Hacy Facebook Status: It's Complicated

Hacy Facebook Status: It's Complicated

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Relationship Status: [Ignore Request]

It all began with Abigael and the Susans.

"We could use a fourth," Harry heard Abigael purr, as Macy's palpable rage grew, an atmosphere of tension permeating the ornately-decorated bedroom.

Hours later, he heard a chime from his Facebook app on the new phone that Maggie had convinced him to purchase in case the typical magical modes of communication failed.

He clicked on the silhouetted icon. "Relationship request" it read. From "Abigael Jameson-Caine." Harry frowned. What on earth was this? he thought to himself. In a separate Facebook message, he read the words:

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Harry Darling,

I and the Two Susans respectfully request relationship confirmation: "Abigael, Susan 1, Susan 2, and Harry are in an open relationship."

Do be a dear and confirm? ~A

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Harry looked around the Vera Manor kitchen table to ensure none of the Vera sisters were peeking over his shoulder, and hurriedly clicked "Ignore." A random thought popped into his brain at that particular moment—of the two Susans, which was Susan 1, and which was Susan 2? Did they ever bicker amongst themselves? Surely there must be a hierarchy of some sort—

"Harry?" startled, he whirled around and came face-to-face with a bleary-eyed Maggie. "What're you doing? It's kind of late to be up."

"Nothing," Harry answered, tucking his phone in his pocket. "Nothing at all."

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Relationship Status: [Single]

He had just come from the graveyard, a week or so after having borne witness to Macy's ex-lover sacrificing himself to save all of Hilltowne, killing himself in the process. His dapper white pinstriped suit, his sky-blue shirt, and appropriately-matching olive tie was an implicit homage to the beauty of Springtime, and waiting there, by the trees, he had felt his brain melt clean away as he gazed at his beautiful charge, her corkscrew curls forming a veritable halo around her beautiful melanin visage, her lips crimson in the maquillage she donned for the occasion, though he silently believed she would have gone without and he would have still thought her the most stunning woman on earth. I think I love you, he thought, forgetting for half a millisecond that his Macy, the Charmed One before him, was fully capable of reading his thoughts. Oh my.

His years in the war gave him a heightened sense of perception, and he knew the moment Macy gave a sudden start that the odd prickling within his brain wasn't just his overactive imagination at play. Bollocks.

"Do you want to talk about what I heard?" Macy had offered. A consolation prize for his embarrassment, more like, he thought. He couldn't let this clumsy moment of his define the rest of their working relationship.

"Let's just pretend it never happened," he replied firmly, and Macy, darling Macy, took her cues from him accordingly. He offered Macy his arm, and to his relief, Macy took it as they walked through the verdant garden.

Once they had reached Vera Manor, he logged onto his Facebook account, reflecting on their earlier conversation. Macy had offered frank discussion rather than disgust at his innermost thoughts, all of which were written plain as day. Perhaps, if he classified himself as "Single" on his Facebook status, she would take notice?