The Uncanny Journal Of Juliette Mudblood
The journal entries of Juliette, a muggle born witch in the New York region.
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Entry 1, 5/2/2014, 9:52Pm
Chapter 1
Ah, well. Here goes nothing. Nervous is an understatement. Can't form full sentences. I'm going to attempt my first class in Charms 101. I hope this goes well. Enough of the small details, how boring. My name is Juliette Majestic-Rose. Yes, that is my real, in life, documented name. I am incredibly short and considerably curvaceous. I have red hair that reaches the middle of my back, blue eyes, and would be considered a mudblood. Well, at least I believe so. My mom practiced magic for a short term of her life, but was also a mudblood. Same goes for my grandmother. They both lead seemingly normal lives. So yes, "mudblood" I am. However, I take no shame in that. I enjoy the simple thought that I was brought up somewhat normal. It was never going to be that easy for me though. I always had an interest in spells, charms, "oddities", and abnormal things. I've always been drawn to the substantially weird. I feel like this journal will be an output for me. A way to lead my life and still vent out my feelings and emotions without constantly laying them on my boyfriend, Max K. Or my best friend, Vonnae. See, I love them both dearly but I'm afraid I suffocate them with my basically odd views and opinions. I am also very emotional and that can take quite the toll on them as well. Let me start from the beginning, I realize this can be quite the intake. A little biography, if you wish to call it so.
My name is Juliette, but to simplify this, most call me Rose or Jules. I am 16 years old, and was born in New York. I grew up in a very normal family, or so it seemed. The older I got the more I came into realization that very little would ever be normal for me. My biological father, Robert, left when I was young and has kept a distance ever since I was 10. My mother, Stormi, is still around and is thankfully here to help me with all these strange things, mostly. My mother has bad experience with the abnormal and tends to stray away from it. My grandmother has simply allowed the "real" world to catch up to her. I vow here, and now, and I have before, that I will always indulge in my odds, and never, ever...will consider myself normal. Skipping ahead slightly, I was 13 when I started reading spell books and looking into history to do with magical realms, spell casting, mystical myths, etc. I created an altar and have practiced simple, "good" magic ever since such as health, wealth, and cleansing suggestive spells.
I have had a best friend since the age of 7 or so. Her name is Vonnae. She has been here for me for longer than I can even track. She is one of the most amazing people I've ever met and although she is considered a muggle, she could easily pass off as a beautiful mythical Goddess of some sort. Like me, she is interested and indulged in realms of other worlds and crazy things. I absolutely love her to death and have no idea where I'd be without her.
Recently, I got into a relationship with my best friend. His name is Max. From what I gathered, in our 3 and a half years of friendship, he has had a crush on me, and in his words, he "loves" me. It was only recently that I came to terms with the fact that I loved him as well. He is smart, odd, opinionated, funny, and an absolute charm. I've been with him relationship wise since February 23rd, 2014, right after my birthday. My favorite part about him is he accepts me, my past, and my ultimate future.
Ah, I should probably stop unraveling my entire life story or this book...er...journal... will get boring, fast...that's assuming it already hasn't. Off to check out my classes. Adieu. (Did I mention Max was Russian? He's Russian, and gorgeous.)
-End, 5/2/14, 10:23pm-