Wave Goodnight to Me

Hey, I'm Mags. I'm 18. I’m a senior at Degrassi Community School. I'm really weird, and I'm a bit of a dork. That's about it.

[mags-nordskov]

Mags sat behind the counter of their mother’s book store. It wasn’t a bad way for them to make money, by any means. The store specialized in New Age and Occult literature and also sold things like candles, gem stones, tarot cards, and the like. Most of the time, Mags was just behind the counter with a book, at least when the store was quiet as it had been then.

They heard the door open and looked up to see a face that was at least somewhat familiar. “Welcome, welcome.” They greeted, giving the person a knowing smile. “Let me know if I can help you find anything.”

[lexiexoliver]

mags-nordskov

Mags had half-expected Anya’s reaction. Gotta keep up appearances and all. Anya’s eyes widening, however, wasn’t lost on them. Mags walked backward, keeping pace with Anya as she pulled them a safe distance away from anyone who might hear them. Mags was slightly taken aback by the abruptness of Anya’s question.

“Well right now, I want you to unclench your asshole, because I’m not going to tell anyone. Seriously…” Mags looked around to make sure they were still alone. “I enjoy larping with you, and I really don’t see how blackmailing you isn’t going to make that awkward.” They shrugged. “I just thought you should know in case you were worried or something.”

Anya’s body relaxed the more the other spoke. She stayed alert in case anyone were to see her, coming up with excuses in her head as why she was in hallway alone with Mags, flipping her hair to the side. 

“Okay, maybe not but watch your tone. People don’t tell me what to do so I’m certainly not going to take that tone from you.” The brunette rolled her eyes before giving a nod. “Wait, you’re not? I would’ve expected otherwise.” She let out sigh of relief before whispering. “Thank you.”

[mags-nordskov]

Mags raised an eyebrow in response to Anya’s command. “Yeah, I’m sure you don’t.” They responded flatly, just wanting to get back to the conversation at hand. “I mean, blackmailing you to get popular friends or whatever would be a super high school thing to do, but it’s not really my thing.”

They were glad to see the genuine look of relief on Anya’s face. “Hey, don’t mention it.” Mags whispered in return. “I won’t if you won’t, anyway, and hey, if for some reasons it does get out, I’ll put in a good word with the nerds for you.” They said half jokingly, giving Anya a wink.

[mags-nordskov]

It had been about a week since the party at Jake’s cabin, and, despite all of the drama that had been the center of many a discussion at school. It was Anya McPherson, the girl Mags had met at the party that had never been far from their thoughts. Mags had known her from somewhere, but where it was had been plaguing them. Could it have been an old school, or maybe one of the clubs? It wasn’t until they started looking through pictures on the Facebook page for the larp group the played with that they saw a picture of her from an event.

The very next day, Mags approached Anya the first opportunity they saw her in the halls between classes. “Oh hey, Anya.” Mags said, calmly walking toward her in the busy hallway. “Can we talk for a few minutes? It’s about that assignment we’re doing for history. You know, the one about Medieval Europe.” They explained cryptically, hoping that Anya would catch on.

@sincerely-anya

[mags-nordskov]

Mags had half-expected Anya’s reaction. Gotta keep up appearances and all. Anya’s eyes widening, however, wasn’t lost on them. Mags walked backward, keeping pace with Anya as she pulled them a safe distance away from anyone who might hear them. Mags was slightly taken aback by the abruptness of Anya’s question.

“Well right now, I want you to unclench your asshole, because I’m not going to tell anyone. Seriously...” Mags looked around to make sure they were still alone. “I enjoy larping with you, and I really don’t see how blackmailing you isn’t going to make that awkward.” They shrugged. “I just thought you should know in case you were worried or something.”

[mags-nordskov]

It had been about a week since the party at Jake’s cabin, and, despite all of the drama that had been the center of many a discussion at school. It was Anya McPherson, the girl Mags had met at the party that had never been far from their thoughts. Mags had known her from somewhere, but where it was had been plaguing them. Could it have been an old school, or maybe one of the clubs? It wasn’t until they started looking through pictures on the Facebook page for the larp group the played with that they saw a picture of her from an event.

The very next day, Mags approached Anya the first opportunity they saw her in the halls between classes. “Oh hey, Anya.” Mags said, calmly walking toward her in the busy hallway. “Can we talk for a few minutes? It’s about that assignment we’re doing for history. You know, the one about Medieval Europe.” They explained cryptically, hoping that Anya would catch on.

@sincerely-anya

[touchofgrace]

Mostly because I’m stubborn, I think I’ve mastered getting up stairs while using crutches. I’ve also mastered my glare for anyone who laughs at me when I take a misstep.

[mags-nordskov]

Nice. Has it gotten anyone to piss their pants yet, or is it still just making people hurriedly avoid eye contact?

[ollicsparks-deactivated20201121]

mags-nordskov·:

“I mean, I was planning on getting stoned and playing video games, but something tells me you’re feeling a bit more ambitious.”

“well, kinda, but really, i just wanna get away from my house. d’ya want some company?” 

[mags-nordskov]

“Sure, if you like either of those things, you’re more than welcome to join me.”

[ollicsparks-deactivated20201121]

“okay, so, real talk. what kinda trouble are we gonna get into tonight?” 

[mags-nordskov]

“I mean, I was planning on getting stoned and playing video games, but something tells me you’re feeling a bit more ambitious.”

[lexiexoliver]

mags-nordskov

“I mean, you look like someone who’s been here longer than me.” Mags shrugged before walking off. They stopped for just a second after a few steps and walked backward, looking at the girl inquisitively. “I know you from somewhere.” Mags said, pointing at her with the hand still holding the whiskey bottle.

“That doesn’t mean that I am in charge of everything that comes into the room.” She spoke, her gaze pointed away from the girl spoke. Anya’s eyes widened as the girl said she noticed her. She knew exactly where from, but she’d never want anyone else to actually know about that. “Well, I am Anya Macpherson. Popular girl at Degrassi. Everyone knows me.” She played it cool.

[mags-nordskov]

“No no no...” Mags started just before Anya finished speaking. “I mean yes, look at you. You’re clearly popular, but that’s not where I know you from.” They stared at her for a few seconds, their eyes squinting, shaking their hand with its pointer finger still extended as if that would jog their memory. “I just don’t remember. Give it time. It’ll come to me.” They walked off to find a place to set the alcohol they brought down.

[lexiexoliver]

mags-nordskov

“Yeah, actually…” Mags said holding up a six-pack and a bottle of whiskey. “Know where I’m supposed to put these?”

“I don’t know. Do I look like the host of this gathering?” She asked with the raise of a brow. “I’m sure wherever you put them, people are going to drink it. So it doesn’t really matter, does it?”

[mags-nordskov]

“I mean, you look like someone who’s been here longer than me.” Mags shrugged before walking off. They stopped for just a second after a few steps and walked backward, looking at the girl inquisitively. “I know you from somewhere.” Mags said, pointing at her with the hand still holding the whiskey bottle.

[lexiexoliver]

Anya sat down on a bench in the cabin helping herself to one of the veggie trays. ““Can I help you?” She asked as she felt someone behind her.

[mags-nordskov]

“Yeah, actually...” Mags said holding up a six-pack and a bottle of whiskey. “Know where I’m supposed to put these?”

[mags-nordskov]

adamtorress‌:

“Well I’m still sorry.” Adam offered a friendly smile. “I do, grade ten. I’m Adam Torres, nice to meet you,” he extended his hand, offering a shake.

“Likewise, Adam.” They said shaking his hand and returning his grin. “Mags Nordskov.” It was a simple introduction. “So, never been to a school as cliquey as Degrassi. Any tips for surviving?” They asked, half-jokingly.

[adamtorress]

“Oh god, I’m sorry, I need to watch where i’m going.”

[mags-nordskov]

“It’s okay. I could’ve been paying more attention myself.” They looked at the smaller boy. “Hey, you go to Degrassi, right? I haven’t been there for very long, but I think I’ve seen you around.”