With a sigh you wake up, looking at the roof of the large magical tent you sleep in. It was still getting used to it after waking up in this world and time. It's the year 1862 as you get out of bed and wash yourself, before opening your wardrobe, getting dressed and your wand. You were originally from another world but somehow ended up here. Harlow found out about you, saw you had potential after somehow managing magic after never using it before. After his death, you are leader of the poachers.