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[shesepankh]

Kindergarten teacher Renée Higgenbotham Swan (36) was killed in a car crash one mile from her residence in Phoenix, AZ, January 9, 2005. She is survived by her daughter Isabella (16). Her service will be held at -

Bella has the entire obituary pasted into a page of one of her compilation notebooks but tends not to re-read past the first lines. It's repellent. The concept of obituaries is repellent. The funeral is over. Renée's vibrant brief life has been summed up over the course of a paragraph, and is also over.

Bella pretends to sleep on the plane. Her neighbor is talkative and she doesn't want to say shut up, my mom just died, because - what if it doesn't work? What if this news doesn't have the power to bludgeon everyone else into stunned silence the way it does Bella?

Charlie collects her. Charlie hugs her. Charlie doesn't make her talk. Good wonderful understanding quiet Charlie does not say a word. He takes her home. Her room's where she left it last August.

It's raining.

Bella stays home, moving in, moping, for a day, and then she shows up at school, gray-faced and withdrawn. First class is English. Okay, whatever.

The teacher wants her to introduce herself. Bella wants to yank on the skinny end of his tie until he regrets making her.

She stands at the front of the room and says that her name is Bella Swan and she's moved here to live with her dad. The teacher makes an impatient go on gesture and she stands there for a moment before robotically saying the same thing she produced at the beginning of the year in her old school in Phoenix when they were doing go-around-the-room-and-share-facts. "I'm one of those people who actually likes Shakespeare."

He lets her sit down.

She sits.

Comments

[castmyown]

"True. I'm not sure, it was an idea. The mysterious woman who looks like your mom and conveniently dropped the exact medallion for you is kind of suspicious, to me. It could be one of the creatures that can shape-shift, being cruel about what shape they pick to get your attention. Or I could be over-thinking it and you could just be incredibly lucky."

[shesepankh]

"Yeah, I don't know what to make of it, but I thought I'd mention it in case it was important."

[castmyown]

"It seems like it, but I don't know what it means. Sadly enough, I don't know everything. Yet."

[shesepankh]

"Let me know if you get there, I'll want to mooch."

[castmyown]

"Yup. I think my opinion on people mooching off of things I know is pretty well known."

(In that he doesn't mind at all, if it's innocent. If it's not, then that changes things.)

[shesepankh]

"Yes, I know, that's why I'm asking nicely instead of nefariously plotting to put a keylogger on your computer."

[castmyown]

"Thanks," he says, brightly. "for not doing that. It would upset me."

[shesepankh]

"Only if I were terrible at subterfuge."

[castmyown]

Darren snorts with laughter. "Well, yes, but if you obviously used what I know without any obvious help from me, I'd figure it out. And then it would upset me."

[shesepankh]

"And I suppose in this hypothetical you know everything, such as how to detect keyloggers. Oh well. I'll just have to be friends instead."

[castmyown]

"That too. Besides, being friends gets you more. Like, for example, magic lessons. I don't put those on my computer."

[shesepankh]

"I'm looking forward to that. What am I gonna learn to do?"

[castmyown]

"Well, I'm trying to learn stuff about transfiguration illusions because - medallions, so probably a lot of, 'Lets turn this thing into this other thing a lot and try to make sure the spell doesn't break' but there's some stuff involving control of water, air, finding people - so on. I don't know what a sphinx is good at, so you may or may not turn to be fantastic at one of them and barely need any tutoring in it at all. If that happens I will ask you for lessons."

[shesepankh]

"If I can do something without any tutoring at all how will that make me competent to teach it?"

[castmyown]

"Because you will have an inside look on how it works, which is better than where I'm at. I've got an outside look on it that is earned by stubbornly clawing my way through all magic ever. So. It couldn't hurt!"

[shesepankh]

"Perytons don't have special magical affinities?" Pause. "Also, weren't perytons invented in the fifties? It's not, like, ancient myth the way sphinxes or dragons are."

[castmyown]

"... We actually do. Um. But I'm not using it ever. We get the fantastic ability for shapeshifting... Into a specific person. If we um - eat their heart." He coughs. "We weren't invented, we were discovered in the fifties. We were really good at hiding. Because of the heart thing."

[shesepankh]

"...Okay, it sounds like you don't need my commentary on that."

[castmyown]

"Yeah, my opinion of it is obvious, I think. Never using it, ever."

[shesepankh]

"Yeah. I'm assuming Savannah agrees?"

[castmyown]

"For the most part. I think she's of the opinion that if it's an emergency and there's someone nearby who is morally reprehensible she'll use it, but outside of that single unlikely situation - she agrees with me."

[shesepankh]

"It seems like a limited advantage to be disguised as a morally reprehensible person."

[castmyown]

"Hey now, I argued her down to that, don't poke holes in my reasoning."

[shesepankh]

"You're concerned she'd take my comment and go from 'well, I'd do it if it was a morally reprehensible person' to 'let's eat the hearts of children, they're great camouflage'?"

[castmyown]

"No, but I'm concerned that she'd go back to, 'If I hate this person and my other choice is death I will eat their heart even if they're not terrible people.'"