Chapter Thirteen

Chapter Thirteen.

Anastasia's POV.

It's so easy: cooking breakfast is so easy in this house. At some point, I cannot even decide if I'm allowed to still call here a house. It feels more like a wizard dwelling place.

There's everything that I need and the fun part, I repeat, the fun part, is that I don't need to bring out the oil myself before it's being brought out for me. Basically, Kira controls it all and since she now knows that my best friend's name is close to hers, she's been extra nice.

I think she's trying, in her way, to strengthen a bond of friendship between us. It didn't take me that long to finish preparing the pancakes just the way that I want it and yes, the kids loved it.

Nicholas brought them in a few minutes, right after I was done with cooking. I'm so glad when they say that they want me to keep me, as though I was some property of theirs, but I understand. You know, kids language.

Nicholas gives me an I-am-impressed-look abreast, and it melts my heart: the fac