The Cursed Soul

Chapter 7

ÍROAS

It's the last day of summer break. Tomorrow, I'll be going back to my dearest school, Hogwarts. But for today, I wanted to bake blue chocolate cookies for Nico and the Blofis. I had a nice summer with them even with Nico's never ending pursuit of me going to his camp.

On the other matter, what happened back in my birthday hadn't become unnoticed to Nico, and it became a mystery to me how. As far as I remember, I didn't scream nor made any loud noise, despite the pain I was experiencing. According to my Aunt, by the time I blocked out, Nico just suddenly showed up in the room asking if someone had attacked me when he saw my unconscious body.

"Is this why he's insisting me to go with him to his camp?" I asked myself that day, "Because he's expecting someone will attack me suddenly."

Regarding my Aunt's reaction from the recent event, she went berserk and threw me a bunch of questions and scolded me the moment I woke up that very day. Despite her old age and timid look, she still managed to find some energy to nag the Hades out of me. Hence, I ended up telling her that it's the second time it happened. The first is also on the day of my birth last year.

"I have a feeling it's because of my wand," is what I explained to her when she asked why it's happening to me. "Ever since I received it. – It's like the wand is supplying me power. No, it's like the wand regulates the power that just suddenly crawls inside me. The last time, I became physically stronger, and that's how I single handedly managed to defeat the troll down in the dungeons."

"So, what did you get this time?" She asked, still confused by my reasoning. Although, it was a natural reaction considering that there's no wand in the entire history that acts like that to their master. And the fact that the wand just flew straight to my hand the moment I commanded it to come is out of ordinary.

I shook my head, "I don't know yet,"

Remembering that day just made me feel more awfully excited yet terrified. Excited because I kept wondering about what power I received this time, terrified because I feel like sooner or later this power would cost me a lot and I had to pay the price. – I started doing the dough for my cookies. I added a few drops of blue food coloring before sprinkling it with loads and loads of chocolate chips for finality. When everything was set, I placed the tray of raw cookies inside the oven and set the time. – I'm not a good cook, or even baked any other stuff other than these cookies. I don't know why, but one day it all just came to me like an old memory. The familiar taste of the cookie that brings warmth and love to my heart, – the level of its sweetness, its texture, everything about it, heck even its odd touch of color that just makes it feel more... complete.

After all the cookies were baked and let them cool for a moment, I immediately placed them in a clear circular glass jar.

"Is that for them?" My Aunt asks as she stepped foot into the kitchen,

"Yeah... just for a farewell gift, I guess."

"Do you think Sally would be okay seeing the color of the cookie? – I mean, Paul made it clear everything about blue just made her remember her late son."

That's what I thought about too. And I contemplated it for a very very long time. It's not that I'm being inconsiderate about her feelings, or wanted to see Sally be downhearted or anything. But everytime I ask myself it would just end up me agreeing that she'd like it. I feel like it would bring peace for her, something she couldn't find.

I just smiled at my Aunt in response and went back to the cookies. For one I don't know how to explain all these feelings, heck I don't even know where they're coming from.