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Being a squib, you stop expecting things. For example, you stop expecting a letter from Hogwarts where they explain it was all a terrible mistake. You stop expecting that one day you might do just a tiny bit of magic. You stop expecting to be able to brew potions (though they do work for you if you can save up enough money to buy them). And you stop expecting people to notice you’re there.

You really only have two choices. You can try to forget the magical world and live as a muggle for the rest of your life (obliviate works well for this, if you can find someone you trust enough to cast it.) Or you can live on the edges of the magical world, hanging on to the thing you want most but can never have, and be treated as if you didn't exist.

As for me, I couldn't give up magic. There was too much it could do, too many possibilities. I’d never have wizarding friends, but maybe someday I could hope to earn my keep as a shopkeeper or an assistant, and there were potions I could buy and magical items I could use that might make my life a little bit more worthwhile.

So I started working as a shop assistant to my great uncle who was very old and sometimes needed someone to keep him awake during shop hours. I stocked the shelves with potions he brewed, ingredients he didn't need, and spell books he no longer wanted and did general cleaning in the muggle way.

In this way, I started earning enough money to get a flat in a neighbourhood that was something between muggle and magic. It overlooked a muggle bookshop that I had a fondness for, and was near enough my uncle's shop that I could easily commute and make purchases in the wizarding world without being easily noticed.

I never expected to be noticed, and I certainly never expected a wizard to want me.

Description

Being a squib, you stop expecting things. For example, you stop expecting a letter from Hogwarts where they explain it was all a terrible mistake. You stop expecting that one day you might do just a tiny bit of magic. You stop expecting to be able to brew potions (though they do work for you if you can save up enough money to buy them). And you stop expecting people to notice you’re there.

You really only have two choices. You can try to forget the magical world and live as a muggle for the rest of your life (obliviate works well for this, if you can find someone you trust enough to cast it.) Or you can live on the edges of the magical world, hanging on to the thing you want most but can never have, and be treated as if you didn't exist.

As for me, I couldn't give up magic. There was too much it could do, too many possibilities. I’d never have wizarding friends, but maybe someday I could hope to earn my keep as a shopkeeper or an assistant, and there were potions I could buy and magical items I could use that might make my life a little bit more worthwhile.

So I started working as a shop assistant to my great uncle who was very old and sometimes needed someone to keep him awake during shop hours. I stocked the shelves with potions he brewed, ingredients he didn't need, and spell books he no longer wanted and did general cleaning in the muggle way.

In this way, I started earning enough money to get a flat in a neighbourhood that was something between muggle and magic. It overlooked a muggle bookshop that I had a fondness for, and was near enough my uncle's shop that I could easily commute and make purchases in the wizarding world without being easily noticed.

I never expected to be noticed, and I certainly never expected a wizard to want me.