what a VAG is... Well guess who's parents fucking educated him? Danny Fucking Peterson's. I was sent home in tears because I was traumatized and humiliated. Mother never sent me to a muggle school again.
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Now that we've gotten through that, here's my father. Antonio Garcia. Who also at the age of three decided to join the drug cartel. It was a popular thing to do in the adult world. I never really understood what was happening, just that they were fighting a lot because he was hanging around with some really shady people. Three weeks later, my father's body was found in the desert. That was when my mother finally decided to take charge of her own life. We packed up and moved to London. Of course, she told me we were just moving up to California. Fucking liar. They say that the apple doesn't fall far from the tree. Well mine falls far. She moved us away to a new city, new country, new life, new people. New everything. It was good for us I suppose. We connected rather well until weird things started happening and I shut myself away from her. She had never told me that her and dad were both magical. So when she realized what was happening, she explained how the whole lamps exploding and water boiling when the stove wasn't on was completely normal for a child like me. So as if I wasn't fucked up enough, what with my father dying from a failed drug deal, to Danny Fucking Peterson, she sent me away when I was just eleven years old.
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At first, it was the end of the world. I was away from everything, my mom, I was different from everyone else being from a Latina family, and most importantly, I was alone. I shunned everyone that first year. Well, first through third year was a complete blur. I was outcasted, shunned. I came home crying on breaks. I hated it. But then, I slowly began to find myself. I found I loved Quidditch. I joined the house team as a chaser. I had been sorted into Gryffindor, and I wondered if the sorting hat had chosen right, but after joining the Quidditch team, my life turned around. I made friends, I was happy. My first real friend was a boy. His name was Percival Edward Nicolas Isadore Samuel. With his initials being PENIS. PENIS and VAG .We were obviously meant to be. Percy and I grew real close, and soon we began a serious relationship in our sixth year. I had told him everything that had happened to me, how we had to leave Mexico, to my father dying to Danny Fucking Peterson. I told him my deepest darkest secrets, and he shared his. It was a beautiful relationship.
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Right after graduation, he proposed to me. Of course I said yes. I was in love for the first time. We had been together since fourth year. We knew literally everything about each other. I was in love. About a year later, I found out that he had been cheating on me the entire time, and it was all just a sick joke. I spent hours crying in my bed. It was on week three that I decided not to cry anymore. I had to get my life together and prove to everyone that I was worth it. I wipped my tears promising myself to never cry again. And guess what ladies and gentlemen, tomorrow is year 14 without crying. I view crying as a sign of weakness. It let's people see the vulnerable side of you. Let's them break down your flaws, lets them make you forget who you truly are. Yup, crying is a big nope.
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So since Crying was off the list of things to do, I decided to work my ass off and become an Auror. In case you didn't know, an Auror is an equivalent to the muggle police. It wasn't my mother's first choice in a career for me, well guess what. A mother who gives their child the initials as VAG doesn't deserve an input. (I'm never letting that go). Thanks Danny Fucking Peterson.
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[b]CHAPTER THE SECOND

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My reasoning varies for becoming an Auror. I didn't want some sappy job where I just sat at a desk all day. I couldn't sit still in a regular school desk, so of course I would pick something to where I'm always moving. And of course, my father being the second reason. I wanted to protect the world from people like him. I still loved him, and I was sad that he was gone, but I hated how he broke up our family and literally left. Goes to show that you can love somebody, but not their actions. I learned what he had done when I was just sixteen years old. My mother had hid all the articles they had written about a dead body being found, and then the fact that they had declared the body as my father. As if being called a VAG wasn't hard enough... I never told her too this day that that was why I decided to become an Auror. She doesn't know that I found the articles. And I don't think she ever will. She wasn't pleased with my career choice, in fact, she hasn't talked to me since I told her what I wanted to do. Apparently it's "Too dangerous." She didn't want to love me one day and then have me gone the next. So I've basically been living life by myself since I graduated Hogwarts.
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I got an apartment with savings my father left me, and lived alone for the first two years of Auror duties. Training was rough. I was the only girl on the team so they made it extra hard on me to make sure I would fail. But none the less, I surprised all their asses, and made it to the top of the team. I was usually given all the hardest cases because I could catch them or come up with ways to catch them that wouldn't end in death and it usually worked. I was the top interrogator, and could usually get them to speak with just a look in the eye. Since I was born and raised in Mexico, obviously I could speak Spanish fluently, I also taught my self Sign Language, Russian, and Chinese. They liked to give me the foreign guys who thought they where better than anyone. I once made a 280 pound Chinese man cry and admit to espionage and 5 counts of murder in front of muggles. That was a great day.
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By the time I was 30, I was appointed as head auror. I oversee training, give out assignments, and of course, there's a shit ton of paper work. I find it ironic that I tried so hard to not get a desk job that involves paper work, and then ended up doing it anyways. But I enjoy it. I still get to go on the field. I get to order people around, training new auror's is fun, and talking to them if they have panic attacks, and most importantly, I get to show off my bad ass skills, and maybe make a trainee cry. It's really fun. My goal is to make it to the head of law enforcement, but I know that that is still a long way away. So I'll stick with Head Auror for now. I still haven't cried. I try to make myself cry, but for some reason, I just can't. Of course, I don't try in front of people at work. That would be silly. They would see me weak.
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I wouldn't be where I am today without my amazing co-workers and boss. I'm sorry, I had to get a little cheesy there in case they decided to snoop on desk and read my story. But the odds of that happening are slim. Even they are afraid of me. Okay, not really afraid, but they know not to mess with me. Seriously. Read this and die.
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[b]CHAPTER THE THIRD

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I was never really good in the relationship department. There was a joke going around in the office that I was married to my job. I was the first one there, and the last one to leave. I had even gone as far as putting a cot in the wall so I could sleep there sometimes. But really, in the work force, what is sleep? I usually got about 10 hours a week if I was lucky. Last year my boss had to force me to take a vacation, and even then, I took paper work home and alphabetized it and got caught up. In my job, there is no such thing as a break. You might as well call a minister and have the marriage license ready. I don't mind it this way. This way I can keep my mind off the life that I could have. I'm proud of what I've done. I love being head of the Auror's. I love the underestimated look I get when Trainee's walk into the room, and the look I get when they realized that they judged me wrong. It's really the greatest feeling in the world.
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And that's where I'm at right now. I thought if I re-evaluated my life, I would get some deeper understanding of myself, but I proved myself wrong. I'm still stuck in the same place I've always been. I'm still a work-aholic, my initials are still VAG, and I still don't speak to my mother. However, I am trying to teach myself a fifth language, so I've got that going for me. Well, that's my life. It's not too exciting. Okay, it kind of is. Who else can say they've made a 280 pound Chinese man cry and admit his crimes? Haha!
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When the statute came about it didn't really affect me. I mean, I didn't really know I was a witch until I started going to Hogwarts and I'm pureblood. So if muggles can't accept the fact that there is a whole other world for them to explore, and different kinds of people to meet, well then they aren't as mature as I was at eleven. They can just suck it up and live with it.
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<b>CHAPTER THE FOURTH</b>

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Now that I've evaluated my back story and discovered that I'm in the exact same place as I was before, It's time to go over my personality and see if I need to change any of that. Well, I probably won't, but I'll probably find out some interesting facts about myself that even I didn't know. So this should be fun... I've written down some questions that I'm going to answer here. I haven't prepared the answers in advance or anything, Okay, so here we go.
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QUESTIONS:
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What is your biggest fear?:
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Ironically my biggest fear would have to be the dark. I hate not knowing whats in front of me or behind me. I hate being unaware of my surroundings. But being an Auror, sometimes you are stuck in those situations and you have to live with it and go with your gut instinct. One wrong move could end in death. Whether you are in the light or the dark. I guess that has made me really think about my situations, I'm not ready to die, and I don't think Life is ready for me to die either. I've got ton's more up my sleeve where this is coming from.
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What is your favorite Food?:
Chinese.. duh. or cold pizza and beer. I'm really a man when it comes to what goes into my digestive system. I hate to cook, I'm lazy and don't like to clean, but do when I have too. Meaning when I have friends over, which is like never. Also, what is a friend?
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What do you value most in life?:
I value keeping people safe the most. It's a really fucked up world out there. If somebody can't protect them, I would gladly help in a heart beat. I want to do what is best for the community, I want to live my life to the fullest knowing that I did what ever I could to help other people. I think I would die with a smile on my face if a killing curse didn't get me first.
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Children?
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I mean... I would protect them, but I don't think I see myself having a family in the future. I would be entirely surprised if I met a guy, fell in love, and started a family. Not that I'm against having them, I just don't see myself having them.
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Greatest Accomplishment?
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Well at the moment, being head auror. I love doing what I do. I love protecting the community, I love ordering people around, and I love doing paper work. It's exciting, its adrenaline rushing, it's everything I ever hoped for.
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Your mother?
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I think she'll come around. I haven't tried visiting her in years. I should probably do that and try and rekindle our relationship, but sometimes it's rather hard when you are on call 24/7. One of these days I'll get back together with her, I just hope I do it before one of us dies.
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Greatest Weakness?:
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I'm very blunt. Don't come to me asking if you look fat in that dress and expect me to lie to you. If you look fat in the dress, I'm going to tell you you do. How do you think I got the chinese man to cry? I'm really trying to work on it, but I guess it's what makes me good at my job. Part of my job is picking teams. If somebody isn't up for it, I don't want to put their life in danger by telling them that they are and then they end up dying. That would be on me. But in a way, I can't make friends. It just isn't a thing for me.
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Greatest Strength?:
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I guess the sorting hat didn't put me in Gryffindor for not being brave. I have lasted 20+ years as an Auror without questioning my decision. I've done things like jump off buildings and jump out of planes (while in flight).
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Well that was a complete waste of time and bull shit. I learned absolutely nothing. If you were reading this, then that means you are dead. And I apologize for wasting your time, but I don't apologize for you being dead. That is your own fault.
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<b>CHAPTER THE FIFTH</b>

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Okay, so we've gone over my back story, my personality, and all that's left is looks right? Well I'm not overly complicated when it comes to that. I think I'm beautiful. I give myself a solid 10. I only wear makeup because it looks professional. I hate the stuff. I mean, bat guano on your eye lids? Nasty. If you don't know what guano is, it's bat shit. You are putting bat shit on your eye lids. You are welcome. I try and dress professionally when I'm in the office. Black dress robes, or now since the muggle's know about us, I have to show my support and I try to style myself in fancy pant suits and what not. I'm pretty basic. Blacks, whites, and greys are my thing.
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Well that's me... I hope you learned a shit ton, which you shouldn't have because If you've read this, you are probably going to die. Not probably, will die. Have a nice day.






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Well..this wasn't really ideal. Jai had a little bit of time in between classes, and he wasn't sure what to do. If he went to his common room to hang out, he would've had to leave by the time he had arrived. Since his next class was supposed to be Care of Magical Creatures, which would be cool if they had iguana's but those weren't "magical" creatures apparently which was a disgrace. Iguana's in Jai's mind were magical creatures. They didn't get the label as biggest lizard in the world for nothing. And that was why Jai was slumping in the Quidditch stands waiting for his class. He hoped to have human interaction only when it came to class and meals. Otherwise, he hoped to avoid it completely. He picked at the seam of his robe, which was irritating, He wondered what his mum was doing at that moment with his step-father. Hi s mother hated it when Jai called his "father" his "step-father". But that was what he logically was, Jai would argue back. They weren't related by blood, but by a piece of paper.
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At that moment, Jai noticed some PEOPLE walking onto the pitch. His hands started getting sweaty, and he started getting fidgety. Apparently this was a hard place to avoid people. He looked down below the bleachers at his feet to see if he could avoid being spotted by the group coming in. Maybe he would get lucky. Maybe he could sneak away undisturbed to class. Maybe everything will be okay, and there was no reason to panic. He then realized the REAL reason why his mother sent him to school. It was to get over his social anxiety. Curse her. Curse everyone. He realized that with his little wooden stick of magic that he actually could curse everyone if he wanted to go to prison. In prison he wondered if he would be surrounded by iguana's and not people... Probably not. But at least he wouldn't be surrounded by people.
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Then he started thinking. He was up high. He hated heights. He hated being in crowds, he hated being in a large place like Hogwarts, he wanted to be shut in his room were nobody could talk to him surrounded by Iguana's. He did his exercises his mum taught him to do to keep calm. He tapped the side of his leg, closed his eyes and counted to ten. It kind of worked, except when he opened his eyes. He gripped the sides of the benches. He was in a place filled with Iguana's. He was in is room, all alone with iguana's. That made everything better. His mother better get him an iguana for forcing him to come to this scary place. It was completely daft.



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THE ONE WITH THE ESCAPE PLAN


It started when the white people started to attack the village I lived in. I was supposed to marry the Indian chief. For some reason, I had been chosen for this unreasonable fate. I wasn't like most girls in my village. I had a mind of my own and wanted to do my own thing. I wanted to break free of my tribe, and travel around the world. But for some reason, when my father found out about this, his goal was to marry me off as soon as possible. And it just so happened that the chief was looking for a bride. Since his father had passed, he would take over There was just one problem. I was in love. And with a white man, which was extremely frowned upon. If they found out, I would've been disowned. Well, SPOILER ALERT: I get disowned anyways, but on my own terms.
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I met Lucas when I went to town one day. My father had sent me to get groceries because he didn't catch anything on his hunt and we needed some food for the night. I was 18 years old at the time. I was still learning right from wrong, but according to my mother, I was still teachable. I saw him working as a cashier. I went to his line, and we couldn't leave each other's eyes the entire time. It was like sparks ignited, and butterflies escaped. I was hooked. And from that day forward, I tried to find every excuse to go to the store to talk to Lucas. Sometimes, we would talk for hours and it was grand. He got to know about my struggles, and I learned that he was living on his own because his mother died, and he couldn't go into foster care because he was 18. His father had left his family when he was really little and his mother was the only family he had.
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When I told him about my engagement to the chief, his immediate response was, "Marry me instead." I was scared as I had never done anything this drastic against my parents wishes. I knew once I did this, there was no going back. Once I married Lucas, I was stuck. He decided to give me a day to think about it, but as soon as I left, I knew what I wanted to do. That night, I hurriedly packed my bags, and left to go meet Lucas. He had pointed out where he lived, so I knew where to go. But when I left my house, the Chief was waiting outside the door. He had caught me. I looked up at him and he smacked my face. This wasn't air. I had found the love of my life and I couldn't have him. I screamed at the chief. Telling him that if he had any feelings for me, he would let me go. He grabbed my wrists, and took me to his house. It wasn't too far from mine, but it seemed like it was miles away.
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When we got to his house, my parents were there, along with the rabbi who performed marriage ceremonies. It was happening that night, and I had no way out of it. I tried to run, but he had strategically placed body guards at the door. They caught me and threw me back into my soon to be husbands arms. I went through the ceremony with tears running down my face. I didn't want this. I wanted Lucas. I had to escape some how. That night, we did traditional married couple things, and I hated every minute of it. A couple weeks later, I had been being watched like a hawk to make sure I didn't escape. A couple weeks after that, I found out I was pregnant. Like many nights before, I spent the night crying and wouldn't tell the chief what was wrong. I just knew I had to get out of there. Not only for the safety of my child, but for myself.
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Finally it was a day of meetings for the tribe. All the elders along with my parents, who were also elders, and the chiefs where in meetings all day to discuss what to do differently to help the tribe improve. That was my chance. The wives of the elders were making dinner for the chief leaders and elders that would be for a giant celebration later that night. I decided to run. And I did. I ran as far as I could go. I ran to the one place I knew I would be safe. Lucas's apartment. I cried to him and told him the whole story, and the fact that I was now pregnant with my rapists child. And he did more than let me stay. He comforted me. One of his friends had gotten me some hair dye so I could go outside, and not be spotted. I changed my name and decided to go by Isabelle. Lucas kept me safe. And more importantly, he kept me free.
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THE ONE WHO HAS A CHILD

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Nine months flew by fast. I got into a regular doctor, and had regular check up appointments, and had a very healthy baby boy whom I named Jai (Pronounced Like: Jay). Even though Jai was a product of somebody I didn't love, I love that little child like no other. He is my world, and most importantly, Lucas loves him. That was one big. She was so worried that Lucas wouldn't love her son like his son, but he welcomed him with open arms. One month after Jai was born, Lucas asked me to marry him and if he could adopt Jai as his own son. I was thrilled. I said yes, and we set a date. When Jai is old enough to understand that he was being adopted by somebody that loves him.
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When Jai was two, we go married. We wanted Jai to remember when I gave him a wonderful life. When I gave us a wonderful life. Not only did Lucas and I get married, but that was also the same day that Lucas had officially adopted Jai. I was happy. I had everything I ever wanted. But there was this feeling... Whenever something or somebody was happy, karma had to come and kick somebody in the butt. And I was waiting for it.
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THE ONE KARMA KICKED

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Three years later, we were all still happy. But then, weird things began to happen with Jai. He wasn't a normal boy. He was... odd. That was a word to describe him. Odd. How could somebody mess with something so perfect? That was my thought process as weird and unusual things began to happen to him. One day, we were at the zoo and observing a lion in its habitat. Jai was rather enjoying himself and having a great time, when all of a sudden all the baby bottles of those around us kept exploding, except for Jai's. For some reason, I knew it was MY SON that had done it. I looked into the reflection of the glass and saw a dazed look on my three year old little boys face. I couldn't explain it. And then all of a sudden it was like he woke up from a bad dream, and he started crying and acting like a normal child.
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I panicked and left the area immediately. Another time, we were at one of Lucas's nephew's birthday parties, and once again, he got really pissed about not having his way, and he made the punch bowl explode, along with the giant castle bouncy house. I wondered what was happening to my perfect little boy. I was terrified. And then that next day, I had received a letter from the now chief who was my ex-husband. Apparently he was explaining that he was a wizard. Somebody who had magical abilities, and that was why Jai was experiencing what he was experiencing, and that there was a place he could go to practice and get to know what he is.
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I kept wondering how the chief even knew about Jai and the fact that things had been happening to him, but at the same time it was good to finally know what was going on with her son. It just sucked that the one that Karma had to kick, was her perfect little boy.
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THE ONE WHO WENT TO SCHOOL

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At age 11, Jai was sent to Hogwarts School of Witch Craft and Wizardry. Because he was a wizard, we had to go to the ministry of magic and register him because now that was the law for all witches and wizards. I was crushed for loosing my boy at such a young age, but amazed and proud that he was going to a beautiful place to be with people like himself. I knew he would grow up and do marvelous things...
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THE ONE WHO LIKES IGUANA'S

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Jai comes in:
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Mommmm stop embarrassing me....But yeah, as my mom said, that's basically what has happened in my life. So now that you know my back ground story, I'm going to tell you a little bit about myself. I'm not very interesting, so if you want to stop, you can. I promise, my feelings won't get hurt. But anyways... basically, I like to be on my own. I don't like huge crowds, and people tend to just freak me out a whole ton. I'm sure I'll get used to that, but I get fidgety and really nervous when I'm in big groups of people. I'm really small, so they tend to step over me and not even acknowledge my existence. Which is okay. I don't need friends anyways. I don't typically trust people because of what happened to my mother. Yeah she told me the gifs of what happened to her when she was young. I like to think I'm smart. I catch onto things quickly, but sometimes if its based on really smart things. I'm a realist. I don't like to fathom over what could happen, because most likely it won't.
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My mom tried to get me to believe in happy endings, but if you read her story, I'm assuming you see why I don't. Yeah, she got me in the end, but I don't know, its just hard to believe in something that may or may not exist. I like to research interesting facts. Did you know that an Iguana has a third eye? It's true! AND they are the largest lizard in the world. As you may have guessed, I have a thing for Iguana's. My goal is to own one as a pet someday, but they freak my mom out, so I don't think it's going to happen any time soon. Which is a bummer. I guess that would be the only thing I fantasize about.
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Well, I guess that's all you really need to know about me. If you want to get to know me, just ask me about Iguana's.
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THE ONE WHO LOOKS IN THE MIRROR

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Now that you know my back story and my personality, I'm going to give you a visual aid. I have darker skin than most people because well, I'm from India. I also have dark black hair, and big black eyes that I inherited from my mother. A typical wardrobe for me...I like to wear collard shirts, and tan colored pants.. But now that I'm being sent off to a new school I have to adapt to the wardrobe there, which will be hard... I might even have to write a strongly worded letter to the headmaster about it because it just doesn't seem ideal. I stand at about 4'9 (I'm rather short shoot me) I hope to grow though. Well that's about it. I hope you enjoyed reading about me, though I wouldn't blame you if you didn't.

THE ONE WITH THE ABILITY

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It was weird. When I was younger, I had this FEELING. It was one that I couldn't describe, but I KNEW something bad was going to happen. I was more nervous and jumpy that day. I even got sick a few times. because I was really nervous and scared and SURE that something bad was going to happen. And when my mum got home, she was crying to my dad that she had lost her job. That was the first thing that happened when I knew I was different.
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After that the feelings kind of escalated. I became more nervous and skittish, I didn't understand what was happening, nor do I still. All I know is that I'm different, and afraid. When I get my feelings, and then something good or bad happens, and then it happens, I know that that was what I was waiting for or expecting to happen. It scares me because most of the time the feelings are bad. Like my mum loosing her job. But then the next week, she said she had a job interview at another bakery, and I instantly had a good feeling. She got the job a week later.
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I've never told anybody about my feelings. I'm afraid that they will outcast me more than I'm already outcasted, and judge me and not want to be friends with me, which is why I try and stay away from people in general. If they get too close, they might find out and there goes another friend. I vow to myself to keep this a secret. Nobody can find out.


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