A Year With Williams

Epilogue

Day 365 (January 16,2017)

Third person's POV

"Happy birthday Princess!"  Emmy grins cheekily as Samuel opens the door.

Being Samuel's 18th birthday, he was celebrating it. Not a big party, just some close friends and family.

But that didn't stop Emmy from making him a cake.

In her defence, he got her the cursed child on her birthday which was exactly two months ago.

He grins back whilst Emmy helps herself in imagining him wearing a ball gown, crown and having long blonde hair.

He ruffles her hair bringing her back to reality, "come in, dummy."

She pushes past him and enters as if she owns the place, which she almost does because that's where she is all of the time.

He rolls his eyes, as he shuts the door and trails behind her into the kitchen.

"Do you have any refined flour?" She asks looking around, checking all the corners.

"Yeah, of course Cupcake. In the right shelf on the top. But first whatcha upto?" He says, as he sits onto the kitchen counter.

She opens the shelf and takes the refined flour, "I am making cake for you, of course.", She replies randomly.

He almost chokes on nothing, "wha- you can't cook, cupcake."

"Excuse me? I am offended. I so can cook. Also don't call me Cupcake." Emmy says, pretending to be offended.

"Ha. Remember when you tried boiling Maggi? Hands down, it was an absolute disaster."

"Hey! It was an accident! Of course I didn't mean to put oil instead of water, besides, the oil seemed like water, and who puts oil in Coke bottle? It clearly was your fault."

"If the fire alarm wouldn't have gone off, I don't want to imagine what would've happened. And who can't recognise the difference between oil and water!" He says in defence.

"That's because I am friends with YOU." She says sassily and then sighs.

"I don't want to shower you with my amazing comebacks. After all, it's your 18th birthday." She says clapping her hands together.

Samuel sighs, "whatever Cupcake."

"I. Said. Do. Not. Call. Me. That." She says in between gritted teeth.

"Cupcake! Cupcake!" He says in a singsong voice.

"Stop it!"

"Why? What's the matter cupcake?" He teases.

"I am totally not listening to you right now."

"Does this bother you, Cupcake?" He nudges her.

"No! Shut up! It's just that I am not cupcake."

"You are."

"Am not.

"Yes yes. You are."

"AM NOT!" She says stomping her foot and pouting.

Samuel grins.

"Aww. Is Emmy mad now? Don't be mad, it doesn't suit you." He says poking her nose.

"Excuse me! Being mad suits me in every way. It's not my fault you're too blind to see that." She says putting her hands on her hips.

"I am not Voldemort."

"Voldemort didn't have a nose. He had eyes!" She rolls her eyes at that.

"Keep your Harry Potter facts to yourself."