**“Why am I a muggle? Well, it’s simple, really—I wasn’t born with any magical ability. No wand ever chose me, no letter from Hogwarts came on my eleventh birthday, and I’ve never turned a teacup into a turtle. I live in the ordinary world—the one without spells or broomsticks or talking portraits.
 
But you know what? That’s alright. We muggles have our own kind of magic—science, art, music, stories. We marvel at the stars, build machines that fly, and capture time in photographs. Sure, we can’t conjure a Patronus, but we can still protect the ones we love with courage and kindness.
 
Maybe magic isn’t only about casting spells. Maybe it’s about how we live with wonder, even when the world tells us we’re ordinary.”**