Not attending, attended.
And supposedly both my sisters and parents did too. But if we did that, why did I struggle to cast magic now. Why do we live the life of muggles. I started panicking, "I can cast magic right? It's a thing I can do!?"
I accosted my parents about if I really went to Hogwarts or not, I didn't imagine it, and they confirmed I did.
Eventually I woke up (And I never got the opportunity to experiment with casting magic), and my world view and memories of the past snapped back to normal in an instant. Dreams are trippy man, the way they effortlessly rewrite the entire way you see the world. Waking up is always such a let down. And I hate that the memories made in dreams always fade so damn fast.
I wanna go back.
And supposedly both my sisters and parents did too. But if we did that, why did I struggle to cast magic now. Why do we live the life of muggles. I started panicking, "I can cast magic right? It's a thing I can do!?"
I accosted my parents about if I really went to Hogwarts or not, I didn't imagine it, and they confirmed I did.
Eventually I woke up (And I never got the opportunity to experiment with casting magic), and my world view and memories of the past snapped back to normal in an instant. Dreams are trippy man, the way they effortlessly rewrite the entire way you see the world. Waking up is always such a let down. And I hate that the memories made in dreams always fade so damn fast.
I wanna go back.