Growing up, I tended to trip often. People called it being clumsy. I wasn’t clumsy. My ankles just weren’t fully developed yet. According to everyone calling me clumsy, It was not the ‘cute, oh-she’s-adorable!’ clumsy, but the ‘you’re-going-to-break-your-neck-one-day!’ clumsy. How can someone be cute when they trip anyway? It makes absolutely no sense to me, but I digress.

As I began to get ready for the day, I thought about the evening before. I met his new girlfriend and, as expected, she was graceful and perfect. She was polite and introduced herself to me as Grace. Grace the Graceful? Well, her parents were a really creative lot, weren’t they?

 Al laughed. “James and I had a hard time finding a gift. It wasn't until just yesterday that we finally found something.”

“Oi!” James said. “Don't go telling her what we got.” He smiled.

“Why not? It's not as if I can go and get her the same thing.” I said, reasonably.

“Oh, don't worry, Emelie. It's probably just chocolates or something.” Fred said. James eyes widened.

“Damn it, Fred! You peeked!” Said James.

 “That isn’t going to work, Em.” I heard Rose say as she came in. “Now, get up!”

“No, thanks. Have a nice day. Let the professors know I am feeling quite ill. You can make something up. Fever, measles, love potion. You can choose.” I said and pulled the blanket back over me. I felt a tug and before I knew it, all of my blankets were on the floor.