Chapter 39: Remember, Remember
This gave her an opportunity to put her idea into motion. She knew that the dark haired pirate was using the rumor mill to gather information on her. He wasn't exactly being subtle about it either which made her genuinely curious. The way he was persistently questioning everyone and the kinds of questions he was asking...did he like her...like genuinely interested in her as in...romantically?
She wasn't sure. It sounded like he was but when it came to romance...she was a Martian that was about two steps shy of Castiel and his obsession with porn. Ah...the Angel of Thursday, he was just so cute...and these thoughts were not helping her in the slightest, so she enlisted the aid of Rem and Lily, they in turn enlisted others like Sam, Monica, and several others to get the rumor mill really going.
She had hoped that all the gossip would spur him into action, at the very least a brief introduction or something, but it didn't so she had to take some drastic steps. Before that, she made certain that she talked with every single person in camp, knowing what was to come and not knowing if she could save any of them at all.
She learned all their names, listened to their stories, repeating them over and over in her mind, committing each one into her memory, and branding them into her very soul. It was all she could do at this point in time and that pissed her off so bad. What was the point of knowing a probable future and having magic, if she couldn't save anyone?!
She internally cringed when her magic spiked in response to her heightened emotions and blew up one of the water barrels...an event that somehow ended up as her defending him or something which just annoyed her. Killian Jones didn't need anyone to defend him! He was a fucking badass and spark. Shit...her magic was generating some crazy fucking rumors.
She focused instead on creating a deterrent to ogres, mentally thanking her father figure, Goldeneye...she refused to call him the Dark One and while the curse was active, she couldn't call him Rumple. Still she was grateful to him. He had taught her so much...even how to play the violin, a talent that she kept secret mainly just to see the looks on people's faces when she finishes learning how to dubstep...it's not as easy as it looks. There was a lot of breathing exercises and flexibility training, not to mention learning how to dance… something that Ginny had insisted upon.
Regina Mills was one great big clusterfuck of angst with some serious abandonment issues. She couldn't really blame her...she kind of had that same problem but damn it, her mood swings gave her whiplash… then there was the entire issue with Graham...ugh, Ginny was still pissed off at her. Then cricket boy tried to stir up trouble and Ginny practically nailed his ass to a fucking wall and he made Henry cry!
That kid...that sweet, highly perceptive kid...he had worked it out just as she had. She knew that for some reason, people were displaying the opposite of what they were truly feeling...that's how she knew how much they cared. The stronger the emotional response, the more they actually cared.