Mostly Ghostly

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Trick of the Eye || Open

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frostskader‌:

“It is.” Peri agreed though she was more curious about the girl now. “I’m sorry you don’t remember anything.” Peri wasn’t quite sure if she could help that. The last time she had tied to selfishly help herself she had chosen the wrong option.

“Have you gone to the hospital? Have you maybe been to the hospital or anything? They maybe could help?” Maybe Minnie had heard of a missing girl. Or even Woody.

They smiled softly. Not knowing where they came from was more of an irritation than anything else nowadays. Instead, they focused on trying to remember who they were and what had happened to them. That way at least they had a little more sense of purpose and self than just that they were seemingly dead. Though when the girl mentioned going to the hospital a sense of uneasiness flooded them. Zero pressed their lips into a hard line, not sure whether to startle this girl with the details of what they were.

But as they looked at their feet, they saw that their time with this girl was limited. All it took was for her to glance down and she would be alarmed. Possibly even frightened at what was happening. Zero sighed, deciding to divulge just a bit of information.

“I don’t think anything the hospital could do would help,” they sighed, “You see, I’m not entirely alive.”

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Trick of the Eye || Open

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bbambi-deerest‌:

Bambi felt his throat tighten with grief. It was not so hard to shift some of his grief to this person. He had an excess of it. It flowed out of him and he didn’t think that he would ever run out. So, he was fine with sharing some of it. Not that he had a choice. They said they were dead and Bambi couldn’t help the pity that stirred in his heart.

It made him not want to look at them, like they were the sun–burning him all the way through.

He did drop his eyes, for a moment, as if he was giving them privacy. 

When they introduced themselves, he looked back up.

“Oh, uhm–I’m–” the Great Prince. No, Bambi didn’t know if he would ever be able to introduce himself like that. He had a name, after all. One his mother had given him, one his father had called him.

“I’m Bambi.”

A beat.

“I’m…sorry you’re–dead.”

Another glance at their hands and Zero saw that they were reappearing. He had another strong emotion washing over the both of them. Wrapping itself around them like a warm blanket and welcoming Zero back into the living world. Of course, this was as close to being alive again that they would ever be. They knew that. Death was finite and though they got the privilege of experiencing things that the living got to endure--they would never actually be that way again.

Zero smiled softly at the boy. Wanting to make him feel more at peace with their situation--their fate--the way that they were. Death, while sometimes frustrating, was not so bad.

“Bambi,” they repeated, committing it to memory in a sense, “That’s a lovely name. Reminds me of spring time,” they paused, a soft laugh escaping them as the boy apologized, “It’s quite okay. I have come to accept my circumstances long ago and cannot remember anything of how it happened or why. It doesn’t burden me anymore the way it used to so please don’t let it burden you.” 

[mostly-ghostt]

Trick of the Eye || Open

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frostskader‌:

“Not this one, but one none the less.” Hollows were all unique but the forest all had similar traits. Enchantra was different in its own. Never had she been in a place where the forest had been closed off to the town for so long.

“Where are you from? Swynlake? The forest?” Peri questioned trying to maybe offer some help. She wasn’t sure if the girl sounded lost or hopeless or even just indifferent. Peri couldn’t imagine forgetting where she had come from.

“I don’t actually know,” they admitted.

Zero had spent so much time here that it was a question which came first; Zero or the town. They looked away. For years, they had remained in the shadows and never branched away from the comfort of their solitude. Never really questioning where they had come from and taking comfort in the one thing they had remembered from their old life. It followed them everywhere now. Both the soft scent of lavender and the reminder that that was all they had to hold on to.

“I’ve been here for years but I can’t actually remember if I’m from here or somewhere else. Everything is a mystery to me,” they said, furrowing their brow in--in what? Embarrassment? Confusion? Both? “Having a forest for a home must be so nice. Calming.”

[mostly-ghostt]

Trick of the Eye || Open

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bbambi-deerest‌:

Bambi’s brows furrowed more. He tilted his head as he regarded this person. This…spectre.

He didn’t have much experience with ghosts, besides knowing they were real. And he knew they were real because he’d seen one before–his mother. It was how he knew she was actually dead. She’d come to him when the veil had been torn between worlds and she’d cupped his cheek and brushed his hair and told him not to worry. 

But she had been dead.

Was this person dead? 

Bambi felt his heart pang, though he was still confused. Only mediums could see ghosts, right? He didn’t actually know the specifics of it–he, for not the first time in the last few months, wanted to call Callie and ask. She would know the answer. Callie knew the answer to all things magical and mysterious. 

Instead, he just took a step forward. “You–are–you a ghost?” 

Zero smiled at the question. Not really knowing the answer themselves. What they did know for certain was that they were dead and that sometimes they could be both visible and tangible to others. That in order to be those things that it required the other person to have a strong emotion or feeling present. As for why these things were true? Zero hadn’t really thought of it. Never really questioned their being as it were. Merely going along with it for the ride and trying to find answers about who they had been previously while they were at it. But right now they didn’t know how to answer this boy. They didn’t know what they were.

“I guess so,” they said, holding their hands in front of them, “I know that I am dead and that I have been for many years. Maybe even centuries. But that is all I know.”

A curious expression passed their features as Zero looked back up at the boy. Their smile still etched across their face.

“I am Zero,” they said.

[mostly-ghostt]

Trick of the Eye || Open

[mostly-ghostt]

bbambi-deerest‌:

Why was a good question.

Why was because the forest was dangerous. Why was because humans had made the forest a dangerous place. Why was because his father was dead and Bambi had a blackness in his heart that choked him, that blamed humans. That blamed those who were, probably, not to blame. He didn’t need to explain this to whoever this was. He could build the forest up behind him like a wall. He could cover it in thorns. He could make it poisonous. 

He did not want to do this. He did not want to do anything but lay down and never get up again. 

Bambi was about to open his mouth and give an explanation–voice soft and exhausted. But, then–the person held up their hands and he could almost see through them. The surprise spiked through him.

“Your hands!” 

There was a flash of tangibility as another emotion flowed through the air. Though that too was short lived. It wasn’t there long enough for them to remain visible. Zero nodded at the boy’s declaration and placed their arms back at their side. A heavy sigh passed through their lips as they glanced and saw that their torso was now losing tangibility as well. There was no staying here for long. At least not that this boy could see. For all he would know they could have ran off after this encounter. But Zero had planned to slip back into the throng of the forest as soon as they were gone.

“It happens,” they said with a meek smile, “Eventually I’ll slip away.”

It was not something anyone should say so casually. Though for someone like Zero they were quite used to this. Not so much disappearing before others, however. They had always managed to “sense” when they were losing their tangibility before it actually happened. Able to slip away before actually slipping away before their eyes. This was a new situation for them and Zero had not one idea how to approach it.

[naturessoleil-blog]

Dreams || Kindred Spirits

While Soleil had been doing her best to keep her time in town limited, it was harder than it had been. There was the flower shoppe that Flower had all but entrusted to her, Greg and his shoppe, and just Greg in general. The fact she wanted to keep avoiding running into Cornelia had to come second to her other responsibilities. Even if she really did not want to see the other girl.

It had been– Well, it’d been exciting when she’d gotten the first text message from Corny. She had missed her dear friend and it had hurt when she’d left without word. And then Cornelia had saved her after the earthquake and she’d thought maybe. Even if the other had left her in the hospital, again without a word of goodbye. The whole dream had given her hope once again with how things with her and Cornelia could be.

And then every text for a week went ignored and Soleil felt her heart breaking all over again.

So she stuck to the forest, aiding in the transition from summer to fall and preparing herself for the coming winter. It’d never been an easy season for her; though she didn’t feel the typical drain of her power that she normally did. 

It was where she was when she a flutter of a shadow passed her vision on the outskirts of the forest. Ever curious, the Sprite moved forward towards it. “Hello! No one will hurt you here. Who are you? Don’t hide, we’re all friends in the forest.”

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[mostly-ghostt]

Restless as always, they never did stay in the dorms for long. While being tangible meant that there was more of a chance that they would remember something. It also meant that they would grow very tired and lethargic when it was over. This was why when most students were studying inside their rooms and getting ready for bed, Zero would slip out, almost unseen by most. Leaving their bag of notes among other things laying strung out on their bed. After all, did the dead really sleep? 

Once out in the grounds, they would slip peacefully into their natural state. Being transparent meant that most ignored them or thought them a wisp of rain and cold air that had suddenly washed over. Once transparent, they would often leave their shoes on a nearby bench on the grounds before proceeding to walk to the place they felt most at peace. The forest was always a place that had called to Zero. At least it had in their passing and in their days since waking.

Zero stuck to the outskirts mainly. Not wanting to disturb any creatures or beings that lived there. Only wanting a moment among nature where they felt like maybe they could truly forget everything. Where they didn’t feel the heavy burden of not knowing your true self. Where none of that really mattered.

Though, then, they heard a voice call to them.

Curiosity peaked and Zero found themselves yearning for true friendship. Someone that they could open up to about their troubles. Both past and present related. It got the better of them.

“Um, hello,” they called, peeking through the trees, “I’m sorry if I disturbed you. I didn’t mean to. Was only passing by.”

[mostly-ghostt]

Trick of the Eye || Open

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frostskader‌:

Peri wasn’t working all night tonight, in fact she was doing the healthy thing where she stopped in, double checked everyone was good before heading off. Maybe it wasn’t so healthy considering you know she still had to stop in. But come on Pixies and Sunburst were right beside one another, how could she not stop in after work.

But now she was heading home before the curfew because she at least had to somewhat keep it up. At some points. When it worked for her. Walking by the forest wondering when it would be the paths opened up.

Lost in her mind as she paused just where she could enter and head into the hollow she jumped at the voice holding her hand to her chest.

“Just the forest I guess?” Peri questioned twisting around. She hadn’t heard any footsteps. “Home away from home.”

Zero giggled quietly to themselves. Always finding it a little amusing when they were able to sneak up on others like this. They turned their eyes back to the trees that had kept them hidden and wrapped around them like a blanket. Forests had become sort of a safety blanket since they had come to Swynlake. Never truly leaving until dawn when the other inhabitants stared to stir and forcing them to retreat back to the dorms where they should have been all night. Though Zero never had anyone pass them like this before. 

“You grew up in a forest?” they asked softly, “That must had been an interesting experience.”

Without looking at the woman next to them, Zero closed their eyes. Trying to remember something--anything--about where they might have grown up. But, as always, nothing came. They opened their eyes, now saddened after their attempt. Zero looked, finally, at the blonde. Whose hair shone in the moonlight like faerie lights in the night.

“I don’t remember anything about where I grew up,” folding their arms over their chest, it was more of a statement that they mad to themselves rather than anyone else.

[mostly-ghostt]

Trick of the Eye || Open

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bbambi-deerest‌:

Bambi was not the person who had walked by. No, that person had gone off around the bend of the trees. Those trees that had whispered to Bambi of an unusual magic in the forest. They didn’t think it was harmful, but it was powerful and felt angry.

So, he was here to investigate.

He was surprised, however, to find a young person. A young person who didn’t look strange or like someone who radiated power. However, he supposed the same could be said about him. He could gesture with a hand and wrap this person with roots and vines and branches but did not look like he could do anything to anyone. 

He wasn’t going to do that. 

Instead, he just tilted his head a little, trying to figure out what to say.

“The forest isn’t welcome to visitors,” was what came out of his mouth, even though the words made him frown. They weren’t exactly what he wanted to get across. But, he didn’t want to scare someone off by saying the forest was dangerous–that wouldn’t help anything. 

“I’m here to see you on your way.”

Not welcome to visitors?

Zero furrowed their brow before turning their gaze back to the forest. They couldn’t understand why it wouldn’t be. They let their body begin to sway in time with the breeze. Their eyes falling shut with the soothing motion. Surely, they looked mad. But that was something that Zero never cared to worry about. With a soft sigh, they opened their eyes to looked at the boy to their side. A look of pure confusion stretching over their face.

“But why?” they asked softly.

Their voice carried in the wind. Like a whisper. 

“It’s been ever so nice late at night,” they cast another look at the leaves of the trees that had tickled their arms at they had walked by, “The outskirts is my favorite place, though.”

At that last declaration, Zero frowned. Why would someone be sent to remove them? They weren’t a threat at all. Not that they could be. Then, slowly, they began to lose their tangibility. Raising their hands in front of them, Zero gave a heavy sigh. Hanging their head in defeat. This boy’s emotions were not strong enough to keep them going for very long.

[mostly-ghostt]

Through the Looking Glass || Open

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enthusiasticclouds-sally‌:

I chose the name myself.

That left Sally rather… perplexed for lack of a better word, but soon that feeling of bafflement faded to pure curiosity. Zero was unlike anyone Sally has met before. The fact that she couldn’t read, or gain any explicit emotion from them only amplified the ginger’s curiosity.

See, Sally felt and knew the exact emotions of everyone. Those of the living, and those of the dead. With Zero, it was something that she couldn’t even… name.

It made Sally wonder if she would be able to see anything about Zero through a vision, but it wasn’t like that was a normal question to just pop up and ask a stranger. Even if she may be able to, was it a smart idea to place herself in such a predicament? Sally knew nothing of Zero’s past, or future what she could potentially see could wane and hurt her more than it would be worth.

That was the tricky thing about curiosity. It was an itchy monster raging for answers at whatever the cost may be.

“I was never able to have a pet when I was younger… My father was… strict. I lived a rather secluded lifestyle back then. Salene is my first.”  

Sally smiled at the watching Salene enjoy the attention that she was receiving and although the scene was a pleasant one it didn’t help to soothe the gnawing curiosity within her.

“I’m sorry but… you chose your name?”

Ah, there it was.

Though Zero knew that they had brought this on themselves. Not that it was a burden or anything. Just something they knew to be true. Without looking away from the pup, Zero smiled as they thought of how to begin their story. Or at least what they knew of it. 

“One day I woke up and had no memory of my life,” she said plainly, as they had just been asked how they were doing, “I had no memory of my name, where I was from, where I was; nothing at all. So I made my own name and I’ve been Zero ever since.”

That was the shortened version. There would be another time and place for her story. But now was not it. 

[mostly-ghostt]

Trick of the Eye || Open

Nightfall had always been their favorite time of day. It was when everything had always seemed to settle down in town. It was when a sort of hush whispered throughout the area. It was when they remembered smelling the calming scent of lavender. Which was the only link they still had to their past. The only thing they could remember For now. It was this time when Zero found that they liked to take a walk around town and really admire their surroundings. Even though they had been there for some time Swynlake never ceased to amaze them.

Slowly swaying as they walked along the outskirts of the forest. They didn’t worry about becoming tangible or whether or not they could be seen. Whether or not their classmates would recognize them. Nightfall was the one time where Zero felt truly at peace with the world. But then they heard a voice coming their way. Maybe it was even calling to them. Zero couldn’t tell. All they did was simply walk into the forest. Hoping that if they had been seen that it appeared that they had simply vanished. 

They waited until whoever it had been walked passed them. Hiding behind a tree as they waited. Then as the passerby walked passed them--Zero walked out. Feeding off the confusion that they perhaps felt and allowing themselves to become tangible. Placing their hands on their hips in mock confusion. 

“Whatcha looking at?” they asked innocently.

[mostly-ghostt]

Through the Looking Glass || Open

[mostly-ghostt]

enthusiasticclouds-sally‌:

Zero, that was an interesting name. It was certainly not a name Sally has heard before and she liked it. 

It was also a name that has yet to cross any of her visions. 

It was strange, but with the way her magic has been morphing lately, Sally could meet a person and suddenly gain knowledge of them that she has never known before. Often times, it came with whitening of her eyes, other times the information simply formed in her mind.  

This time, Sally hadn’t received anything and that usually only happened with the dead, but this girl was alive. She was standing right in front of Sally in the flesh and smiling. 

“I like your name. I don’t think I’ve met a Zero before.” 

Speaking of the dead, there went Salene rolling around the ground, innocently playing, but unbeknownst to her, she was bothering a ghost. Sally slapped her knee, calling her Dalmation out. 

“Salene, come here. You’re rolling through Miss Elizabeth and she’s getting annoyed.” 

Immediately, Salene responded and happily walked to sit on her hind legs next to Sally. “Sorry about that…” The ginger said, now placing her attention back on Zero. “This is Salene by the way.” 

“Thank you,” they said with a small smile, “I chose the name myself.”

Zero could tell that there was something in Sally that was curious about them. That they yearned to know what was “special” about them. After all, they held themselves a different way and they were certain that there was different sense about them. Other they had came in contact with always seemed to be at least a little curious about them. Asking questions like where they had came from and things of that nature. But Zero only gave them little details about themselves. Never revealing too much. They expected that eventually Sally would ask the same of them. And when the time came they were prepared with answers.

Their eyes followed to where the dog had ran off to. A small laugh bubbling up from them. Being of both the living and of the dead led to advantages. They could see the Miss Elizabeth that no one else could. Though they said nothing. Instead, they knelt down as the dog came to sit next to Sally. Extending their hand palm up so that the dog could get her scent and decide whether or not to let them pet her head.

“Hey there,” she said softly as she did so, “She’s very sweet. I never had any pets or animals that I remember growing up.”

This wasn’t a lie. Zero had no memory of whether or not they were allowed a pet in the house. They had no memory of their childhood at all. Except for the smell of lavender. That was something they could remember vividly.

[mostly-ghostt]

Through the Looking Glass || Open

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enthusiasticclouds-sally‌:

While the stranger was smiling meekly at Sally and speaking to her, the ginger was still trying to figure out exactly why the presence of this stranger felt so different from everyone else the redhead has encountered. 

And that was a lot as Sally has encountered many living people as well as dead ones. 

The emotions here…. they felt off. They felt like a mixture of something Sally couldn’t place her finger on. In normal circumstances, she would’ve placed a mental wall to block from senses another’s emotions, but in this case, she was allowing them to flow freely to try and figure things out.

Of course, Sally collected herself because she realized that studying features on one’s face must be rude. (Look, she lived a lock sheltered life normal social rules were still something Sally was getting used to)

“Oh… sorry, but I’m glad that you said something before I toppled over you… I umm I probably would have.” Sally had two left feet. “Not intentionally… I can be a bit klutzy but, I’m Sally by the way… I don’t think we’ve met before?” 

There was something there. Something in the recesses of their memory that they could almost touch. Something that was almost to the forefront of their mind. They could almost remember something. Almost. It was driving Zero mad as they furrowed their brow trying to reach and pull it to the front of their mind. Something about this stranger made them able to almost remember their past. It wasn’t much. It was more than likely somewhere along the lines of the lavender that they remembered some time ago. But it was something nonetheless and that was better that what they had. Which was nothing.

“No,” they said, standing from their position on the grass, “I don’t believe we  have. It’s nice to meet you, Sally. I’m Zero.”

Whatever it was about Sally that caused them to be able to nearly touch this memory... Zero wanted to remain around her. Just in case that they needed a little bit longer in order to reach this memory.

[jacquescrevette]

Something Good | Open

It was time. Jacques had scrounged and saved up…well sort of. He’d saved up a little so that he might just go back to the town where he’d been the happiest once. His father had expressed some concern, but oh well. Jacques had a great feeling about it. He’d return to town and he’d do some good, and all would be well.

He’d even started off with a good song, as nothing made a return to town better than with a peppy bright song to start the day. Headphones in, he started making his way down main street. “Woke up this mornin’ feelin’ fineee, there’s somethin special on my mind….” He sort of did a shimmy twirl around and then continued on his way. Herman’s Hermits brought a fun energy to his day. As did most music really.

“Somethin’ tells me I’m into something good,” the song played and he bobbed his head enthusiastically, spreading his arms out as if to further the dance, and then realizing that he spread them so fast and abruptly that he…hit someone in the face. “Oh! Oh pardon!” He paused the music, quickly turning to face the person. “If it really stings I can fix that?” Though he doubted he could have injured anyone to the point of bleeding with a accidental smack.

[mostly-ghostt]

High energy was all around since the end of that dream. It had lasted for a full week and everyone was all in a tizzy about the town wide shared dream. All except for Zero. They had been made a ghost in that reality and had kept to themselves in a tower. Watching as the town dissolved into an unknown reality where nothing was what it seemed. All this energy had made it increasingly easy for Zero to become tangible at random moments. Appearing in thin air from nowhere and disappearing the next. This caused several people to become alarmed.

It was in one of these random moments that Zero had been smacked in the face. Only meaning to pass by without being notice. Though, again, with the high energy they had become tangible in the most inopportune moment. Zero blinked as the person had realized what had happened. Rubbing their face--their nose really--with their fingertips. A shy smile pulling at the corners of their lips.

“It’s fine, really,” they said with a light laugh, “Though you might want to check the surrounding area next time you want to break into dance.”

[mostly-ghostt]

Zero Hallows–>Harry Potter AU Event Profile

Name: Zero Flora Hallows Blood Status: Pureblood School: Hogwarts House: Ravenclaw Year: NA (they’re a ghost) Title(s) if any: Ravenclaw Ghost Wand: 12 inches unyielding, dragon heart string core and made of oak Patronus (5th plus): A gazelle Pet: A black munchkin cat named Cleopatra (Cleo for short) Three Best: Defense Against the Dark Arts, Muggle Studies and Herbology          Three Worst: Arithmacy, Charms and Care of Magical Creatures                          Hogwarts, a Personal History:

When they were alive, they were the brightest witch of their age. Always earned top marks in all their classes and was a star student. The only child of a Pureblood family, they were always regarded as a gift. Their mother was a soft spoken woman and began teaching them magic at a young age. Zero began to learn the ins and outs of magic along with the dos and donts. They were very well versed by the time they became of age. Raised by a mother who loved muggles and a father who saw them as nothing more than a nuisance. He tried as hard as he could to impart his views on his child. But Zero took after their mother more than anything. In life, they were kind and patient and loved by many. Once they were sorted into Ravenclaw it was clear that they were destined for greatness.

But by the time they turned eighteen and just out of Hogwarts... A tragedy struck. Their mother had been murdered by what was claimed to be a group of muggles. However, they remained skeptical of the answers they were given. Living life with their father was no picnic and Zero was a defiant young woman. Their father began to get belligerent with them in every fight. Coming closer and closer to bringing them to their violent end. After several months of this back and forth their time came. One fight led to their father having enough of their child's smart mouth and inevitably killed them. Now, they roam the halls of the school the loved so much and have been donned as the Ravenclaw ghost. Though rumors fly about hot they met their end. Sometimes Zero agrees with whatever is said. Sometimes they come up with something outrageous.

It's a mystery.  

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[mostly-ghostt]

Out & About || Soleil&You

Zero: why can't you?

Zero: wait... who is this again? i should have saved this number

Soleil: because it is closed to the town

Soleil: this is Soleil!!

Zero: Sol! of course! i knew i should have saved your number immediately

Zero: hmm, i'm sure we can think of a way around that

[mostly-ghostt]

Through the Looking Glass || Open

[mostly-ghostt]

miss-marian‌:

Marian had been hovering for a little while, watching the pages flip on her once-favoured book. As a child she’d had her own, dog eared and eaten by time. It had once been her mother’s - though she’d never imagined her mother had ever had that enough personality to actually enjoy it. But, she grew up and she’d learned things and she’d felt a lot less comfortable leafing through the pages when she’d known the darker layer behind the tale.

Of course, she didn’t like to ruin things. And she wouldn’t, it couldn’t be ruined unless the other person let it. Even so the insatiable need to impart knowledge, discuss, debate, buzzed under her skin, until she flopped on the grass beside the reader and flicked her pale face to the sky.

“I just-” She turned her head back to the stranger. “It’s such a shame Lewis Carroll was a paedophile. It rather ruins all of the fun, don’t you think?”

“Oh absolutely,” they said in agreement.

Over the time that they had been, well, the way they are, Zero had spent much time reading and rereading their favorites. This being one of them. With reading came the sheer curiosity about the authors. Though that often didn’t ruin the story for them. Much like when they had read the Twilight series when it had been a big to do. They may not have been a big fan of the message behind the book or the author herself. But they did enjoy the journey that Bella had embarked on. So far, the only book that had been totally ruined was Fifty Shades of Gray. 

“Especially the deeper you get into the story. Though at least in those times it wasn’t frowned upon like it is nowadays,” they said closing the book, it had been a long while since they had had a good discussion like this.