Did losing the Trace make you feel different when you turned seventeen? I stretched my hands out, flicking my fingers through the sunlight that streamed through the window. Even though it was early on Saturday morning, the dorm was empty and quiet. I let my gaze fall on the closed curtains of the other four poster beds and admired the pretty blue as it reflected the color over the stone floor as well.
I didn't feel any different and it wasn't like I couldn't cast all sorts of magic without getting in trouble since I was already at school. Maybe I would sneak into the Forbidden Forest after breakfast and walk until I left the protective barrier around Hogwarts to see. I didn't have any other plans, and all of my friends seemed to be occupied with their studies and duties.
I felt a little guilty because I hadn't told any of them that it was my birthday, but I wasn't really ready for that. Experiencing the lengths they went to for Jimin was absolutely amazing and I envied them their friendship more than I knew how to really feel. But I wasn't ever comfortable with the idea of being celebrated or singled out or made the center of attention. It was tragically unnecessary in my opinion, at least when I was the subject under consideration.
I learned shortly after Jimin's birthday that their friend Jin's birthday was next, followed in the same month by Taehyung. I was very much looking forward to celebrating with them, but I had no interest in being the object of celebration myself. I sighed as I stretched my arms over my head and rolled lazily onto my stomach. I had no homework or studying left to do and I was nearly finished with my latest book with nothing to fill the empty space afterward.
I could spend all day in bed but it was very unlikely I would be able to avoid my dorm mates if I did that. Since Yoongi's declaration of our friendship, no one had dared bother me or be mean to me about my Legilimens or anything else. But the girls in my dorm took great pleasure in tormenting me because I had the attention of the six hottest guys in school. I smiled and looked at the little table by my bed, I wasn't sure about the other five but I knew Hoseok was well worth the trouble.
Finally I couldn't convince myself to stay in bed any longer and I rolled over the edge, casting a levitating charm on myself before I hit the floor with a delightful little giggle. I dressed comfortably to combat the end of the October weather in a layered skirt and matching black top decorated with shiny swirls and loops of the same color. I pulled my hair into a quick French twist and stuffed my feet into fuzzy warm boots before grabbing my book and wand and heading down to the Great Hall for breakfast.
I couldn't keep the smile from my face as I skipped happily down the halls, today was my day and nothing was going to take that away from me. I smirked at the reactions people had to the rainbow of color I kept on the underside of my hair, telling myself that I did it solely because I liked it and it had nothing to do with Hoseok calling it pretty.
The Great Hall was semi full of half-asleep looking students all curled around their warm breakfasts and grumbling under their breath as I passed by in a cheerful cloud. None of them knew what my secret was and that only made it all the more fun to keep it. I sat down at the Ravenclaw table, reclaiming the end closest to the staff table as I quickly filled my plate with steaming cinnamon rolls and snatched up a cup of hot chocolate. It probably wasn't the best or healthiest of breakfasts but it was my birthday so I was going to indulge.
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Read my heart, not my mind
FanfictionShe was born with the ability to read people's minds, whether she wanted to or not. He just wants to look her in the eye. Hoseok x O/C Aislinn was born a natural Legilimens, meaning she could read the thoughts, emotions and memories of those around...