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↳ 39: BIRTHDAY MORNING

"GET UP, IT'S YOUR BIRTHDAY!"

           Freya thought that Froyce and her dad would just forget that it was July the 24th, a.k.a., the day Freya was born. She didn't want to make such a fuss over the idea that she was turning seventeen — the legal age in the Wizarding World, an adult. But even she had to admit the sight of Froyce and her father with birthday hats on and streamers was a sight to wake up to.

          She sat up with a smile and the two boys went to sit with her on her bed. She yawned, rubbing her eyes, and then grinned lazily. "Thank you."

          And in came Blidley, levitating a three tier cake with him. Freya's sleepy face went jolting open as if she suddenly drank a tank of coffee. She couldn't hold her gasp, making Froyce and her dad chuckle at her reaction. "Happy birthday, sweetheart."

          "Oh my, God, Dad! You shouldn't have!" But Freya was already engulfing her father in a hug.

          "You're coming off age today, Freya. This is a special day," her father said, patting her back. And after he let go of the hug, he smiled at his daughter, holding both of her shoulders and saying, "You're all grown up."

          Froyce nudged her shoulders, "Quick! Make a wish!"

          But looking at them in front of her, Freya only ended up saying, "I already have my wish." But nevertheless, she blew the candles.

          "Now for my gift," her dad said. He then motioned for Blidley and the elf nodded before prodding out the room.

          "Isn't the cake the gift already?"

          "Oh, darling, its me you're talking about here," her father grinned and Freya couldn't help but giggle.

          And then in came Blidley once more. And this time, he was holding a long, dark violet, box that was wrapped around a silk white ribbon. The elf delicately handed it to Francis before he passed it on to Freya. "To my baby girl."

          "Dad!" Freya whined — Francis and Froyce only laughed. She shook her head amusedly.

          With the box now on her lap, Freya carefully undid the ribbon. She placed it on her nightstand for keeping and then went on to open the box. And she, once again, gasped at what she saw.

          "Daddy!" she couldn't help but squeal. "Holy Salazar!"

          She pulled out the black dress that looked so elegant she didn't even think she wanted to touch it. It was the typical 'little, black, dress' but it seemed so unique as it glistened in her eyes. She held it in her chest and then stared at her dad with eyes threatening tears of joy. "I love it."

          "Anything for my young lady," his dad said, his smile simple yet full of emotion. Freya really wanted to cry. She sniffed and rubbed her nose to prevent herself from doing so.

          After a short pause of them just savouring the moment, his dad pressed his lips and then patted her knee, "Well, you have tons of letters with gifts in the drawing room that you need to reply to. Especially your mother's."

          "Oh yeah, mom, she'd kill me if I don't reply asap," Freya said, rolling her eyes amusedly at the thought of her mother freaking out.

          "You do that," he patted her knee once more before standing up. "I have to go to work —"

          "Dad!" both the siblings whined almost as their father said the word 'work'.

          "But I'll be back tonight for a birthday dinner, I promise," he answered just as fast. He leaned forward to kiss Freya on her forehead and then ruffled Froyce's hair. "Breakfast is in the dining room. I'll see you tonight."