There was something off about their walk to school, it was like painted glass, perfect yet slightly blurred. Not in a literal sense, more a figurative sense, like there was something Homura was missing, something not quite right.
It felt like there was something disconnected from the image before her and the one in her head. In a way, it almost felt like this was as much a memory as the ones in her head.
"Yo, transfer student, you alright in there? You getting called back to your home planet?" Homura smiled at the slight teasing from Sayaka and ducked her head.
"It's nothing I just-" she frowned trying to put her feelings into words "Do… do you ever get the feeling we've done this before?"
Sayaka and Madoka blinked.
"What do you mean Homura? Like dejavu?"
"Yes." Homura couldn't help but beam, of course Madoka would understand her. "But it's also like a dejavu that I'm... remembering wrong?"
"Wow transfer student! Faulty dejavu is certainly one for the books!"
"Sayaka! Don't be mean." Madoka chided, though clearly unable to hide the small smile forming.
"Jeez, Madoka, just cause I insulted your reincarnated lover doesn't mean-" but again she was interrupted.
"Sayaka! SHHHHH!" She attempted to muffle Sayaka's words and their disagreement quickly devolved into Sayaka running for her life from an agitated pinkette. Homura couldn't help but smile, her previous thoughts almost forgotten.
We're missing somebody.
Almost.