She was running through the gardens, escaping the scene of a disaster that she had put into action. Harmless fun, really, but she hadn’t been frozen in fear when someone had yelled at her. She’d just laughed and ran. She stopped short, almost colliding with someone, and with laughter still on her lips she looked up.
“Oh shit.”
For once, Leila wasn’t squirming uncomfortably at the sight of Cal, but that didn’t mean she wanted him to ruin her good mood.
“You didn’t see me, okay?” Taking advantage of his height, she walked around him so they were facing the opposite directions. If anyone did come looking for her, they wouldn’t be able to see her past Cal.
Dayo’s antics weren’t confined just to the Hufflepuff common room, but despite that, he was already well known in his House. People had commented he should have been a Gryffindor, which amused him. Yes, he was loud, but more importantly, he was loyal and hardworking. That put him squarely in Hufflepuff.
However, this time, the explosion was not intentional. “ خرة!” He waved his hand to make the flames disappear, frowning slightly. “Damned wand.”
Noticing Cal looking at him, Dayo pouted jokingly. “Why do I need a wand? I’m fine without it.”
Probably the worst part of the role she had to play was the classes. Felicity had been making liquid death since she was twelve, she was far from needing step-by-step instruction now. She could probably make it blindfolded. What was worse, she didn’t need a partner, someone she would have to keep the mask on with for the next hour. She smiled as hers was assigned, trying not to roll her eyes. He was a sweet man, the kind that made her wonder what happened to masculinity. “Mr. Rigby,” She nodded, trying to seem happy about this encounter.
Although he had been of no assistance to the actual snowball fight, he’d enjoyed himself. Right up until Oswald made him lose, but he’d get revenge on both the man and his sister. In a jovial mood, he was enjoying the goodbye feast, knowing he’d be home tomorrow to see his whole family once more. Seeing a friend tucked into the corner, Dayo went over to join him. “Ah, how are the letters going?” He glanced up with a smirk. “Are you waiting for Holly to join you here?” He gestured to the mistletoe above their heads.
Although she knew Cal was here, she hadn’t sought him out. It’d felt cowardly, when she’d promised herself that Hogwarts was a fresh start for her. Not that she ever knew what to make of the farmer. He was kind, yes, but she knew what his family and her father had in mind. As everything did, it scared her.
Missing home, she’d taken to wandering the grounds like she’d wandered back home. Never into town, never, but as her feet had sometimes taken her by the farm, they took her by Cal now. She smiled at him, even though conversation hadn’t been on her mind.
But this was a new Leila, a Leila that had made friends.
“Hello Cal.” She shut the book that she’d been reading as she walked. “I hope you’ve been well?”
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They say twins are simply one soul split into two different bodies. They will forever be intertwined, even if one body leaves the Earth sooner than the other.
Sigfrid was sure that she and Gunnarr were those twins they spoke about. They were the same soul, they were connected in a way no other live or dead being would understand. They could feel each other from thousands of miles away. Sigfrid always knew when he was injured during raids. She could feel him, even though he was so far from her.
She wondered if he could feel her as she did him. She wondered if he could feel her, even in death. If he could tell that she watched him, that she saw him raising her children in her place. She wondered if he knew how proud she was of him. They had, for years, feared how their worlds would change if the other left them.
And perhaps, them speaking those fated words into the world caused them to come true. For all the luck Sigfrid had had when it came to cheating death, she had run out. There was nothing that could stop Hel from taking her this time. Yet even though Death stole her from her body, she was stuck.
Half a soul could not enter the afterlife.
She could not pass on without her brother, her twin, the other half of her soul. She was stuck watching her brother grow older, becoming her children’s parent, becoming the man she knew he could be. She watched him accomplish so many goals that he had set out when they were just children. She watched him grow without her.
All the while, she was right there, able to watch, but unable to touch. She watched him in his raids, taking axes and swords for him, even if he did not know she was there. She saw the moment his own children were born. She was the first to see the gray growing through his beard. Sigfrid watched as her children’s children called him grandfather and as he taught them as much as he taught her and her children.
Her brother became the man she hoped he would be and so much more, without her. He was everything. She could not be prouder of who he had become, of how he was able to continue on without her. Perhaps he knew she was with him, that souls do not separate.
Years of being a breaths away and being unable to touch left her unprepared for when her children, his children, and grandchild gathered around his bed to say goodbye. Sigfrid did not know what made her try again to touch her brother’s hand, yet she reached out, fingertips grazing the worn hand of her twin.
For the first time in decades, Siggy felt something. Fingers, familiar hands wrapped around her own as Gunnarr left his body. For the first time in decades, Sigfrid was whole.
