He'd forgotten. Again. He'd forgotten her birthday. Was it really so difficult to remember? Did Vilhelmine have to remind him? None of her friends' parents forgot when it was their child's birthday. At the very least they sent a card - probably presents, too. Vilhelmine hadn't heard a thing. Not...
Vilhelmine had known this moment was inevitable, but that didn't make it any less uncomfortable. She marched off to Professor Cliffeton's office the moment her flying lesson ended, waiting outside the door with her arms folded for him to catch up. Though her exterior looked fairly collected...
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