It was Brie's 18th birthday, and she had a slight hangover from the night before.
The sunset poured through the common room's window, rich shades of orange, red, and yellow bouncing across the furniture. Brie was sitting on the plush couch, surveying her one birthday card that she had gotten from her uncle, not really making her day any better.
The card was glittery and happy, but the message inside wasn't. Every year she had been in Hogwarts, she always recieved a flashy card but more instructions on what she had to do to make himself even more powerful on her birthday. A side of her always wished she could get something from her parents from him, but she decided that, this year, it was time to let go of them and accept that she was on her own from this point on.
Sitting up, Brie looked out of the window, biting her lip as she rolled her wand inbetween her fingers, the day slowly dragging on.