A Little Faith

Chapter 4

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My room was decorated with things I picked up all around school and on the shore of the beach. Just like mom I loved collecting lost things. Old music boxes, stretchy thingies, bouncy thingies, colorful rocks and crystals, beads and broken jewelry and even thingamabobs as Melody called them. Mom and I would sometimes sit together and fix things as mother-daughter bonding time. I admired how she could make a ladybug painter out of nothing but an empty bottle of perfume and a little bit of berry paint. Mom could literally make anything out of nothing and fix everything under the sun, even broken relationships. Dad on the other hand was extremely talented with pixie dust. He knew everything there is to know about it. I was taught how to use pixie dust for magic, how to let a single bag last for months and even how to mix it into food and drinks for more energy.

My parents thought me a lot of things, but not how to cope with a villain kid day in and day out. To say that Harry was a handful was an understatement. Even if I had four arms and hands I would still have them full. I was grateful that Fairy Godmother withdrew me from all my classes so I could tutor Harry, but I missed crafting and cooking and he really had a way to get on my nerves. The previous day he brought an empty lantern to class, which freaked the jingles right out of me. Every time I would turn away and look back at him, he had soundlessly moved the lantern closer to me. Yesterday's class was cut really short.

Harry dragged his feet into class like usual, slumping down on his chair and letting his head fall into his hands. It was a routine at this time and I didn't know if I liked it or if it annoyed me. I scanned him quickly to see if he brought the lantern again but didn't see it on him.

"Thank you for leaving the lantern today." I broke the awkward silence, "Now we will actually make some progress."

"My pleasure." He muttered sarcastically.

"Alright," I inhaled deeply to find courage, "Today we are going to learn how to share and to be unselfish. I would've told you to open your book on page 8, but I take it you left it in your dorm again."

He smirked and winked, "Bingo."

It's already been a week since they arrived here and Harry hasn't brought his books to any of our classes. I didn't mind though, I've been Fairy Godmother's apprentice for so long, I've memorized the whole book by heart and could make him write down only the necessary notes. However, when I handed him a pen, he only stared at it with a frown.

"Something wrong?" I asked when realizing he's not planning on writing anytime soon.

He sighed and threw his head backwards, "Great, this is going to be embarrassing. I... I don't know how to write."

My wings perked up in attention, "How could that be true? Surely you must have learned how to read and write back on the Isle?"

"I can read, glitter wings, I just can't write." He snapped, "Maybe a long time ago, but I forgot how. It's not necessary to know how to write when you're captaining a ship."

"A pirate should be able to draw maps anyway." I sat down next to him and grabbed his hand, "Plus, a person's brain doesn't forget that easily. Here, let me show you."

Without asking for permission, I shoved a pen in between his fingers and showed him how to hold it correctly. After that I placed my hand over his and helped him write down the entire alphabet and all the numbers. He was tense and stiff at first, but relaxed after a few minutes of practicing. His letters were crooked and a bit unrecognizable at first, but after an hour and a half he started writing neatly and I was surprised how beautiful his own handwriting was.

"And just so you know," I smiled as he finished another note, "It's not embarrassing at all. That's what I'm here for, to help."

Harry opened his mouth to say something, but closed it again, leaving me curios for a little bit. Pride, however, was raising up inside of me. I fixed something today, that being Harry's writing. It wasn't much actually, but I took joy in completed tasks.

"How many kids have you tutored before me?" he asked out of the blue.

"Well, to be honest, you are the first one."

He looked up at me, "How come? What about Mal and her group of friends?"

I shrugged, "Believe it or not, they were easy compared to you. No offence, though. Fairy Godmother was on top of things. Plus, I think Ben played a big role too, since he brought out the best in Mal."

"Then how do you know what to do? With the tutoring?"

"I like fixing things." Was all I could say.

Harry went back to writing down notes, but I noticed his free hand opening and closing every now and then. He was used to holding a hook in one hand at all times, I realized. I felt sorry for him. Just to think of how I would feel if my bag of pixie dust or my wings were taken away from me. Those were the things that made me who I am, a fairy who loved flying. The thing that made Harry who he was, the son of Captain Hook, was taken away from him. That's like not having an identity, and I bet it sucked. The wheels in my tinker-head started spinning. Pirates liked making deals, right? A favor for a favor in return? It was worth the shot.

"You miss your hook, don't you?"

He sighed but didn't look up, "Miss is an understatement, sparkles. I'm nothing without it."

"Well," my wings fluttered from excitement, "What if I told you that I can get you your hook back?"

He dropped the pen and met my eyes, probably trying to figure out if I was being serious or not, "Was that a joke?"

"Nope. I can get your hook back, I promise."

He stared at me blankly for another second before bursting out in laughter. It would've offended me, but I knew he wouldn't believe me at first. So I waited it out until he calmed down.

"You, the preppy, rule obeying, overflowing with goodness and innocent fairy, can get me my hook back?" he snorted, "My hook, which is under heavy lockdown and security in the heavy guarded museum in town? Yeah right and my dad is Peter Pan!"

I crossed my arms over my chest with a smirk of my own, "You know what you need, Harry? Faith, trust and pixie dust."

"Oh please! Next thing I know it that there's no such thing as fairie-"

Before he could finish that sentence I slammed my hand over his mouth, "Don't ever say that again! If you openly deny the existence of fairies, the one closest to you dies."

He was serious after that and I lifted my hand from his mouth, ignoring how soft his lips against my skin felt. An awkward silence filled the atmosphere. I was too rattled to speak after he almost caused the death of a fairy.

"What's the catch?" he broke the silence, "If you can get my hook back?"

"Nothing impossible." I answered, "A simple promise. If I get you your hook back, you have to promise me you'll do better in Goodness 101. I want to see A's on your tests. Do we have a deal?"

He shook my outstretched hand firmly, "Deal, glitter wings."

A\N* hey you awesome people! These are all the finished chapters I have for now. More are on their way so be on the lookout for new updates!! Love ya!!