Hannah Porter sat at the kitchen table, writing letters to her relatives in Wales, with her family, Daniel Porter (the father), was reading a book while having his portion of his dinner. Allie Porter sat there, poking her dinner with her fork with boredom. "Mom, can I be excused?"

"Have you finished your dinner?" asked Hannah Porter, scribbling down some dates of events.

Allie quickly and silently picked up her plate of food and slid the food off of her plate and into her dog's dog food bowl, where Remy (the bulldog) slurped the food all up in a happy slurp.

"Yes," Allie said, waiting for Remy to finish the rest of her food.

Mrs. Porter looked up and smiled. "Wow, seventeen clean plates in a row, a new record you reckon sweetie."

"You mean twenty clean plates in a row." Allie said, grinning at Remy who plopped over to his doggie bed; content.

"Really? Oh yes, Lunch and Breakfast today…you never finish your lunch and breakfast…I wonder why you did so today…" Mrs. Porter eyed Allie's other siblings with a thoughtful look.

Beatrice Porter, the eldest sibling in the family (15), looked away. "There's no way I'm going to eat ALL of my food!" Beatrice threw back her long brown hair, ignoring her bangs that covered her eyes a bit.

Alex Porter, the second eldest (14), looked at his dinner (spinach, green beans, mashed potatoes, and carrot slices) with disgust and pushed his helpings away. "I rather jump off a cliff!" Alex's spiky brown hair stayed stiff like rocks…Allie didn't like that ahir, too…too…stiffly.

Allie, who was the next (13), smiled at her older siblings. "Don't you want to be a good role model for Tim and Gwen?"

Tim Porter, age 6, looked at his carrots and then at Allie. "Are carrots really good for you?" He has brown hair, just short brown hair…

"Of course they are!" Allie said, wearing a cheerful look. She was so glad that she was gifted with the art of acting; otherwise she would have been grounded.

Tim poked his carrots and Gwen, age 4, looked at her carrots and then at Tim's.

"How come his carrots are bigger then mine?" pouted Gwen. Gwen's medium length light brown hair swayed as she jumped up and down, pouting even louder.

"Because he's bigger than you Gwen, when you're older, you'll be big and strong, only if you eat your carrots." Allie said, patting her little sister on the back.

Alex looked at Allie. "How could you stand this stuff?"

Allie cast a glance at her parents, who looked too occupied with what they're doing.

"I give them to Remy, stupid." Allie murmured at Alex, who grinned.

"I seeeeee…"

He gave Remy a hopeful look but Remy was sleeping.

"I call Remy tomorrow." Alex muttered to Allie, who stood up to go to her room.

"No way, feed your own pet!" Allie said.

"Viper and Venom doesn't eat human food!" Alex said fiercely. "They like to eat live food!"

"Then get your snakes some live food! You'll have to figure this one out dude; I can't help you on this one."

Beatrice looked at Alex and Allie with an interesting look. Beatrice caught Allie by the arm, whispering, "Do you think Maddie likes seafood?" Allie knew she was referring to Beatrice's pet cat.

"She's cat! They all like fish! I'm sure she'll like tuna…Look, why don't you just tell mom and dad you're allergic to tuna? You've been hiding that fact for years!"

"Then I would have to go to the doctor for some special things! I don't like doctors! I have doctor-phobia!" Beatrice said in a low voice.

"Well too bad!" Allie hissed, fighting her grip. At last she fought the grip off and slammed her door to her room.

Allie plopped herself onto her bed and sighed, looking at a huge eternal ice sculpture that the Bloor's wanted at the Spring Dance. It was an Ice Sculpture of The Red King, standing boldly with a scepter clutched in his right hand and his left and in a fist of triumph raised high above his head. He had his cape on and his face was a kind, but triumph, smile.

"I wonder why the Bloor's want it." Allie asked herself, literally.

"I don't know, ask mom!" Allie mimicked her 'other' side.

"But what if she doesn't want me to know? What if she thinks I'm being nosy?" asked Allie in a worried voice.

She then switched tone and is acting like her other side again, turning around so that she was facing the place she was once in. "So what? Tell her that you really can't wait for the surprise! How simple is that? Sometimes I can't believe how stupid I am."

"Excuse me?" Allie asked in an offended tone.

"Hey, I'm saying I, that means me too you know! Sheesh, lighten up!"

"Whatever you say Allie." Allie muttered, crossing her arms.

"Don't you turn your back on me, I mean, I!"

"I'll do what I want to do, this I, not your I!"

"MY I says that you're being immature!"

"Am not!"

"Shut up."

"That's a bad word!"

"It is not! Sure it's not nice but it's not a curse word or anything."

"Whoever says curse? We all say 'cuss' now!"

Allie stopped herself from getting into a fight with herself. "Man…I have got to stop doing that…it takes me a few minutes to get me out of that issue…What am I going to do? Should I ask mom or should I keep to myself?"

"I say you-"

"Oh who cares what you say, I mean, I say!"

"But-"

"OH FOR CRYING OUT LOUD!" Allie yelled, turning around at her other side, but to stop and stare. "Hi mom!" Allie added weakly.

Mrs. Porter stood there, smiling an amused smile. "How much did you hear?" asked Allie, sitting down, nervously.

"Pretty much…"

"Everything!" Alex said from behind Mrs. Porter.

Mrs. Porter scowled at him. "Alex, go play video games or do something other than irritating your sister."

"Okay, but all I'm saying is that you should consider anger classes, Allie." Alex told Allie with a smirk.

"Shoo, get on with your night. This is a waste of time for you." Mrs. Porter said, pushing Alex out with her right hand. "Go and watch t.v or something. Go read a book."

Alex scoffed. "Since when do I ever read?"

"I'm not a clairvoyant, am I?" asked his mother, crossing her arms.

"You could be. Dad said that you were endowed but he never said how."

"Did he then?" Mrs. Porter faced the kitchen door, where Mr. Porter smiled nervously and then rushed to the living room.

"Alex, just go or you're grounded and can't play video games for a month."

"A month?" Alex exclaimed skeptically.

"Two months."

"Hey, I'm going, don't push it to the limit…" Alex left the room quickly and Mrs. Porter closed the door gently, facing Allie.

"Allie, love, what's wrong?"

"Mom…what's that statue for?" asked Allie, finally deciding to ask.

"The statue of ice? It's for the Spring Dance…why?"

"Why do the Bloor's want it? Is there something special about it?"

"It is indeed special. I guess they want to look good in front of all of the other headmasters and headmistress and their students." Hannah Porter said, gazing into the statue with affection.

Allie noticed this. "Mom, are you endowed?"

Mrs. Porter hesitated, looking around. She sighed. "I have never told Beatrice or Alex or Tim or Gwen this…I am endowed with Eternal Ice Making…I do this for a living when I was younger. I attended Bloor's myself back then…I was in the Art Department and my teacher, she's retired, Mrs. Faun taught me everything I know.

"I met your father there, he wasn't endowed, gracious no, he was in the Music Department…his sister was in the Drama Department, like you. After a few years after we graduated from Bloor's we got married…

"I don't know why but I felt like having five children. I know it costs a lot of money from the Hospital Bills but we managed…besides, I thought about having a sixth one. He's coming in a few months. Anyway, since Beatrice is in Music and Alex in Art, we have the three eldest kids in three different departments, just like your father, your aunt, and I.

"Only Alex is endowed out of the whole family, so he will be attending the Dance."

"Alex is endowed?" Allie asked miraculously.

"He never told you? He has been trying to keep it a secret for a while, ever since he was 11. Three years…I'm impressed. I found out when he was playing around with his endowment."

"What is his endowment?"

"Well, he can shape-shift." Mrs. Porter said thoughtfully.

"He's a shape-shifter?" Allie said with amazed jealousy.

"Yes…I found him in his room, changing back and forth from a human to a dog. He wanted to see how dogs can use their sense of smell."

"So that's he got an A on his science test! Science was never his big thing."

"Yes, I suppose so. I didn't confront him then, I asked him about it later though…he told me to keep it a secret but everyone will know sometime so why not now?"

Allie thought hard on the ice and at her mother's face, wondering about the dance coming up. "Mom, is it possible for a warlock to drain someone else's power out of what they created with their endowment?"

Mrs. Porter stared. "Allie,"

"Yeah mom?"

"Don't think such nonsense."

"Mom, if the Bloors wanted-"

"Allie, just drop it, I'm starting to get a headache…" Hannah moaned, clutching her forehead.

"Mom, please!" Allie said frantically.

"Sorry Allie, I have to go lay down." Mrs. Porter stood up so quickly, nearly fell off her bed.

Mrs. Porter left the room as Allie stared after her. "Moms are so secretive." Allie muttered.