Dipper spent the next twenty hours after his lunch with Will in a daze.
At least, that's what it would look like to anyone on the outside, they would see glazed eyes, lethargic movements, and slow barely existing reactions to everything happening around him.
But in reality, it's because his mind was in overdrive.
He was too busy thinking about everything he learned about the Populi Veritatis, granted it was the basics and there was bound to be so much more to learn about their history and culture and more, but it was still more than he and Ford had been able to figure out in years.
He was thinking about how those people had so much more history than just Gravity Falls original inhabitants and all his new questions that he didn't know to ask before.
Where did they come from? Where had they been before they went to Gravity Falls? Were they nomadic because they followed magic and other mystic anomalies? What was the prophecy that made them leave? Was it the prophecy about Weirdmaggedon? (He had a strong feeling that it was.)Where did they go? (Well, technically he already asked most of those questions, but now they have new meaning to him.) Why did Modoc leave his people? Other than Will, did they still exist? Did they all have magic, or just Will's bloodline?
And magic brought on a whole plethora of different questions for Dipper to mull over.
What did Will mean that Dipper had magic? Sure, he could cast the occasional spell like every other person was capable of, but that was because the power of the words, or drawn from the power of the Falls' weirdness, not rom him, right? Maybe Will was mistaken? Dipper didn't think so, but then what? He could become an actual mage? Was he really was as powerful as Will said? If so, it that why his attempts at magic always went haywire? Because of too much untamed power? Would Will really teach him to control that power?
Did that mean spending more time with Will? Would Will lose patience with him he he couldn't learn? Would Will continue to flirt with him the whole time? And why didn't he flirt back with that waitress at the diner? Was he just not interested in women in general? Did he just flirt with guys? Or did he actually like Dipper?
Okay, maybe his mind was occupied with more than his research and his usual thirst for knowledge.
The brunette glared down at his unopened journal. He had intended to put the new information on the Gravity Falls natives into it but was once again consumed by his thoughts as soon as he sat down.
His glare was interrupted by a chirping noise from his phone, indicating a new text message.
(541)129-1212: Miss me yet Sapling?
Dipper blinked in confusion for a moment before they widened in realization.
Dipper: Will?
(541)129-1212: Who else QT?
The brunette grinned with a small blush on his cheeks and quickly added the hot blond to his contacts.
Will: When r u free 2 learn magic?
D: Weekends
W: Only weekends? Magic isn't a 2 out of 7 days hobby u kno
D: I figured as much
D: I'm also free most evenings, the MS closes at 4, sometimes earlier if there aren't many customers. Or Stan get tired of people
W: Cool, that works
W: I still hav things I need to set up tho... So r u free on thursday?
D: Sure, in the afternoon. You're really going to teach me magic?
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Dipper Pine's Prophecy
FanfictionDipper Pines didn't think that this summer would be any different than every other summer since he was twelve. He would return to Gravity Falls, spend quality time with friends and his Grunkles, Mabel would obsess over her ideal of summer romances...