Oh Rookie, You Just Described Me From 9-14 (at least)
My friends and I were totally convinced for years that we were magic. Actually, I was totally convinced and power of persuasion and awesomeness had everyone else half playing along and half agreeing. Of course, I branched out and decided that it was cooler to be a god than a witch, because not only could I control stuff but people would have to obey me and sacrifice cookies to appease me. I wonder what it says about me that even supernatural abilities weren’t enough to slake my thirst for power? It wasn’t good enough to just be able to set things on fire with my mind- no, I had to also have supreme power over the universe and be worshiped.
Everyone thought I was so responsible and kind, but underneath that charming eleven year old exterior was a tiny vicious dictator just waiting to be set free. I guess there’s a reason Pottermore put me in Slytherin…
Once I realized the God thing wasn’t going to work out I went back to witch, and I never quite managed to shake it. I still love tarot cards, and ‘magical psycho’ is my backup plan should my grownup life not work out. That’s totally valid, right?
