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another muttered. “I just started, okay? This is, like, day one. Everyone’s first spell is a mess.” “My first spell was a weather manipulation hex that saved a village from drought,” Mr. Yellow quipped. “Mine was a growth spell,” said a potato from the shelf. “My cousin became an oak tree. Good times.” I groaned and sat down, the glitter-chicken gently laying an egg near my boot with a pop of confetti. Fantastic. “I am cursed. I am wolfless. I am surrounded by petty produce and judgemental pests. And now I’m the clown princess of poultry summoning.”

He followed easily, draping himself across the armrest like he always did, his flaccid dick bouncing with him. “So, what did I miss?” I said, glancing at him. “Oh, everything,” he replied immediately. “Start talking.” He stretched slightly, considering. “There have been minor disputes, territory updates and Alpha Kael being… his usual scary self” he said. I rolled my eyes. “Be specific.” He smiled. “I’m getting there.” He gave a dramatic pause. “There’s a girl. Apparently her name is Liora" he continued. I leaned back slightly. “So that's her name” I murmured.

"For you to go to my territory. "You are not a monster" I said because I felt it... I have the ability to know if a creature is a monster based on their energy. It only failed with that girl because I couldn't feel any energy coming from her. "That's true because I'm a Mage— a sorcerer," the old man replied, who was pulled back by my soldiers. Because people are more afraid of witches. The mage has the power like a god... but has the heart of a demon. I immediately pointed the blade of my weapon at the old mage "Then it's not our god you worship..." I shouted then quickly attacked but someone blocked my sword... the girl with orange eyes, like a lightning flaming weapon suddenly appeared in

"I won't let them harm us." Aunt Cleo's voice sliced through the air like a warning bell, her words laced with urgency and gravity. "Aqua, you need to grasp the true threat of the coven. They're not just ordinary casters. Each possesses unique abilities, ranging from unnaturally swift regeneration and inhuman strength to the sinister power to manipulate creatures and even people, turning them into spies. Some even boast of an unnerving form of immortality, extending their lives far beyond the natural order. And worst of all, they have the terrifying capability to absorb the powers of other casters."

“What is so funny about Harry Potter?” “Do you know how much your mother loves Harry Potter? Those are her books.” She sets the book down and looks at me with disbelief. “No they’re not.” “Ask her. I promise you. I can tell you she is house HufflePuff and her patronus is a wolf. And she knew that before she knew of the magical world.” “Mine is a dog,” she replies and goes back to reading.

The first four names, all in grey ink, got Madam Pince attention when she read them. 'Rowena Ravenclaw - Founder/Owner Helga Hufflepuff - Founder/Owner Salazar Slytherin - Founder/Owner Godric Gryffindor - Founder/Owner' Under the four founder's names were three more greyed names, followed by two that were the firsts in dark green ink. 'Susan Ravenclaw - Heir/Owner Erik Ravenclaw - Heir/Owner' Madam Pince noted the difference, and just above Susan's name, she read the greyed name of her sister.

Ding, ding, ding, we pull away to see Silvia standing on the stage. “Can the birthday girl please come to the stage.” Silvia says and I feel Octavia stiffen in my hold, she knows what’s coming. We walk up to the stage and our dads come through the side door attached to the stage, holing her cake; a Harry Potter themed three tier cake, the bottom layer is Green (Slytherin), dark chocolate devils’ cake, the middle layer is Blue (Ravenclaw), milk chocolate mud cake and the top layer is the Marauders map, with a silver wolf howling on the top, it’s a white chocolate and raspberry centre sponge cake. There is black frosted roses and other HP symbols positioned around it.

“Now, what did Jonathan write?” “Let’s see. Scepter equals Excalibur. Sword of Gryffindor rules. Mirror of Erised.” I squinted a little as I read the handwritten note. Isis shifted in my lap, turning to look at me, utterly confused. “I’m not sure I understand that. Why does Jonathan go from talking about Excalibur to Harry Potter? I mean, both are British, and Merlin is in both, though obviously only spoken of in Harry Potter.” Isis’s brow was furrowed as she tried to understand that strange way my friend’s mind works.

"Lennox is my exception, Mom, and he hasn't even been sorted—" "Your mom sorted me last year," I interject, recognizing her deep love for Harry Potter. Regina nods firmly, affirming her decision. "He's Gryffindor." I blow a playful kiss in Ashton's direction, taunting him. He licks his lips, attempting to maintain a serious expression, but fails to hide his amusement. Regina observes us for a moment longer before inquiring once again, "Do you happen to know anyone who might be interested in dating Tony, perhaps?"

I closed my eyes to at least get some rest before Joe, our chauffeur, comes around. Few minutes into my naptime, Kate's shriek jerked me awake. "Kate!" I groaned. "What's the problem?" I asked. "Suzy, have a look at this." She pushed her phone forward. I collected it from her. "That looks unbelievable, right?" She crossed her hands across her chest. "What lo -" I trailed off at the graphics that stared right back at me. "What the hell is this?" I gaped. "A dragon!" Kate exclaimed. "In this 21st century! I can't believe this!" She scoffed.