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Two months went by and we were also a week away from Matt's 18th birthday. The man loves to read, so I decided to buy him the complete series of Harry Potter. He loves the books more than the movies. He couldn't afford the whole series, so this is the perfect gift. And also, the wand. He is a Potter head. I saw him walking to his locker, I ran towards him and jumped on his back. "There she is." He chuckled. "You're almost eighteen." I said while hugging him. He's older than us for a few months.

"Well, fortunately, Harry has no idea that wolves are actually people." Tbc

Day job as a cataloging library assistant. Harry Potter House Gryffindor, Patronus White Stallion, character match Hagrid. Supernatural Team Dean. Game of Thrones Team Jon Snow and Tyrion Lannister. The Walking Dead Team Daryl. Outlander Team Jamie Fraser. Teen Wolf Team Stiles. Avenger Team Thor...or Hulk (can’t decide). Justice League Team Flash. Arrow Team Stephen Amell. Stranger Things obsessed. Heard Laurel, not Yanny. Started out reading with the Baby-Sitters Club. Then moved to Sandra Brown, Linda Howard, Julie Garwood, and LaVyrle Spencer in high school. Now all over the place with her romance reading tastes. Find her online at www.LindaKage.com Facebook Twitter Instagram

I gingerly touch where it stings and my finger comes away red. “Nope.” I frown, letting my hand fall. “Okay maybe I’m just tired but you’re not making any sense,” I mutter. She rolls her eyes. “It’s not a what.” “They brought a person?” “Yup and guess who it is?” The excitement on her face is a little terrifying. “Who?” “Headmaster Woodrow.” I sit up so fast the room starts spinning. I gasp at the instant pain in my temples and grab my head.

Seeing the portions, I understood why I trusted this godbrother of Neil. However, I was concerned that eating too much in such a cramped space would hinder digestion, so I asked Neil to eat slowly. Harry understood my concern and opened his laptop to play an anime that captured Neil's attention, leaving us to feed him. Surprisingly, even we were so engrossed in the show that we forgot to feed Neil, who took matters into his own hands when he couldn't resist the smell of the food. Perhaps that was the immense charm of anime holding for big boys like them.

he said but obviously, Hari thought the other boy was joking and he thus didn't take him seriously. "Ha ha ha, hurt me? How? I know you aren't trained and you don't have any weapon on you. So, pray tell, how would you have hurt me? Or are you a witch and you wanted to abracadabra me?" He said while laughing and Ravi just shook his head. "Abd... abda... what?" Ravi asked all confused because he didn't understand what Hari said. "You know, Harry Potter?" Hari said expecting Ravi to understand but he still had that confused lost look.

It was the second time I burned myself with my cup of tea. I had recently bought it when I discovered an internet store about literary articles, and I instantly fell in love with the Harry Potter-themed cup that only required the coat of arms belonging to the book when it was filled to the top by a smoking liquid. Most of the time, I just filled it with water just to have the pleasure of seeing the dark color giving way to the brightness that contained the drawing of the most famous magnificent witchcraft school in the literary world.

I also think I might have to get some kind of hangover cure from her and keep it handy for future events. “Hey Alex, what’s up?” I greet him happily while I watch Darrien, Bellamy, Megan and Kiara work on taking down the fort while Harry gets in the way. If I had to decide who was the child, Harry or Kiara, Harry would definitely be the one I pick. “Uh, hello Miss Gale. I was wondering if you wanted to arrange a time to go over some of the information I’ve found about your magic, or at least about Ananke.” He explains.

Maybe both. “Okay, Akira, please,” I said, waving my hand as if that could erase all the absurdity. “Let’s end this comedy show. What is this? Harry Potter’s lost tribe? Magic tattoos and ancient clans? Come on. This isn’t some fantasy novel. This is real life. People like me don’t get chosen—we get cursed.”

I'm reading Harry Potter on the couch, at Ana's insistence. Despite my first impressions of the book, mainly that it seemed geared toward children and not me, Harry Potter is turning out to be a very interesting read. I can't really relate to the main character missing his parents, but I can relate to his dislike for his living family members and his joy at leaving them behind and making new, unexpected friends. Sensing that it must be late, I check the time and see that it's 11:30, much later than Ana is usually out in the living room. I glance over at the table to see her head nodding at the same tempo as the foot-tapping. She is still intent on the Glock. I wonder if she realizes how late