✂ 21: Veela
May, 2065: Sinclair House
Five year old Macy poked her eyes up over the counter to watch her mother cook dinner. This small feat requiring her to stand on her tippy-toes.
"Mummy, can I be a veela when I grow up?" she asked, rocking from foot to foot.
Angie giggled at the sight of only the top half of her daughter's head reaching above the counter. "No sweetie," she sighed.
"Why not?"
"You have to be born a veela," her mother answered.
"Am I a veela?"
*DRAMATIC PAUSE*
"No, sweetie, you're not."
"Why not?"
*FACEPALM*