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Updated: November 24th, 2024
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Bridgehid
Bridgehid Secrets Ao3 and Wattpad | Bridgehidien Forest Ao3 and Wattpad | Brier's Three Ao3 and Wattpad
Bridgehid Secrets {Side A}🩸Ⓜ️📚🐌🏁
On their sixteenth birthday, orphan, Rowan King, is finally but in the care of their foster parents, Indigo, and Calvin Bookstone-Corals. While deciding to enroll at Bridgehid College for Magic and Alchemy Rowan, they discover that they there lost memories of childhood maybe connect to the hallowed institution.
Welcome Home | Returning | Class Morganite | Semester One | The Bridgehidien Ball | Rainy Days | Blackout | Family Dinner | Sneaking Around | The Gladiolus Festival | Healing Pools | Echoes | Down Tower | Until the Marigolds Bloom
Bridgehidien Forest {Side B} 🩸Ⓜ️📚🐌🧸
Now enjoying summer break with their friends, Rowan meets Estelle Venus a young girl their age that seems to be holding something against them. However, Rowan had no idea who Estelle is or what they done to her if they had done anything at all.
Summer June |
Brier's Three {Side C} 🩸Ⓜ️📚🐌🧸
On Marquis Island, there is something afoot causing many of Bridgehid College's healthiest students fall drained of any ability to perform magic or alchemy. The Bookstone-Corals children, Aurora, Alexandria, and Finnegan, take it upon themselves to figure out what is going on.
Raining Academics | Photogenic
Indigo and Calvin: Faithed EncountersⓂ️| Never🧸 | Cold Comfort 🩸🧸| Bloody Knuckles 🍰🧸| Black Satin, Purple Lipstick, & 8-o-Clock Dinner 💋🧸 | Their Northern Lights 🩸🍰| White Chocolate & Nutmeg🧸| Almost Caught 🍰Ⓜ️🧸 | Early Morning 🍰🧸| A Husband's Concern 🩸🍰 | Christmas Morning 🎄🧸🍰 | Hair and Statues 🧸🍰 | Sweet Spring 🍰🧸 | Keen Eye Ⓜ️🩸🧸🍰 | Bits of Patience 💋🧸 | Silence 🩸| Poisoned Coffee 🍰🧸
Others: Office Talk 🍰🩸 | Pride 🩸| Ceirse, Miel, and Trickster Ⓜ️🧸 | Gloves 🩸🧸🍰 | Embrasser les mains 🧸🍰
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Hallows
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Hallow Academy Ⓜ️⚠️🩸📚🧸🐌
After a violent incident at a summer party, Amora Seawright is sent to Hallows Academy, a known school for troubled teens, by her mother. In a series of strange events, Amora acquires psychic abilities to commune with the deceased and unearth a rabbit hole incidents that she never wanted to become a part of.
Orientation | Favorite Subjects ⚠️ | The Dead Man | A Scholar's Rotunda | Overcast Coastline | The Chase | Snooze
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Purus Sanguis* 🩸Ⓜ️⚠️📚🧸
*Because Purus Sanguis has extremely explicit references and themes the series has its own separate Masterlist.
The Necromancer's Wife
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A Collection of oneshots about an old necromancer and his rich painter Wife
Leneree, Leneree, what were your favorite scenes in Bridgehid Secrets?!?!
Hey! Favorite scenes! I love the whole thing so it was hard to chose but here’s a top 3.
1. Elias trying to stop Rowan from going to find Duke:
We all knew that he couldn’t stop them but he had to try. It was sweet and sort of sad.
2. The hospital bed confession scene:
The moment where they finally confessed! It was what we all were waiting for (besides the big battle, Rowan & Indigo vs Duke).
3. The Final scene:
It was hard to pick which scenes should be in the top three, but ultimately this one had to be in top.
Indigo and Rowan were in the cemetery growing the Marigolds. They finally had their conversation about everything that happened, and Rowan talked/thought about their future.
This scene was perfect.
There you go! My top three! Thanks for the ask, Cupid.
New @jj-pines Indigo and Calvin art drop and I can’t get over it! So, here!
Also, this may be one of two depending on if I want to write smut (because I am unhinged, and I can't get over this image and I'm think things!) BUT I'm not promising anything!
Here is the Bridgehid Masterlist if you want it too!
Spring on Maquis Island is a beautiful site, all the greenery and flowers along with the little fairies and other creatures on the land. Calvin’s favorite season! All the beautiful growth of the world makes him happy, coming off the death of the winter season it is a wonderful sight watching everything begin to grow again, and of course, his birthday is the last day of April.
The spring season also allowed the Corals’ family gatherings to continue, midday visits to Amethea and Finnian’s cottage or for the whole family to come to the Bookstone-Corals house to sit out on the verandah and enjoy a good brunch and good conversation.
Since it was Indigo and Calvin’s turn to host for the weekend, the two of them were doing the dishes as Amethea, Antoniette, and Finnian could socialize with Spiro as he was visiting.
“I would like to get some new plants tomorrow,” Indigo spoke softly, “I want to get some climbing hydrangeas.”
Calvin hummed with a smile, “and honeysuckles,” she added.
“Where are we putting them?” Calvin asked, quietly.
“I want to put them outside our bedroom window,” She answered, “our bedroom windows, they look so bare compared to the rest of the house.”
“It is on the second floor.”
“I know,” Indigo sighed.
The healer chuckled at the pout on his wife’s face, “Don’t worry, angel, I’ll get you the plants you want.”
She smiled, “You’re the best husband ever.”
After being married for years, she’s continuing to make his heart do flips, “Wisteria may be nice too, could help with fertility too,” Indigo declared, “So would raspberries.”
Calvin let out a laugh as he continued to stare down at her while doing their clean dishes, “You are saying that to a doctor,” he muttered.
“I’m not saying they will, I’m saying they could,” Indigo replied with a little giggle, “I’m sorry that I want to have your children so badly that I'm willing to eat raspberries and put wisteria outside our bedroom windows.”
“What would help our chances is if people would leave us alone,” Calvin remarked.
Indigo laughed, “Then go tell Mère and père to leave.”
“I’m going to tell your parents to leave just so we have sex,” Calvin chuckled.
Indigo shrugged, “No, tell them to leave, I bet Mère and père would understand,” Indigo joked.
“Oh yeah, the same man that looked like he was going to kill me when they all caught us making out in the library,” the healer retorted.
The French mage snickered, “I still wonder if he likes me sometimes,” Calvin sighed.
“He likes you, grenade,” she declared, “but I am his little girl.”
“I know,” he hummed, before he whispered, leaning over making their shoulders touch, “but are also my girl.”
“Careful~”
“But don’t want to be careful~” It’s taking so much self-control for him not to pull her toward him, while her hands are still in the sink, “besides you are the one who brought up babies.”
“I brought fertility!” She exclaimed, before covering her mouth, “that was loud.”
Calvin glanced over his shoulder, “We’re fine,” he muttered.
“The last thing I need is tante teasing me or Uncle Spiro trying to kill you,” Indigo huffed.
Calvin chuckled once again, watching her wash one of the last dishes in the sink as he dried the one in his hand, “If we are going to get plants tomorrow, we might as well get groceries…” Indigo began before he couldn’t process the words she was saying.
He knows she’s talking, and he can hear her beautiful velvety angel voice get he’s not retaining the grocery list she is citing off from the top of her head. No, he’s just staring at her, with a content smile across his lips.
“Skurwiel, I hate this forest,” Percy muttered, “Why can’t we just cut it all down?”
“Imagine the effect in the environmental effects, Percy,” Calvin remarked, walking through one of the deepest and densest parts of the mystical forest with Georgia, Maverick, and Nemo, “a forest this big house more than just the curse creatures Duke constantly let free, but magical properties as well. Many witches, alchemists, and mages, live in it. Plus, there are tons of minerals and useful materials—”
“I get it, I get it,” Percy scoffed, “Doesn’t make it any less creepy.”
“Mr. Corals, are we going to be able to get out?” Georgia asked, fear lacing her voice as she clung to Nemo’s arm.
Calvin looked back at the group of teens flashing her his signature smile, “Of course, Georgia.”
“What about Rowan and Elias?” Maverick asked.
“Indigo and Sloan are looking for them,” Percy answered, “Knowing Indigo and her feline, once they are located, we’ll be able to find one another.”
“Don’t call Hecate a feline, like it’s an insult,” Calvin commented, “She’s a sweet little baby.”
“She is a nuisance,” Percy mumbled, before looking further ahead of them and seeing another pack of wild cursed creatures, “Goddess, will this ever stop.”
“When we get out of here,” Nemo scoffed.
Then a big burst of light hit the pack of animals, causing them to scatter, and Indigo poked her head out from behind a tree.
“Indigo?!” Percy gasped.
Calvin stared at her in shock, watching her every moment as she came out from behind the tree, “ Where is Sloan?” he asked.
“We got separated, so I came and found you,” she answered.
There came a sense of ease once she enjoyed their little group with an uncharacteristic bounce to her stride, and a smile on her face as her hands latch behind her back. No one knew it, but Calvin could no longer hold his normal gaze, or look on his face. He was staring off gently or dreaming looking at his wife, no he looked at her slightly confused as a pit formed in the depth of his stomach.
“Hecate!” Georgia exclaimed running towards the cat after she jumped out of a brush, the seer girl picked up the black cat off the forest floor giving her some nice head scratches, “You sweet baby, you found us!”
“Sloan must be nearby,” Percy remarked.
Hecate jumped out of Georgia’s arms, staring intently at Indigo before her back arched and the fur on her back stood up, growling and hissing at the woman in front of her, “Hecate, babe, what’s wrong that’s your momma!”
Calvin’s hand immediately went to his sword, “Calvin?” Percy asked, apprehensively, before watching Calvin draw his sword and hold it to Indigo’s neck.
“We met in the school’s west garden in early December, what flowers were blooming?” he asked harshly.
Indigo laughed, “Are you serious?”
“Answer the question!” Her replied with narrow eyes.
“Calvin?!”
“Dude, what are doing!?”
“Mr. Corals…”
“Moonflowers and Wisteria, and of course all the other winter flowers,” Indigo answered.
“What was the color of your wedding dress?”
“… It was pink, Calvin come on this is ridiculous.”
“When did we get married?”
“Calvin come on! This is preposterous,” Percy scoffed, “It’s her!”
“Whoever this is, is not my wife,” Calvin spat out through gritted teeth, “When did we get married?!”
“Calvin that was forever ago, how I am supposed to remember a date like that,” Indigo replied tilting her head to the side and smiling, “We love each other that all that matters right?”
There is then silence, “Would you like to ask me questions, Percy? So, I have to prove that I am me?”
Percy stepped back shielding Nemo, Georgia, and Maverick, “Professor?” Georgia asked.
“If I say run, you run, got it?” she stated.
The three students looked at the science teacher confused, “What’s our daughter’s name?” Calvin asked.
“Calvin, we don’t have a daughter,” Indigo mocked.
“What’s her name?”
“How can a give the name of someone who doesn’t even exist?!” Indigo exclaimed with a sense of fear lacing her voice. “If we don’t have a daughter, how would I know her nam-eh gah…”
“We have a daughter—”
“Oh, I like this already~”
“Darling~”
“Alright, we have a daughter, and?”
“What is her name?”
“Fayette has always been at the top of my list, Marguerite too, it’s hard to choose.”
“What about Aurora?”
“Like the Northern Light?”
“I was thinking more along the lines of the dawn, but that is also fitting.”
“Sweet Aurora Bookstone-Corals, mhm, I like the sound of that!”
“You have a very keen eye,” ‘Indigo’ coughed.
“I knew you weren’t here the moment we met!” Calvin commented twisting the sword further into this creature's stomach, “I know my wife, and you may masquerade as her, but you are not her, nor will you ever be her!”
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"Wait, cabins?" Rowan asked.
Georgia nodded, as the band of misfits sitting in the library studying up for their finals for the summer classes, “It’s tradition for students to pick out one of the cabins close to the forest,” the seer mage replied, “you get to hang out with a bunch of your friends together and just have fun.”
“So, we are going to a cabin after finals… how will we pay for it?” Rowan asked.
“We’re not,” Nemo mentioned, “My friend Soter has a large family cabin, and his parents are allowing him to use it.”
“And he’s invited all of us!” Georgia exclaimed before being shushed by the red-head librarian, “Do you wanna go?!”
It seems like fun, spending time with friends during summer vacation, “It will just be the five of us, Soter, his girlfriend, Bernadetta, and their friend Estelle,” Elias informed seeing the slightest bit of apprehension on their face.
“Hey Elle is my friend too,” Georgia remarked, “Rowan, if you don’t wanna go that's fine—"
“If all of you are going, I’m obviously going!” Rowan laughed, “What am I going to do with the summer without you guys.”
The students' library conversation led up to today, the early morning of a Saturday, where Rowan packed the last of their things for a week and a half of relaxing in a cabin.
I’m outside, whenever you’re ready, blossom
Walking through Indigo and Calvin’s quiet house and making it through the front door felt like they were sneaking out. Regardless, Rowan exited the lavish cottage covered in greenery and flowers and greeted Elias in the front yard taking pictures of all the plants and flowers.
“Indigo’s going to look in your portfolio one day, see all the pictures you’ve taken of her house, and kick your ass!” Rowan remarked descending the step of the porch.
Elias chuckled, “It would be worth it. I imagine it would give Georgia a show.”
Rowan let out a laugh before following him off of the Bookstone-Corals property, “Where are we meeting everyone, again? My phone finally stopped working last night, I couldn’t check the chat.”
“Outside of town, Soter said there is a road, mostly used for hiking, that leads to a bunch of the cabins in that area.” Elias answered, “He and Georgia agreed that it would be fun to walk up there together last minute.”
“Also…”
“Mhm…” Rowan hummed, looking over at him, seeing the blush on his pearl-white cheeks.
“I know you probably want to room with Georgia, and I get that it’s cool, but Maverick and Nemo are obviously going to room together—”
“Obviously,” They chuckled.
“—And I don’t know Estelle that well, plus Soter and Bernadetta are going to room together, so…”
“You want us to room together.” Rowan finished his sentence.
“It would be nice.” Elias sighed with a smile.
Rowan thought for a moment about, all the possibilities that could happen flashed through their brain making their face hot, “I don’t see why not…” they replied.
Elias exhaled placing his hand over his chest, “Do you have any idea how many days I’ve been psyching myself out?!”
Rowan giggled, “I can only imagine.”
The linking of their fingers as they both walked toward town felt like a seal, unspoken proof that they would be sharing a room during this week-long trip as if this was another step in their relationship that they had gotten to climb. Even though they had talked on numerous occasions about the slow speed at which they were going to take things.
“It’s not too fast, is it?” Elias asked in a muttered tone, “I know I started calling you blossom, and we haven’t really talked about it all. I don’t want to make you overwhelmed—”
Rowans squeezed his hand, “Everything this good.” It felt like that had become their mantra as of late, “I would tell you if it wasn’t, I promise.”
“Can you promise me one more thing?” He asked.
“Depends on what I am promising.” Rowan chuckled before Elias made them stop walking before they entered town, “What?”
Elias held up the pinkie finger of his unoccupied hand between himself and Rowan, “Can you promise me not to get horribly hurt?”
“What if I can’t help it?”
He looked at them with narrow eyes, “Rowan you know what I mean, at least try not to!”
Rowan locked their pinkie finger with his, “I promise,” they replied with a nod.
Elias smiled before they continued to walk again, traveling through the mostly empty streets and paved sidewalks throughout the Maqurisian city center, hand, and hand to reach the meeting place to greet their friends.
“ROWAN!” Georgia squealed before running up and enveloping them in a hug, “I’m so excited!”
“I can tell,” they chuckled.
“This is Bernadetta,” She gestured to the young girl with pale skin, long navy hair with periwinkle hair, and dark charcoal eyes, “The deer man beside her is Soter our lovely host,” she added, pointing to the deer man standing next to Bernadetta with black and blonde hair, olive eyes, and medium ton skin, “and the one hiding behind them with her headphones on is Estelle!”
Georgia pointed to the brown-skinned brown-haired girl behind Soter and Bernadetta, crisp baby blue headphones covering her ears and VSCO style of dress making very clear that her favorite color was blue. She glanced at Rowan with her heterochromatic eyes, the right a pale green the left a baby pale, a scar was very noticeable under her right eye. She only glanced at Rowan before looking away not saying a word to them.
She feels oddly familiar.
“Where are Maverick and Nemo?” Soter asked, “They are coming right?”
“They said that they were coming, I texted Ricky this morning but…” Georgia answered pulling out her phone, “He still hasn’t answered.”
“Knowing Nemo,” Elias mentioned, “he was probably out training too late and is now curled up with Maverick and won’t let—ouch!”
“Idiot,” Nemo muttered, after smacking his brother in the back of the head.
“Sorry, we’re late,” Maverick remarked with a yawn.
Georgia jumped with joy as all her friends were together, “Eeek! I’m so excited,” she squealed.
“Let’s get a move on before she explodes,” Nemo remarked, beginning to walk up the path before everyone began to follow him.
They were hiking up the path to the cabin everyone chatting as they strolled along taking pictures of the beautiful landscapes the path became more covered in trees and beautiful foliage hiding all sorts of magical elements, kind creatures, and natural water features behind them.
“So… Rowan….” Georgia remarked falling behind Nemo and Maverick, whom she had been chatting with, to talk to Rowan elongating the words, “Are you and Elias going to share a room?”
Rowan’s face instantly became hot, “…Yeah…”
Georgia squealed again, making Rowan blush harder, “You guys are growing up so fast!” she exclaimed.
“Elias is literally older than you,” Rowan replied.
“But you’re not!” She retorted. “Oh, I’m so glad you guys are happy together! I love it when the people around me are all happy! I’m gonna tell Elle we are rooming together!”
Rowan watched her skip her way to Elle, who was walking on her own. While talking with Georgia, Elle glanced back at Rowan giving them an icy stare, like she was staring into their soul and attempting to crush it with her bare hands.
“What’s that about?” Nemo scoffed as Rowan caught up to him and Maverick. “She looked at you like you had killed her entire family.”
“I don’t know,” Rowan muttered. “She seems oddly familiar, even though the two of us have never met before.”
“Did you kill her entire family?” Nemo joked.
“No,” Rowan answered, “at least I don’t think I did.”
Nemo chuckled, “You say that like you still don’t have your memories.”
“The inner workings of the part of my brain that holds memory is working as it should normally, so not being able to recall center things and events is normal.” they recited, “At least that’s what one of the healers said. She very well could be from the past, but I have either suppressed the memories or I just don’t remember.”
“If it makes you feel any better, Rowan, I only know Elle from seeing and talking to her around school, so Goddess for bid, she was a part of Duke experiments I also don’t remember her.”
“She’s a part of the band,” Nemo remarked, “She plays the double bass, she and I run into each other a lot in the media room, but she always scowls. So, maybe it’s her natural resting face.”
“Like you?” Maverick chuckled.
Rowan giggled as Nemo’s cheeks turned a bright pink, “and yet I love you all the same.” the gray-haired teen added.
“Guys it’s just up head,” Soter called.
The group came upon a large three story cabin although it was obviously old one could tell that it had been maintained, given the different ages of the sun-faded parts of the exterior clearly showing that the lodge had been taken care of.
The inside was cozy wilderness and wildlife very homey and soft, with tons of bear and deer motifs. It’s odd to have a family full of deer creatures to have antlers perched on shelves next to family pictures and portraits, maybe it’s a remembrance thing although it feels inappropriate to ask.
“Okay,” Soter remarked, “There are 2 bedrooms upstairs and two bedrooms down here, I’m assuming Mave—”
“Elle and I are going to share a room!” Georgia exclaimed loudly grabbing the brunette by the arm are pulling her close.
“Okay,” Soter chuckled, “So Georgia and Elle, Maverick and Nemo, Bernie and I, and Elias and Rowan! Perfect, You all can fight over which rooms you want, I’m going to the station and get some stuff we’ll need.”
“Soter, do you want me to—”
“No, Bernie, I’ll be fine,” Soter replied, with a smile before leaving the cabin.
“Rock, Paper, Scissors to see who sleeps upstairs?” Elle mumbled.
Everyone agreed, with four of the now seven teens against each other leaving Nemo and Bernadetta the winners able to room upstairs, leaving Elias, Rowan, Georgia, and Elle to room downstairs. With rooms decided they left each other to their own devices, allowing one another to unpack, chit-chat, or Maverick and Nemo’s case nap.
“Hey Elias?” Rowan muttered, while unpacking their bag.
Elias hummed, looked through his camera, the room they were in simple to a hotel room, two large beds basically beside one another, a dresser, and one shared bedside table with two lamps, “What is it, blossom?”
“Do I seem unapproachable?”
He looked up from his camera and looked over at them, his head tilted to the side while holding the most confused expression, with his eyebrows furrowed and his mouth contorted in such a way as if to say, “Are you serious,” without vocalizing it.
“Don’t look at me think that!” Rowan remarked, putting their hands up, “Have you seen how Elle looks at me? It makes me think I’ve done something to her without realizing it!”
“I can't imagine you ever wronging someone, well maybe Duke—” His comment about the old dean of their college made Rowan laugh, “Maybe you two just need to talk to each other.”
Rowan sighed, looking into the darkness of their duffle bag, “do you think Duke… did stuff to her?”
Elias frowned, “...It’s possible…” Rowan huffed out a sigh. “But I don’t see why she would be angry at you, you got Duke put away.”
“But I didn’t do anything to do with it, it was all Indigo,” Rowan muttered, “I broke a window and gave him a few scratches plus killing those catacomb creatures.”
“My question still stands regardless,” Elias stated.
“I guess I’ll just have to talk to her,” Rowan mumbled floating on to their left to staring at the ceiling, watching the ceiling fan slowly turn, “But if she was tortured by him, how do I bring it up to her? “Hey did you also get abused and experimented on by Duke?” “No way me too! Is that why you are upset with me? I gonna be honest until recently I didn’t even remember that he did any of that stuff because he had mages steal away my memories, and even then I’m still processing what was done to me with my therapist my foster parents said I had to go to help me with my trauma because I couldn’t stop waking up in the middle of the night and screaming because of my nightmares, I’m sorry I don’t remember you I guess I’ve blocked you out!” I like that makes me sound insane, and what if she isn’t, like what if she just isn’t comfortable around me? Or she isn’t even mad at me at all and that’s just her rest face, and I am just reading too much into a person that doesn’t even know me just looking at me! Like not everyone is Georgia and naturally friendly, and everyone I meet is going to look at me like my boyfriend does! Nemo looks at me the same why when we first met, and I didn’t feel this weird about! GRAH!”
Rowan rubbed their hands down their face before opening their eyes and looking back at the ceiling, yet Elias moved from his bed to stand next to Rowan’s looking down at them, “You called me your boyfriend,” he commented with a smile and pink cheeks.
“I did?” Rowan paused thinking about what they said during their rant before blushing a bright red, “Holy shit, I did…”
Elias began to laugh, “I’m sorry,” they whined covering their face.
“No no, it's fine!” he retorted still laughing as Rowan looked at him with a comical level of fear, “Really Rowan it’s fine. If you want to call me your boyfriend, I’m your boyfriend.”
Rowan smiled; cheeks still red hot, before Elias added, “Georgia said she brought some cards games if you want—”
“I still need to beat you at Uno!” They declared, interrupting him.
“You're on!”
Before they left their room, a young girl in blue VSCO clothes scurried back to her room across the hall.
The First Chapter of Brier's Three: Raining Academics.
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“Ms. Urgent makes seven students that have had to be rushed to the infirmary this year and it isn’t even the end of May!” Sloan huffed.
Sitting at the long meeting table with a few teachers and other staff members, including, Casper, Percy, Georgia, Calvin, a few other healers, the administrator of the hunters and huntress, the housemaster and housemistress over the dormitory, and of course Indigo.
“This has never happened before who can these kids just lose their abilities to perform magic or alchemy,” Percy scoffed.
“Granted this isn’t lasting,” one of the healers mentioned, “Thankfully they are regaining their abilities after a few days.”
“Urgent is different, however,” Sloan hummed with a nod, “She was carried into the infirmary by Mr. Couri, the other students were able to enter the infirmary on their own.”
“That’s assuming Ms. Urgent is a part of this group, she appears to be exhausted,” another healer added
“Appears,” Georgia repeated with bitterness in her voice, “she could very well be a part of this group we just don’t know yet because she’s still unconscious, maybe whatever is going on is affecting her differently.”
“She is fae,” Sloan mentioned quietly, “all of the other students are human.”
“See!” Georgia exclaimed loudly, “Mallory is fae!”
“Ms. Nozadze, please we are just—”
“Mallory is my apprentice!” Georgia shouted, “I have seen how she treats herself! She doesn’t push herself to exhaustion! Mal is an athlete! She takes care of her body and is more concerned about her health than I am about my own! She would just pass out because of exhaustion, I know that!”
Everyone in the room is silent before Calvin looks at Indigo, her hands clasped in front of her as if she praying to the goddess her forehead resting against her fists as she sits at the head of the oblong table, “Angel?” her husband asked curiously, “I know you’re thinking.”
“She will come down, not in a plague or famine, Mother Goddess will come down in curse man will a purge of all mankind of his power,” Indigo recited, “Bridgehid will one day curse all man for their corruptions only gift back the magic and whimsy when she sees that man himself has repented in full.”
“The Goddess’s Canvass Deliberate?” Georgia commented.
“It does sound similar to what we are currently experiencing,” Calvin muttered, holding his chin.
“It could be mere coincidence,” Sloan shrugged, “Remarking of religious hymns to the masses to explain what is happening to their children will only spark fear and create extremely religious and non-worshipers.”
“What if someone is taking the gospel to heart,” Percy remarked, “and doing this to the students because of some wrongdoing that the school has committed against us.”
Everyone fell silent once more. The idea that someone was purposefully doing this to innocent students didn’t sit right, especially when it seemed to be in the name of the saint over the island. No that didn’t sit right with anyone.
Indigo sighed, “It is normal for magical energy and power to ebb and flow when one is young and training, but not like this.”
“And that’s not normal for alchemists at all,” Sloan added
“Start with those who are extremely religious or those who have studied theology,” Indigo instructed, “Am going to assume everyone in this room does not have a hand in anything if this truly is some kind of repentance. If it turns out that no one within the college is involved, there is nothing we can do outside the college gates.”
Everyone lets out a sound of agreement while nodding, “Keep in mind this is not a witch hunt, we are merely investigating what is happening to our students,” she added, before sighing once more, “You are dismissed.”
On cue, everyone involved left except for Calvin, “Tell me what you really are thinking,” he muttered as she crossed her arms and led her head on her forearm, “Everyone is gone.”
“Why does something go wrong when our kids get enrolled?” She vented, “With Rowan, it was finding out about Duke’s experiments, with Aurora it was the theft of the sacred tools, which we never solved, now with Alexandria and Finnegan it’s only getting worse! It’s like we are throwing them into danger!”
“Maybe we are some kind of bad luck magnet,” Calvin said with a light chuckle.
Indigo groaned, “Don’t say that! This is our children we are talking about!”
“I’m sorry, Angel,” Calvin sighed with a soft smile across his lips, “But these are our children, nothing is going to happen to them.”
“Calvin, they are just like anyone else.”
“No, they are like everyone else, Indigo,” Calvin sighed, getting out of his chair, and making Indigo straighten up, her gaze following him as he walked around her, “They are our children. Aurora is becoming a fantastic healer and she’s only 18, Alexandria is at the top of their class and proficient at the mage craft—”
“The fact that they are so powerful does frighten me a bit,” Indigo remarked, turning her chair to look at him as he stood by the window.
Calvin chuckled, before looking at the window, seeing their son crouched near a small pond feeding ducks, “and Finnegan, your son—”
“My son.”
“Your son is becoming a fine young man,” Calvin replied, “He is becoming a great mage thanks to you, and he’s becoming quite the protector.”
Indigo sighed, “He also worries me.”
“How do you think I feel?” Calvin joked, “You all worry me!”
Outside next to one of the ponds on the expansive Bridgehid campus, Finnegan is still feeding the ducks, making sure one of his mother’s many loves in the world is happy and healthy. He doesn’t hear the camera shutters, he doesn’t realize that there is a very tall lanky guy taking pictures of him from afar, as he has never figured out his mother’s sixth sense of knowing when she is being watched and when people are around her. So, he doesn’t realize that his photographer friend inches ever closer, continuing to take pictures of him.
“Has anyone ever told you, you are tremendously photogenic~”
He jumped at the sound of the voice, honeyed, masculine, and light, hitting the center of his eardrums while also being on his level. Looking at the source Finnegan is met with deep buttercup yellow eyes and an ivory face, brown hair dipping into the photographer's face.
“Hi, I’m Bonnie,” the photographer said.
“… Finnigan.”
Bonnie smirked, camera in hand as he continued to stare at Finnigan in the crouched position, “How did you get that scar on the corner of your lip?” he asked, reaching to touch Finnegan’s face attempting to touch his scar before Finnegan grabbed his wrist halting his Bonnie’s movements.
“You’re too close,” Finnegan stated before letting go of Bonnie’s wrist before he stood up.
Focusing back on the ducks, he can still feel Bonnie behind him, hearing the shuttering of his camera, “Do you like ducks?” the photographer asked.
“Not necessarily,” Finnegan muttered.
Bonnie hummed continuing to take pictures, “So who’s making you feed the ducks?”
“No one makes me,” Finnegan scoffed, “Maman likes ducks, so I feed the ducks.”
“I am assuming that maman is mother?”
Finnegan hummed softly, nodding, before standing. His gaze once again met Bonnie however he was at eye level with the dirty blonde’s chest. He is extremely tall, which caught Finnegan off-guard, after taking in his height the mage boy walked away.
“Hey, wait!” Bonnie called following behind him.
“I have to get to class!” Finnegan huffed.
The two boys walked down the stone paths around the outside of the school building, “There aren’t a lot of classes during the summer, what class do have at noon?”
“It’s a magical weapons training class,” Finnegan answered, before turning to look at Bonnie then swiftly turning away and walking faster, “Why the hell am I even talking to you!”
“Oh, you’re going to a weapons class?! Perfect, I was asked to take pictures of the summer classes for the school’s website.”
Finnegan rolled his eyes as it became more obvious that he wasn’t going to be left alone. Even once on the weapons field, even with the students on the turf with him, the instructing of his educator, and the thoughtful gaze of his father he could still feel Bonnie’s camera lens on him as if he could hear the shuttering of the camera itself. The fact that Bonnie was there, watching him specially, sat in the back of his brain eat away at him, causing him to make mistake after mistake.
“Finnegan?” Calvin called as his son packed up his things at the end of class.
“You should really have some kind of grip on the training spears if we keep using them we’ll start getting—” Finnegan turned to face his father while speaking only to stop when his face placed his large hand on his forehead, “Papa?”
“Are you okay? Do you feel alright?”
Finnegan clicked his tongue on the roof of his mouth, “I’m fine,” he scoffed pulling his father’s hand off his forehead, “Just… being stupid.”
“You’re allowed to make mistakes, son,” Calvin remarked, “There is no need to be perfect.”
Finnegan gave his father a small smile, “I know but…” he paused seeing Bonnie over Calvin’s shoulder still taking pictures, “Papa, I have to go!”
The mage boy grabbed his things before racing inside with a quick “Love you, see you at home!” thrown at his father.
Racing down the halls of the college with his school bag hitting his side as he did everything to get away from the tall boy with a camera, finding his way in front of his mother’s office door, before swinging the large doors open.
“Finnegan?” Indigo asked concerned, seeing her son out of breath and disheveled in her office doorway.
“MAMAN! I need you to kill someone!”
Her office was devoid of anyone but herself and the cat familiars apart of their family, who were cuddled up on one of the chairs in front of her desk.
“Miel, I would do anything for you, but can you tell me what’s going on?” Indigo inquired.
Finnegan stepped into her office before sighing and beginning to explain what had happened in the past couple of hours, “There is this boy with a stupid camera, he says he taking pictures of the school and the summer class, but I know he is taking pictures of me! He-he-he’s weird! Asking me questions and following me around! He’s even taking pictures of me and dad just having a conversation! GRAH! I need him to leave me alone!”
Indigo snickered, before Finnegan stared at her with an intense gaze making her clear her throat, “What’s his name bébé,” she asked.
“Bonnie,” Finnegan answered as his snow-white cat familiar nudged his hand for pets, “I don’t know his last name.”
“Bonnie Olsen-Nielsen,” Indigo read aloud looking at the file on said student on her computer, “He’s a senior, he moved here in the spring and started on campus, he is in the media club.”
Finnegan groaned, “Can’t you do something about this Maman?!”
“Miel…”
“Maman!”
“It is odd that he is taking pictures of you, but have you asked him to stop?” she pondered, “and not in your little passive-aggressive way that keeps you from making friends, have you actually asked him to stop?”
Finnegan thought for a moment, “… No…”
“Ask him to stop, and if he doesn’t come back to me.”
“Okay, Maman…”
Finnegan hung his head while leaving Indigo’s office waving goodbye, with his familiar following him, and leaving his mother with a pitiful, “I love you.”
Surprised, that he was able to get off campus without running into Bonnie or feeling his presence taking pictures of him while he walked home. Everything was grand until he reached home and saw that lanky photographer in his parent's yard taking pictures of the plants lining the side of the house.
“You’ve got to be fucking kidding me!”
Bonnie turned to a look at Finnegan seeing the rage on his face before pointing to the cottage, “You live here?” the senior asked.
“Yes! Why the fuck are you here?!” Finnegan shouted, “What the hell did you do?! Figure out where I live and come to my fucking house?!”
Bonnie looked at him confused before he continued, “my goddess, why won’t leave me alone! Why are you even taken pictures of me anyway!? I get be that interesting a subject to follow me to my own home and continue to take pictures of me!”
“Now hold one—”
Finnegan let out a villainous chuckle, “Oh and the taking pictures of me with my dad! That’s just fucking creepy! I’ve never understood what the obsession with camera is! It’s all so creepy, do you really—”
“I wasn’t taking pictures of you and your dad!” Bonnie exclaimed with a shocked expression.
“Quoi?” Finnegan asked quietly, his face becoming hot as Bonnie welling handed over his camera.
“Take it, look for yourself,” the photographer said before Finnegan took the camera apprehensively, “I was taking pictures of the college’s architecture. You and your father may have been in the photo, but I didn’t take them like that on purpose.”
Finnegan looked through the camera roll seeing the images of the college’s beautiful dark sculpting of Queen Anne architecture, he and his father cut off from the frame, “I do admit my actions are often creepy, and I was taking pictures of you without permission earlier, but I didn’t take picture of you and your father.”
Finnegan sighed, flipping through more of the camera roll and seeing pictures of the plants on the side of the house, “I also didn’t know that you lived here,” Bonnie added, “I was just on my way to see my mom at the church, then here this beautiful house cover in all this foliage, I got all little too excited and just started taking pictures.”
The mage boy sighed sulking over to the pouch steps hanging his and resting his arms vertically against his knees, forehead resting on his forearms like he is praying, “Fuck, I’m sorry.”
“I apologize for being creepy,” Bonnie chuckled.
“I’m sorry for calling you creepy,” Finnegan groaned.
Bonnie chuckled again before leaving, “I got attacked.” The mage boy called as the photographer descended the stone path leading up to the cottage.
“Mhm?” Bonnie hummed, looking back at the boy on the porch.
“My grandparents had taken everyone to one of the cabins near the edge of the forest,” Finnegan began before Bonnie approached the porch to listen to the story about to be told, “I don’t remember how but Alex and I got too close to the forest and something reached out of the woods. Papa did save me, but I was already bleeding.”
“Your dad sees rather intimidating; I can’t imagine being that creature that attacked you made it out alive.” Bonnie chuckled, sitting next to Finnegan.
The mage boy let out a laugh, “Believe me, my dad is only intimidating in appearance… unless he has a sword in his hand… or you try to hurt maman.”
Bonnie smiled before handing over his camera once again showing Finnegan a picture of himself and a man with a similar appearance, “My father died in April. I think the reason I am obsessed with photography is because of him,” the senior explained, “He told me: “If you find something beautiful don’t hastate to take a photo,” he said that’s how he met my mom and even though they didn’t stay together long all the pictures he took of her were worth it. So, again, apologize for taking pictures of you without your permission,” Boonie flips through his camera roll before showing Finnegan a picture of the young mage in his weapons class, “but like I said, you are very photogenic.”
Finnegan smiled, his cheeks becoming flushed, “It’s good,” he muttered.
“Can I put it on the school’s website?”
“Sure,” Finnegan shrugged.
“Ya’ know,” Bonnie remarked, standing up from his seat next to Finnegan and looking upon the picture he selected, “You look like a prince like this.”
“What does that make you the court jester?”
Bonnie laughed walking down the stone backward, “Does that mean I’m your court jester?”
“It depends on how you jest,” Finnegan joked.
“Then the next time we shall me I shall aim to entertain,” Bonnie relayed with a bow, “Sweet Prince~”
