With all the new episodes as of late, I feel as though this fic will take a different turn. The last few chapters were kind of just my thought process spiraling, but I want to incorporate actual plot now. I intend to make this into a thought-out story that I will take seriously now (hold me to that please). Also, I don't care if The Field of Deadly Fates is basically Quidditch; I've got a habit of putting canon in a corner timeout and ignoring it. :]
The pretty girl- Amity, she said her name was, walked over to Luz's table. Amity's voice was soft, almost scared. She stuttered out a few words before seemingly regaining her confidence, her back straightening out and her head angled up at the sky.
"Here."
To Luz's amazement, the green-haired, with a wave of her hand, moved the scissors away. Without even touching it! The scissors seemed to be doing a waltz across the table to a tune invisible to her. Did ghosts hear music beyond what she did?
Amity slid into the chair next to her, a single chocolate lock bouncing as she settled. "You just need to be patient." Amity took a small glob of the Vaseline and covered the piece of gum in it. Slowly, she began easing the bubblegum off.
The ghost started to get out of the chair, turning to leave. "There. Now, I should get going-"
Luz quickly put out a hand to shake, smiling warmly. "I'm Luz, Luz Noceda! Why are you in the library?"
Amity once again hesitated to provide an answer. She seemed to ponder giving a response. Luz noticed that she tossed a glance towards the shelf with fantasy books, opening her mouth then closing it a few times. This girl was clearly spooked by something, or someone. Luz took note of how the cracked pendant seemed to glow, then fade when Amity had come up with an answer.
"Well, Luz Noceda, I am here because I happen to have lost my journal. By any chance, have you seen it?"
Luz grinned. First a pretty girl helped her out, now a pretty girl was asking for her help. Oh, and the pretty girl was also a ghost, so there's another cool thing. It was her lucky day. "Well, Ms. Blight, I've made the acquaintance of whom I imagine are your older siblings?"
Amity grimaced, then shook her head and laughed. "Those twins are a menace. Who knows where it is now?"
She turned once more and left, without getting stopped this time. The door swung closed behind her, the sound ringing in the now almost-empty room. Luz stared at the door as she watched it swing like a pendulum. She'd met yet another ghost. Just how many secrets was this house hiding? And then the small gem held on a necklace, like a mood bracelet. The color slowly fluctuated between a light bubblegum pink and a dark magenta. The swirling liquids in the gem were enchanting, yet the almost sinister nature of it reminded her of a cursed amulet she'd read of in an old tale. A greyish sludge was inside it, and seemed to move when Amity did.
Right, she had homework. Luz couldn't focus though. Even her essay on a favorite book (The Field of Deadly Fates, the second in the series and the most easily accessible) was hard to concentrate on. She kept thinking that something was moving beyond the confines of the library.
Azura stood alone in the fields. Sundown was rapidly approaching, and she was gravely wounded. Orange light bathed the valley, but all she could see was the Eumenides circling above. They swarmed like crows, midnight feathers covering the night in darkness. But it was not night yet; Azura had one last trick. Struggling to raise her head, she stared directly at the second, whom she'd nicknamed Meg. Azura beckoned for the moment when the sun meets the horizon, brushes of blue and pink painting the clouds above. She called for Hecate, her enemy, her hope. A goddess of magic was her only way out, but how would she convince an antagonist, a stranger whom she knew better than anyone, to help her?
Call a friend, Azura, thought Luz. She snapped open her laptop and went straight to the bookmarked forum for people like her. She quickly sent DMs to Willow and Gus, the kids who were her only friends. "Hi, guys... I didn't see you at school, you do go to the same one, right?" She spoke as she wrote, eagerly awaiting a response. Luz wasn't disappointed, 3 messages popping up almost immediately.
plantlover14: Yeah, we were there! Classes are just organized differently.
human_expert: She means that it's the weirdest system ever
plantlover14: ...yes. You get sorted by extracurricular activity, and then you can't take two.
Luz blinked. Even though she was in an empty library that was possibly haunted, she still screamed. "Why would anyone sort classes like that? It's the least productive way possible!"
The conversation kept up for a while before turning to the Amityville House. Luz was about to tell them about the ghosts she found, but then she caught another movement. She nearly saw a pair of almond eyes curiously looking at the only girl living in the house. Amity was dead, but her eyes shined just as bright as Luz imagined they would have back when she was alive. A glint of rose later, the eyes were gone. She hesitated, and deleted the reply she was about to send. Luz bit her lower lip, trying to revise it to hide the existence of ghosts. She had to admit, the ghost reminded her of a two-faced goddess. Would Azura sell out Hecate to prove a point?
"No, there's no ghosts at the house... yet," she added and pressed reply. Someone suddenly gave her a one-armed hug. She stiffened for a moment before recognizing the blue scrubs. "Mami, you're home!"
"Yes, how are you Luz, did school go alright?" Her mother held groceries in her other arm, and they looked very heavy. Luz got out of her chair quickly to take some of them, then scampered off to put them away. She was not eating pancakes for 4 meals in a row because the food thawed out too soon. "I'm glad you got over the thoughts of ghosts!", yelled Camila. She barely heard.
While putting away the food, Luz felt goosebumps creep up her arm. It's just the cold from the freezer, she nervously told herself. She knew that most things could be explained with the absence of spirits, but no one could blame her for watching her step. Luz glanced up at the ring of fluorescent lights, the artificial sun in the kitchen.
The freezer hummed as cold air began to pour out of it. Luz slammed the door shut and turned around to lean on the fridge. She slid down until she was sitting on the floor. Would she expect another visit from the Blight twins? Worse, what would she do if her mother found out? What would Azura do?
She found that that answer, just like all the others, escaped her. So at night, she didn't know if she would dream of periwinkle fields and quartz quarries, or a murder of crows and six hazel eyes turned hostile. Or maybe she would dream of a sunset over pines, seen from the back door by a remorseful ghost tied to her deathbed.