Freak
“But that’s just the thing! Sherlock’s not a wizard!” John exclaimed.
Leaning on his elbows, Ellis Anelli replied, “John, are you a half blood?”
“Erm, yes?”
Ellis went on to say, “Is your father the muggle? You remember when you went school shopping? You father was able to come through here, even though he’s a muggle. Because he loves your mom, much like Sherlock loves you. And because he had a good reason. People try and give magic rules, but truly there is no one rule for magic. It has a mind of its own.”
John seemed distant, probably because of Ellis’s frank remark upon Sherlock, Ellis thought. He thought wrong.
John was thinking of his father. His father didn’t trail along besides John’s mother as he gaped at the wizarding world. His eyes didn’t twinkle as he watched his son destroy poor Oliverander’s shop as he searched for a suitable wand. He didn’t chuckle as he watched John try on too big robes. Instead, all of that was replaced by a single word.
Freak.