'What happened?' The curiosity was killing Rose as her friend paced back and forth muttering to herself.
Her friend stopped, took a deep breath and turned to Rose who sat patiently. Preparing herself for the worst, the young girl strained her ears to hear Grace as she mumbled something under her breath.
'Sorry, what did you say?' Rose asked calmly, trying to keep the slight frustration from her voice.
Taking another deep breath, Grace flipped her hair over her shoulder and stared at Rose for a few moments, as if deciding the best way to convince her that Trump was in fact the best president the world had ever seen.
'Well, you know how strange things always happen around you,' Grace spoke quietly, waiting as Rose slowly nodded her head. 'This is going to sound crazy but you're not who you think you are,' Grace continued cautiously. Growing more confused by the second, Rose urged her friend to elaborate.
'Okay, I'm just going to say it straight out. You're a witch,' Grace squeezed her eyes shut, as if waiting to be attacked. Surprising her, Rose threw her head back and started laughing loudly. Not quite the reaction Grace was expecting. Most people just freaked out and denied everything. 'Um, ok then... you do realise I'm being totally serious, right?'
Wheezing now, Rose tried catching her breath, entertaining the idea her friend claimed to be true. 'Then why are you the one telling me and not my parents?'
'Because they aren't aware of it,' she answered quickly.
'Yeah sure, why not?' Rose scoffed. 'Prove it. If you're "magical" too, then do something. Turn my bed into a parrot,' she smiled smugly at her friend.
'I knew this was gonna happen. Just so you know, magic isn't allowed outside of Hogwarts – the headmaster made an exception. Ok, here we go,' she said as she pulled out a long stick from her pocket. Waving her "wand", she turned the pen sitting on Rose's desk into a feather. Not amused, Rose crossed her arms across her chest and challenged her friend. For a moment nothing happened but before she could say anything, Rose was sent flying back, hitting the wall behind her hard enough to crack the paint.
'Wow ok. But then how did I get my powers?' Rose questioned, eyes wide in amazement.
'Well... your dad isn't really your dad. You inherited your powers from your real father.'
'And who might that be?'
'JOHN CENA!'
