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I AM, I AM, I AM!
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( Their lips foretold the future, their eyes hissed the past. Death by the haunting of a present day. )
( got rid of casting because i don't want an actor to portray something they're not )
—CIRCE'S BIRTHDAY MARKED THE second of September, albeit it needn't matter because Praesidium never celebrated, and thus she learnt to blank the day. However at Hogwarts, it proved to be different. With Regulus' days away, Mulciber, Snape and a few other selected sacreds conjured up a party — an expected gesture, apparently. The school year was mid-way through October now, causing the temperature to drop, an anticipation of halloween to build, and the tension between Circe and Regulus to reach its peak.
The pair hadn't spoken much, to Regulus' confusion. He was a fool, blinded by a veil of transparency, because it was clear his relationship with Circe was more than platonic. Yet it seemed his mind hadn't wrapped around this realisation just yet, and therefore, he looked at Circe's distance with disconcert.
Whilst they drifted, the Einar began to pour her time into Xena, spending late evenings smoking and talking with the girl. Trivial chatter that lead to moments of drowsiness. They both were concealing secrets, but those were unimportant to the friendship, and so no digging was needed — both understanding the simple concept of privacy.
Of course Circe had accidentally stumbled into Xena's business a few days prior to Regulus' birthday; having caught a wave of rumours that circled around the Lowes. It left the assassin with knowledge she didn't care for, but because she felt Xena was owed the truth, she let it slip from her mouth, entering the atmosphere with darkness. The gossip was suppressed before it could grow, and in Circe's hands it was left safe.
It proved highly unfair, but it made sense why Xena was so desolated: a secluded figure of great importance. Biologically born a male, the girl suffered prejudice and restrictions from the first breath she drew. Albeit her family paid money for procedures and operations, and whilst in the muggle world transgender people struggled, wizards and witches had it significantly better. At fifteen, she'd accumulated most of the factors that deemed her a female — only left with the psychological damage of her mental state and the cruel opinions of others. Only.
