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Phoebe Morelli was sitting next to her bestest friend in the whole wide world, Albus Potter. It was a calm day in the small neighborhood, and they were calmly sitting on their bums on a hill, nothing really happening, but a lot of things were happening. Just then, an owl landed on Phoebe's windowsill, a letter attached to its leg.

Phoebe was freaking out, what would happen when she eventually had to go back to the home? She didn't mean to make the jam jar explode, she didn't even touch it! Phoebe didn't know what happened. She wanted to tell Albus, but was scared to have him make fun of her, but Al wasn't that kind of person, right?

Then there was the fact that Albus wasn't going to school this upcoming year! He was going to some private school for kids like him. What did that even mean?! Everybody in his family went, his brother, parents, cousins (which he had a lot of), Uncles, and most of his Aunts! He wouldn't even tell her the name of the school!

"Albus?" She eventually spoke up, tucking her long, golden blonde hair behind her ear. "Can I talk to you? About anything?"

"Of course you can, Freckles," Albus publicized, turning to face her, his bright green eyes questioning.

"Something happened to me today. Something I can't really explain, it just sorta... Happened," Phoebe began. "Never mind, its daft."

"Tell me," Albus persisted, becoming suddenly very, very interested.

"I didn't exactly mean for it to explode... I don't even know how it happened!" She suddenly exclaimed.

"What exploded?" Albus asked slowly, as if he was scared to press her any further.

"The strawberry jam jar!" Phoebe shouted as tears began forming in her amethyst colored eyes and her voice was reduced to a soft whisper. "Mrs. Lordicane saw too, it was right by her. You should have seen the look in her eye when it got all over her. She was furious, that's why I came over here. I'm not going to be allowed food for a week!"

Albus, unsure how to reassure his friend, sat stunned at what Phoebe was describing and began mentally dueling with himself. Was she a witch? No. But she could... No. She is an orphan... No. She can't be. You don't know who her parents are... No.

"I just- just got mad at- at her and- and I l-looked at the j-jar by her and- and it just- just... exploded," Phoebe stammered. "Oh, Albus! What do I do?"

"Phoebe, I need you to be honest with me. Has anything like this happened before? Anything really. Did you ever make things happen, things you can't explain when you're angry, or-or scared?" Albus asked her gently.

Phoebe looked at him incredulously, unconsciously raising her eyebrows, widening her purplish eyes, and tucking her bottom lip slightly into her mouth, giving her a face that mingled with curiosity, confusion, and the look a deer would in headlights.

"Albus, this isn't funny," Phoebe concluded.

"No, it isn't," Albus agreed.

"Then why-"

"Am I treating this so normally?" Albus interrupted her, and she slowly nodded her head. "Because for me, and my family, it is normal."

"What'd you mean?" she asked quietly, her deer-in-headlights seemingly a permanent fixture on her face.

"Before I tell you, we have to absolutely sure," Albus informed her, looking around the park to make sure nobody could overhear them.

"Sure of what? Albus, sure of what?" Phoebe was starting to panic and stood up. Albus followed her example and looked slightly down at her. He was smiling a huge smile, something you would more likely see on his brother, James, but not Albus. "Albus, what aren't you telling me?"

"Phoebe," Albus looked around one last time and picked up a small rock. "Don't touch it."

"Albus, you're scarin' me," Phoebe informed him, her voice like a small child's.

"I'm going to throw up this rock, and you can't touch it," Albus threw the rock up in the air between them and watched as Phoebe let it hit the ground. "Well, don't let it hit the ground, Phoebe!"

"But you said I can't touch it!" Phoebe pointed out, growing more and more frustrated. She didn't know what Albus was trying to get her to do, and it was frustrating her. She was growing mad at him for treating this like a joke. "Look, forget I said anything, it was probably just a mouse."

"No, it wasn't a mouse, Phoebe," Albus assured her. "I'm going to throw up this rock again, just like before, and you can't touch it, but don't let it hit the ground."

"Albus! Stop treating this like a joke! I can't just make it not touch the ground unless I touch the rock!" Phoebe shrieked, sounding like a kid throwing a tantrum. Even though she was almost eleven, she was a lot smaller than most eleven-year-olds, and closely resembled a mere child.

"Phoebe! Stop yelling!" Albus calmed her down. "I am not treating this like a joke. Please, just trust me."

"Throw your stupid rock," Phoebe agreed after a few seconds of silence.

Albus threw the rock up in the air and watched Phoebe's eye trailing after it and it started to fall back down. He knew he made Phoebe pretty mad, and if she was who he thought she was, then this could work. Maybe.

When the rock became eye level with Phoebe, it stopped. It just stopped in mid air. Suspended, as if on a string.