I Don't Want To Be Here

“Oh but if life were really a fairy tale and that easy.” She sighed wistfully with a smile. “We both know that if I were to do that, the outcome might not be that happy. Thawing their hearts on the other hand, I suppose. If it goes wrong, can I send them in your direction?” Jamie teased and crossed her arms over her chest with a raised brow. “So Walt, do you make it habit of watching Disney films often?” 

Justin couldn’t help but grin at the teasing. He mirrored her movement and crossed his arms across his chest. “Well, as an American I feel like it’s my duty to make watching Disney films part of my personality traits. Though there isn’t anything wrong with a good disney film. Are you... judging me?” He asked, pretending to be offended at the very thought of it.

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Justin was clearly stuck here for the foreseeable future, which meant he probably should start looking for somewhere a little more permanent to live. He couldn’t live in the B&B for the rest of his life and he was sure there was somewhere he could buy in one of the neighbourhoods. He also needed to think about getting a job. 

These were the thoughts running through his head as he stepped out of the B&B and collided with a petite yet solid frame, sending them sprawling back in the snow. It all happened so fast that he wasn’t sure how to react at first but then he jumping to action, apologising profusely for what he had done whilst leaning down to help them up. It was only when they were stood up and she was brushing the snow off of herself that he realised who it was. “Well damn, I can’t believe I just knocked Anna to the ground. Does that make me the villain now?”

“Well, no. I mean you’re right it is fairly obvious but normally I just get insulted or just general rudeness.” Her shoulders lifted in a shrug having gotten so used to how adults would react in comparison to children. Unless of course the adults were with said children and thankfully went along with the act. A laugh fell from her lips as all forms of defensiveness eased from her posture and her shoulders dropped relaxed. “That would just be awful, I could never be without my Olaf.”

“You’ve got all the snow in the world now, just throw snowballs at anyone that insults you. Or channel your inner Anna and thaw their hearts I suppose.” Justin felt himself relax as he watched her relaxed, glad that the beginning of their conversation had been a big misunderstanding. “I’m sure you have plenty of kids here who would offer to replace him in a heartbeat.” 

“Wait, you know who I am? I mean– who I’m supposed to be?” Jamie’s eyes widened in shock. Of all things, that had been the last thing she had expected to hear and wasn’t a reaction that she had received before. “Hey, I’m polite!” She argued with furrowed brows, finally realising what he said.

“Is it meant to be a mystery?” He asked, a grin forming on his face when she objected to his statement. He leaned up against the nearby post and looked her over. “I don’t really get how people could think you’re anyone other than Anna, even the snowmen are contemplating melting for you,” he finally decided, his grin growing that little bit brighter.

Arthur looked a the other confused.” Well… I haven’t seen any witches or anyone practicing magic  but…” He stopped thinking it over for a moment.” If you wan’t to find someone new to town I guess the inn would be your best bet, right? Unless she has someone in town she could stay with.”

“Hmm... that’s a good idea.” He hadn’t realised that the town had a bnb. It almost seemed to old school and small to welcome outsiders but maybe that was just him being an idiot - it was most definitely him being an idiot. “Don’t suppose you could point me in that direction?”

Justin had no idea what was going on when he woke up that morning but the gaggle of people wandering towards the old square had piqued his interests and he was quickly getting dressed and making his way out of the b&b. He still hadn’t managed to convince Rowan to go home which meant that he was stuck in Aramore for the foreseeable future because staying in the snow was less painful then going home without his sister and having to deal with the wrath of their mother.

Once he got to the Town Hall, he let himself linger at the back of the crowd, eyes scanning the people around him as he waited for some sort of clue about what was going on. Names were being read out and people were wandering off in pairs and he was still just as lost as he had been when he had first saw everyone moving towards the Hall that morning. Except then his name was being read out along with the name Theodore McMorgan. Who the hell was Theodore McMorgan? Justin hung around after everyone started to move away and hoped that this Theodore would find him on his own. He still had no idea what was going on but all of a sudden there was a kid stood in front of him and that was that. “I take it you’re Theo?”

Her day had started off like most other days usually did - she’d woken up, gone to the shop and worked the day, and she was just on her way home, deliberating what fun she would get up to that evening, when she heard someone calling out to her. She turned, spotting the man waving a hand and distinctly noting that this guy was not from around here. In fact, he sounded American. What was an American doing in Aramore? “Hi, can I help?” She asked, walking up to the man. Part of her almost wanted to laugh at his question, and she was about to point out that very funny, but he was the only American in Aramore when he explained further. “No, sorry,” she apologised. “I don’t think I’ve seen her.” 

Justin was thankful that she wasn’t saying a lot because if she said more than those few words he would have been completely lost. Her accent was thick and it almost completely went over his head but he managed to catch on pretty quickly. Her answer, in the end, brought disappointment. “God damn it,” he grumbled, “What about anyone new in town? She’d have only been here like a week?”

Arthur stared at the other for a moment.” I-I’m sorry did you say witch stuff? Like… from the movies.” He’d only been in Aramore  for a few months so his knowing of the history of the town was very little.” I think I’m a bit lost.”

"Yeah witch stuff. Mother Nairna and all that jazz,” he did a little gesture with his hands before rolling his eyes and dropping them back to his side. “My sister, she’s a little cooky, a bit weird, and clearly American. She ran off and I’ve been sent to find her to make sure she’s not... well... being an idiot and to take her home.”

Arthur raised an eyebrow when he heard the other call out, Art was hopping to get home and just get cozy for the rest of the day but it seemed his plans would have to wait.” An American?” He repeated before shaking his head.” No, I haven’t but I usually don’t pay attention to people walking around.” He hummed.” I take it that you are looking for someone?”

“Yeah my sister,” he mumbled, slipping his phone into his back pocket as he finally took in the person that he had stopped. He paused for a moment, trying to think of the best way to phrase his question without sounding like a complete ass. “Uh... if you were a bit weird and believed in all this witch stuff where would you go?”