clairvoyant meetings | jegulus

09

Wilhelm folds his clothes, and puts them in his trunk. He looks to Regulus, and finds him fixing his hair in front of a mirror. "You're not going to get your stuff ready, Regulus?"

He shakes his head, sitting on one of the beds. "I already did that."

"When did you even get the time?" Barty said, annoyed because he was packing last minute.

He rolled his eyes. "We did have plenty of free time, you three are just lazy."

"Whatever." Barty grumbled, shoving his belongings inside the trunk.

~

They walked inside the train, the large groups separating so the compartments fit.

Barty sat down with a grunt, throwing his leg over Evan's. He only groans in return, and kicks his leg off.

"Hey, Reg?"

Regulus looks up to Pandora. "Yes?"

"I think.." Her eyebrows slightly furrowed. "I think sybill dreamt of you."

"What? Trelawney?"

"Yeah, I was shocked too."

"What was it about?" Barty asks, brushing his hair away from his face.

"I'm not sure. Her dreams aren't clear, they're just mashed up metaphors, but sometimes they're really grotesque."

"What did she see?" Regulus tilted his head.

"Flowers."

A look of confusion found his face. "Flowers?"

"Yeah, flowers. I'll have to ask Xeno what they mean, though."

"What exactly did she dream of? Like everything." Evan asks.

"Narcissus flowers, something about a greek myth, and a lot of pomegranates. She just woke up with Regulus on her tongue."

"I think I know the relation between the flowers and the myth."

"What?"

Regulus played with his fingers. "A majestic man, called Narcissus. Everyone proposed to him, women, men, everyone. He turned them all down, treating everyone that loved him horribly." He sighed, looking out of the window, watching the moving scenery. "The gods thought that he didn't deserve the love he was receiving, so he was cursed to never be able to have anything he loves. One time, he was sitting by a lake," Something shifted in Pandora's eyes when he mentioned the lak. "he took a glance of his reflection on the water. He fell in love with himself, only wanted to be with himself and no one else, but due to his curse, he knew even if it was possible, he knew his desire would never be fulfilled, so he sat by the lake, watching his unreachable desire, until he died. When his body melted, Narcissus flowers bloomed beside the lake. The myth says that he's spreading his narcissism around the world through his flowers, as a sort of revenge against the gods."

Pandora looks at him with wide, wondering eyes. "That's a beautiful myth."

Barty scoffs mockingly. "That guy seems crazy."

"You're saying, Barty?" Evan rolled his eyes. "I do think you'd fit him, Regulus."

He shrugged, his long neck moving with him. "Perhaps."