I've decided it's amusing when witches and wizards look down on muggles for so thoroughly denying the existence of magic even when it's right before their eyes. In many cases, muggles will accept the flimsiest lie rather than believe they really witnessed magic. It's merely easier to let the discrepancies than to drastically change their worldviews. I've decided it's amusing because such self-deceit and gullibility isn't a muggle trait; it's a human one.

Magic is fantastic and incredible, but it still has its own rules and things that people insist can or cannot be real. Sometimes, however, "real" just means "known" while "impossible" would be better suited as "no one has done it yet". And just as there are muggles who fervently believe in magic despite the mocking of many, there are witches and wizards who believe in things the rest of their communities deny.

My father's family is made up of such people. I think that is why my mother married in. She always wanted to find new things, test known limits, and prove the impossible wasn't so far out of reach. I'm very proud of her for bravely sticking to her convictions and I'm proud of the brilliance that let her make new potions and spells, that led her to find "impossible" creatures.

Still, there are days I almost wish she hadn't. You see, one day when Mum was working on a new spell, it went rather badly wrong. My twin and I were in the same room so we saw the whole thing, but Mum always put up a shield before starting something potentially volatile so the explosion didn't touch us. Just her.

Mum's death shook everyone. Maybe that's why it took so long to really notice the change. Of course, just about everything in my life changed after that, but this particular change was different. Great-Grandmother used to say that an open inner eye is in part due to an open mind. If people refuse to believe what they see with normal eyes because it doesn't fit their preconceptions, then such voluntary blindness is even stronger when it comes to Sight. Since our family has always been open to all possibilities (towards history, people, creatures and creations) the Sight tends to wake up in us fairly often.

Mum's death forced our minds and magic to adapt faster than they really should and now both my sister and I See things. She notices things as they really are. I See what might be and—more problematically—what Was. What Was can be very confusing, because I remember a life before this one, a life where I had almost memorized the fantasy tales of Harry Potter. Those tales overlap with what I know of the world around me and what I See of the future but at the same time, things didn't match at all. I know am not crazy (my sister confirmed it), but trying to figure everything out sometimes makes me feel like my head is going to explode

Coping will be harder this year. My sister and I started at Hogwarts today. From the moment we stepped on the train I Saw things in the future of Hogwarts begin to shift (both from what I Saw and what I read in my last life) in accord to everyone's actions, particularly when I'm involved. To make things even harder, my sister and I are in different houses, despite being twins. I'm guessing that's largely because she is so curious about everything and I'm so loyal to her (she's the best sister anyone could ask for and the most understanding) that it has shaped our personalities. So as of today, she is Luna Lovegood of Ravenclaw and I'm Lucinda Lovegood of Hufflepuff. This…is going to be interesting.