𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘨𝘰𝘰𝘥 𝘧𝘰𝘭𝘬 𝘢𝘳𝘦 𝘸𝘢𝘵𝘤𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘨; 𝘦𝘷𝘢𝘯 𝘳𝘰𝘴𝘪𝘦𝘳

the baobhan sith and the lighthouse

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Orange bled into the blue-black sky of the early morning, and Camden opened the front door as slowly as she could, hoping that its squeaking hinges wouldn't wake her family.

Bear greeted her as she closed the door behind her. He  knew better than to bark, but he nudged his snout into her hand, desperate for her affection after a night without her. Camden knelt down before him, smiling slightly and scratching behind his ears. "Missed  me, did you Bear?" she said, hushed, placing a kiss on the tip of his nose.

"Can't believe you can still find people willing to sleep with you after you snog your dog like that."

Camden rolled her eyes. Lachlan was drying his hands with a dish rag as he leaned against the kitchen doorway, and Camden knew that she was absolutely going to owe him for picking up the dishes this morning. She groaned, pushing up off her knees to stand. "Piss off, virgin."

Lachlan chuckled. Their mother must've been still sleeping. It was early enough in the morning-she never rose before the sun was set in the sky. He threw the rag at Camden's face. "Have fun with your venereal diseases."

"Have fun dying alone 'cause you can't find a boyfriend," Camden shot back, balling up the rag and whipping it back in Lachlan's face. But she grinned and almost completely forgot about the girl she left crying half-dressed in her bed just a few minutes before.

"Ma's still sleeping," Lachlan confirmed, tossing the rag behind his shoulder without looking. It landed perfectly in the sink. "Don't think she noticed you were out last night. Actually, don't think she noticed much of anything. She was a bit heavy on the elderflower wine I brought her."

Sighing, Camden pushed her way past her brother to get into the kitchen. Her stomach was growling, and she would kill for a bit of toast. If her mother was drinking wine the night before, she might have well past sunrise before she woke up again. "Cheers to that, then," she grumbled.  "She still giving you a hard time?" 

As Camden sliced into an almost completely stale loaf of  bread, Lachlan jumped up on the countertop across from her. He had recently wrapped up his stint at his magic school after seven long  years. Their father wanted him to go to university, study in Glasgow or Edinburgh like he always wanted to, but never could. Their mother wanted him in the job force right away, working for their wizarding ministry or something like that. It was actually something Camden was quite grateful for, because the more arguments the three of them had over  whatever was best for Lachlan, the less attention was paid to her.

"Yeah, but I'll be getting out of the house for a few weeks, so it'll be your turn again soon," Lachlan replied, reaching over a snagging the jagged, crumbly end of bread Camden had sliced off. She ignored him and  continued slicing. He always took the ends. She never wanted them.

Camden scoffed at him, plopping her uneven slice of bread into the toaster. "A few weeks?" she questioned. Lachlan didn't have traveling-for-a-few-weeks money. Lachlan didn't have any money.

He nodded in confirmation. "Going on a trip with one of my mates from school."

"And  where exactly are you going?" Camden frowned. She doubted their mother had heard about this. Or maybe she had, and that's why she was so keen on the wine Lachlan brought her.

Lachlan just grinned at her with a mouthful of half-chewed food. "It's a secret."

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Every few minutes, the room at the inn is flooded with a bright, yellow  light. The lighthouse that sits just a few miles down, on the edge of a  jutted cliffside, was hardly noticeable during the day. Not in the fog.  But now, as Camden lays on top of the bed, Bear by her side and Evan on  the floor, it begs to be noticed. The lighthouse is there, bright and  unrelenting and illuminating.