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"𝕀 do think you guys might be right about Rowan," Xavier admitted, his voice a mix of hesitation and realization.
Wednesday narrowed his eyes, suspicious of Xavier's sudden change in attitude. "Why the sudden change of heart?" he asked, his tone sharp.
Xavier sighed, running a hand through his wet hair. "I texted him again today. I suggested we meet up during spring break, maybe go snowboarding like we did the year before." He paused as if trying to make sense of his own words. "He replied right away, said he wouldn't be able to make it."
Wednesday's expression hardened, his mind quickly piecing things together. "Only you never went snowboarding last year," he said, the weight of his realization hanging between them.
Xavier nodded, looking troubled. "Yeah. Part of me didn't want to think something was wrong. I thought maybe he was just being... weird, you know? But now, I'm not so sure."
"The cover-up is always worse than the crime," Wednesday muttered under his breath, his eyes dark with suspicion.
Xavier glanced at him, then at Lilith, who stood quietly by Wednesday's side. The rain continued to fall around them, but Xavier's voice cut through the sound. "Now I need you to be honest with me. Why'd you two really come out to the old meeting house in the first place?"
Lilith, her face still damp with rain, exchanged a look with Wednesday before speaking. "We were trying to learn more about Crackstone," she said firmly.
"Yeah, and you were trying to use your psychic abilities, right?" Xavier guessed, eyeing both of them. Wednesday and Lilith glanced at each other in surprise, both raising an eyebrow. "What makes you think I have any?" Wednesday asked, his voice flat.
"Lucky guess. When did they start?"
Wednesday looked at him, suspicious, but decided to answer. "About a year ago. When they happen, it feels like I'm touching live wire. I usually enjoy that sensation."
Lilith, standing beside him, leaned closer and deadpanned, "You would." She crossed her arms, pretending to shudder, "Live wire? I think I'll stick with coffee for a jolt of energy, thanks."
Xavier smirked but kept his focus on Wednesday. "Yeah, but you can't control it, and that freaks you out. My dad's a psychic," he said, almost casually.
Lilith's eyes lit up, her grin mischievous. "Psychic dad? Do you guys, like, host family séances? Spill tea with ghosts?" She gestured dramatically, "That would make for some wild Thanksgiving dinners."
