It would be like old times—or at least, like it was less than a month ago. And this time, Deanna wanted to tie loose ends with some of those people—if they even forgive her.
"Alright then," she said, once everything was back to normal, "We should head back."
Oliver nodded. Now that they knew that each person was the one they thought it was, things were much simpler.
Deanna felt silly for even doubting this new Oliver, and wondered when her wish came true, though, not that they were in Greenly, Colorado, she couldn't very well say anything that would involve magic. People might get too suspicious.
As they headed back to the street, they stood there, not quite sure what to do now that their immediate goal was accomplished.
Deanna stood still a little longer, but then finally threw her arms around Oliver, and Oliver knew her better now, sure of how he felt, and how she felt, and he hugged her back.
"Oh, Oliver," she said, her voice sad. "I thought my wish didn't work." Despite telling herself she would not talk of such things, she did anyways.
"Magic works most when we hope, not when we are so sure," he explained. He too had been sure he would be back to a human, but when he didn't, he began to lose hope. He stuck around the farmhouse, and one day, he heard someone say Deanna's name.
He left the farmhouse, not wanting to think about anything else, but he hoped, for the first time.
He had woken up a human again, with the outfit he had that day, and in the airport.
Deanna looked up, and she saw what he said as true. She had hoped in the airplane that her wish had worked. She nodded, to show she understood, but then looked confused. Why was magic so confusing?
"Why hope?" she asked, hating the rules of magic. They always caught her off guard, and made things complicated. However, she realized how long she and Oliver were hugging, and began to feel self conscious, even if she felt it was right.
She backed off a little, and Oliver dropped his arms back to his side. He seemed to be spacing out. Eventually he said, "Who knows? The Fair Folk always had a way with things."
"Hmm," she said, feeling resentment towards the Fair Folk all over again.
She sighed. "Well, I have to go home; my mother is waiting for me," she said, not wanting to leave him again, afraid this might be a dream.
And why wouldn't it be? Bad days were both dreams and reality for her, but something or someone to save the day was in both parts of her life. It was a fifty-fifty chance, and she knew life generally liked to work against her.
And once again, I am looking for someone to blame, she said, learning not to do that. She didn't want to see the things she expected to see; she wanted to see everything, and her new change of mentality exemplified that.
"Alright then. Good night, Lady Deanna," Oliver said, slightly bowing.
Deanna blushed. She remembered hating all those chivalric gestures, and now that she was back in modern day America—let alone in a whole different continent—she felt even weirder.
Oh well, she would have to get used to it. She was, after all, going back to Castle Belesse soon anyways.
She smiled, and curtsied.
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