A/N: This Tumblr Thursday story is dedicated to diabanrion with the contribution of robinhook, who speculated that the green light Jay Gatsby witnesses across the Bay every night isn't the light on the dock, but the residual flash from an Avada Kedavra. If you want to see the original post, Google "avada kadavra old sport" and it'll show up. If not, PM me! (: For now, enjoy this interpretation of their genius post.
XOXO, Helix.
Disclaimer: I don't own The Great Gatsby, Harry Potter, or Party City.
Jay Gatsby had just witnessed something curious.
A green light across the water-a usually un-extraordinary occurrence, barring one fact.
It wasn't his green light.
He knew this because he had been out yachting in Manhasset Bay this morning (it had actually been a fabulously sunny day) and there were repair crews out there meddling with the wires. The familiar beacon on the end of Tom Buchanan's cement dock was very clearly broken somehow, and he'd been disappointed that he wouldn't be able to see it tonight. However, tradition was tradition; before the nightly fireworks show began he made sure that he was on his wide, private balcony, expecting to see absolutely nothing, but there nonetheless.
So he had been real surprised when he saw the little green glow anyway.
But he knew that it was technically impossible, thus making this new phenomenon, by default, something else entirely. This new light was as fast as a camera flash, or lightning-very bright, not steady at all, the color a little less friendly and a little more...poisonous.
And it was gone as quick as it came.
Jay would almost believe that he had never witnessed it at all except that his champagne glass was still full and this was his first of the night.
(In any case, he certainly wasn't drunk.)
He set down the crystal cup on the banister. If he didn't know any better, this experience-and he did live for fantastic experiences-would count as something mystical, or enchanting.
"Abracadabra, old sport," Jay hummed to himself, and turned his back to the expensive, spectacular fireworks that he was starting to get bored of.
Maybe West Egg was even more magical than he had previously thought.
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