"I swear, if I'm dying tonight because of you, I'm gonna haunt your ass so hard, Harrington!"
"Oh yeah?"
"Yeah! I'm gonna go full Poltergeist and shit!"
"Then bring it, Graveswood."
"Challenge accepted."
***
In which after years of suppressing their...
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Chapter Eighty-Nine: Sweet Seventeen
(pre-Suzie, Do You Copy?, Pt. 8)
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Rowan's birthday arrived hot and sweltering.
The dark-haired girl groaned as her eyes slowly opened, face fixed in a grimace as she felt her sheets sticking to her body, and the side of her face plastered to her pillow. Her Mötley Crue shirt was stuck to her skin, and Rowan knew it would be agony peeling off her sheets and shirt from her sweat-slicked body. Heat permeated her room, the desktop fan doing little to cut through the heat. They couldn't afford an air conditioner, so suffering from heat was an instant guarantee in summer.
Rowan groaned again as, slowly, she sat up and pulled her sheets away. Instantly a burst of relieving coolness came, but it was quickly snatched away when the heat came back full force.
"Fuck," she moaned, dragging a hand over her face. "I fucking hate summer."
A creak came and Rowan didn't get the chance to see who opened her door before Alistair was pouncing on her in a crushing hug, wearing a devilish grin. On his shoulder, Hugin cawed, looking as miserable as Rowan felt in the heat.
"Fuck, squirt, are you trying to break my ribs?" Rowan muttered.
She felt more than saw her brother's eye-roll as he still kept hugging her in a python-grip.
"Happy birthday, Rowan!" he yelled.
"Doesn't feel like it," Rowan retorted as she smacked her brother's back. "Now get off me or I'll zap you."
Finally, her brother let go, giving her a look. "Geez, you're miserable today."
"It's summer. I'm always miserable in summer," Rowan deadpanned. "My birthday is no exception."
"Well it has to be," Alistair retorted, right as Aunt Aco yelled, "KIDS! BREAKFAST IS READY!"
"Coming!" they yelled in unison.
Alistair turned back to Rowan, a devilish grin on his face and Rowan's eyes widened.
"Oh no you don't," she said lowly, but Alistair was already scrambling off the bed and shouting, "SAVE ROWAN'S PANCAKES FOR ME AUNT ACO!"
"ABSOLUTELY NO FUCKING WAY YOU'RE HAVING MY PANCAKES!" Rowan hollered as she made to run after her brother, before remembering her powers. Smirking, she teleported, landing in her chair right as Alistair ran to his.
Her brother's face fell and he glared at her. "You cheated."
"You never said powers were off the table," Rowan retorted, smiling at Aunt Aco. "Thanks, Aunt Aco."
"No problem kid," her aunt said, giving Alistair a sharp look as he muttered something under his breath as he sat down. Just like in her room, the main space of the trailer was sweltering with heat, but Rowan didn't care as she set to work on her birthday pancakes as Aunt Aco put on a Joan Jett And The Blackhearts record and sat down with her own breakfast, eating together in silence broken only by Joan Jett's voice.
