•Chapter two•

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"WAKE UP, YOU LITTLE TERROR! IT'S YOUR BIRTHDAY!" someone screeched, tearing me from my precious slumber

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"WAKE UP, YOU LITTLE TERROR! IT'S YOUR BIRTHDAY!" someone screeched, tearing me from my precious slumber.

I groaned and threw a pillow at the source of the noise, barely opening one eye.

"But it's your birthday!" the voice persisted.

"Yeah, and?" I mumbled, burrowing deeper into my blankets.

"Open your presents!"

"Later," I said, my voice muffled.

"NOW."

With a resigned sigh, I dragged myself out of bed and stumbled into the shower. The hot water was a welcome wake-up call.

Twenty minutes later, I floated downstairs, still half-asleep. The aroma of pancakes wafted up to greet me, and I couldn't help but smile.

"Happy thirteenth, sweetie!" Mum beamed, her eyes twinkling.

"Thanks, Mum," I grinned back, my spirits lifting.

The morning unfolded with presents and well-wishes. Mum gave me a set of fragrant candles, Dad presented a stack of books, and Toby handed me a signed copy of Fantastic Beasts and Where to Find Them by Newt Scamander. Cole had already given me his gift the previous night—a pair of matching bracelets that I was proudly wearing.

I changed into a black crop top, a checkered flannel shirt, and jeans, ready to meet Cole later. As I slipped out of the house, hoping to escape Toby's incessant chatter—

"Aria, where are you going?" Toby's voice stopped me in my tracks. I turned to see him standing with his arms crossed and a scowl on his face.

"None of your business," I said, trying to sound more confident than I felt.

"Are you going to meet that boyfriend of yours again?"

"He's not my boyfriend."

"Then what is he?"

"My best friend."

"Sure, sure."

I clenched my jaw, frustration simmering. "Shut up."

"Or what? Are you going to hex me? Oh wait, you can't, you're a squib."

My anger flared, and I felt a surge of heat.

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