Sophie 2.0 - Keefe x Reader

A Nice Snack is R̶u̶i̶n̶e̶d̶ Made Better

"It sure would be nice to just snap my fingers and conjure stuff up here like Edaline," Sophie said, setting a tray of pastries and sweets on her carpet—which had actual flowers growing out of it. You plopped down across from each other, tray between you. She must have read your confused thoughts, as she explained, "Edaline is my mom. She's a Conjurer, which means she can snap her fingers and—poof!—move things around just like that."

It took you a second, but then you remembered reading about that ability in your packet of info.

"All this is probably blowing your mind, huh?"

You nodded.

"Yeah, it blew mine, too. You'll see once I transfer my life memories to you. But you kinda get used to it after a while." She picked up a pastry that looked like a marshmallow and handed it to you. "Custard burst. Try it! It's one of my favorites."

"So—wait—when you said you still needed to transfer your life memories to me. . . ." You took a bite of the custard burst and all cohesive thought left your mind. All you could focus on was how indescribably good it was.

Sophie laughed. "That was about my reaction, too. But yes, I do still have to transfer my life to your mind. All I did last time were the languages, star charts, and other school information. That's why you didn't automatically know what custard bursts or Conjurers were, or who Edaline is."

"Ok . . . but why didn't you do it all at once?"

Sophie bit into a round pastry and had to take a second to chew. "Putting too many foreign memories into your head at once—especially when they misalign with your own memories along the same timeline—can be damaging, especially to a human mind. I figured we should do it in stages instead, let your mind get accustomed to everything bit by bit."

You nodded slowly. "Ok then."

Sophie finished her snack and dusted off her fingers. "I have some get-to-know-you games—"

"Foster, only you would think get-to-know-you games are fun." Sophie looked over my shoulder with a panicked expression and I turned to see a boy about our age in the doorway. His blond hair was tousled in a purposeful, perfect way, and his ice-blue eyes flashed with mischief.

"Who's this?" Keefe asked, fanning the air in front of him and making a face. You briefly worried that you smelled or something, but then he continued: "Her emotions are as strong as yours, geez! I thought having one Foster in the room was overwhelming; I never—" Sophie interrupted him by shoving a pastry in his mouth and him out the door. Or, at least, she tried to push him. He didn't move more than an inch.

Sophie stepped back, arms akimbo. "Keefe, seriously! You weren't supposed to even know about her yet!"

"Well that seems a little rude," Keefe said, stepping towards you. "What if she and I were gonna be best friends, hm? Bet you never thought of . . . that. . . ." he trailed off, facing you with his hand half-raised to shake. "She's a human."

Sophie huffed in frustration. "Great. Now the whole plan is ruined."

"Plan?" Keefe asked, still frozen. You couldn't move either, not with his icy eyes boring into yours.

"Yeah. She was part of our plan to root out the mole."

"In the Black Swan? I didn't know we had a plan for that."

"Exactly. No one was supposed to know."

Keefe straightened up. "You can search my memories. Do a full sweep. I'm not the mole." His eyes finally left yours.

Sophie softened a little bit. "I didn't think you were, but now whoever it is can steal it out of your mind."

"So have it washed."