Camilo came on with an uncharacteristically serious expression on his face. He was upset over all of the pressure that he and his family had to go through, thanks to Abuela Alma. He would be just as involved as Mirabel to reverse as much of the damage. The trauma was slowly lessening little by little, but it wouldn't completely fade.
We love your gleam
And the way that you beam
When you're writing the telenovelas of our dreams
Bruno beamed. He was so happy that they were so invested in his stories. That was one of the things that he wanted to be remembered by his love for family and his stories.
Regulus could only imagine what telenovelas were and he was nowhere near the desire to ask what they were.
Sprawled across dozens of reams
Were they that long? The pianist was incredulous. Who is that prolific? Also, were they all connected? Meanwhile, the seer could only smile.
They make us laugh, cry, and scream
"Sometimes all at once," Cinderella interjected. From the balcony above, someone did just that.
When you read, your voice is like cream
"Thank you," the South American said in slight surprise. It was deep and raspy, not smooth. He thought that he sounded a bit creepy.
The European scoffed. He had a smooth voice.
We think that we'd make a great team
Your natural magic makes you fantastically more than you seem
A warm smile made his dark green eyes glow. He couldn't express how much those words meant to him. They were beautiful.
Grey eyes brightened subtly. Ariel met his eyes. "Your skills on the piano are magical and you look like you just came out of a glittering castle in a storybook!"
"R-Really?" the Russian asked. Belle made eye contact next and nodded vigorously in agreement. Anna grinned widely. Regulus allowed himself to shed a few tears.
We will go the extreme
To help you with your literary themes
And be part of your unique schemes
"I'm glad to have you all," the Soothsayer said kindly. "More angles and perspectives will make them better for sure!" Camilo finished with a flourish and a grin.
But then, all of the lights in the room turned off. A deep voice drawled out in a spooky tone, "Camilo Madrigal…" Crazier still, it was pronounced in a perfect Spanish accent. The teen spun around to come face-to-face with a tall man in billowing green robes with his silver eyes alight with magic and his shoulder-length curls streaming behind him. The shape-shifter screamed.
"¡¿Quién eres tú?!" Camilo exclaimed. The figure started chasing him, and due to his current size, caught him and began tickling him mercilessly.
The scream of shock was turned into screams of laughter. They wrestled on the ground for a while until they both needed to catch their breaths. When they could, they stood up. Then the lights came back on and the magic stopped swirling and dissipated.
"Me llamo Sirio," he introduced himself with a smile. Camilo glanced at the pianist. They looked similar enough to plant the seed of suspicion. With his gaze back on Sirius, Camilo couldn't help the heavy feeling that even when Sirius was laughing, there was a hauntedness in his eyes like so many of his own family members. He gave Bruno and Regulus a Four-Leaf Clover each.