#bdrpcelia

@amoderngorgon​

Tom was glad that when he had texted Celia thanking her for the cookies and she’d actually replied. He’d half thought he might’ve scared her off after the party, considering she’d left early and it clearly hadn’t been her thing. But, she texted him back and he’d invited her out again on his next day off. 

So, here he was at the stables, waiting for her to show up. He was excited to go for a ride. Him and Phil had gone out once or twice since they’d come to town, but it was different than Tom was used to, which was riding every day, several times a day--exercising many of the horses on the farm. 

He had brought some sugar cubes in his pocket and he was posted up outside Samson’s stall, feeding him a few and giving him a few pats, saying ‘ello to him. When he heard footsteps coming down the barn aisle he turned and smiled at Celia. “Hello!” he called, making Samson snort at him. Tom gave the stallion a solid pat on his silver neck. “You look lovely. How’re you?” 

@amoderngorgon, @artemis-iokheaira

It was Belle’s pregnancy that had reminded Belle of Artemis. 

She had sat, researching for Celia, as she had been doing the past few weeks (and making little progress, to her great frustration), when she had suddenly remembered the strange person who had claimed such dangerous (and useful) powers. Artemis had left them with her phone number when they had turned down her offer, so Belle still had it, and was glad to find that she was still in town.

Now, Belle had a solution. It was imperfect, but, perhaps: better than a sorcerer. 

Belle trusted Artemis in that way of hers that had to do more with instinct than logic, but if her own mother’s heart (ever protective of Opal), had trusted Artemis at her most vulnerable, she certainly trusted her now. She had consulted with Hades, wondering his opinion on it, before she called upon the nymph. 

It had been a relief when Artemis had readily agreed. Now, the two sit at the kitchen table, Opal in a highchair, watching this stranger intensely, chewing on strawberries. Artemis watched Opal just as intensely in return, which might make Belle uneasy, but she found it rather funny. 

When the doorbell rung, Shuck barked and bounded forth, Belle quickly on his heels, leaving Opal with Artemis. 

“Hullo, Celia. Thank you for coming,” she told the woman as she opened the door and stepped back. Shuck stepped back too, though he sniffed at Celia’s shoes as she crossed over the threshold. Belle smiled reassuringly at the woman, whom she had texted a day or so ago saying that she may have a possible solution. 

“Would you like tea? I’ve just put the kettle on,” Belle asked as she led her way into the kitchen.

@amoderngorgon

It was band practice day. These days, that meant little to Attina. When the girls had all been younger, after school activities were something that Attina oversaw. It was the reason she’d gotten her license, even though she hated driving. by the time Ariel had hit an age where she had extracurriculars, well, the other girls had been around more to take care of her. This wasn’t to say that Attina was completely remiss on her duties. After all, she was the one who had dropped all her extracurriculars to make sure everyone else got where they needed to be on time (and grief, never forget that.)

It just wasn’t normal for Attina to be wandering the halls, waiting for Ariel to be done so she could take her home. But, well, the Tritons were truly like fish at heart. When someone was threatened, they grouped together, so tight it was hard to tell them apart--safety in numbers and all that. 

So, here she was.

Wandering the halls and reliving her own teenage years. Sure, she could’ve gone off after she’d dropped Ariel off, but she’d seen Simba in his classroom (which was hilarious for several reasons) and then she’d been distracted popping her head into other classrooms. Mrs. de Spell was still in the very same place. Terra was a teacher now, which was weird. 

And--

“Oh! Hi Celia!” Attina said when she poked her head into her old science classroom (her favourite class when she’d been in school, besides band.) 

@celiagorgon

Eric had found himself in Pride University. 

He had already been at his apartment, had unpacked his things, weren’t far too many things so it hardly took him that much time and had given himself a small tour of the town. 

That had taken longer, but that was to be expected in a magical town. The streets always changed, appeared different after you went to walk on them a second time around. Eric has had a few experiences of this already from previous magical towns he has inhabited. 

But those were always near the ocean. 

He always settled into coastal regions where he was right next to the sea. This was different now, and Eric was simply trying to go along with it all. And so, he was at Pride U where he will be working, bigger than most other Universities he has taught in, but coastal campuses were normally smaller. 

Eric wanted to get a feel for the place, just like he had the town. It was something he always did first when moving to somewhere new, scour his surroundings. His eyes fell over a woman who was sitting on one of the benches outside. Realizing that help will allow him to reach his destination faster, Eric approached the woman offering a gentle smile.

@celiagorgon

The pneumonia hadn’t healed yet. 

At this point, Ellie has had this same strand of pneumonia for a while, in fact, this was the second time she was in the hospital for it. It simply wasn’t going away and she had been faithful in taking her previously prescribed antibiotics. 

It still hadn’t left and now she was in a hospital bed with a nasal cannula on providing oxygen and an IV hooked up to her arm filling her up with some form of fluid. The doctors were outside trying to figure out what course of action would be needed to get rid of the infection that was terrorizing her lungs, leaving the redhead alone in the room.

That was okay though, Ellie was terribly exhausted.  She felt like a ton of bricks was sitting right over her chest. It was hard to breathe, her head was swimming, she was pale, sweating, and her eyes felt far too heavy to hold open. 

Everything felt so hard. And then she really hadn’t told anyone that she was hospital. Not Stan, not Lymantria no one really knew save Celia and that was only because they had been texting and Ellie was far too tired to think of a lie as to where she was. 

Right, so, here was how classes had gone for Celia and Maru, ever since Maru had found Celia that night in the woods:

Celia would get up, take her stance, and Maru would mutter the curse under his breath, do his best to not get caught doing the wand movements. Mostly, it just looked like he was practicing, which made sense, because he wasn’t the most brilliant wizard in the world. It had all been sliding so far. He didn’t always hit the spell right on target, but as long as it looked like Celia cast it--things were going swimmingly. 

They were working on the Impediment Jinx now, outside on the field during Defense Against the Dark Arts. Professor Foley was having things rocket towards them and it was their job to slow them down. The students were lined up in a row, Maru just behind Celia. Leaning forwards, he whispered in her ear.

“It’s alright, I’ve got you. I’ve been practicing.” 

@celiagorgon

Ellie had decided in taking a bit of a personal tour around PrideU. She had done the deed and enrolled to officially become an undergrad all over again, this time majoring in Magizoology. Since placing her flat up to get a roommate, the ginger was able to move money around to afford heading back to school.

On that aspect things were great!

The only aspect, however, that had been a hinderance for Ellie was that she had to go around hunting professors to well... ask for accommodations. Due to her cancer and the fatigue that often struck with it she knew that sometimes she simply would not be able to make it to class. Having to discuss that and put her whole disease out on the table it felt so personal for Ellie.

She wasn’t exactly excited for that part, but she knew she could push through. If anything, Ellie was good at pushing through, she could do this. Besides, she wanted this experience. She wanted to learn all that could about this brand new world of animals and her last college experience had ended so abruptly because of her untimely diagnoses. She wanted a second chance.

Her tour took her to the quad, which was beautiful, and Ellie was about to sit to take a small break (she was feeling the tiredness hit a bit) when she saw someone that immediately brought a bright smile to her lips. With a bit of a sprint, Ellie ran up to Celia giving her friend a huge hug.