𝖛𝖎𝖔𝖑𝖊𝖙 𝖍𝖔𝖚𝖗 .

alice cullen, anna klein, eve, ezra jackson, frankie stein, ginny weasley, james potter, karliah, marlene mckinnon, nolan graham, padmé amidala, pepper potts, peter parker, prince adam, rey skywalker, rochelle goyle, rose granger-weasley, sansa stark, scarah screams, stanley uris, steve rogers, uma, and wesley becker

did stan keep his window unlocked every night just in case that familiar bespectacled face to pop up over the window sill? yes. would he ever tell anyone? absolutely not. he’d been doing it since he was young. that was always how richie got in. on those nights when they were both supposed to be fast asleep. and stan would stay up much too late, stifling yawns as though not to offend richie. because he loved having him around. when the face popped up tonight, the glasses were gone. the teeth were straighter. but it was still richie. an eye roll  — habitual at this point when it came to his best friend, quickly followed by a sigh. sliding off his own reading glasses, he put down his book. “ no, richie. no one’s home. ”

marlene should be thankful. she was alive. she had her dearest friends back with her. but something just felt...off. it didn’t help she was thrown back into a time and place so unknown to her. unable to really begin to function the way she should. nights were long, filled with too many bottles and not enough sleep. she’d been upside down on the sofa, head dangling as she listened to the numbing droll of the evening news on the television when the knock came. she nearly tumbled backwards into the coffee table, but she was quickly on her feet and pulling open the door. her eyes widened in surprise, and she looked behind her, as though there was someone else there named marlene that he’d come to see. “ regulus...hi. um, yeah. sure. come on in. ” she stepped to the side so he could enter. “ make yourself at home. ”

the sketchbook lay open in steve’s lap, the tops of trees faint against the crisp paper. his head had fallen back against the top of the bench, eyes closed in an attempt to block out the millions of thoughts that were intruding into his brain. when he heard the voice, his head snapped up as he met carol’s eyes. “ not at all. i’d welcome the company, ” he replied with a smile, carefully closing the sketchbook and setting it aside on the ground. “ i was off in my head for a minute there. ”

while he appreciated the slower pace that ivywood offered him and was thankful a handful of his friends had shown up, there was one face that steve rogers found himself looking for more than he’d care to admit. his schedule was never consistent, and there were long spans where he was left with his thoughts. some of the other guys had gone out for an early dinner, but he’d hung back. something was nagging at him. telling him he outta stay put. it was when he heard that voice that he knew he made the right decision. steve stood up, a little too quickly, but he didn’t move forward. blue hues were intensely watching for any signs of recognition from the other. he’d played this game one too many times before. knew the signs. the casual greeting. the question as though he were just some other average joe. dammit. “ uh yeah. ” the words came out  — instinctively. shaking his head, he smiled to himself, completely taken aback by his rotten luck  — once again. “ you...you don’t remember me, do you? ”

wes: sorry i didn't get to really talk to you much at the ball.

stan: what if...what if...you know

ezra: but i wouldn’t want to forget that anyways.

tendrils of red hair were falling from her ponytail as she made another pass through the party room. if only she could use magic. then maybe she wouldn’t be so overwhelmed with the constant requests from a group of eight-year-old muggle children and their equally demanding parents. she’d just taken out more napkins and paper plates when she noticed someone loitering by the front door. she signaled to them she’d be just a second as she set down the items and hurried over, grateful to be away from the deafening laughter and screams even if briefly. “ hey, sorry about that. things are a little chaotic at the moment. are you here for the birthday party? ” she asked, pushing the stray hairs behind her ear.

when alice had woken that morning, she’d been relieved to see a sky muddled with heavy, dark clouds. the past two days had been intolerably sunny, and she’d had to email her professors stating she wouldn’t be in class due to migraine. which wasn’t entirely a lie. ever since the news of the she’d been getting them more frequently since the realization that they were all trapped here. it was as if that invisible border was blocking her visions more often than not. her frustration was lessened a bit by the preferable change in weather. her economics textbook lay open in her lap, and though her head was down, she was only skimming the pages. it was all stuff she’d studied countless years and years before. besides, she’d already seen that she would pass the test. her dark, spiky head lifted with a friendly smile as someone approached the bench. “ hi. did you want to sit? i can make room. ”

bubbles felt overwhelmed. normally she would have loved a fancy ball, but without blossom and buttercup by her side, she just felt increasingly lonely. especially as the hour became later and later. she’d already eaten one plate of snacks and was reaching for another plate to fill when she realized she was being spoken to.  “ i’d be having a much better time if my sisters were here, ”  she replied with a small frown.  “ at least the snacks are yummy. have you tried the cupcakes? ”

over the past week, images had been randomly popping into uma's head. an island. some fancy schmancy school. faces of people she'd encountered here in ivywood. not to mention her necklace felt heavier around her neck, weighing her down with some invisible force. though a name didn't come to mind, uma recognized his face. he was one of the faces in those images. his knowledge of her name only solidified her suspicion that she was suffering from some sort of amnesia.  “ i’m working on that. ”   a sigh slipped from her lips.  “ but clearly you know me, so that’s a start. you’re from there, aren’t you? the place i keep seeing in my head. ”

rose had spent the majority of the evening sitting. she wasn’t the greatest dancer, and any type of party wasn’t really her scene. she’d much rather be back at her apartment, snuggled up on the couch with a book. but at least she had her family here, so it made the night more tolerable. eyes widened as she saw the wand.  “ fred, what are you planning on doing with that? ”

all her senses felt enhanced. the music sounded lounder; the colors brighter. sabrina was on cloud nine. as she saw jason approaching, she subtly smoothed out the bodice of her red dress. he looked so handsome that immediately a rush of heat was sent straight to her cheeks. at his question, her eyebrows rose in surprise, but her smile was enthusiastic as ever.  “ i’d love to, ”  she responded, placing her hand gently into his.

swirling the champagne in his glass, steve rogers stood against the wall, the corners of his mouth upturned as he watched everyone dance. he’d always been fond of dancing, but at the moment, he had decided to simply observe. and anyways, the music wasn’t exactly what he was used to. he wasn’t even sure he knew how to dance to it.  “ you think if i requested some ella fitzgerald, it would cause an uproar? ”