Chapter One
My grandma always said our family was unique. Well it’s kind of embarrassing but my grandma (and like half of the family) believe in magic. As a kid I was always told story’s of our ancestors being magicians or whatever and I kind of believed them. My uncle George’s random disappearance filled my family’s belief that he was a magician who went on searching for
Magic or whatever.. (the police had a different idea though) But now that I’m 22 I have more things to worry about then my family’s belief that we are Harry Potter’s missing extended family.
Hi! My name is Joy Cameron I’m 22 year old freelancer from LA. I left my family’s home when I was 18 searching for a college. Things happened and now I just work as a freelancer and an ice cream shop employee at Sugar sweets café. I have blonde hair with pink streaks, blue and green eyes, and hella freckle’s. My grandma used to tell me that our eyes are a symbol of the remaining magic inside us. Only the best will be able to harness it.
My mother always tells the story of my uncle George who apparently left a note to his sister (my mom) saying he was gonna leave on pursue of an art that our ancestors had mastered. Everyone interpreted it as magic. Yeah I know unbelievable.
Six seasons chapter two
What the hell was the first thought that came to my mind after I heard a rather high toned voice of a man who apparently
Knew my name
Says he’s my crazy uncle
And knows where I live
If that doesn’t give you stalker vibes then what does?
I quickly grabbed my phone getting ready to call the police to get them to take this lunatic away from my door then suddenly a poof of BLUE dust that momentarily blinded me. AND THEN BOOM and skinny black haired guy was inside MY apartment..
“No no no no honey wait don’t call the police!!! I’m your uncle George! We are family trust me
!”
and with that he started pinching my cheeks.
A moment of silence
And then I screamed.
“OMG GET YOUR HAND’S OF ME!! WHO EVEN ARE YOU BARGING INTO MY APARTMENT! IM CALLING THE POLICE!”
“listen girl I’m George you uncle.”
I looked at him disbelievingly.
He shrugged and said “your moms name is may and my mom your grandma is obsessed with magic..”
I raised my eyebrows at him and said “WHAT THE HELL”
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