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Lillian Susan McMason

One-Fourth Blood AKA 'Half-Blood'

June 12, 2013

12

Second year of Gryffindor house

First of all, I am average height, mabie a bit tall for my age. I am thin, but not unhealthy. I have chocolate-brown silky hair that can be wavy if I style it right. I am a Caucasian female by birth.

I am smart and I know school is necessary even though I sometimes don't like it. But, I do like to read, so you can often see me reading, even in public. I am also introverted, because I find it hard to talk to someone for the first time. I don't have any mental health issues that I know of.

McMason is my father's name, of course. And my mother just liked the name Lillian, but my middle name has the history. My mother's mother, my grandma died the year before I was born. She died of cancer. Mother was still grieving her death a year later, so I was given Grandma's name-Susan. It made Mother feel better having Grandma's name carried on.

My mother is Half-Blood and my father is a Muggle. I didn't know about the magical world until I was nine and I did my first accidental magic. ( below ) Then my mother decided to tell me. Mother kept magic a secret because Father hates it. He probably never would have married her if he knew. But he won't divorce her because he is a strong Christain and doesn't believe in divorce. My older by two years sister Lisa, is free of magic. Mother and Father hoped I would be too, ( being one-fourth magical. ) But I am not and I am glad of it. I am glad to get away from our two-story house, glad to get away from the neighborhood public school, but most of all glad to get away from being lonely. ( My family and I are thought weird by the community despite our best efforts. )

As promised, here is my first magic: I was nine, Lisa eleven. I begged her to play Lava ( a naughty game involving tossing couch cushions on the floor and stepping on them, trying not to touch the ground, the lava. ) She agreed and all was fine until I missed a jump and my left foot touched the carpet. Suddenly, my foot stung and was pink with welts as if I truly got burned! Mother bandaged me then explained about the magic world. ( I must confess I never one-hundred percent believed her until I got my letter. ) I had another one a few months before I got my letter involving me exploding a ketchup bottle, but I was calm, knowing how it happened.