The Spiralling Tower.
~~~ I am not writing about Harry Potter. I am not writing about writing about Albus Dumbledore, Gelert Grindewald, or Tom Riddle. I am not writing about Hogwarts. I am, however, writing within the magical world that JK Rowling created. Enjoy.
Teeth-the pearly white beacons of doom. Many excellent sources claim that being born with a full set of teeth is the sign of a baby infused with magic.
So when Mark Jackson Williams (eight pounds, six ounces) was born, it was no surprise that with one look at his gums the elderly nurses crossed themselves and hurried to help some other immediately expecting mothers.
However, the young presiding doctor (with a slightly more liberal science-focussed upbringing) had never seen such a case, though he'd heard of them. 'But what can you do?' he thought and shrugged, and sent the healthy newborn home with his mother.
Little did that doctor know of other mysterious omens that were happening all over the continent, seemingly every day. A few weeks prior, a boy had been born with a birthmark that seemed to be a detailed map of he moon. A girl had a conspicuous aversion to needles. There had been a definite increase in the population of hares on a northern Canadian island at the time of a child's birth. And a young woman had broken the ice in a lake, staying underwater for an abnormally long time, only to give birth at the surface.
"We like to show off a bit," an old white-haired woman smiled, as she watched a pen write names all by itself.