#(lorcan.)

Sentado na beirada da cama do irmão gêmeo Lysander girava entre os dedos a carta dos pais que recebera no meio da tarde. Para outros receber algo de casa depois do café-da-manhã certamente acenderia o alerta de catástrofe, mas os gêmeos já estavam mais que acostumados aos horários poucos usuais de Luna e Rolf. ❛ ━ Juro que não entendo porquê eles não economizam pergaminho e só enviam sms para cada um de nós para checar como estão as coisas.❜ resmungou entregando a carta para o caçula assim que ele adentrou o dormitório. Naquele horário a maioria dos alunos já havia se direcionado para o jantar no salão principal, Lysander, no entanto, vinha evitando se manter por muito tempo nos ambientes coletivos. ❛ ━ Querem saber como está nossa readaptação.❜ um bufo contrariado lhe escapou. Uma grande merda era o que gostaria de responder, mas Luna já tinha o suficiente com o que lidar com a doença de Xenophilius. ❛ ━ Tu quer responder? Eu não tô no mood pra fingir que tô gostando não. Tu sabe que ela percebe. Inferno de mulher sensitiva!❜ e como ele era apegado demais a mãe sabia que nem mesmo por carta conseguiria enganá-la. ❛ ━ A propósito, tá fluindo pra ti? Porque eu tô só a criança mimada doido pra cair fora.❜ o que era decepcionante para quem tanto sentiu saudade de casa. 

Amelia overslept that morning, entering the Great Hall just as Lorcan’s fist slammed into the wood. She had tried to catch him, but he was too quick. She grabbed the nearest paper, scanning the contents. Oh no. Poor Lorcan. She sprung up from her seat, running out the Great Hall. She had to find him. Make sure that he wasn’t alone or that he hadn’t hurt himself or worse. She had already looked in all of the places that made sense - the classrooms, the dungeons, the library, the Hospital Wing, the music rooms - but he was no where to be found. Anxiety coursed through her veins as she searched the empty hallways, her beat of pounding heart interrupted by the bell that signaled final period. Oh. The school day was almost over. That would only give her a few more hours to search the grounds before night fell. 

“Lorcan?” She trudged through the frozen ground, bringing a palm up to shield her eyes from the wind. She spotted his figure up near a grove of trees and ran towards him. “I - I’m so sorry about what happened to your father, Lorcan.”

Amelia knew exactly where she would find Lorcan - the music rooms. She spotted him strumming his guitar, occasionally pausing to jot down something in a notebook. “Lorcan - Hi!” Amelia said as she slid over to a seat next to him, her voice a combination of elation and anxiety. “I have a favor to ask of you.” Wait a moment. Did she really want to do this? What if he said no? What if he laughed at her? What if he thought she was insane for even asking? “Wait. No. Nevermind. It’s - It’s stupid.” Amelia laughed nervously. “Forget I even asked!”