I'm a Squib. The first words sound horrible when I say them to myself. Yes, I'm a Squib, it's true. But I absolutely hate being a Squib. My brother, sister, mother and fathers are witches and wizards, but why aren't I a witch? Sometimes I hate myself. I strangely think that it is my fault that I'm a Squib. But it isn't.
I yearn every night to be a witch, but I always think in the back of my head, "You're a Squib, and nothing is going to change that."
One night, when I was sitting by my bedroom window, I saw something outside down on the footpath. A wand was there. I jumped up immediately. Everyone was asleep - this would be my chance to go and get that wand, feel it, and maybe even try a spell with it!
I started to creep downstairs...slowly...quietly. My heart was thumping fast. I was surprised no one else could hear it. It was beating so loudly, so quickly... then I had reached the bottom of the stairs.

I pulled the front door open, and crept outside. There was the wand, lying there. But as I leaned forward to grab it, a sound came from the bushes, and then suddenly a man appeared from behind a tree, with a boy behind him, looking curiously at me.
The man had a black hat, with his black coat matching. "Willow, you're not allowed to handle wands! Something bad could happen! A accident could happen, Willow. You could get seriously hurt. You know Squib's aren't allowed to handle wands, like you."
I was going to say I didn't care, but instead what came out of my mouth was, "How do you know my name? And who are you?"
The man stared at me for five seconds, then finally he said, "I know your mother. I'm a friend of hers."
"And your name?" I asked impatiently.
The man hesitated before saying, "My name is Benigno - Benigno Walter, and this is Timothy." Mr Walter beckoned at the boy who had been looking at me. "He's almost turning eleven, and eleven is when -"
"You go to Hogwarts." I finished gloomily. "I know."

"Yeah, it's not really fair that you can't go to Hogwarts-" Timothy started.
"Of course it's not fair!" I said angrily.
Timothy continued like he had not heard me. "I would sneak on to the train anyway and go to Hogwarts."
"Don't you do something like that," said Mr Walter sternly.
"I wouldn't dream of it," I said coolly.
"Anyway, I said I'd be at the Ministry of Magic in half an hour, and it has almost been! Come on, Timothy - but wait, I'd better take this." Mr Walter bent down and picked up the wand that had been lying on the foot-path. "I'll speak to the Minister of Magic and see who's wand it is. Now, come, Timothy."
Timothy glanced once more at me, then followed Mr Walter into the swallowing darkness.

(And sorry for this really short chapter!)