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Chapter 23: Does the Truth Weigh on Your Mind?

once upon time, a child and their family moved to a rural land by the edges of the Figmeran planes. there, ████ was alone. in the vibrant green plains that surrounded the lone child's home, they found comfort with a fig tree atop a quiet knoll. it too was alone. aged and gnarly, it was miles away from the woods that sat on the horizon. there they played their games; even ones that required more players with no one but the tree, and the birds that sat on its branches to watch them. each day they'd run off to play until they grew hungry. each day they'd go home, ever lonely.

on the thirteenth day, the lone child was alone no longer. neath the tree's shade, sat a girl their age, dressed in white, and veiled by long, dark hair. they didn't know where it came from, and neither knew it's name until they gave it one. and so, ████ and Jamie played together under the fig tree, season after season, cycling through all the games ████ remembered from their home. they ran in circles, climbed the branches, passed around a ball or two. soon the child began to bring food for the two. jamie never seemed to partake, but when the child left the snacks upon the tree's roots, there'd be nothing but an empty plate the next day, so they brought them still. one day, they even fixed up a simple tire swing on one of the tree branches on which the two would swing on for hours, often as if the wind itself was pushing the two along. as time went on, the child grew taller as the tree grew greener with thicker shade for the two to play under.

one day, the child didn't come. the next day was the same. for weeks, jamie waited. for years, the tree kept still. the lone child and their games steadily drifting from her memory along with each fallen leaf. one day, the winds that blew over the plains brought with it laughter. the girl faced to where it seemed to come from, and for the first time in thirteen years, left the tree's shade. in that very same moment, for the first time thirteen decades, the lonely knoll was left with nothing but grass, and a large patch of dirt from whence a fig tree once stood.

the girl found more playmates and with them more games; some new, some old, near-forgotten and remembered. all the time, a lone looming tree towered in earshot. but the girl never stayed, as the wind kept calling her with the voice of a memory. and so it haunted the Land, from one lone child to another, seemingly unaware of the same exact fig tree she keeps passing by, and never leaving the periphery.

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✧ Pairing: Miguel O’hara x reader

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Tell me, O Goddess

when they weave their words into worlds

do they still beseech you to grant them inspiration?

Brigid, of smiths, of healing, of poets

do you crown them with their wish

whether they do or don’t ask?

Goddess of many names, which have you favoured?

Bride, Brigantia, Saint Brigid

were you shaped by them as time passed

and again, and again, 

as folk put letters upon you anew?

In this age of constructs that pierce the sky 

and disdain for ancestral beliefs

what is it that keeps you here, watching over 

as the twentieth day stretches on for centuries?

Let it be that you yet know remembrance. 

Let it be that you get know honour. 

O Brigid, know that the poets still pray. 

i am in my harry potter phase i fear.

warnings: mentions of studying throughout. kissing no specific gender stated!

hermione granger ;

ah yes, the study queen herself. if you somehow manage to get her to study with you, there better be no ulterior motives because they will not work. hermione pushes you to the absolute max with spells, potions, and various bouts of magical history. you'll learn things you would have never thought to be a part of human understanding all while admiring her determined face. it wasn't as if you didn't want to study... you just got a little distracted by the beauty in front of you. "y/n, are you even listening? you do know that this paper is due by tomorrow night, right?" of course you know when the papers due. how could you not with snape breathing down your nose for you to turn it in. but, all you could think about was hermione — not some paper on troll snot and its health benefits. "can i kiss you?" you had blurted it out accidently. bundles of curls snapped towards you, slightly angry but slightly flustered. "you have work to do!" "please..." and who was hermione to deny the slight pout of her partners lips? "just one and then you're writing that paper, got it?" "yes ma'am."

harry potter ;

it's not studying per se... but you do get work done! (sometimes.) attempting to study with harry almost always leads to indulging in conversations about the world and what is in it. everything is up for grabs — from god to how frogs are able to jump. it is limitless in its discussion, but often meaningful. (until you get to sharing gossip about things you've seen while under a certain invisibility cloak.) when the two of you do decide to focus on school work, it is usually short lived. whatever paper you have due is neglected after a small snag is hit, and from there the conversations pick right back up. it's extremely common for you and harry to be the last ones in the library. both of you entranced by the ideas the other has. "i wonder why there are so many stars. do you think magic can make stars?" it's a strange question from you, but harry will answer nonetheless. "well, magic can make pretty much anything right?" "right." "do you think magic made us then?" now that was a big question. his glasses were off, and his eyes were closed as he lay next to you on the floor. you kissed him quickly on the cheek. "magic can make a lot of things. so why not us?"

ronald weasley ;

depending on his mood, ron is surprisingly studious. (aka when he has over twenty missing assignments.) he's had hermione on his back for years now so he knows how to catch up on an assignment or two. assuming you're the more studious one, ron will consistently ask you to revise his papers and worksheets. you often scold him for not being able to notice the more obvious flaws in his work — such as spelling mistakes. (there is no grammarly in the wizarding world.) but, you check his work nonetheless. on days when ron is not in the mood, studying often proves difficult. he'll distract you with prospects of sweets, sleep, and just relaxing. "we could go down and get those rolls... or we could just lay in bed..." it proves quite difficult to tune out ron's desires but you have to finish these writings before your professors bite your head off. "later. later." then, the quill is being plucked from your hands and placed lightly on the table. and pieces of ginger hair are flooding your vision as ron leans in close to you. "it's not like resting for ten minutes will kill you, right?" and ginger hair meets forehead as a kiss is planted on your lips.

george weasley ;

seeing as george and his twin would rather give puking patsy's to the first years as opposed to doing their work, it is unlikely that studying goes well with george. however, george is exceptionally considerate when it comes to your diligent studying. george will bring you whatever it is you need; from water all the way to the answers from a past worksheet that he tricked some poor fifth year out of. of course, george will be a kind boyfriend and sit with you as you study. he'll talk, and work on whatever latest contraption he and fred are creating. a comfortable silence falls onto the two of you as you both work on whatever needs to be done. you both can work well into the night with only exchanging a maximum of thirty words. but, past a certain point george can get a little restless. he's more than fine with the shared silence, but george also enjoys hearing your voice. he'll sacrifice getting scolded by you if it means he can hear you. "love, how long have you been studying exactly?" it takes a simple glance to the clock on the wall for your answer: "about five hours now." "and you're telling me your leg hasn't fallen asleep once this whole time?" it's such a strange question that you giggle a bit at it. (much to george's delight.) "we could go for a walk..." you spare george an upward glance and quirk of your eyebrow. "you've been studying for so long, love. get out and do something!" the previous look does not waiver as you attempt to communicate to george your stress without actively speaking. "fine. i will leave you alone." and he does. for five minutes. he's back and his arms are snaking around your waist ever so lightly. and his hands are meeting at your stomach and yanking you up. your legs are flailing and arms are hitting his lightly. and all you hear is his breathy chuckle as he walks you with him in his arms around the length of the library. and with each step, he presses a myriad of kisses into your creased forehead.

fred weasley ;

studying sure is fun, isn't it? combine multiple hours of sitting still with the efforts of a certain red-head trying to prevent you from doing just that and you'll be met with a recipe for disaster. the thing is, it's not like fred does it distinctly on purpose — he's just never been a studier, and that rubs off whenever he's around it. of course, george was the more "studious" between the two but it wasn't like he was the 'brightest wizard of his age.' So, Fred had always taken to annoying his brother in his academic endeavours and thus did the same to you. And for the amount of time you've know fred, you've grown used to his distractions. around exam times, fred grows particularly restless as he watches you toil away at countless scrolls and textbooks about various subjects. he'll do more and more extravagant things to try and get you to abandon your studies. for example, in your fourth year he got one of the second years to find the answers to one of your exams. it was a semi-sweet gesture that almost got him snubbed by snape had it not been for george and yours combined efforts. back to your current predicament, a certain ginger has taken it upon himself to plop his body right between you and your work. "fred, can you...move?" you were met with a simple head shake, and it took all of your willpower to not shove this man off your lap. and although this was one of fred's lighter distractions, it was a distraction nonetheless. "fred...." "darling, please. i've sat here for ages without speaking to you. i'm bored!" fred's naturally coy personality had given way to his own need for attention. but, he looked so cute like that... with his hair tossed around and eyes slightly wide. it was a small kiss. well, until fred grabbed you by the collar and made it a bit bigger. guess studying was gonna have to wait.

draco malfoy ;

now, studying with or around draco is noted for its silence. draco could sit for near hours without any speaking — especially if he's focused on his work. you can try your best at vying for his attention, but will most likely be met with a stone cold wall of a boyfriend. but his resolve is almost applause worthy as he sits for hours on end pouring over potions homework. (because he's worried that the professor will fail him if he's not up to par.) in all the attempts you've made, draco rarely ever breaks or even bends. for example, in the third year you had decided you needed draco's attention while he was studying for a herbology test and elected to charm his textbooks into plants themselves. (with each turn, a new plant would sprout up on the pages.) to any normal person, this would be enough to at least set the book down; but not malfoy! he merely pawed through the pages while ripping out the plants. (and muttering a few curses at you under his breath at you.) so, every attempt you make is more grand than the last. you're more than sure that draco's grown more than tired of your antics, but you don't really care. this time, you would make sure his potions work would be put aside — even if for a moment. "draco. draco. draco." "i'm not some ghost that can be summoned if you say my name three times fast, hun." not a single one of his limbs or bones moved to remove his attention from his potions textbook. you leaned across your shared table and began to play with his hand not lying on the textbook. if there was one thing about draco that he didn't want anyone to know; it was his hand sensitivity. while you thought it was cute, draco wanted to bash your head in whenever you took advantage of it. dragging your fingers from the beginning of his wrist down the last knuckle of his pointer finger, you felt him jump a little. each trace of your finger dragged draco farther and farther from his textbook and closer towards the slight touch of your hands. "draco..." this time, his head snapped up to look at you. you couldn't help but laugh at his lack of resolve from simple touch. you stood quickly, pushing your chair out from under you with great exaggeration. a swift kiss was placed onto dracos lips as you left him and his studies. "god damn it." and just like that, draco had abandoned his studies.

ginny weasley ;