☾ / ADVENTURERA

   tanned  fingers  finally  reach  the  general ,  excitement  poured  from  amber  hues  :

                      “  lets  go  on  an  adventure  !  ”  

REGRET is bittersweet. Parched lips are cracked, tongue sticks to the top of her mouth and Bella is sure that her silence is due to how dry her mouth is. how dry her life is.

Hollow eyes speak of restless nights, any signs of adventure have surely diminished - everything about her existence betrays her. She’s empty - a mere shell of who she was, and what was worst was. . . todavía no había pasado . (it still hadn’t happened.) her body was reacting to the events about to unfold.

                             Tohru.

Does she know how lucky she is ? And even after spending months of anguish, Bella can’t find it in her heart to hate the girl. An empty smile appears - she’d tried it all. dios, (god) how she had tried it all. But fay loved tohru.

 Even after deleting his memories of tohru, per his request, he was still in love with her. God, how was that even possible?! Her smile is plastered painfully as regret pours out of all senses.

 She can’t do this any longer. She was depressed beyond comprehension. She could never have him.

The moon is full - it lights up the beach, magical rays dance gently around her. She buries her face into her arms, she wants to curl up - disappear, dissipate into nothing. Not even the magical waves calm her nerves.

The worst - lo peor - lo peor - is that she does not regret meeting him in Japan. She almost laughs at the memory of him finding out she was a witch. His cute expression as he stood in awe when she planted things with her wand. Being a muggle, he couldn’t visit her in Hogwarts but she took him to Diagon Alley.

  Ay - fay. ¿Por que? ¿Por qué esta pasando esto ? (why is this happening?)

  “Bella ? ”

Heart leaps from her chest into her throat - his voice has the power to shake her very existence. Plastered smile turns genuine as he approaches her - life swells through her veins, as they act as a catalyst to snap her out of her dead senses.

 “¡fay - llegaste! Te extrañe. (fay, You’ve arrived! I’ve missed you.)” not out of her character, the Hufflepuff wraps her arms around him into a warm hug - his familiar scent overtakes her.

  He’s home. He’s home. He’s home.

Not even the ocean compares to this.

“ Ah - thank you for coming to visit me here, Mexico is my home, after all. You’re going back to Japan tomorrow. I wanted to make your last night special.”

He nods, his gaze fixed on a device that was gently placed in the sand. A small radio. Hah, she had forgotten about the music. Her gaze smiles excitedly - she doesn’t smile like this as much anymore. Bella grabs his hand and pulls him towards her,

“¡Fay, vamos a bailar! (Fay, let’s dance!)” She laughs - he laughs too, they both awkwardly shuffle - the moonlight keeping them company.

“I don’t want this moment to end. This is how you know there’s magic.” They’ve gotten used to each other’s rhythms- they’re swaying with the beat - slowly. Cheeks blush as she realizes they’ve never been this close before.

“Fay - “ her voice is above a whisper but he’s intently looking at her, “ Ah - I need to tell you something. ” they’ve stopped moving now. Her heart is racing, she’s sure she’s having some kind of heart attack. Voice shakes a bit but she manages to spit out her emotions,

“fay - te amo. Te amo. Te amo. I love you -“ her face is burning up ! She speaks the words that have been locked away in her heart for what seemed ages. “—I know you may not feel the same. But it’s my truth. I love you. What I feel is strong - think of the ocean. Think of the waves. Perhaps. . . perhaps I shall show you how it feels - I’ll try if you’ll allow me. ”

 To her surprise he nods, and this is when she knows it’s time to say goodbye. Dismay paints her senses - it’s time.

“close your eyes and I’ll show you.” She smiles at his obedience - he was kind. He was lovely. Bella traces fingertips across his cheek, his skin causing fire to her soul. slowly, two things happen. her left hand reaches for her wand - her right hand gently pushes fay towards her.

Lips collapse as they kiss, and it feels like she’s alive - her soul catches on fire and she would never regain from this moment. She would forever and always love him.

 By a miracle he allows her to kiss him - she kisses him again, passion in her lips, then once more; he was intoxicating. Bella es tiempo. Bella, its time. Lips part- and shy gaze meets his. she can’t read his expression but she won’t need to for much longer.

“Te amo. (I love you). Obliviate.”

 And it was over. He was gone.

She would never forget him. The black hole in her chest would never leave.

moonlit  corridor  beckons  her  forth  towards  a  new  adventure.  although  she  knows  not  the  hour,  the  silence  that  WELCOMES  bella  -  as  she  steps  out  of  the  hufflepuff  common  room -  indicates  that  it  is  early  (  or  late  ).

   cuánto  le  encanta  la  madrugada.  (  how she loves dawn  ).

woven  basket  is  held  tightly  by  sunkissed  fingers  ,  bare  feet  dance  excitedly  towards  the  meeting  point,  bueno  ,  si  es  que  llega  !  (  that is,  if he comes  !  )  

   humming  to  herself,  she’s  already  lost  herself  in  different  notes  of  songs  that  come  to  her  by  dreams  -  although  voice  is  abruptly  stopped  when  brown  gaze  discovers  that  he  WAS  there  !  

bella  throws  her  arms  open  -  smile  brighter  than  the  light  emitting  from  her  wand  showcases  her  EXCITEMENT.  scurrying  over  to  him,  she  places  her  hand  on  his  arm  -  a  gentle  shake  is  given,

   eyes  soak  the  scenery  before  her  ;  crystal  blue  SHINE  mighty  against  the  reflection  of  the  melting  sun  .  the  ocean  ,  she’s  surrounded  by  beautiful  hues  of  BLUE  -  que  hermoso  !  cuanto  ama  el  océano  how  beautiful  !  how  much  she  loves  the  ocean  !  wanderlust  filled  eyes  scan  her  surroundings  ;  an  adventure  !  

  heavy  footsteps  approach  her  ,  her  body  snaps  towards  the  sound -  pulling  her  away  from  the  scenery  -  wand  pulled  at  the  ready  ,  only  to  retrieve  it  -  a  small  laugh  tugging  her  lips  ;

      ❝  perdon  - er,  i  mean  sorry  ;  i-i’m  just  a  bit  LOST  &  nervous ,  ah  -  is  this  your  ship  ?  ❞  

   BROWN  orbs  cautiously  stare  at  the  other.  hands  are  stuffed  inside  her  pockets  ;  fingers  curl  around  her  wand  -  por  si  las  dudas  just in case. 

❝  hello  - could  you  perhaps  tell  me  where  this  is  ?  ❞   she  lets  a  smile  form  as  she  speaks,  ❝  i  find  myself  -  a  bit  lost  -  ❞ 

  hello  to  my  followers  !  just  wanted  to  let  you  guys  know  that  it’s  @onixirii  / <3  this  is  my  oc,  a  mexican  witch  (from  Harry  Potter)  -  !  i’m  still  a  little  shy  about  her  but  if  you’d  like  to  interact,  let  me  know  ;  i  would  love  to.

  he  gains  an  eye  roll  from  her   and  a  soft  punch  on  his  side  -

❝  hm  -  what  do  i  like  to  do  ?  what  a  question.  i  enjoy  the  ocean  -  reading  -   ❞ magic,  she  wants  to  add,  but  stops  herself,   ❝  pero ( but ) most  of  all  I  love  ADVENTURES  ;  you  know,  those  types  of  adventures  where  you  feel  ALIVE  ,  the  air  in  your  lungs  feels  different  -  there  is  a  THRILL  in  the  air  - ❞ 

  you  know  the  prohibited  ones.

He’s sent towards the bookshelf, only to bring with him a handful of novels and fragile decorations as his back, quickly blossoming with brand new sore-to-the-touch bruises, collides with the wooden material. Reflexively, pale and thin arms are brought in front of him as the elder strides closer. 

Reddened eyes are shut tightly, so he doesn’t notice the girl, his friend, coming to his rescue. Only when she’s right in front of him, and taking his hand in her own does he realize she was truly there. “B-Bella!” he chokes out as he scrambles to his feet while they take off. “W-wh-what are you d-doing here?” the boy asked, his head spun to watch in fear as heavy steps followed their escape.  “Wh—?” Fayren began but obeyed regardless, moving closer to the witch as they paused and once more darkened lids shielded vision from orbs of the night sky. His hand was anxious in hers, as he felt a contrasting light and weight holding him tight. He lost count of how many times he swore his stomach flipped; thankfully, he hadn’t much down to risk expelling any sickness. As his feet seemed to reach the ground again, his body jolted; Fay was convinced Bella hadn’t a grip on him, he would have lurched forwards. 

A slow swallow before he spoke again. “What  .  .  .  what was that. W-where are we? B-Bella.” 

  was  this  the  hell  he  had  been  through  ?  how  on  earth  had  he  survived  ?  por  dios,  fay  !  por  que  no  dices  nada  ?!  (god, fay! why don’t you say anything?!)

a  gentle  hand  ruffles  his  hair  ;  the  sounds  of  waves  crashing  gently  is  music  to  her  ears.  seeing  him  evaporates  all  negative  emotion  ;  she  gently  hugs  him.  ❝  te  extrañé  mucho  (i missed you a lot) ah  -  perdon (sorry)  ;  we’re  home.  my  home.  yours too,  if  you  like  it.  if  you  want  it.  ❞ 

  she  leads  him  by  the  hand  as  they  walk  along  the  coastline  of  the  ocean.  ❝  you  hadn’t  answered  any  of  my  posts.  i  got  worried  ;  you  know,  i  won’t  apologize  for  kidnapping  you.  and  i  won’t  return  you  either.  not  for  a  while  at  least.  ❞  she stops  in  her  tracks,  ❝  how  do  you  feel  ?  would  you  like  some  coconut  juice  ?  you  look  absolutely  weak,  fay.  ❞

Peter paused and perched himself upon a lamppost with legs crossed. The teenager was proficient in Spanish, at least, as far as his grades were concerned; however, he generally felt pretty comfortable in the tongue. Nonetheless, something she said, more along the lines of Latin, so it sounded to him, was lost in translation: Arania Exumai. He’d have to check his phone to see what it meant once the conversation was deemed completed.  “N-no, I’m not a spider — well, er, wait.” a grin and quick exhale was given. “I am Spider-Man, but I’m not an actual spider. It’s more like  .  .  .  a theme, is all.” 

And there it was again  .  .  .  maybe he needed to do more studying. “What’s ‘animagus’?” the city crawler asked.

  disappointment  sets  in.  darn,  it  would  have  been  cool  to  meet  an  actual  spider  animangus  -  she  wonders  what  he  means  by  THEME.  was  it  his  school  theme  ?  ah  maybe  it’s  his  school  house  ;  just  like  she’s  a  hufflepuff  !  his  question  stops  her  ;  did  americans  know  them  as  a  different  way  ?  bella  knew  how  rare  an  animangus  was  ;  perhaps  the  phenomenon  was  unheard  of  here.

  ❝  animangus  ?  you  know,  turning  into  a  different  animal  ?  ❞ 

a  skip  allows  her  to  get  closer  to  the  boy  (  well,  as  close  as  she  could,  with  him  being  up  on  a  lampost  &  all  )  -  she  observes  his  CONFUSED  gaze.  as  curious  brown  orbs  study  his  masked  gaze,  a  thought  occurs  to  her.  was  she  speaking  to  an  ordinary  muggle  ?  

no  -  it  can’t  be.  he  was  just  flying  &  shooting  things  ;  still,  she  continues,

   ❝  i’m  bella  -  nice  to  meet  you,  mr.  spider-man.  i’m  visiting  here  for  a  bit  ;  any  cool  places  that  a  muggle  -  ❞  no  wait,  what  was  the  word  they  used  here  ?  ❝  i  mean  a  no-maj  like  you  could  recommend  ?  ❞  an  innocent  smile  is  given  ;  regarding  his  reaction  to  the  word  would  show  if  he  was  a  muggle  or  not.  

  well  if  he  wasn’t  a  wizard,  she  could  show  him  a  lot  of  cool  things  !  of  course,  she  had  to  be  careful  ;  some  elite  wizards  could  be  so  UPTIGHT.

   JAPAN  -

goodness  how  much  she  loved  Japan.  of  course,  ahí  es  donde  estaba  fay  (that  is  where  fay  was).  she’s  worried  sick  about  him  ;  it  was  time  to  take  this  MATTER  into  her  hands.  she’s  aware  how  unhealthy  this  place  was  for  him  .  .  . PERO  por  qué  se  queda  ahí ( but why does he stay there ? ! )  ? !  

As  she  COMFORTABLY  (  a  little  TOO  comfortably  )  walks  around  the  estate  she  begins  to  wonder  WHICH  house  is  his.  hm  -  a  ver  -  cual  casita  ,  cual  casita  ? (  hm,  let’s  see  -  which  little  house  is  it  ).  a  crash  grabs  her  attention  &  she  hears  his  name  being  yelled.  quickly  she  grabs  her  wand  -  she  follows  the  noise -  seriously  did  this  place  not  have  SECURITY  ?  but  any  questions  EVAPORATE  as  she  sees  someone  standing  over  fay  -  

  oh.  hell.  no.

  who  the  hell  did  this  person  think  they  were  doing  to  him  ?  anger  fuels  the  hufflepuff  ;  was  this  the  reason  why  he  wasn’t  answering  her  posts  ?  ?  she  gets  between  fay  &  the  mysterious  raven  who  was  harming  him.

❝  ya   -  basta.  (enough. it’s  over.)  Fay  ;  we’re  LEAVING, you  don’t  belong  with  TRASH .  ❞ she  spits  the  word  (  full  of  hatred  )  towards  the  other  individual.  quickly,  she  gently  takes  his  hand  and  leads  him  out.  she  looks  behind  her  and  a  couple  of  people  begin  to  follow  them.

  ❝   fay ;  close  your  eyes  &  don’t  open  them  -  we’re  apparting the  hell  out  of  here.  ❞