finalflight | PSL; [TERRIBLE THINGS WE HAVE DONE]

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PSL; [TERRIBLE THINGS WE HAVE DONE]

[It's difficult being the new kid at school, the new kid in town, everyone a stranger, every setting a readjustment, a fresh (and always failed) expectation to fit in hanging over one's head like a knife. It's even harder when your name is Henry Creel; a twelve year-old boy who is a little too lanky, a little too quiet. Who would prefer to keep to himself and not always look someone in the eye, finding more companionship in books and his collection of drawings than any of the kids his age. Who doesn't look like he wants to try to fit in—and struggles with every teacher’s gentle encouragement—even if he’s hardly a rule-breaker. Always punctual, always presentable, good grades, a nice new home to return to at the end of the day.

But his faith in his own integration is low. He had never flourished in his old town — why should he in this new one? As if moving would change how the world is, how he is, but he tries so hard not to linger on these thoughts today. They make him indescribably—

Well, he doesn’t know.

School lets out. The weather’s nice. It’s time to walk home, detaching himself from the excitable crowd of his classmates as swiftly and quietly as he can, his backpack slung over one shoulder and half-unzipped. He tries to stuff a book into it with one hand, paying no attention to where he’s going, and stumbles right into someone in an utterly ungraceful showing.

The book, of course, goes flying and lands splayed open, pages-down. Blue eyes flick up, out comes an automatic:]

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[He shakes his head, almost vigorously.]

No, no one. And I can't... I can't tell any of them about mine.

[ Well, that's a rather insistent reaction. Thomas frowns. ]

Because they wouldn't understand?

[Henry casts his gaze aside.]

They already think something's wrong with me. This would just...

[Prove them right? He doesn't know.]

...scare them, probably.

[ On the other side of the small room, Alec goes still, eyes flicking up to exchange a look with his dad. Suddenly his father's insistence that Alec reach out to the other boy makes a lot more senses. It's one thing to be teased and ridiculed by one's peers, but when it's his own family who thinks he's... off?

Wow, Alec feels like a jerk. ]

That's why you're here.

[He looks over at Alec, frowning a little, uncertain.]

What do you mean...?

Because you're not gonna scare us! Because this is someplace you can use or powers or do whatever you want and it's okay! Me and dad are wizards so we'll help you out!

[ Look at this impassioned little speech. Apparently whatever talk his dad had with him the other night really got through. ]

[...Oh.

That’s— That’s not at all what he expected. He expected curiosity, maybe a few words of advice. But a place to use his powers? The implication of being helped not only once, but in the future?

Henry, who’s always felt out of place rather than ever welcomed anywhere, can only ask:]

But why would you do all of that for me? You don’t even really know me.

[ He can see the surprise on Henry's face, but Alec's determined now. He's never had anyone to look out for before, he's always been out for himself. He's found something almost like purpose here.

And maybe, just maybe, it feels kind of good not to always be on the defensive. Not to be terrorizing or insulting or picking fights. ]

There's not a lot of magic users around here. It's mostly just me and dad. And... if you can't even talk to your family about it, that's gotta be really lonely, right? So, we should stick together.

[Lonely.

It's like a shard of ice through the chest. It's not something he likes to focus on, only because he's slowly begun to accept it as the norm, but hearing it spoken aloud and not just tamped down in his own mind, day to day…

It makes him feel indescribably sad, but also overwhelmingly relieved that someone else can see it. That someone else understands.

The two emotions conflict with each other. Henry’s shoulders sag, his eyes dropping down to his shoes, fingers curling at his sides.]

…Okay. I’d like that. To stick together.

[ Oh. He's not surer what to make of that reaction initially. It looks like Henry's at war with something. Alec shares a look with his dad, who backs off a couple of steps and motions for Alec to come take his place.

Alec slips around the table, bending to try and get in Henry's line of sight. ]

Hey. I'm... uh. I'm really sorry about all the... the stuff. At school.

[He still doesn't meet Alec's gaze, not just yet. He's bringing up the back of a hand to rub at his eyes first.]

It's okay. [The reply is automatic. The forgiveness probably shouldn't come so easily, but now things could not be more different how things were, and that's all that matters to Henry now.] As long as we're friends [??] now, I feel a lot better about it.

[ Is he crying?? Is this good crying or bad crying? He exchanges another panicked look with his dad, who quietly urges him, "Go on." ]

H-hey, you don't-- [ have to cry. The attempt to console stops halfway out of his mouth, because Henry calls them friends. Alec has... never had friends, before, he's pretty sure. There's always an underlying air of pity when other kids try to be friendly with him, or obligation, like their parents told them to "be nice to that poor boy", or whatever. This is different. He can't really explain how. ]

... Yeah. We're friends.

[He's not crying!! ...Much. His lashes are a little damp by the time he lowers his hand and actually looks at Alec, the confirmation of friendship enough to make Henry forget all about his self-consciousness.]

Okay... okay, good. Thanks, Alec. For being my friend, and for wanting to help me with my powers. I don't know what I would have done if I had to figure it all out by myself.

[He would have struggled, would have found less than affable ways of testing them. Maybe.]

[ This is good? This is good! It has much the same effect for Alec, making that weird awkwardness just sort of melt away. ]

You don't have to thank me. It's... kind of nice, I guess, having someone to share a secret with.

Yeah, I guess it would be. [It makes sense if he thinks about it.] There's not many magic users around here, right? That's what you said.

[He must not have many other... "powered" friends at all.]

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Yeah, that's right. I don't know anybody else my age who's a wizard.

[ No powered friends, try no friends at all. ]

That's all right, though.

That must be hard.

[Right? He's not sure if Alec ever really felt lonely the way he did--he had his father, didn't he?--but keeping secrets to himself must have been difficult.]

Wait, so does this make me a wizard, too?

[ OH. That is a good question. Alec looks back at his dad questioningly. The man only grins. Maybe it's just a trick of the light, but it looks a bit like a weight has been lifted from his shoulders. ]

Psychics and wizards are usually different sorts of things, but in this case I think we can call you an honorary wizard.

[An honorary wizard? That's almost better than a normal wizard. It definitely sounds cooler.]

I like that. [Tests it out on his tongue.] Honorary wizard.

[ Being a normal wizard is still way cooler okay!! Alec still smiles, pleased with his father's assessment. ]

That settles it. Honorary wizard.

Great.

[Now, if he’s considered different, it’s just because he’s an honorary wizard — which is probably the best way to be different than most people (but not even all people, now!), anyway.]

I have a lot of questions about how this all works now. I— [Politeness needling itself back in.] I’ll try not to take up too much time talking about it over dinner.

[Spoiler: he does not. He is too curious of a young man not to help but let them spill forth, trying not to sound too excitable. When was the last time he felt excited about something, anyway? The funny thing is, these aren’t the kind of questions he asks himself during this shared dinner; they escape his mind completely, and it’s nice for a change.

Time passes. The school year marches onward. Henry finds that friendship is not as strange and awkwardly-forming as he thought it might be with Alec; instead, it’s almost instantaneous how things have changed, how he greets him with a smile when they pass each other in the hall, how he looks for him during lunch period, and how he always finds him after school’s let out. They talk about everything and nothing. And on the weekends, Henry finishes all of his homework assignments early, so there’s no fuss about him visiting Alec and his dad, and they can talk about magic and psychic powers, continuing to learn more about his own — hone them into something a little more impressive than just moving a few objects with his mind.

One day, Henry invites Alec over instead, for no practical reason other than that’s what best friends do, right? (At some point, Alec had been promoted to best friend, but that was an easy choice when he boy was his only friend, too.) The neighborhood is full of well-kept lawns and houses, and his home is freshly-painted and two-story.

Whenever Alec arrives and decides to either knock or ring the doorbell, the door swings open, and he’s greeted by…

Alice Creel, Henry’s older sister by three years, bright-faced, curious, and with perfectly pleated pigtails. She leans in, wide-eyed, gripping at the doorknob.]

Hello! You’re Henry’s friend, right?

[“Friend” is stressed like it’s so rare a thing, one needs to verify that it can even exist.]

[ Alec is pretty sure he's never been anywhere as nice as Henry's house. At one point, when the two boys were sprawled across the living room floor in Alec and his father's small apartment, surrounded by pencils and papers and various doodles of this, that and everything, Alec had turned to Henry and asked him if he was rich.

The answer at the time had been something along the lines of "I don't think so," but standing here on this big front porch of this big, bright house, Alec is pretty sure that Henry is actually rich.

Anyway, after a bit of plucking up his courage, he knocks at the door, only to be greeted by... Henry's sister. He's kind of seen her in passing but this is the first time she's spoken to him. ]

Um. That's right. I'm Alec.

[She grins at him. She's obviously far more outgoing than her younger brother.]

Hi, Alec. I'm Alice! Alec and Alice, that has a ring to it, doesn't it? Anyway, Henry's been looking forward to having you over. And I was wondering what you were like... It's not often that he has friends over, like, at all, so-

[For a moment, it seems like he's going to be trapped in her enthusiasm, stuck on the porch with no escape, but soon Henry appears just behind her, shouldering past with a hiss.]

Alice, move.

[Oh my god she's so embarrassing. Alice lets out a hey! as her brother elbows past, but she doesn't look too bothered, given how she shrugs and disappears back into the house a moment later.

Henry gives Alec an apologetic look.]

Sorry. She's just... that way. Come on in.

[ Ohhh my god. Why does she talk so much? Why is she talking so fast? He's not equipped to handle this. Thankfully, Henry comes to his rescue and Alice takes the intervention like a champ.

He put his hands on Henry's shoulders, slumping forward a little. ]

I thought she was gonna talk to me forever.

[ Alec, you're fine. Anyway, he steps into the house. ]

Whoa. This place is huge.

[Yeah, Henry's used to tuning her out. Alec doesn't have that same practice, and he smiles as he puts his hands on his shoulders in that dramatic way.]

Good thing I was here to save you.

[He closes the door as Alec steps in, shrugging. The house sprawls out before them; the foyer, actually small for a house of this size, leads straight into a long corridor directly in front of them. The walls are decorated with little pictures of landscapes and old family photos. The lighting is warm and amber, reflecting off darkened wood floors. A grandfather clock, nestled against the wall down that same hallway, fills the air with tick, tick, ticking.

To their right, a set of stairs leading up. Henry's room is up that way. To their left, just a little down the hall, the space opens up to what appears to be the living area.]

Um... I can show you around if you want. There's not a lot to see.

[He says about this six bedroom, six bath home. It's whatever.]

Or we can just go to my room.

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