Long time no post, huh? Sorry for not posting as much as I used to, life's been getting in the way. Good news, ya boy's gotten accepted to college! Related point, I figured out I'm trans, and I have an amazing boyfriend and platonic lifebro. This and my next piece (in the Flash fandom) are two of three works done for my creative writing class.
Disclaimer: I do not own The Magicians, as that privilege goes to Lev Grossman and maybe the producers of the SYFY show.
It was quiet in the kitchen, Quentin noticed.
Of course it was, Julia's parents were both working and Quentin's dad had let him take the bus to her house after school on that Friday afternoon.
He and Julia were both lying on the floor, staring up at the underside of the table, stubby crayons scattered around them. Both nine year-olds were filled with childish pride as they took in the final product of their hard work. Julia smiled up at it.
"Hey, Q?" The sound of her high-pitched voice breaking the silence caught Quentin's attention. He pulled his gaze from the table to face her.
"Yeah, Jules?" He replied softly, still in a bit of awe from the effort of the project finally coming together into one coherent piece.
"You're gonna take me to Fillory someday, right?" Julia asked, turning to stare directly into Quentin's eyes. Quentin could face heat up as Julia stared at him.
"Uh… yeah. Yeah, we're gonna go to Fillory together and we're gonna be king and queen together just like the Chatwins. We're gonna go someday." He answered, turning back to look to the lovingly hand-drawn map on the underside of the table.
Julia crawled out from under the table. "Well, Martin," she began, making a show of her posh British accent, "Fillory awaits." She reached her hand out and Quentin hesitantly took it, crawling out from under the table.
"Very well, Jane." Julia's smile widened at Quentin's words.
Time flew by as the years passed, and the two started to drift; Quentin still held onto the dream of Fillory while Julia grew up and left it in her past.
Magic, as Quentin and Julia shockingly found out, was very, very real. So real, in fact, that Quentin had been accepted into Brakebills University, or College for Magical Pedagogy, depending on who you asked. Julia, however, had to turn to other means of learning magic as Brakebills shut its doors on her.
It would come to pass later that year, after finding a future that didn't result in immediate death, that Quentin and his new friends from Brakebills were finally going to fulfill his dream, and that he was going to go to the land he had always dreamed of.
Quentin knocked on the door and he took a deep breath in as it opened. "I need your help."
Julia stared grouchily at him, but let him in nonetheless.
The two of them sat on her couch, and Quentin told Julia about what had happened before letting the information sink in. She agreed and the two of them made their way back to Brakebills.
It wasn't long before Quentin and Julia set foot on the lusciously soft, bright green grass.
"Hey Jules," Quentin started, taking in the sights in pure, childlike awe, "we made it to someday."