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Geillis Duncan

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An Invisible Thread Chapter 9 Geillis

“Hi.” The chestnut hair girl says. Claire looks up from her math problems. She is working on some she wasn’t sure about before class starts. “I am Geillis Duncan.”

“Hi, I am Claire Beauchamp.”

“I ken Claire. The whole school be talking about the lass come home from America.”

“The whole school? Truly?”

“Aye. But, not to worry. The lads talk about how beautiful you are and the lasses how sweet and humble.”

“Well, that is a relief.” Geillis takes a seat across from here. “I guess.”

“It is. But you needn’t worry about the lads. About them ‘taking liberties' as my mam would say. No, you needn’t worry about that. Jamie would  pound them into the ground, and they all ken it well.”

“Jamie?” she is confused. Her mate would defend her, of that she has no doubt. But Geillis seems to be talking about more then that. It leaves a strange feeling in her wame.

“Claire, you have to ken the lad be crazy about you. We all felt we knew you, even before you came back. For the lad spoke of you often. Now you are back, it be like a weight has been removed from him.” She looks at her, mouth open. What is this then? Is she saying?

“Hi.” Her head jerks around. Jamie stands beside her. “Hi Geillis.”

“Hey Jamie. Finally meet Claire.”

Claire forces her mouth closed and tries to put order to her frantic thoughts.

“Aye. May I join you?”

“You can have my seat. I need to talk with Mary before class.” She smiles at Claire as she stands. Having dropped several bombs, she doesn’t wait around to see what happens. Jamie slips into the bench across from Claire.

“What are you studying?” She looks blankly at him. What was she studying? She has to look down to remind herself. Math, right.

“Math. There were a few problems I wasn’t sure about.”

“Do you need help? I am pretty good at it.”

“No, I.. before Geillis came, I,” She stops and takes a deep breath. She can have a blasted conversation with her best mate without sounding like an idiot. “I worked them out.”

“Wonderful.” He grins at her and those blue eyes shine. Lord, he was so beautiful. When did he grow to be so lovely?

“I have a question for you.” She twists her hands on the old wood, tracing over a long ago students initials.

“Aye?”

“Do you, oh,” she stops to bite his lip as a wave of shyness takes over. “Oh man. Never mind.” She is looking down, her eyes shut, when she feels his hand cover hers. She catches her breath at the way it makes her feel

“Claire, you can ask me anything?” She focuses on their hands, avoiding his eyes.

“Do you want to be more then my mate?” softly asks.

“Ah, yeah. I don’t like the way the other lads look at you. I know I’ve no right to feel this but I can’t help it. You have been my best mate for as long as I can remember. I want you to still be. It feels are jumbled and confusing.”

“It does. I feel all weird around you. Still your mate but..”

“Aye. But at least there are two of us. I mean we both feel this. Whatever it is it.”

“True. That helps.”

“May I escort you to class Claire?”

This one is mostly a word association game

Gay

God, British colonialism is so extra

Peacock

High level witchiness, which of course means poisoning

Fur necklace

I forgot that there would be Turner-esque oil paintings in this timeline

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