Oh wowwowwow what's this A FAST UPDATE! Lolllll once I got over the writer's block it was easy.
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Oh no! How can this be? I almost forgot to do my signature Crowd Hating On Me (™) in my intro! How could I?
Crowd: Darn. We were sorta hoping you would forget... then we wouldn't have to come here. I am ashamed to exist in such a terrible fanfiction.
Me: Did that just break the fourth wall?
Crowd: Um, with your terrible writing skills, the fourth wall never existed in the first place. Neither did the other three walls.
Me: So... I'm writing outside?
Crowd: Yes.
Me: But it's like thirty degrees outside! Do I have to type outside? It's cold and I don't wannaaaaaaa.
Crowd: BOOOOO! BOOOOOO! *Rotten fruit*
Me: Look, could you mix it up once in a while and throw some vegetables? Or maybe some fresh fruit?
Crowd: Why don't you mix it up once in a while and NOT BRING US HERE?
Me: *Shrugs* Can't do that. The fans like it.
Fans: *Are about as existent as Dex's relevance* Sure. Yay. Woo hoo.
Me: SEE? DEDICATED FANS!
Crowd: Um-
Me: SHH ONTO THE CHAPTER HOPE YOU GUYS ENJOY!
Sophie squeezed her eyes shut and put her face in her hands, as though blocking the world out would make the bad news disappear. And honestly, Linh's optimism "Don't give up hope" speech was a load of alicorn poo. Things just kept getting worse and worse for the Black Swan. The Neverseen were always like fifteen steps ahead. They were all doomed.
While Sophie was thinking some very cheerful thoughts, Mr. Forkle had started interrogating Marella and Linh about what Fintan had said recently during Marella's lessons, to see if that gave them any hints. The answers were "How the mallowmelt should I know? Unless it's an actual valid pyrokinetics instruction, I don't pay attention to anything the guy says. Ninety percent of the time its him telling me I suck at this, or 'If you don't control the flames, the flames will control you.'" -Marella, obviously- and Linh's response of "I don't know... I don't think he said anything useful. Sorry I couldn't be of more help..."
Only vaguely aware of these things, Sophie was mostly focusing on breathing steadily and not going into full panic mode. She was almost entirely oblivious to the world (And to everything else XD) when the familiar voice of EBWSATBJFWBMSLSNS- sorry, Fitz- filled her head.
You okay, Sophie?
The thought Keefe wouldn't even have to ask, and he'd know exactly how to make me feel better filled her head before Sophie realized- HE CAN HEAR YOUR THOUGHTS WHAT THE MALLOWMELT ARE YOU DOING YOU IDIOT!- wait, Fitz could hear that too. Honestly, these telepathic conversations were really- HAVE YOU LEARNED NOTHING? STOP! THINKING! THINGS!
She could hear Fitz chuckling humorlessly- in real life or in her head, she couldn't tell- but it was obvious he was mad. Why did this all have to be so complicated?
You would rather Keefe be here than me? Fitz transmitted angrily. What a jealous EBWSATBJFWBMSLSNS.
No! It's- I don't know where that thought came from. I just miss him, that's all. It's not that- I didn't mean I don't want you here. Really, I'm grateful that you're trying to ensure I'm okay. I just wish he was here- because he's my friend and he's in a coma and I miss him. Sophie mentally rambled.
You didn't answer the question. Even in her head, Sophie could hear the accusatory tone much more clearly than she'd like.
I'd rather you both be here! Obviously! I don't want either of you to be in a coma!
Was it possible to transmit a sigh? Sophie was pretty sure Fitz just did. But if you had to choose only one of us to be here- only one- it would be him. Please don't lie to me, I know you would.
I- I'm not good at choosing between people, Fitz. I want both of you here. Stop being so jealous and defensive- we're not even dating anymore! The words stung both of them.
Behind her, Sophie heard someone clearing their throat. Everyone in the room was looking at them. Barely resisting the urge to hide behind her hair and rid herself of all eyelashes, Sophie peeped "What?"
"You two done with your lover's quarrel?" Mr. Forkle asked, raising an eyebrow.
"It's not a lover's quarrel." Fitz snapped. "As Sophie just pointed out, we're not dating anymore."
"Ooh, you tell him, Sophie!" Marella cheered. She leaned over to whisper in Biana's ear. It sounded suspiciously like "Keephie forever!"
Sophie ignored her. "Anyway, yes, we're done talking. You were saying?"
"Well, I'm going to have to alert the Council of Fintan's escape. That's going to be fun. Then, Mr. Tam, can you ask Miss Glimmer to meet us soon? Say, two hours? Yes, let's all meet back here in two hours."
"Here?" Sophie whined. "But- the stairs. I don't think I'm physically able to do that again."
Mr. Forkle sighed and muttered "You kids." Louder, he added "Fine. Havenfield, then. Two hours. Please, in those two hours, do try and sort out the love triangle. It's getting really annoying when you bring it up during Black Swan meetings."
"Again, what love triangle?" Sophie asked forcefully. No one responded, but Fitz stared at her with those stupidly attractive teal eyes. She stared back. Linh's head whipped back and forth between them, like she expected them to start screaming at one another at any second.
"Um... should we head back down the stairs?"
For another few seconds, they continued staring- it felt like an eternity- until Fitz finally sighed and turned his head away.
Down the stairs was easier than up the stairs- which is to say, hard but possible. Once they reached the bottom, Sophie grabbed her home crystal. "See you guys soon!" she called. Before any of them could respond, she leaped away.
A few seconds later, she reappeared at Havenfield. After ringing the doorbell three times, she came to the conclusion that Grady and Edaline were in the back. With terribly aching legs, she half-ran, half-limped around the house.
"Hi Mom! Hi Dad!" she called once she reached the backyard.
"Hi sweetie!" Edaline replied. "Glad you're back! By the way, your father is also glad, he's just a little... busy right now." Both their heads turned to Grady, who was wrestling with the verminion AKA the Hamisterzilla of Doom.
Grady grunted and finally managed to force Hamsterzilla back into it's pen(?). Sophie breathed a sigh of relief- even after almost dying like 7938475893475 times and facing the Neverseen also too many times, she was still a bit scared of the verminion. It's not her fault! The stupid thing had always been out to get her!
"Hi Sophie!" Grady said. "How was the Black Swan meeting?"
Sophie groaned- for a second, she'd forgotten about the news. Trying to hide behind her hair, and demolishing her eyelashes, she said "Fintan escaped from his prison."
"Wait, Fintan?" Grady said incredulously. "Fintan Pyren?"
"How many Fintan's do you know?" Edaline asked him.
Grady ignored his wife. "As in, the crazy psychopathic pyrokinetic lunatic who's tried to kill you and your friends multiple times?"
"Uh... yeah. That one." Sophie said. Her dad really wasn't helping her already virtually nonexistent optimism.
A dangerous Angry Overprotective Father Look™ passed over Grady's face. "If he ever hurts you or your friends again..." he growled.
"You'll kill him. We know, Grady." Edaline interrupted. "Calm down. I'm sure the council- well, no, probably not the council, the Black Swan, maybe- will find him soon enough and put him back in prison where he belongs."
Grady grunted in agreement, but the Angry Overprotective Father Look™ remained on his face. Understandably- Sophie didn't exactly have the best track record for staying safe.
A metaphorical light bulb appeared over Edaline's head. "Well, why don't we worry about this later? For now, we can eat some mallowmelt!"
Both Grady and Sophie cheered up considerably at this. "Mallowmelt!" they both exclaimed in unison. Forgetting about Fintan, they rushed towards the house to eat their gooey slices of heaven.
Casually waxing poetic about mallowmelt. Lol. Hope you guys liked this chapter- I really like scenes with Grady and Edaline, even though they're hard to write. And I love making things really awkward for Sophie and EBWSATBJFWBMSLSNS!
Whoo for longest chapter! (I think)
AHHHHHHHHH "almost" forgot! Need your opinion on the most important part of the book...
WHAT COLOR SHOULD THEY DYE IGGY?!
I'll be opening up a poll at some point but first I'd like to get some suggestions for the options. So far I have red (whoo my favorite color!) and gold (lol Gryffindor Iggy) but please tell me if you have other ideas!
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