Analysis Of ' The Great Gatsby ' By F. Scott Fitzgerald Essay
He remembers his early childhood as happy, mostly. They live in a small house on the outskirts of town, the best feature of which is a leafy, overgrown garden that dominates most of Merlin’s free time. His dad helps him build a little treehouse in the sturdy oak at the bottom of the garden, and Merlin spends much of his time conducting solemn business in it with his teddies and his toy soldiers. He’s usually up there alone. While there are other children in the neighbourhood, they don’t seem to want to play with him. His mum tells him there’ll be plenty of time to make friends when he starts going to school.
But before he can start school, he has to go to registration. His parents have explained registration to him but he doesn’t really understand it. All Merlin knows is that the amount of magic he has will be tested somehow. His mum reassures him that the test isn’t painful, save a tiny little injection, but that doesn’t explain why there’s so much worry in her eyes whenever the subject comes up.
Then one night his parents sit him down for a chat.
“Merlin, you remember when we talked about registration. Remember how I told you they’ll be checking your magic levels and giving you a microchip like Daddy has?”
“Yeah,” Merlin says, fiddling with one of the wooden dragons his dad regularly carves for him. He wonders if anyone at his new school will like dragons. Maybe he can invite some of the kids round to see his whole…