36. Muggle
Summer 2077 – Louisa's house in London.

The man has his hands on his waist and staring at the girl that has grown too much to be his little Louisa. She has this obnoxious attitude, too. Her bags are scattered at her feet and her wooden stick, she calls a wand, is in a holster at her waist.

"No magic, Louisa." He repeats sternly, "No magic books, food, items, or whatever else you got in your bags." His eyes land on the luggage.

She nods curtly.

He hesitates, "I'll have to take your wand, too." He stretches his hand, "No magical items, remember?"

Only she is magical.