Greendale

Aunties Know Best

She knows.

The way her face fled with concern as she asked me a silly question, she was asking something deeper than what meets the eye. How is this possible? The council has never failed at fully erasing the minds of humans. Why was Lydia Clayton so special enough to remember? She was special, I'm not so sure of witch special, but something has always shined in her.

"Aunties, Sabrina I need to have a word!" I yelled as I hurried through the front door of our home.
"Why the yelling?" Sabrina wiped her eyes as she slowly made her way down the stairs.
"Ambrose, you know 6pm is my time for the satan" Zelda said sternly as she made her way from her quarters.
"Hello dearie, how was the book shop doing today" Hilda smiled as she made her way out of the kitchen.

I had no time to small talk. My brain flooded with concern, so much that I wish I could silence them all. If only I had my powers.

"I think Lydia knows" I stared at them in a panicked matter.
"Don't be silly Ambrose, the council never misses a drop of resemblance when erasing" Zelda chuckled.
"Yeah I sat with her at school today, she seemed fine to me" Sabrina shrugged.
"You're wrong. She asked me if I knew who the girl in red is, at the shop today. She knows."
"She could've been talking about anything" Sabrina rolled her eyes.
"BUT SHE WASN'T! This would've never happened if you had just quietly vowed like the rest of us!" My chest grew heavier.

They weren't understanding. "Why would Lydia ask ME, who the girl is. She seemed to have recalled an experience as I had lead up to her. She was recalling THE experience." I let out my last huff.

"You are overreacting because you fell for a human! Don't project your anger onto me! I didn't choose for you to love her!" Sabrina spat.

"ENOUGH!" Zelda had raised her voice, the first time in a century.
"I will figure this out once and for all." She then grabbed her coat and strutted out the front door.

I sat down in the foyer. I hope she wouldn't recall the evening, this will ruin her. The council will come. This will ruin my image as the mysterious boy next door. She will hate me.