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previously on monachopsis
you have a friendship breakup with snape and the year ends! you make up with your friends in your hometown and various people write to you including: marybell marcia ( dorm mate ), dorcas meadowes ( dorm mate & friend ), evan rosier ( friend??? ), sirius black ( the friend of your somewhat bully???? ) and stuff. cut to the end of summer!
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When the end of summer approaches, and it's nearly time for you to go, you are almost surprised to see the neighbourhood kids standing among each other in a circle, waiting for you to leave the house. Like vultures, but what they want isn't your blood; it's a promise. They wait unmoving, with their clammy hands clenched into fists, and sugary grins stretched to their ears.
They want you to write to them. They want you to write to them, to not forget them again, to practice music still, and to etch the essence of themselves into your brain. They want you to remember them. It's such– a mundane request, but then, a little girl of age nine comes up, intervenes white lilies at the end of your little braid, and smiles. "We'll miss you, Lily Jean." ( "Had a taste of stardom yet, Squirt?"– but a crash and a wire takes it all away– )
That alone makes you swallow up your unwillingness, and you don't fight it when they all move up to your side to put their flowers into your hair. It's messy, filled with clashing colours, and akin to a bird's nest, but you don't find it in yourself to even be annoyed. Nibbles the Nutmuncher certainly gets the memo as well and hops right onto the top of your head before Miranda can get to him.
You can't get yourself to be mad at him, either.
One of the boys laughs when he gives him peeled almonds. "Take care of her, won't you, little warrior?" Nibbles squeaks at the nickname, flinging his little arms to scratch at the boy's fingers. It doesn't do any good, considering he gets enamoured by the almonds a few beats later.
"You're spoiling him, Kyle James." You frown, and then sigh, "he's a tiny coward, if anything. He never even leaves my dorm."
Nibbles doesn't react. That's fine, because the last time he heard you call him any variation of 'coward', you found yourself miraculously cowered in squirrel litter. The boy, Kyle James, however, squeezes your shoulder warmly. It's sweet. ( It's suffocating. ) "Do good, Lily Jean."
A snort cuts through the atmosphere like glass shards. The girl who speaks next is the one who entwined radiant red poppies into your hair, and she has a mean smile on her face that you've come to expect from her. "Yeah, Eerie Evans! Don't forget us peasants here when you fuck off to that posh school of yours, alright?"
