The Adopted One.

as she finally comes back to herself  ,  her mind had been focused on how real everything had felt back in mystic falls  —-  how she’d been able to visit her dad’s grave  .  a little thing that she missed doing  ,  it’s stuff you take for granted  .  or the fact that her house had been ALL rebuilt by her incredible husband  .  maybe part of her had been stumped at the thought of how she’d somehow gone to her home town and managed to remain unscathed and ALIVE  .  she gives a nod and a kind smile at the male  ,  grabbing the ketchup and passing it to him  .  “  sorry again  —-  ”  she’s letting a laugh leave her lips  ,  slightly embarrassed for her unintentional ignorance  ,  she’s taking a sip of her drink before hearing his question  .  “  thoughts or  —-  or the place that i’m still wondering whether it was real or not  ?  i was in mystic falls  .   how about you  ?  ” 

“Hey, I’m looking for a place to live if you know of someone looking for a roommate.” Spencer had always lived alone up until his death but now that he was having to make it on his own, he needed a job and a place to live. He was tired of roaming the streets at night. Not that he really needed a place to sleep, he was still a whitelighter after all, but it would be nice to be inside something other than a bar or diner. 

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jr straightened up in his seat at the man’s statement, looking him over once before cracking a small smile. “you some sidekick or something?” he paused and shook his head. “psychic -- not sidekick, though you have the figure for it.” roasting much? “i’ve been wanting to move out since tam and kat started vlogging.” he could only handle so much ‘hello sweeties, welcome to another segment of ...’. “whats your minimum?”

          “  woah.  ”  once  his  eyes  land  upon  an  unfamiliar  figure,  he’s  laughing,  arms  wide  ——  and,  yeah,  he’s  a  little  drunk.  “  don’t  SNITCH.  wasn’t  me.  ”  he  nods  towards  the  egged  car  (  it  belongs  to  his  father  ),  scratched  up  on  the  sides.  adan  is  aware  that  if  his  family  were  to  find  out  about  this,  he’d  surely  regret  it,  but  it’s  a  risk  he's  willing  to  take.  “  i’m  just  a  man  in  the  wrong  place  at  the  wrong  time.  ”

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the look of the whole situation definitely wasn’t in ‘innocent’ man’s favor, but a drunk man who laughed at the sight of the car was more interesting than an arrest. he wouldn’t be much of a fight anyways and where is the fun in that. he cocked his head with furrowed brows. “if it wasn’t you ... know what happened to that car?” his eyes searched around the car to find any weapon, before bringing his gaze back to the man. “come on, man, tell me what happened.” give me your best story, that was what he meant, shifting his weight to his left leg, his right tapping in patience.

jr didn’t want to consider it desperate. it wasn’t a word he liked using in his vocabulary, but when shit has been continuously hitting the fan, any man would be doing what he was doing. -- no, that would be a lie cause no sensible person (and a cop at that) would break into the family manor to steal the book of shadows. “no way in hell we really have no way to get out of sf.” he said to himself, heading up the stairs to the attic. there has to be some sort of plothole ... hell, he’d cut off his own arm (you can grow that back, right?) to get the hell out. he stopped in his tracks a few seconds later with a thought. “wait -- is it here or with wynut?”

there was a lot of confusion clouding the doppelgangers mind  ,  especially about what had happened  —-  had she died  ?  had she really gone to mystic falls  ?  or was it just some crazy dream  ?  she didn’t know what to make of any of it   ,  but rattling around at home had just made elena more anxious  ,  and so she’d headed out  —-  stopping at a cafe and ordering herself some food  .  it’s as she’s starting to eat the burger  ,  that she looks up  ,  recognising that someone was going to speak  .  “  sorry  —-  i was miles away  ,  i’m BEYOND hungry  !  what was it you were going to say  ?  ”

           “SO, WANNA PLAY SCRABBLE?”

jr laughed. it was all he could really do at the man’s question. he knew he wasn’t in san francisco anymore, but even he couldn’t be bothered anymore by what was happening. charmed luck, of course. “sure.” he half shrugged. “do y’all got different rules here?”

          “ dark magic, ” he replies, matter-of-factly. obviously, he’s aware of the stigma around this topic. but it’s still a class. and he still needs a textbook for it. “ if it were illegal, would i really be asking you about it in the middle of the magic school hallway? ” there’s a purse of slight amusement to his lips as he speaks. not only because it’s meant to be slightly joking, but because it’s, well, also true. he’s worked underground his whole life. “ it’s not illegal, but i’m pretty sure it’s just …  hard to get to. ”

“oh.” he nearly cringed at the face he knew he pulled at his reaction to the kid’s textbook. the school taught dark magic? maybe i should really consider enrolling into the school. he shook the thought out of his head a second later with a smirk creeping its way onto his mouth. this kid had a mouth -- nice. “magic school and regular school are two different things.” he said pointedly. “also i’m pretty sure this school isn’t dictated by american laws.” they were -- or probably, he never really looked into it. “where have your classmates gotten this book? why not get it from the stores they get them from?” he half heartedly asked, his own head wandering to possible places to get a dark magic textbook.

“good to know i could steal the fun so easily.” it was one of the best things she was good at, apparently. though, peyton never had much care for it. instead dwelling on all else. “yeah but i haven’t seen you in forever so i figured you must be occupied with something.” she teased of him. 

jr didn’t stop the chuckle, even if he wanted to. he coughed into his hand a second later ‘cause he couldn’t let his cousin know that she said something funny. naw, she couldn’t. “you’ve done it so effortlessly since we were kids, cous. don’t know why you had realised it just now.” he contemplated on sticking his tongue out at her, but he opted to wrinkling his nose. he cocked his head at her banter and smirked. “is this your way of asking if i had gotten some?” she probably didn’t, but the joy of playing with her was too much for him to not attempt. “’cause i’m not budging ... unless you heard something.” he took a step close to her.

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         “ i don’t suppose you’d know where i could find a very particular textbook for a very particular class? ” it’s not like they sell magic school books on ebay. and, sure, he doesn’t really know the guy  —  but he knows he’s seen him around the headmaster once or twice. it’s something.

jr looked back. it was almost comedic when he proceeded to look around for a few more seconds, despite it only being them two within a ten foot radius. “you’re -- me?” he pointed at himself with a raised brow. “a ... a textbook?” he chuckled. “maybe not, what class is this for?” he looked the other over. a student? “it’s not illegal or anything, is it?”

“thanks for the help.” peyton said with a roll of her eyes. “just stand there and make fun of me why don’t you?” she let out a sigh before pushing herself off the ground. “where have you been henry?”

the corner of jr’s lips twitched for a brief second, looking from the spot that his cousin had fell in to where she stood now. he exaggerated a shrug and smirked. “making fun of you with your permission makes it no fun.” he teased. “i’ve been here -- like many of the people stuck in here. what kind of question was that?” he narrowed his eyes. “did something happen?”

           was it wrong to hope like she was? HOPE that her mother had come back somehow? AUNT PIPER HAD, she reminded herself. anything was possible. and yet… “mom?” she called out, looking around and then finally to the sky. “please, please come back.” and then a step forward, and then a trip down. “owe!” of all the–  

the sound of a fall pulled jr’s attention away from his phone; not his cousin’s plead with the gods (or god? was he still supposed to be christian?), but the fall. following the sound of the fall, he raised a brow at the sight and chuckled. “having fun down there, cous?”

    “DO YOU KNOW WHERE I CAN ADOPT A YETI?”

jr perked at the mention of a yeti, straightening himself up. “yeti? i can do ice shit and i’m tall. i’m basically a yeti.”

        well, yeah. he kinda wanted to change some things about his appearance ( maybe this way his family won’t hate him & people will stop attacking him for no reason ). he wanted to just try with eye color or something. but, INSTEAD, he ended up with a whole ass makeover. after hours and hours of trying, he just gives up. he has no clue how to change back. or maybe he just lost his mind. “ where’s the nearest bar? ” he asks the closest person. in defeat.

jr glanced at the man next to him, smirking at his question. what the odds that the man asked about a bar a few minutes after the thought went through his mind. he chuckled and looked the man over. “looks like you’ve had a long day. next bar is a block away, was planning on heading there myself, fam.”

              “oh i’m sorry, we can’t LEAVE?” a frown coursed deep on his face. “it— it reflects what you throw at it? and you can’t go through— WHAT?” 

jr took a glance off to the side for a second, dumbfounded by the man’s questions. “uh -- yeah? i mean ... yes, yes, and ... it’s some sort of forcefield or something. we just can’t leave. sucks, right?”

  While chaos did reign, this city wasn’t bad at all. Although perhaps the Demon spoke from the perspective of a man who had been raised on the very outskirts of society; cities like this would always seem MAGNIFICENT. “You’d think my being here a little while would finally have made this whole place boring..-” he chuckled. “I suppose most things are better than the wards of the Hospital.”

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jr had to take a second to look around; the man’s words were too casual for him to believe it was directed to him. he offered a small smile a second later, refraining from looking the man over just yet. “yeah, no. you guys see some ... interesting things.” he gave him a single nod. “assuming you’re some -- god-like doctor or whatevers?” 

“Come on, jr, you know I’d do it for my favorite nephew.” She told him with a wink as she sat back down with a glass of water for him. 

His response gave her pause. She wasn’t expecting him to be so blunt about calling her out. Was it rude? Perhaps a little but wasn’t she also being rude by lying?

“I’d rather not talk about it and honestly, honey, I don’t think you’d wanna hear about it.” She told him, reaching across the table to squeeze his hand. “It’s not rude, sweetie…it’s just complicated.” Piper sighed heavily taking her hand back. 

“Angels didn’t have anything to do with it, jr.” She chuckled but she knew exactly what had happened.  She’d made a deal with a powerful demon: Leo would become a whitelighter when he died again if she would go to hell and be tortured. She had chosen her fate and it certainly wasn’t Leo’s fault. 

jr sniggered, a blush rushing itself to his cheeks. “favorite nephew. stoooooop.” he smiled. “thank you aunt p.” never mind the fact that he was her only nephew within the warren bloodline. he stopped midway through his fourth? fifth cookie at the second pause within the minute. his gaze stayed glued to his aunt for a second, pulling away as she answered. yooo stop with the cop eyes. “it sounds like heaven wasn’t great.” if it was heaven. no. there is no way in hell she’d be in ... hell. she’s a charmed one.

he took a long sip of his water and half shrugged at the thought. “do you want to anyways? i heard they’re turds.” he chuckled at the use of the word. he never said that word in front of her. “i’m only half kidding. well -- fuck aunt p. fuck i’m cussing, sorry. why hasn’t anyone thrown you a welcome back party if you’re like -- undead.”

Something Paige had done since her children were all babies was link them, at least to the point of being able to s e n s e them. Whenever they were hurt, in trouble, needed her, or maybe the world needed saving from any of them? She had a feeling about it and knew. The thing was? She was never sure which feeling it was until she was there so the whitelighter-witch orbed, she knew it was Henry and s o m e t h i n g was going on. In a swirl of whiteish blue lights she appeared behind a dumpster, watching from a far and she scoffed softly to herself before moving out of her spot. “Henry Mitchell, you put him down this i n s t a n t.” His magic was not necessary for this act, while she would commend him on helping someone who had been mugged? This was not the way.