(Two days to go before Angel's birthday [and mine too], August 23rd, so I decided to post a text about what Angel's birthdays were like before he was accepted to Hogwarts, and had friends).

In one of the windows, in one of the houses on the Main Street of the Royal-Garden, a small town on the south coast of England; A little boy with extremely white hair like the newly fallen snow in winter, was sitting on the small sofa by his bedroom window hugging his knees, in front of him a book of herbology was open, but the boy's sapphire blue eyes did not look at him, the little boy's attention was focused on the children playing in the street, everyone seemed to have a lot of fun, the laughter was loud and high-pitched seemed sincere and it hurt Angelo.

Angelo Lancaster, was different from the boys of his age, not only because he was a wizard, in his world, there were several wizards and witches around the world, what made him different from other children, was that he was a half-veela.

Veelas are creatures that assume feminine humanoid forms, of an angelic beauty, their beautiful appearance and, especially, their magnificent dance are magically seductive to almost all intelligent male beings, which makes them perform strange actions in order to remain the as close to them as possible. The boy's mother is a veela, and makes him and his brother Jacob, half-veelas, and that made the boys inherit their mother's target hair and divine beauty, but at the same time it seems quite charming to some people, the truth was that being a veela is much more difficult. Angelo being too young, he has no control over his abilities, so he is prohibited from approaching Muggle children, and the few wizarding boys in the village did not want him around for his volatile charm.

The last time he tried to make friends with the boys, his charm ended up mesmerizing the boys who didn't like it and started fighting with him, after that event, Angel started to get more and more secluded inside his house reading his books. Almost every day he stayed at the window watching the other children having fun without being able to join them and that made him sad, especially today.

Silent tears began to trickle down his cheeks, as he buried his face in his legs, he felt his skin tingle as white feathers covered his entire body, two large wings came out of his back and two small ones took the place of his ear, he he was simply alone and nobody liked him for being different.

At that moment the door to his room opened and his mother entered. Leonor was extremely beautiful, her white hair was long and wavy that seemed to shine with each movement, her skin was smooth and soft, surely any man would fall in love with her beauty.

"Happy Birthday, honey." Leonor approached with a basket and a plate with a small chocolate cake, as soon as she saw her son in that state, she placed the basket on the bed and the cake on the table where the boy wrote and drew and hurried to close the doors. window curtains. "Honey, watch out, people can see you like this."

With the curtains closed, she sat down next to her son and began to pet the small wings that took the place of his ears.

"What's the matter, honey?" Leonor asked fondly.

"I wanted to be able to go and play with the other kids, I wanted to be able to go out and not be locked inside the house." Angel said sadly, he ran his hand over to dry his tears.

"Honey, you know you can't play with Muggle kids, you can break the institute of secrecy, they can find out you're half-veela, you need to learn to control your skills, you're unstable."

"But the wizard childrens hate me, and I swear I didn't do it on purpose, I just got excited, I didn't want to hypnotize anyone, Sabastian and his friends hate me, I don't have any friends."

Tears started to flow again, while he hugged his hand, which felt his heart sad to see his son like that, it was not fair to his son.

"I miss Jay, when he was here I didn't feel alone..."

"I know, dear, I miss him, too." Leonor stroked Angel's head, and broke into a smile. "So, I hope he makes you feel better."

She went back to the bed and picked up the basket, crouching in front of her son, handed over the basket with a blue bow.

"Happy birthday, dear, I hope it makes you feel better." Leonor kissed his son's forehead, and waited for his son to open the gift.

Angel dried his tears, he knew that his mother worked hard to make him happy on his birthdays, since the disappearance of his brother and since he had no friends, that day was not happy, but his mother was always on his side, in In the end, he had reason not to be totally sad. The white-haired boy took the basket and, opening a small ball of black fur, put his head out, a black kitten with big blue eyes, looked at the boy and let out a high-pitched, very cute meow.

"A kitten!" Angel exclaimed taking the little animal that fit in one of his hands, his fur was thin and he sniffed everything, the kitten was quite curious, like Angel, his mother had nailed it in the present. "Mom, thank you very much."

The boy kissed his mother's cheek and turned his attention to the kitten.

"Yes, as Jay used to call you, he said that when you cringed, you looked like a sleeping kitten."

"I'm going to call you Arthy." He patted the kitten's neck that he seemed to love. "You will be my best friend."

"Now, the cake." Leonor took the small cake and with a wave, the small candle was lit. "Make a wish, dear."