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There’s a beat of silence at the end of his words. Silence that can only be described as being so thick that you could cut it with a knife. “What?” There’s a frown on her face and she takes a step towards him. “But, you just got back. You can’t just expect me to stay way from you, Binx.” She pauses, takes a seat where the rest of the things were placed. “My dad died.” The words come out easily, fingers absentmindedly stroking the stuffed black cat. “That’s when all of this happened. There’s not only bad things inside the book. I made him better, I fixed him.” She can’t help being defensive, drawing her bag in closer towards her body. “He’s not bad anymore. Well, there are some bits and pieces still in there. But, it’s not like that.” She glances at him after a moment, brows furrowed slightly. “There has to be another way. I can't say goodbye to you again.”

“I kind of do magic now.” It all comes out in a rush, a panic even. She takes a moment, before continuing on. “Maybe there’s something about this in the book...” Or maybe that was the problem. Maybe the book being in her possession was the risk of bringing the sisters back. But, if that were the case why would they bring Thackery back once more? “Before you ask, no. I didn’t open the book. It just showed up in my bed one day. I tried to give it back to Allison, but it didn’t do much good. So, one day it just opened up and I started poking my nose around and... yeah.”

Oh, how happy she felt. Filled to the brim with warmth. But, a bigger part of her was worried. If he was back, the witches were at fault here. Or... She swallowed hard, taking another step back from him as she picked up the bag she had since dropped on the ground.·“I have to tell you something, but..” She’s nervous, chews anxiously on the inside of her cheek.·“You have to promise me you won’t panic... and you have to understand that just because I do these kinds of things now, that it doesn’t mean anything bad.”

Come home with me Who are you? The man who's gonna marry you I'm Orpheus Is he always like this? Yes I'm Eurydice Your name is like a melody A singer, is that what you are? I also play the lyre... Oh, a liar, AND a player too! I've met too many men like you Oh, no I'm not like that He's not like any man you've met

She’s uneasy, too afraid to truly believe that it was him. If it were actually him, this complicated things. Why was he back? Who had brought him back? He shouldn’t be here. Living. Alive. Tongue slithers out to wet plush lips that suddenly feel too dry and her grip hasn’t loosened just yet. “I am very much real. You’d think you would realize an old friend by now.” She can’t help the slight smile that crosses her lips, gentle breeze shifting strawberry curls. She carefully steps around him for a moment, setting everything in her arms down, before suddenly wrapping her arms around him in a tight hug. A moment passes and she releases him with a sheepish grin. “Sorry. I just had to make sure you were real. What are you doing here?” She takes a step back, tucks a curl behind her ear. “I mean, you’re not supposed to be here, are you?”

An adult now, Dani was much older and some would say mature even. But, that didn’t take away the fact that she had work to do. College homework could wait, for now, though procrastination still lingered. Fresh flowers and a much larger stuffed animal black cat were carefully collected into her arms as she made her way towards the cemetery. Every couple of weeks, she would come here to make sure Binx’s grave was tidy and kept clean. The same with Emily’s and their parents as well. Anything to keep their spirits alive and to ensure they were taken care of, even in the afterlife. Closing the door to the car behind her with her foot, she carried everything with her towards Thackery’s grave. What she wasn’t aware of, was that she was in for one heck of a surprise. As she approached Thackery’s grave, she had glanced up towards the male who stood there. Eyes blinking momentarily as she kept a tight grip on the things in her arms. “... You’re not supposed to be here.” Her voice is quiet, though it threatens to betray her. Fear striking her to the core. “I mean, you’re not translucent... How...” A pause. “... Thackery?”