You hear a weird voice from behind and slightly below you. It sounds Canadian almost. “Need a wand, stranger?” You turn around to face this person, and realize that it’s Grombletomp Domplestromp, Master of Birds and Words! You don’t realize that your excitement is making you smile until Grombletomp points out that it’s impolite to stare. You remember the situation you’re in and you decide to tell Gromble that you’re having trouble opening the door. “Oh, the glyph. If you can do magic, it’s pretty simple to open.” he says, zapping the door open with ease. You look in awe, as Gromble literally just did magic in front of you. Gromble reminds you that it’s impolite to stare, and begins to ask, “What’s with that face you’re making? It’s just a simple spell.” You explain that you aren’t able to do magic, and he replies, “You’re a Wonbom? We don’t get many Wonboms in Hodor. I can tell you about the place, if you’d like. We can get a booth and talk about stuff.” You agree, and you enter the tavern.

Gromble waves his wand a couple of times towards the podium where a person would normally stand if this were your world, and he leads you over to the waiting area. You ask what he did to the podium. “I just asked them for a table for two, silly. Have you never been to Sabbath’s? It’s a regular thing here.” It seems as though magic is so normalized to him that he can’t imagine life without it. You ask how you’d place an order if you can’t use magic, and he responds, “If you can’t use magic, then I suppose you wouldn’t really be able to live here. You’d have to get help from everyone, all the time. I’d imagine it’d be quite annoying after a while. Anyways, our table’s ready.” He then goes to a seemingly random table and gestures for you to sit, and then takes a seat across from you. You begin to ask how he chose this table, and before you finish asking your question, he says “Once the table’s ready you get the signal telepathically.” You look in awe, and he assumes that this means that you don’t understand, and he begins to further clarify, speaking slower than usual, “The magic signals go in your brain and they tell you where to go.” This feels slightly disparaging to you, his assumption that you wouldn’t understand the concept of telepathy just because you can’t cast spells.

You then realize that in this society, your inability to perform magic will make you a marginalized member of society. This makes you kind of sad, mostly because you haven’t been able to use magic for your entire life, and it’s only becoming a problem in this seemingly fun fantasy world. You then realize that this scenario ties into your Unruly Bodies class because last class you learned about disability and different ways to look at them. You begin to think out loud, saying “I guess I’m disabled here.” Gromble looks at you with confusion, and you begin to explain the many ways to explore disability in a society. You and Gromble decide that for this very specific situation, it may be best to look at your lack of magical prowess through the medical model of disability. Gromble then offers to become your magical guru, much like Yoda, and teach you how to do things like open doors and order food using magic. After long enough, you will be able to assimilate into society. You hope that you can make the world a better place for people who can’t use magic, but until then, you’ll have to find a way to navigate things by changing yourself.

Before you guys do this training arc however, Gromble uses magic to order you guys’ food, pay for the meals, and leave a tip. A lot of seemingly basic things are done with something that you struggle with in the city of Hodor. You begin to realize just how unfriendly this city will be for “wonboms” like you. But until then, you can at least enjoy the meal and atmosphere, knowing that you’ll never truly be alone.