From Another Dimension

Star Butterfly 27 | Zeniba's Bathhouse Former queen of Mewni "She was beautiful, but she was beautiful in the way a forest fire was beautiful: something to be admired from a distance, not up close."

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Euphoria || Mike and Star

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A short burst of bright laughter was knocked out of him at her answer, the awkwardness almost tangible. Only he didn’t find it off putting or cringy, well okay maybe a little bit but not enough to scare him off. For the most part he found it comforting to know that he wasn’t alone in his reaction to their situation. They were in the same boat and he was beginning to think that maybe he didn’t have to feel so nervous about seeing her in real life. Maybe….well maybe she would like him in this reality, too. 

It was a lot to ask for, he knew, but he did. Every time. After all the rejections and years of being alone, it never stopped him from trying. 

“Sounds like a plan. Ten-four, good buddy,” he said, pausing on his packing to pull the receiver back into his hand so he could looked down at himself. “ I’ll meet you in front of the main building. I’m uh- I’m wearing a blue shirt. Black tie. Well, the tag called it charcoal, but-. Wait, what am I saying? You already know what I look like.” 

He scoffed at himself, and zipped his backpack closed, pulling it up onto one of his shoulders. 

“Be safe! Look both ways when you cross the street, and uh…” he looked around his office, searching for anything else he might have to say. “I guess I’ll see you soon.” He smiled, nodded. Good. Okay. “Alright. Hanging up now.” 

He placed the phone back and exited his office, locking the door behind him. Taking his time, he followed his usual path out of the university and only diverged until he was at the entrance. Mike stayed standing, too full of nervous energy to sit, eyes following any figure that moved in the hopes that one of them would be his anticipated guest. 

As soon as she put the phone back on the receiver, Star pulled out her cell. The perfectly good cell phone that she could have used just now to call him instead of the pay phone. Shaking her head at her idiocy, she entered the number for Mike she had called into her contacts. Making a mental note to take a picture for the entry once they made it to Hatter’s. Star shoved her phone back into her pocket and bounded off for the university. 

An awkward smile leaped upon her face as she ran rather than walked down the street. Her leaps and bounds more of a skip down the street rather than a walk or run. Wind blowing through the long strands of her hair as it billowed behind her. Star was finally getting a hold on her life and it started with meeting the one person who managed to keep her grounded through traumatic events. Something of which had not happened since she first came to Earth. Only her best friend had been able to do this so maybe this was a sign that her life was truly starting over.

Finally, she stopped with hands on her thighs as she bent over to catch her breath. Perhaps she was in need of an exercise routine now. Star looked up at the looming building just a block ahead. Breaking into a full run now, she bolted for the front doors. Noticing the figure standing in the entrance. Star didn’t even bother to stop and check to see if it had been who she was rushing for. Wrapping her arms around his neck and burying her face in his torso. A smile that could nearly split her face in half emerging on her petite features.

“I really hope that this is you, Mike,” she said, voice muffled by his body, “Or this is about to get really, really awkward.” 

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“And…?” 

Naminé couldn’t help how her eyes grew bigger with curiosity as the girl cut herself off without warning. She was from another dimension. A princess. With a sketchy past. It sounded insane. Crazy, even in the world of magic.

But Naminé believed it. 

How could she not? Look at her. She had been born randomly from magic itself. She was a glitch in the coding of Swynlake, and had made herself quite at home within the town. She was sure it would allow Star to do the same. If she wanted to stay.

She nodded her thanks. “Thank you, I gave it to myself,” She smiled before quickly moving on. “What was your kingdom like? How was it different from here?”

Star thought for a moment. While she didn’t usually like divulging the details about her leaving Mewni to others it surely couldn’t hurt this time. After all, she hadn’t really spoken of it since it happened. Eleven years had passed since she had been sent to live here and it had left a sore spot in her heart over the years. Star gave the other girl an awkward smile seeing as how she obviously was prompting her to tell her more of the story.

“Everyone in my family possesses magic,” she began, holding up her wand as a sort of example of what she was speaking of, “We all get this, well, not this exactly. But a wand of sorts that is personalized to our specific kind of magic and our energy. This is mine. My magic isn’t fully stabilized and reacts to how I’m feeling emotionally. On my sixteenth birthday I wanted to make a surprise of sorts and it went really, really wrong. I almost destroyed Mewni and my mother sent me to live here--on Earth. Eventually, I did go back to take my place as queen but it was really short lived. I inevitably gave up my position and my kingdom and came here.”

She paused briefly at the next question. Taking a deep breath, Star smiled again. This time a little less awkwardly and a little more genuine. No one had ever taken an actual interest in her life or her for that matter. Other than Mike, of course. But that was because they were forced to in that strange shared dream. It was nice to be able to talk about Mewni with someone.

“Swynlake in particular isn’t that much different than Mewni actually. Though instead of other forms of magic and creatures there are monsters and demons and the like. They all have their separate lands to live in.. Or they did until I became queen for that short time. I made a new law that made sure that we could all coexist in harmony. What about you?” she asked, curiously, “Where are you from? Does your name mean anything or have a special meaning? It’s so unique.” 

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Oooh. Now we’re talking dimension hopping? Something she knew nothing about, but yet felt so….so close to.

Tell her more, Star.

Naminé’s  eyes grew big with interest as the other continued to explain. She was so open and forward. Again, different to those walking around with the similar power she possessed. Including herself. They had a tendency to be rather….cryptic. She had to admit, it was fun.

“And why are you here, Princess Star?” She asked - then blinked. Oh, yes, her own name. She held out her hand for shake. “I’m Naminé.”

She was bound not to believe her. Not with everything Star had to tell. After all, her story was hard to believe most of the time. What with everything that had happened in those few short years that she had reigned and done and experienced. Star certainly wouldn’t believe it if she were being told these things and had never done nor heard of them. She didn’t expect anyone to believe her either. Rather trusted them not to judge her too harshly. Though that was a long shot... Even among Mewmans.

“Let’s just say I made a really big mistake in my teens and--,”  she cut herself off, unsure of whether or not to continue or how to go about saying that she nearly destroyed her home without actually saying it, “My mother thought it was in the best interest and safety of everyone if I left and came to Earth for a few years.”

Star smiled at the other girl. Taking her hand in her own and nodding in acknowledgement. 

“That’s such a pretty name,” she said genuinely.

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Gaston spun on his heel and glared at the slip of a girl in front of him. Usually, he’d give up with that sort of fury when a girl appeared - unless he was making a point of using a drama to flex his muscles. After all, rage was not flattering when it was loose and aimless. But that day, he was in no mood for niceties, for reigning it in just because a woman was watching him. 

“You mean other than murdering my parents and shitting up my bar?” He snarled.

Granted, the murder (as he saw it) was rather a long time ago and not exactly the same werewolves as populated this town… or this country for that matter. But over the years he’d lumped them all together as a ‘danger to society’ and the fact they’d appeared in associations with the destruction of his bar was about as damning as it got

Star had never come in contact with wolves. Not the ones that lived here on Earth at least. She had, however, been around many a monster. An image of Tom flashed through her mind. To which she shook it from her thoughts and it was gone just as quickly as it had came. The tiny princess had even met and been apart of a group of those in Mewni who were very opposed to letting monsters roam freely. Or have any sort of right. Though he involvement was very brief and was solely to gain her mother’s approval. 

This man’s fury, however, shook her to her core. Every fiber in her being screamed to get away from him as quickly as possible. Danger, her body rang. But she wasn’t about to let anyone know she was terrified. Certainly not someone she had just met. Though he had just told her a very vulnerable piece of information about himself. Star stayed in place. Taking a deep breath and furrowing her brow in curiosity. Her curious and childlike nature often getting the  better of her.

“Does anyone have a vendetta against you?” she asked curiously, “Maybe they did it? People in general are rather shitty so maybe it was someone who really hates you. Just a thought.”

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The Incredible Sulk || Open

Gaston thumped the first photo into the wood of The Deer’s door with a steak knife. He’d ripped the images free in a fit of rage, having discovered his bar half destroyed for the second time when he’d woken up to get a drink and thought it was best to display them as widely and as violently as he could. Just in time for the first of the festival goers to see.

Another knife drove clean into the wood of a window frame now, pinning in place the second picture of a wolf that had desecrated his walls. “You’d better fucking hope-” he said, hammering the next image into the surface of a bench, feeling the first set of eyes on him, “-that someone finds the sick bastards who did this before I fucking well do.” Thunk another went into a outside beam. “These fucking wolves-” Thunk. “-lose one-” Thunk. “-fucking petition and they start-” thunk “-thinking-” thunk “-that they can-” thunk “-threaten people like -” thunk ”-me?!” 

Without paying much attention, he’d pierced the last photograph several times, just above the eyes. As far as he was concerned, whoever had done this had made it a targeted attack, chosen things they knew he’d be bothered by. Like dick and the bastard creatures that killed his parents and piece of shit raccoons that had torn up his arms and left a scratch above his eyebrows.

If it wasn’t the wolves, he didn’t know who else it would be and, really, he was about ready to beat the living shit out of one of them, if they ever crossed his path.

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Star was not much of a conversationalist as she had been before. As a matter of fact, before she had up and moved no one could figure out how to get her to shut up. But there was something about giving up everything she had held dear and moving to a place where no one knew her and she knew none of them. Something that had pulled a switch in the normally bubbly, young princess. Or maybe it had been the fact that Tom pushed her away. Or maybe she had finally pushed him so far away from her that he had done what he had done. Either way, there was no going back to Mewni now. Not without what she came here for. Which so far was going absolutely horrid. 

These days, when someone struck a conversation with her she tried to keep it short. Keeping tidbits about her life to herself as much as she could. It was therapeutic in a sense. Like looking at a photo album of a life that was no longer there for her to run back to. Even her own mother had stopped trying to find her and that in itself was unsettling with the spunky girl and left an already open wound festering in her heart. How could she begin to heal if no one would reach out to her? Not even her father.

Things like this ran through her head as she wandered around town. Ready to tell Zeniba that she could put in more hours and work as much as she possibly could. At least at work her mind was fiilled with other responsibilities. But then she spotted a man who seemed to be furious and stabbing pictures into various surfaces around town. Curiosity was not something that had been lost in this move, however. Star began to silently watch him. Following him at a safe distance and observing--listening to what he was muttering.

Star titled her head curiously to the side. Long, blonde hair falling off her slender shoulders as she furrowed her brow at him.

“What--,” she cut herself shy of what she wanted to ask, fear spiking through her, “What exactly did these wolves do to make you so mad?”

She was out of the loop since she had became somewhat of a recluse this past week or so.

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Naminé leaned against the tree, keeping her smile on as she listened to the girl explain. Like she didn’t already know that. So she was a sorceress? A young one, at that. Still, the magic presence she carried wasn’t undeniable. 

Very different from the others she’d felt in the town. Less menacing and heavy, more light and bubbly.

Though she wasn’t scared by the others, she found herself more at ease with this girl. “You come from a family of sorcerers then.” It wasn’t a question. She tilted her chin forward and looked up at her with big, curious blue eyes. “What’s your name? I like to know those I live among.” She tilted her head. “I think it builds community ties and what not.”

Quietly, the yellow eyed cat plopped himself down behind her leg, looking up curiously at this new woman Naminé had approached.

“Not exactly,” she said, scrunching her face, “I’m technically not from this dimension.”

Trying to explain where she was from had always been somewhat of a mess. Star never really knew how to approach that. Or whether or not she should just go with it and pretend she was from Earth. Most others didn’t even believe her when she said that she was from another dimension. Like that one blonde girl she had met when she had practiced on a tree much like the one in front of her. Though this girl seemed open enough that Star felt like she could be open and honest about her home.

“I’m from another dimension called Mewni. I’m a princess, actually,” Star began to chew on her lower lip in anticipation of the denial that would come, “My name’s Star. It does good to know who lives where you do so you’re not wrong. Makes the place safer in way, I think. What’s your name?”

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“It’s beautiful.”

Naminé had been quiet in her approach. Like she normally was. 

It was late, after all. She was on her way home, Twilight trailing behind at a distance. The odd little creature. But, all of that had been derailed when she spotted the faint glow under a tree by the lake. At first, she thought it was a fairy, and bounded over in excitement.

But instead, it was a young woman, holding quite the peculiar item. And the light coming from it highlighted her cute face, and its sadness. 

Really, she was planning on walking away. It was late after all. But she was intrigued by the item, and the woman’s sorrow. 

“That, I mean,” She said, pointing to the wand, smiling. 

A breath passed between them before she added. “I haven’t seen you around here before. New to town?” 

It was the finger pointing at her wand that drew her attention. Off in her own little world as always. Star lowered it, a small smile forming on her face. You would think after her first time taking it out in public that she would have learned not to do so again. Then again, Star wasn’t always the most colorful crayon in the box. Wasn’t that how the saying went?

“Hm?” she said, her eyes finally moving to the other girl, “Oh this? It’s just a wand. Everyone in my family got one. Or the ones with magic did at least. No one wand is ever the same.”

Her eyes went to the star whose light was dimming the calmer she became. Her mind racing to that of her mother’s wand and then to Eclipsa’s. Each and every magical being in her family had received a wand that formed to the handlers liking and to match their personality best. Star had always been a bit of a wild card and a free spirit. She guessed that was why hers had turned into a star with wings.

“Sort of,” she admitted, “I’ve kept to myself mostly but I’ve been here for at least a couple months.”

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Euphoria || Mike and Star

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“Oh good,” he sighed in relief with a nod. He made a mental note to ask when her birthday was if this meeting went over well. Resuming what he was doing Mike started putting writing utensils in their pouch, papers in their correct folders, and then stacking the folders one on-top of the other. He hauled his backpack on top of the desk, pressing the phone in between his cheek and shoulder to free up both hands to start putting everything away. 

“Uuhh-” he lifted his arm, squinting at the watch wrapped around his wrist, “I actually should have left about half an hour ago, I was just catching up on emails because I wasn’t ready to make the trek home and sweat.” 

He paused, bringing a hand up to touch his fingertips to his forehead as he wondered to himself why in the fuck had he just said that. She didn’t ask for that information nor did she want to hear it. Why did he never think before he spoke? It was always nonsensical bullshit that he would regret saying for the rest of his life when he didn’t have a script to follow, and yet he never ever learned to keep quiet. There was always something to be blurted or rambled. Christ. Why was he agreeing to this again. 

Oh, right, because he wanted 

“Sorry,” he added on quickly, pulling the phone back into his hand to switch ears, the cord from the receiver stretching awkwardly from him being too far away. “TMI. Not that point. Um…what was the question? When am I available? I mean, I can meet you over there right now if you’d want. Or, uh, in like half an hour by the time my little legs can get there.” 

Star closed her eyes, a smile still pulling at the corners of her lips. Dream world or waking world, Mike was still, well, Mike. It was a comforting thing. Knowing that nothing had exactly changed since their shared dream. She shook her head at him. Despite the fact that he couldn’t see her. Eyes shooting open when he said that he could meet her now. Heart beginning to hammer in her chest. Beneath her cardigan and inside her bag--the light from her wand began to glow.

‘Not now,’ she pleaded in her head, ‘The last thing I need right now is to explode this whole side of the town.’

She took several deep breaths. Slowly, her heart stopped pounding as heavily and the light from the wand began to die. Star was relieved. Her eyes darted around, trying to find the college--er--university. Maybe she could just meet him there and they could walk together. After all, she wasn’t that much taller than he was. If at all. Another smile beamed across her petite features as she spotted it. Not too far away from the pay phone she was at. Why had she even used one in the first place? Did anyone actually use one of these things anymore. Star rolled her eyes at herself and her stupidity.

“I’m like....,” there was a short pause as she stood on her tip toes, mouthing the number of blocks away, “Maybe four or five blocks away from the university? I can just meet you there and then we can walk to Hatter’s together? Unless, ya know, you’re not..comfortable..with that. Yeah!”

Slamming her eyes shut now with embarrassment, Star placed her palm against her forehead. Shaking it in disbelief at how truly awkward she could be sometimes.

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The Angry Princess || Open

It had only been a text message. But that one measly text message was enough to bring Star to tears. Not that it took much these days. She was a bit of a cry baby to say the least. But this was different. It had taken two months and for the blonde princess to leave Tom alone entirely for him to acknowledge that she even existed outside of Mewni. He had been the one person she had reached out to during this time of readjustment. And all she had gotten back was radio silence. Normally, she was soft tempered and mannered. Though with Tom’s message came a seething hot anger that melted her entire being.

‘Stop trying to talk to me, Star. You’re no one now. Have a nice life. 

-Tom’

She was a no one? How could that even be possible? She was the one who gave up her queendome. She was the one whoo gave her kingdom back to Eclipsa. She was the one who was trying to make a difference with her magic and come back, ready to prove everyone wrong. Yet she was a no one now? Had everyone truly forgotten her and all she had done? Had her mother forgotten her? These were all questions that Star was yearning to ask. But instead she shoved her phone back in her pocket and proceeded to move on with her life. Maybe Swynlake really was her new home after all. Why even bother returning to Mewni if she was really a no one?

Slowly, she pulled her wand from its place in her bag. The light from the star on top illuminating her now saddened features. Star held it at arms length and watched it glow. Tilting her head ever so slightly, she didn't even hear the person trying to talk to her.

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Euphoria || Mike and Star

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Mike was toying with the end of his tie, rolling his finger in it as his anxiety spiked waiting for an answer while he tried not to cringe at his own idiotic babbling. It wasn’t going so well.  

The sound of her voice made him stop fidgeting and start paying attention to what she had to say rather than trying to distract himself away from it to save himself from his own embarrassment. She was apologizing to him and he felt all kinds of guilt, thinking that she would take that much responsibility for what had happened. 

He hesitated to accept her invitation, his eyes catching on the work in front of him. It would be easy to tell her no, to give himself more time to prepare to meet her in the real world. The excuses tangled on his tongue, fizzing against his teeth like carbonation, but he couldn’t get them out. All he could remember was hearing himself echoed in her own admissions of loneliness in the dream, and the words sank back into his chest. If that had translated from this world, if what had happened with her mom had been rooted in truth from reality then he could not leave her hanging.

Mike knew loneliness. It had followed him around his whole life until coming to Swynlake, where he had friends now. Far be it from him to prevent himself from gaining another, or being one to someone else who was in need. Especially if they were willing to reach out, the least he could do was the same. 

“You don’t have to apologize for something you did under some seriously messed up circumstances in a dream,” he replied, standing to start packing his things with his free hand. Mike paused after he shut his laptop. “I uh- okay, full disclosure. I would be down to meet, but um, I’m not 17? I’m 28, will be 29 in like a little more than a week….is that-? is that going to be awkward? I mean, more awkward than it’s probably already going to be, anyways.”  

Star knew that there was a chance that he would turn her down. She had prepared herself for that very real possibility There were things in the real world that were more concerning--more important--than that of seeing his friend he had only made in a dream. That was the thing about dreams. They had the possibility of being prophetic or of being a delusion. Like when she had dreamed that she was getting an ice cream and when she had woken up she was sadly mistaken. She chewed on the inside of her cheek mindlessly. Waiting to hear the answer she was sure that would follow her question.

Her eyes popped open at the sound of his voice. Of course she had to apologize. Guilt for what happened in their shared dream still riddled her body and mind. Star felt terrible and fresh tears sprung to her eyes. She nodded, though he couldn’t see her.

A laugh bubbled up within her. A smile blooming as she replayed his response in her head. 

“I’m not seventeen either,” she said, laughter still threaded in her voice, “I’m actually twenty-seven and will be twenty-eight this December. So, no I don’t think that will make it exponentially more awkward than it already will be.”

In her head, Star could see what he looked like. Or at least what the dream world Mike looked like. She titled her head to the side, blonde hair falling off her shoulder the way it had when they were crossing the sea of fire. Her fingers reached up to touch the portion of hair that been burned in the dream. Absently, she began brush her fingers through her hair. A mindless attempt to figure out where to go from here. Was she truly ready to see the one person who had been able to pull her from her crippling fear of her mother? Star thought so.

“So, I’ll meet you at Hatter’s Tea Shoppe? What time are you out of there...or--er--what time are you available?”

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Euphoria || Mike and Star

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Alright! So! Apparently there had been a whole other big dream sharing experience. And right before the start of the new semester when he was in the middle of getting everything ready for the students. Excellent timing, Swynlake, you really know how to stress out the guy who is constantly stressed out. 

It wasn’t that he had missed a day or time or that it had really been an inconvenience at all, it was more that it had messed with his mind. It was like a very weird, very messed up version of that Zac Efron movie 17 Again (2009). Which he did not appreciate because even in the Harry Potter version of the world, he had still been a loser. Although he had passed through several life threatening challenges, and gotten the girl in the end, so maybe it wasn’t all that bad. 

He had also met someone new. A girl with a name that sounded a little made up but then again it had been Harry Potter, and his last name was Wazowski so who was he to judge! Star Butterfly, who had saved his life and watched him fuck up and still stuck by his side. Until, well, they kinda fell apart at the end there, but he couldn’t blame her for that. He held no hard feelings about the whole thing but the more he thought about it the more she probably did. He had just left her there in the tunnels to fend for herself while he went ahead and took the Goblet and got the hell outta dodge. 

To be fair, he had been a moody little shit of a teenager. So, if anything, he just wanted to be able to find her and hand over a card with an apology. But he didn’t have time to go ask Perry if he could track her down for him, he still had to get his syllabuses written and put online and figure out where they were moving his classrooms to and a whole bunch of other stuff that came first. 

Also because he was scared of the rejection, but he was going to blame it on work. 

He was at his office when the phone rang. Leaning over awkwardly to pick it up off the receiver while he continued to read over an email from concerned students he answered, “Professor Wazowski, hello?”

This is Star, the voice on the phone replied and Mike looked up from his computer. He had a mild freak out, his free hand waving about as he tried to figure out what to do. Fuck, he was so not prepared.  

Say something, shit he needed to- “Star! Hi! Yeah, yeah, this is Mike. Wazowski. Mike Wazowski. I can’t believe you found me! Or even wanted to. What’s up, what’s going on? How are you?”  

So he was a professor in the real waking world. 

Star had no idea what she was going to do after this point. She hadn’t planned anything at all. Then again... Star didn’t ever plan anything in her life. Her breath caught in her throat as she opened her mouth to say something. Anything. But nothing came out and she began to panic inwardly. Tears sprung to her eyes as she replayed his response in her head. Mike sounded excited to hear from her. After the betrayal she had done in the dream she was surprised he even wanted to hear from her. If he had. How long had it been since she had spoken?

“Mike--,” she began brokenly, “I’m so sorry for thinking you turned on us. It was stupid of me and I should have known you wouldn’t do that. After what we went through together,” Star looked down at her ankles, twisting her feet inwardly, “Do--Would you want to meet for coffee?”

It seemed so odd to think of what they went through as a dream. It had seemed so real. Her eyes found her ankles again. Mind returning to when she had broken them in the dream. Now, they felt perfectly fine. Although they did seem to ache on the occasion since they had “woken up”. Star chewed on the inside of her cheek. Making it raw until she could taste the metallic tang of blood. She was anxious and scared of what the answer would be. Maybe reaching out to him was too much already. 

“I mean, I totally understand if you don’t,” she said with a sigh, “I was awful at the end.”

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Euphoria || Mike and Star

Everything had been a dream.

That very thought left Star feeling more hopeless than she had previously been. This alternate reality, or whatever you wanted to call it, was her shining hope that maybe she wasn’t a failure after all. Though her fears with how her mother views her was amplified. That was a reality she wanted to keep far away from her heart. Everything in that so-called dream had brought everything to the forefront of her mind. Her heart aching with the memory of seeing herself in the mirror and again at hearing her pretend mother’s word. But that wasn’t what hurt the most. 

In that dream she was a Champion. She was special. She was something. Now what was she? Yes, she had Mewni and her best friend and Tom. But did she really? Star had willingly given Mewni up and she hadn’t spoken to anyone other than Tom in the months since she had been there. Hell, even then it was going on day sixty-seven of not hearing from Tom. Even though she had left him at least seventeen messages. It had become increasingly clear that he didn’t want anything to do with Star anymore and the realization of that hurt almost more.

Star decided that since the whole town had the same dream and was recovering from it that she would head to her favorite place. The nearby park. So, she laid with her back pressed to the damp grass. Her long, blonde hair fanned out around her like a halo. Blue eyes watching the clouds as they passed over her. Star thought about everything that had happened in that dream. How she had nearly died. How she had faced not only her heart’s desire but her worst fear. But most importantly... How she had made a friend.

She closed her eyes against the light of the sky. Her mind racing back to how it had felt to have a friend. Mike had been there for her through it all. And she had been just the same. He had seen her cry more times than she cared to admit. But now it was all lost. All gone. Left to that of a distant memory that replayed in her mind like a broken record. Until she decided to look for proof. Star shot bolt upright. Her legs carrying her to the nearest phone book. Who even used these anymore? Until she found his name listed. Mike Wazowski. There he was.

Furiously, she flipped open her phone and began to dial the number in the book. Holding it to her ear and waiting impatiently as it rang. Once. Twice. Three times. There was an answer and Star’s eyes slamming shut as she struggled to keep her emotions--her hope--in check. There was still a chance that he didn’t want to be her friend anymore and all she would be left with was the distant memory of a dream that had given her more than she had in the waking world.

“Is--Is this Mike?” she said, trying so desperately for her voice not to betray her, “This is Star.”

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Star Butterfly -- Yule Ball Attire

Enchanted element: the design on her dress "sparkle" and "shine" as if they're coming off of the dress itself every time she takes a step.

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Star Butterfly-->Harry Potter AU Event Profile

Name: Star Aurealia Butterfly Blood Status: Halfblood School: Ilvermorny House: Pukwudgie Year: 7th Title(s) if any: Pukwudgie team beater Wand: 11.5  inches slightly springy, Thunderbird feather core and made of hawthorne Patronus (5th plus): A barn owl  Pet: A large, white barn owl named Dusk Three Best: Divination, potions and reading ancient runes                                    Three Worst: Transfiguration, Muggle Studies and Herbology                                Hogwarts, a Personal History: 

Her mother was young when she moved to the United States. Originally hailing from a long line of Pureblood royalty in Wales. Her mother was head girl and excelled in every subject in Hogwarts since she had arrived. But upon graduation, her mother left behind her Ravenclaw robes and left for America. Which was where she met her father; River, who happened to be a muggle. They were young and in love from the moment they met. Marrying as soon as they could and it didn't take long for them to conceive Star. Of course, they decided to raise her in the states and once she was old enough Star was accepted into Ilvermorny School of Wtchcraft and Wizardy. Here was where her mother thought she would be just like her. Only a Horned Serpent instead of Ravenclaw. After all, she had trained Star on magic since she was very young.

When Star was only three, she began showing signs of magic. Which was all very hush hush in the United States. Moon tried her hardest to keep her daughter's magic concealed and hidden. But Star was too powerful and her magic would cause outbursts throughout her childhood. Upon being accepted in Ilvermorny, it was thought that she would be just like her mother and finally excel in every subject. But she was quite the opposite. Star struggled in her studies that involved her wand and actual magic making. Only really excelling in the areas that she could use her hands and be physical with. Potions being her number one subject. While her father was proud of her no matter what she did, her mother refused to speak to her very often and often referred to her as a mistake, a hiccup and a failure.

While most children this would crush, it only served to push Star even harder in her studies. Wanting to finally prove her mother wrong and make her proud. Which was why she entered into the Magical Melee. Once she was chosen as champion it was over from there. Now was her time to shine. And shine she would.

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Once More With Feeling || Open

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In reply to her fascination with the forest’s offensive attack on the town he could only nod in confirmation, though he was slightly confused as to why she would question him. Was that something people would lie about? He knew there were rather unsavory people in the world but this didn’t seem like the situation in which someone would lie about that sort of thing. 

It also gave him insight into how long this young woman had been in town, how in touch she was with its history. Meaning she had been here less then a year and not long enough to have learned the history of it. Or perhaps she just didn’t care enough to research the place she had chosen to inhabit. 

Though he was positively delighted to watch her perform magic. It was beautiful, although it lacked practice. But that was why she was here, so he could hardly judge her for that. He tilted his head back to watch the fireworks with a large grin.

“There you are! Wonderful. Well done,” Martin said, looking back down at her. “Did you do anything different between that one and the last?” 

Praise was something that Star thrived on. Her round face lighting up as soon as they hit her ears. But then it died. Her light fading just as quickly as it had came. Had she done something different than she had before? It was a thought she hadn’t really came across until now. Star had just sort of thrust herself into her magic without a thought as to what was actually going into it. 

Pursing her lips into a thin line, Star thought about everything Glossaryck had told her. Maybe it was a mistake not telling anyone but Tom where she was going. After all, it was clear that the blonde still needed guidance. While she had come such a long ways from where she was... It was obvious that Star needed help.

“I’m not sure,” she said, her voice going soft, “I know that it works better, the magic is stronger, when emotions are involved. Maybe I was feeling something I wasn’t before and just didn’t know it.”