Dear Diary, Chocola was acting weird today. Not her usual cheerful self. I offered her to visit the potion shop, but she refused! She said it was a cursed day, and anyone she meets and everything she learns will be cursed well. She looked axious, as if she meant every word of it.

As expected, I then asked why, and it turns out it was her thirteenth day here. She was absolutely afraid of it. I told her she was an idiot; there's no such thing as a cursed day, but she did not listen.

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But her silliness did not end there! I told her I was going to write this in the diary, and she asked me to make sure the number of words was not divisible by thirteen!