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When the Swan girls move in to Charlie's, it doesn't take long to notice that something's up. The sunset curfew is a weird thing to hang onto in the middle of winter, the statistics Charlie uses to justify it are weirder.
The way Bella can suddenly do gymnastics after she and Soph have been moved in for a couple of weeks is weirdest.
Scratch that: the apparition that shows up in their bedroom, causing Bella to punch the bunk above her with surprising force in order to wake Soph and confirm that she's not hallucinating? That's weirdest. And so is what it has to say.
Soph sleepily wonders if Slayers have time to play softball. Bella opines that she does not think any of this is a good reason for her to start playing softball.
Soph goes to sleep. Bella stays up, at first, then she crashes too.
And the next day during her free period she's in the library, peering through the vampire books.
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cross_and_bow
darkeningofthelight
Now it's Delilah's turn to roll her eyes.
"Definitely," she says. "For me it's a little warm, and it's like a feeling. When do you feel most like yourself?"
"Definitely," she says. "For me it's a little warm, and it's like a feeling. When do you feel most like yourself?"
keyed_up
Soph thinks about this question, then says, "First thing in the morning."
darkeningofthelight
"Great. However you feel first thing in the morning, try to feel that, then follow that feeling, okay?"
keyed_up
"Okay..." Soph flops over onto the arm of the couch, possibly for effect, squirms till she's comfy, and then, a minute later, puts a hand on her sternum. "...Maybe I have it."
darkeningofthelight
"Damn straight," Delilah says, and leans forward to take Soph's free hand. She turns it palm up and taps the palm with one finger. "Now put it here. Just a little."
darkeningofthelight
"You'll make a little ball of light, or maybe sparkles or something, I don't fucking know. Neville's here, which means nobody'll get hurt, because he's a special snowflake magical lightning rod anomaly Mary Sue, okay? Just try it."
princeofsalem
"Gary Stu," Neville grumbles, but he also relaxes. "You can go ahead and try too, Bella, if you want."
cross_and_bow
Bella glances between the Longbottom siblings, then puts her hand out, palm up, and makes a concentrating sort of face.
keyed_up
Soph tries too.
Soph gets the trick first, though she has to mime actually plucking some magic from her breastbone like a tuft of cotton candy: she gets a little spring-green cloud that looks like it's full of lightning.
She admires it!
Soph gets the trick first, though she has to mime actually plucking some magic from her breastbone like a tuft of cotton candy: she gets a little spring-green cloud that looks like it's full of lightning.
She admires it!
cross_and_bow
Bella copies her miming trick, and -
gets only a tendril of hair slipping between her fingers.
gets only a tendril of hair slipping between her fingers.
darkeningofthelight
"See? There you go, Soph. Today tiny cloud thing, tomorrow the world."
princeofsalem
"Take a break and try again, maybe," Neville tells Bella. "It's harder if you start getting frustrated."
cross_and_bow
"My level of frustration is under control. I was psyched up to accomplish nothing today at all," Bella assures him. Her hand stays where it is. "Unless you mean something other than frustration per se?"
keyed_up
Soph pokes her tiny cloudy thing. "What do I do with it?" she asks Delilah.
princeofsalem
"If you start thinking more about the fact that nothing's happening than about what you want to happen, maybe," he suggests. "Or if you start doubting it. If you still feel okay, though, you can keep going."
darkeningofthelight
Delilah eyes Neville and Bella.
"Is there somewhere else we can go?"
"Is there somewhere else we can go?"
cross_and_bow
Bella nods.
She continues to concentrate. It continues not to work.
She continues to concentrate. It continues not to work.
keyed_up
"As long as we aren't going to, like, set things on fire if we get too far away from the, what, lightning rod? Then we could go up to our room," shrugs Soph.
darkeningofthelight
"We won't set anything on fire," Delilah promises. "Come on, let's leave them to it."