Thursday, July 18, 2013

6/26 Free Write - When I had Super Powers

When I was 13 years old, I realized I had some interesting witch-like abilities. However, I hadn’t gotten my letter from Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry when I was 11 due to the fact that I was a slow learner and my magic came in such spurts that I thought I was a squib. I also came to find out that my magic was only specialized in one area: cooking. I came to realize my magical powers as I was sleep cooking—as I often did when I had to volunteer in my orphanage until late hours of the night—and I woke up to see all of the ingredients mixing themselves! It was a wonderful array of spices on the left, noodles on the right, and some sauce and milk flowing mixed between.
Once I realize I was not, in fact, a squib, I began reaching out to my wizard friends who had spent some time at Hogwarts and tried to hone in on my powers. It wasn’t until a month after this first incident that I came to understand the specialization of my field. I knew I enjoyed cooking and baking, but I never imagined I’d be able to make a magical career out of it. I began looking up magical recipes and practicing several times a week.
By the time my 14th birthday rolled around I could make the most complicated dishes known to muggles. I, myself, was still considered a muggle by many pure-blood magic families, but I enjoyed knowing that I could do some form of magic whereas everyone else I knew in the orphanage could not. I spent so much of my time cooking and making elaborate dishes for everyone that I didn’t even notice when paperwork had been drawn up for my adoption.
One morning I arrived in the common room to hang out with some of my friends when the headmaster of the orphanage came and told me that my cooking abilities had attracted the attention of the one and only Paula Dean! I, however, had a feeling there would be controversy in m life later on if I accepted her as my mother, so I gracefully told her I was not interested in becoming part of her family and stayed at the orphanage to further my cooking practices.

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