Joey is 13; and only just turned it. Only 4'8" and small for his age; a tiny little fragile thing. It was winter; and you (who happen to be Joey) were wearing a thick coat with insides lined with fur and a hood; as well as trousers and boots. You were watching the other children play. You were a quiet boy; a good boy; you always did what you were told; but that didn't always please your father. Your heavy coat also happened to hide the bruises that your drunk father had put upon your body. You hated him for it; but you loved him as well; it was a very complex emotional issue for you. Being so young it was hard dealing with such a complex emotional issue; and it had affected you thoroughly. You were anti-social and meek; you didn't necessarily dislike other children your age; but you didn't quite get along with them either; you were too quiet; too strange.
You notice someone walking towards you; a green haired young man with mismatched colorful eyes. He immediately like him; something about him whispers of magic and you were always interested in that sort of thing. He as a dusty tan long coat with many pockets; and a vest under that with even more pockets; and he has a apron hanging off the side of his belt with even more pockets! There were even pockets on his pants! You had never seen someone with so many different pockets; and that along with the hair and the one blue eye and the one green all of it intrigued you more than anything. You were far too shy to wave or say anything though; it was after all far too forward you felt. Surely he couldn't be headed straight towards you; he certainly had no reason to speak to you. It turned out that was exactly what he was doing and he didn't stop his approach until he was right before you.
"So you're the one I've been sensing." He speaks in a playful and innocent tone.
"What do you mean?" You finally manage to sputter out; shocked that someone like this was speaking to you. Trembling a little in the cold bitter winter wind as you look up at this strange man.
"I mean you have magic; natural magic; that's pretty rare in this world."
You sputter and stutter for a moment, magic? Real magic? You were young enough to still believe in some things; and you were of course always fascinated with magic. "I always wished that I had some magic... but... I don't know anything about magic."
"Well I could teach you some if you like; it's a bit different the kind of magic that I teach; but you might still find it enjoyable."
To learn magic! How incredible would that be!