Chapter 1: Birthday Wishes
"Good morning!" sang my younger sister Dominique. "Happy birthday, Vicky!"
"Morning." I said grumpily. I am not a morning person. Even on my birthday. My birthday! I jumped off my bed.
"Whoa, there," said my younger brother Louis. "What about breakfast in bed?"
"Coffee?" I made sure. "Or tea?"
"Both!" put in Dom. "We forgot if this year was coffee or tea." You see, I try to switch between British and French traditions. But I lean more heavily always on France. But coffee isn't French…anyway, hopefully they made French vanilla coffee.
"It's coffee. French Vanilla?" I asked hopefully.
"You bet ya, Vicky." said Louis. I rolled my eyes.
"You guys, stop calling me Vicky! Victoire, or V is okay!" I complained.
"Yeah, Louis!" said Dom.
"You said it too, Dom." I reminded her.
"I'm not a guy." she replied. Uhhh…
"I know that, Dom. But you still said it."
"But you said 'you guys, stop calling me Vicky.'" said Dom, looking smug.
"Dom!" I said, exasperated. "Fine. Sister and brother, stop calling me Vicky!"
"Why, Vicky?" asked Louis mischievously.
"You should not annoy your zister on 'er birthday." said Mom, coming in my room.
"Thank you, Mom!" I said.
"Louis? Dominique? Did you 'ear me?" asked Mom wearily.
"Yeah." said Louis, ruffling his brown hair. He wears it short and gels it up in the front.
"Ma, we were just having some fun!" Dom complained.
"Dominique Isabelle Weasley?" asked Mom again.
"Fine." said Dom sulkily.
"So? My daughter is zixteen!" cried Mom, rushing forward to give me a hug. I smiled and nodded. But really, sixteen isn't that sweet. So far. Yes, I do have a Sweet Sixteen birthday party this evening, but I'm pretty sure fifteen was sweeter. Okay, I might just be saying that cause I got 10 O.W.L's, but you know. Dom is in her fourth year now and loves the thought of it. Louis was still in his second year, but I swear, he knows as much as me.
"And I'm getting older every day," said a new voice.
"Daddy!" I cried and ran to hug him.
"Victoire, my little girl! My, you're almost as tall as me. I'm six foot three, so you must be—"
"Six feet!" I said with glee. Dom looked sulky. She was super short. She's only five foot two. Louis is taller, five foot six. Mom is actually five foot ten, so tallness runs in the family. Except for Dom. Hee hee.
"Bill, honey, do 'ou want raw or cooked bacon?" asked Mom. It was their joke every time they had meat. Daddy, of course, always chooses raw.
Wait.
Oh yeahhh…I forgot to tell you.
My dad is part werewolf.