She was a muggle, living her days with hope, that the owl would drop by, with her letter to Hogwarts. Little did she know, her wait and her life made her the wise owl who offered her beloved a door to a magical world. Her world. She'd call herself a squib among muggles. But I call her a muggle who found her magic in the very mundane. Why else do you think she found magic in my lack-lustre eyes? She was a wizard without a wand. And I, a mudblood holding her hand. #MuggleBorn Wise old owls.