Not in my life did I think I'd ever be in this school.. Questford High, a real school with humans. the debt collector's no longer on our tail. but this was far from the dream, though the laws to kill all magic beings were go. the astigmatism remained, Ma said they'd let up in time. I never let there mocking get to me, I keep a cold expressionless look at all times. As I sat at my desk drawings of goldfish and slurs for magic beings all over it. this was life... I was but a joke a thing to laugh at. but that was fine, I'd just work harder on my grades.