Goffrey always used to say that I was bad luck, that I was the reason why my parents' car crashed and they both died, that I was the reason we were so dirt poor, and that he lost every single penny he ever played in poker. He said I was bad luck incarnate, that I brought only sadness and lost everyone around me and everyone I touched.

But that wasn't true, was it? It couldn't be, not when something so wonderful was happening to me, something so...... magical. My touch couldn't be cursed. How ...