The final part of our two-part study:
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‘Miss Graves.’
Jenny hesitated. She turned.
Mr. Thrush met her curious gaze. There was strange warmth in his own.
‘I know you do not like me,’ he said, ‘and I don’t ask that you do—but I would be grateful if you could tell me why.’
‘For no reason,’ she said—and flushed. ‘It’s not that—not that I don’t like—’
‘I have no magic,’ he said. ‘Is that it?’
Her face burned.
‘May I show you something, Miss Graves?’
In the wizarding world of Harry Potter, we are always told to value muggles but they do not seem to occupy a prominate role in proving themselves valuable. J.K. Rowling’s series is a favorite of Wallie’s, and he only wishes she had given the muggles more time to express themselves before (if not defend themselves from) prejudice, and occupy an equal space. The following sketch is the beginning of a two-part investigation into whether or not muggles can actually stand in a room full of wizards.
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Inside stepped two common folk.
They were certainly common.
The wife was a little, light thing, black-haired and fair. She was evidently a stranger to that home. She shrank close against her husband and held so tightly to his arm that her knuckles were white. He held her close in turn, as he could. She was more behind than beside him. It wasn’t fear for herself that provoked her; they could all see she was heavily pregnant.
It’s a rare idea that can inspire a great deal of art in others. Sometimes (just sometimes) the inspired art takes its subject to a whole new level. J. K. Rowling’s magical world in the Harry Potter series is a sandbox for the imagination, and artists and writers alike have done fabulous work illuminating the dark corners of her fantasy.
It is very probable that Wallie the Imp has never told you that he was accepted to Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry. If he did, I am certain he did not explain the truth about what happened there.
This little dragon (above) is not happy. Someone told him that dragons and fairies aren’t real. They also said that they were too old for fairy tales and children’s books.
Wallie asked me the other day, “Do dragons have two legs, or four?”
It is an important thing to think about.
“Four,” I said. “No, two. It depends.”
It isn’t easy changing your mind in Impish.*
