Aberration | ᵀʰᵉ ᴼʳⁱᵍⁱⁿᵃˡˢ/ᵀʷⁱˡⁱᵍʰᵗ ᶜʳᵒˢˢᵒᵛᵉʳ ⁽ᴱˡⁱʲᵃʰ ᴹⁱᵏᵉᵃˡˢᵒⁿ⁾ [4]

𝙲𝚑𝚊𝚙𝚝𝚎𝚛 𝙵𝚒𝚟𝚎; 𝙿𝚕𝚊𝚢

𝙿𝚕𝚊𝚢

    Movies were an escape to reality itself as were many other things like books, poetry, plants. All it needed was meaning behind a cracked door for someone.

    Suggestions upon suggestions laid out neatly besides each other of different types of movies. One from the horror section, another fantasy and one in Disney. Thirteen genres. Thirteen movies all laid out.

    Sports, Western, and Musicals were voted out by the kids. Hayley sat crisscrossed watching as she called out the names of each movie counting hands of how many people didn't want to watch it. Slowly but surely Romance, Mystery, along with Comedy all placed to the land of the loosing. Until all was left was the Fantasy, Harry Potter.

    A groan left Salem's lips, "Why do you always pick Harry Potter?" He looks at the three girls.

    Hope smirks, grabbing her mint chocolate chip ice cream, leaning into the comfortable couch. "I like the plot."

    "And by plot you mean Harry Potter," Soren signed to his cousin.

    Hope only let out a stifled giggle, shaking her head wide eyed at Soren. "Absolutely not!"

    Rosalice came back with bowls of popcorn. Three to be exact. One for the boys who ate an entire bowl together. And the girls including Hayley with two. Plopping herself onto the couch as Hayley popped in the Blu Ray DVD.

    Beginning the movie.

    The same events from the movie played out perfectly as what they all had come to remember. It went as far as one of them saying a line right as soon as the actor said it. Watching her own children taking in their looks sprawled out on the ground below huddled together. Rosalice couldn't help but think of her family and the Mikaelson, one Gryffindor and another Slytherin. Both not fighting the other from an appalling dark side.

    Thinking it in more depth, the Cullens, the family she was born into, was always brave and ready to face adventure and did all in their nature to save the people they love. Yet were extremely reckless with arrogance of their own.

    Whilst the Mikealsons were ambitious with their goals that it drove them to completion, their cunning slithering words of a serpent's tongue, always coming and gaining resources that were simply placed into their laps.

    Now if she were to have picked each child to be in a house separated by one another, Rosalice just knew who applied in each of the four houses. Sierra was in Gryffindor for being similar to the Weasley twins along with her bravery of stepping out of her own comfort zone. Inside of Ravenclaw was none other than Sage for the simple unflinching ability to always strive for perfection and gain the knowledge of the past—reading historical books and daring herself to learn another forgotten language. Hufflepuff instantly belonged to Soren, his hopeful eyes that were once in the same eyes as his mother around his age. Slytherin would automatically fall to none other than Salem, not that he didn't fit anything in Slytherin, he did. Rosalice just knew that he would fall into his father's role of carrying the world's weight on his shoulders and doing nothing to stop it.

    That much worried Rosalice a bit.

[Time Skip]

    Echoes of laughter that matched with the winds of music caught Rosalice off guard as she continued to listen closely to those sounds. To the sounds she recognized but could not place, Sage, and she was using her gift. The ability to manipulate her voice, her scent, her entire body even to match or hide behind someone or something. Masking it. Able to camouflage herself within the reality of the betweens.

    It's what made her able to hide better than her own mother for Rosalice had a scent that carried whilst Sage could blend it with her own brother's or what was presented that day like the smell of petrichor. And Sage always used it to her advantage when playing the game of hide n seek. But what she also used it with was to taunt those seeking her. Her laughter flying and echoing through the bands of winds.

    All of her children possessed a gift like everyone had come to guess. One gift for each of them. Salem was able to manipulate gravity lifting something with his very mind. One thought and it would happen. But when angered his greatest gift was too a curse. Sierra had a physical manifestation of her grandmother's gift, a physical shield. Blocking anything trying to physically hurt her. And for Soren the night walker and cold one amplifying his compulsion, the art of persuasion with a simple demand. It's what made him grow in fear of merely speaking, afraid to persuade, to compel someone without meaning to.

    Rosalice followed the heavy scent of the afternoon air. Three out of her four children found staying by Hayley and Hope's side.

    "I'm gonna find you Sage," Rosalice said confidently knowing her daughter well.

    Sage sat within the bed of bushes careful enough to not scratch herself, not daring to make another sound that would alert her presence to her mother. Matching her breathing with the pittering light rain. Mumbling her heart with an animal just a couple of yards away. Her scent the matching of the forest around.

    Through the opening of slits in the bushes she watched carefully as her mother's legs walked past her. Her voice loud and clear, "Sage come out, come out wherever you are!" Her voice marked a sing-song tone.

    Once out of sight, Sage couldn't help but smirk preparing herself for victory once again.

    Only arms wrapped around her. A shriek leaving her lips as she was gently pulled out of the bushes. "Gotcha!" Rosalice chirps, her lips quirking into a smirk.

    Sage looked at her mom, her lip falling from a smirk into an agape opening. "How?" She questioned, settling her feet onto the ground. "You couldn't have possibly found me."

    Rosalice dusts dirt off of her daughter's clothes and face. "You are an amazing young woman. But masking your scent with the forest instead of the berries here was definitely not the right move."

    Frowning, Sage takes that into consideration to note more of her surroundings, to note each and different smell and stench it had to offer no matter how foul it was. Wanting to master her gift more and more with each passing of days.

    Grasping her mother's hand the two slowly walked together back to where everyone was. A question coming to Sage's mind. Rosalice reading out of pure habit, I wonder what he is like? How he looks?

    "Who are you curious about?" Rosalice asks.

    Sage looks up at her mother with conflicting eyes, before speaking the truth, "My dad." Rosalice slightly stiffened but relaxed quickly. "You say he's a good man but he left without saying a goodbye."

    "He did say his goodbyes, Sage." Rosalice informs her. "But you were too young to remember."

    "Why hasn't he come back yet?"

    "Because he's trying to fix something with your aunts and uncles." Rosalice says, half truthing. "But I promise we're gonna bring them back to you, your brothers and sister, to Hope. You'll see your family again."

    "You promise?"

    "I promise—"

    "You're not saying it right!"

   Choked up laughter left Rosalice's lips, as she nods along, repeating the words of her husband, of the father of her children, of her mate, "I give you my word, little Cheshire."