Rowena Jackson didn’t have many problems with her name, but she did detest the Harry Potter comments. She figured it was inevitable living in a suburb. The series had been held up as a pillar of great storytelling after being initially pilloried by the conservative groups. Ultimately everyone wanted to believe in magic powers— just not that everyone else could have them.
Rowena didn’t feel special— she just felt different. It wasn’t the solo bike rides or investigating the skin patterns of newts in the streams. It felt deeper. It was the lack of curiosity that her peers had for well… anything. Rowena wanted to know the whys of life. And everyone around her and as focused on “why not?”