Summary: I like Casita and how it 'learns' things... mostly happy - just a little bit of crack angst. Random ficlets will be showing up all month. There's a Tumblr event going on #EncantoberDay 8 prompt: Casita

What's in a name?

Being a magical house, Casita was aware of the girl child sitting on its roof leaning precariously against the tower. It had not learned her name yet but this was the one La Candela said was so wondrous. The one Bruno asked him to watch over in his absence. Having been tasked with keeping her safe, but safe from what? Surely not her family? Alma would never hurt one so small.

The little one was holding a small stick that she was gently tapping on its roof tiles. She was humming a song as she did this, which actually tickled, Casita giggled. This came out as a quick clatter of its tiles and the little one smiled and she did it again. After several rounds of this the house decided even though it did not make a whole lot of sense, it was determined to do as it was asked. For when this child was sad, the ache that had been growing in its walls and foundation grew just a little worse.

"There you are," a voice said. It was Isabela, her…sister.

"Hi Isa."

Isabela came over and sat next to the small one and said, "How long you been up here?"

"Just a little bit."

"You need to come in, Mamá is getting really worried."

"I can't, I don't belong in the house."

"Why is that?"

"Because I'm not special enough to be a Magical Madrigal. I'm just Mirabel."

Casita realized that it had not learned the name of this small one because she did not have a door for it to remember her with. This was going to harder than it thought.

Mirabel…Mirabel… Mirabel…Mirabel… Mirabel…Mirabel the house intoned as it clapped a few of its tiles over and over again.

"You, see?" Isa asked, "Casita knows your name. Didja hear it? Casita just said your name."

Mirabel…Mirabel… Mirabel…Mirabel… Mirabel…Mirabel

Mirabel smiled as she pushed up her glasses and tickled the tiles with her stick. "Wow, I didn't even think Casita could see me!" she shouted and jumped to her feet.

Mirabel…Mirabel… Mirabel…Mirabel… Mirabel…Mirabel

"Gah! Hermanita, you trying to fall off the roof?"

"Sorry, Isa."

"Ready to come in now?"

"Okay," Mirabel said as she wrapped her little arms around her sister's neck, "Can we fly?"

Isa paused and looked down at her pretty pink dress, smoothing the wrinkles she made sitting the way she was. Her expression changed to one of consternation and she said with a slight grin, "Yes, yes we can."

Mirabel…Mirabel… Mirabel…Mirabel… Mirabel…Mirabel

And they did.