[ WP ] You were born with a large birthmark in the shape of a dragon . However , this is just a coincidence ; there is absolutely nothing magical about it , and you 're getting really tired of explaining this .

`` It's a tattoo,'' I say with an eyeroll, leaning back in my chair and taking a long sip of my coffee. `` You would not believe how expensive it was to get done.'' I do n't even bother crossing my arms to hide the mark. It would be like admitting that I'm lying about the sprawling image of a dragon breathing fire across my forearm. Which I am. 
 
 `` Are you STILL telling people that?'' My best friend picks right exactly now, of course, to return from the Starbucks line, some overly sweetened not quite coffee concoction in her hand. She picks a spot at the table between me and the lady with the stroller who is staring at the my forearm. 
 
 `` Amy,'' I hiss under my breath, trying to casually kick her under the table. I miss and hit a chair. 
 
 `` They keep telling people it's a tattoo, which is ridiculous right? I mean does it even look like a tattoo?'' 
 
 `` Amy - Amy please shutup.'' 
 
 Amy of course does n't, instead choosing to explain my life story for me, like she always has. 
 
 `` Well. No. It really does n't,'' The lady says. 
 
 I silently pray her baby will start screaming it's little head off, so she'll have to excuse herself. The baby, of course, is the quietest baby I've ever seen in my life. 
 
 Amy leans towards the woman her voice dropping to a low conspiratorial tone. `` That's because it's NOT a tattoo,'' she says. `` It's a BIRTHMARK.'' 
 
 `` A birthmark?'' the woman repeats. She looks at me curiously and I glare back. 
 
 `` YES! I keep saying they're like probably destined to defeat Lord Voldemort or something but -'' 
 
 `` For the love of God - I am NOT Harry fucking Potter okay?'' 
 
 They both look at me, half the coffee shop is looking at me now. The lady pauses for a moment and then sits down at our table. `` So does it itch or glow or - `` 
 
 I fix Amy with a solid stare. `` I hate you.'' 
 
 `` You love me,'' she says and goes right back into describing my very non-magical birthmark in excruciating detail. I sigh and sip my coffee, regretting letting Amy drive.
