𝐈𝐍 𝐖𝐇𝐈𝐂𝐇 there were three sisters, stardust and silence, all under the same shifting sky.
𝜗𝜚 ࣪˖ ִ𐙚 The world changes; the storm stirs. They will find the truth-or be consumed by it.
james potter x fem!oc
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chapter one a blessing in disguise
The grounds of Bridgemont home for orphaned girls lay resident to three sisters. It was a bright June afternoon in 1969, and the Everleigh sisters bloomed under the pale, gentle warmth that spilt over the unkempt garden - which weren't greatly beautiful with flowers blooming and butterflies fluttering about each watercolour petal - however, the girls could not complain.
To the world outside Bridgemont, the Everleigh sisters were just three forgotten girls, stamped with the same marks society gave all orphans: abandoned, troublesome, and seemingly unworthy. They were cast off, buried in society's drawer of unwanted things. But when Shauna Everleigh, the eldest of the three, was summoned to the head caretaker's office, she returned with a silence that rippled through them. The sisters' universe shifted in a single afternoon. Shauna was leaving—leaving for a place far from their mundane world.
Lenora, the youngest at only nine, took the news hardest of all. She remembered how her breath caught as Shauna walked toward her, a solemn weight in her gaze. She had sprung up, the handful of grass and withered daisies that Tatum, the middle sister, had carefully piled onto her arm scattered, swept up in a gust that carried the moment away.
Why must Shauna leave? Why couldn't they all leave together? The three of them had always been as one, bound in ways that ran deeper than blood or time. Shauna had always been their anchor, the one who soothed the storms in their hearts, who made the Home feel like something resembling a family. How could she go?
Shauna knelt, struggling for words. She told them, as best she could, that they were unlike the other girls here. There was a place—a school—waiting for them, a place where their differences would finally make sense. "They said you'll come soon too," she murmured, a trembling smile softening her face. "You just have to wait a little longer, yeah?"
But Lenora clung to her, sobbing into her sister's shirt, trying to hold onto something solid in a world that felt like it was slipping through her fingers.
Tatum, standing silently beside them, kept her emotions close, darkened by something fiercer than grief. Anger simmered in her veins—anger at the strangers taking her sister away, and anger, too, at Shauna herself for leaving them alone in a place that felt colder without her.
"Please, please don't go." Lenora's voice broke, each word a cry. The eldest girl held her tightly, stroking her honey-blonde hair as if memorising its softness.
"Shh, my love. It's only for a little while," She whispered. "And I'll be back for Christmas! Time will fly by, I promise."
Shauna looked to Tatum, who still hadn't spoken and kept a hard expression on her face, her hands in balls by her sides as she struggled to keep the tears in.
