The truth of the matter takes us back to
1980.  Sarah Tinsley was, in fact,
a witch—born into a family that had consisted of nothing but witches and
wizards for the last three generations. On her eleventh birthday in 1991, she
received an owl informing her that she had a place at the Hogwarts School of
Witchcraft and Wizardry. 

Over the next six years, she would study
at the school as a proud and active member of Slytherin house.  However, in 1997, due to the ongoing of
the Second Wizarding War, Sarah Tinsley was forbidden by her own parents from
returning to Hogwarts because of the controversy that they knew would surround
Slytherin house.  The Tinsley
family moved into a densely-populated area right near Wellington Square in
Oxford. This is where the unthinkable happened.

Sarah, who was in incessant grieving over
not being permitted to return for her final term at Hogwarts, was constantly
encouraged to mingle with Muggles at the University, so long as she kept a low
profile. Sarah, who had always possessed a certain contempt for Muggles,
obliged after months in what felt like isolation from her own kind. 

She found Muggles to be both strikingly
dull and increasingly fascinating—the way they went about and valued such
menial things. At the University of Oxford, they studied such trivial subjects.
Their history classes were devoid of true facts without the added facet of
magic, their sciences had no true substance without the ability to factor in
magic as a cause, and so on and so forth. 
It was, at most, slightly amusing to Sarah.

He
was a different
story.  Law and political science
were a few of the only courses that weren’t completely skewered without the
presence of magic.  You didn’t need
to understand the difference between Beguiling Bubbles and Cupid Crystals
potions to understand how Parliament worked. That was amazing, in itself, in
her opinion: that a nation could manage to run so smoothly without a conscious
magical effort. Muggles were so naïve… But not all of them.

Christopher saw her first. She was
undoubtedly the most beautiful woman he had ever seen. She was younger than
him, to be certain. He was a graduate student, twenty-four-years-old, a man
grown.  She was just barely
eighteen in the spring of ’98.  But
he knew she was the one for him. 
From the moment he laid eyes on her for the first time, a fire was set
in his chest that no word or deluge would smother. 

She was not so easily won. Sarah was
beautiful.  She knew this; this is
not what made her pretentious, however. It was her magical aptitude that these
masses lacked that made her so keen to turn up her nose at their
admirations.  Christopher was
different, though. There was something about the way that he looked at her, the
way his mouth moved when he spoke to her that was magic in itself… And just
like that, she was caught in his spell.

Not long after, she told him the truth…
About what she was. He didn’t believe her until she flourished a wand and
transfigured a writing desk into a flamingo. Then, after going into shock for a
few minutes, Christopher Paxton kissed Sarah Tinsley, and she knew that he
didn’t care. And if he, a man who knew not of her world, could accept her
unconditionally, then she, only a girl, could love him even without any magical
potential. Love was enough magic on its own.