ON THE SUBJECT OF RUMI NOT KNOWING HOW TO DEAL WITH A TRAUMATIZED 6 YEAR OLD, I just had an eeeeeeeevil idea
The penthouse has this one staircase that's perfectly safe for adults, but would be extremely dangerous for a little kid to play on. One of the first hard and fast rules they set for Celine upon finding out about the spell is that she cannot, under any circumstances, go up or down those stairs without one of them or Bobby present.
Celine is a good listener, for the most part, but every kid is going to make mistakes sometimes. So, when she's absentmindedly wandering the penthouse, she starts climbing up those stairs. As soon as they see her, Rumi rushes over, grabs Celine and brings her back down.
"What the hell happened?" She asks, "I thought we told you not to go up those stairs without one of us with you?"
Mira and Zoey watch from the other side of the room. Celine just stares at the ground, hands twisting together behind her back (she knows she'll get in trouble if they see her fidgeting). She opens her mouth to try and explain herself, but as usual no sound comes out.
"Can you look at me when I'm talking to you?" She asks, in a tone that makes Mira and Zoey cringe, "are you even listening to me--" she reaches over to tilt Celine's head up, and Celine flinches in a way that makes Mira's stomach drop. Her head turns to the side and tucks towards her chest, her arms fly up and out over her head to protect herself, her knees buckle and her breath hitches. If you've ever been hit as a kid, you know the pose, and it's a posture Mira is intimately familiar with.
"Nope!" She snaps from the other side of the room, rushing over and dragging Rumi away into the kitchen, while Zoey makes her way over to scoop Celine off the floor.
"What?" Rumi looks up at her, confused and frustrated.
"Rumi..." Mira grips her shoulders, "you absolutely cannot do that."
"Do what?" Rumi looks genuinely bewildered, like she has no idea what just happened, "I just needed to make sure she was listening and she... I don't actually know what she was doing? Why did she fall over like that?"
Mira freezes, "you really don't know?"
"No?" Rumi shakes her head.
"Oh boy," Mira mumbles. Her eyes stay wide, but her overall expression shifts from scared and angry to just plain sad, "she thought you were going to hit her."
"What?" Rumi's mouth goes dry and her eyes well up with tears, "but I--I didn't--I wouldn't--"
"I know," Mira pulls her into a hug, "I know you wouldn't hit her, but that doesn't change the fact that somebody did, and now she's hardwired to protect herself when an angry grownup makes a sudden movement like that."
Zoey steps into the room, "I think I got her calmed down, but you should probably still come talk to her."
Rumi nods, and goes to sit on the couch by Celine, where Zoey has her set up with a coloring book and some markers. Her movements are careful, tracing the outline of every shape before carefully filling it in in broad strokes, like she's afraid to leave any white spaces or color outside the lines (she doesn't want to get in trouble for wasting paper).
"Hey," Rumi says, crouching down beside her.
Celine doesn't respond verbally, but she pauses what she's doing and that's enough for Rumi to know she can hear her (she's going to get in trouble again. She's supposed to look at grownups when they talk to her. She's supposed to speak when spoken to but she just can't and now Ms. Rumi is going to--)
"I'm sorry," Rumi whispers, "I promise I am never, ever going to hit you. Ever."
Tears drip onto the paper below Celine, mixing with the ink and making colorful smudges (she's going to be in trouble for getting the paper wet).
"I'm gonna try not to yell either," Rumi continues, "I never want you to feel like I'm gonna hurt you. Grownups hurting kids is never okay, and as long as you're here you'll never have to go through that again."
Celine still doesn't look up. She wordlessly slides the box of markers to rest between them and goes back to carefully filling in the shapes.
"You want me to color with you?" Rumi confirms, grabbing a blue marker once she sees Celine nod, and coloring in the tiger on the page.
Celine gasps, having picked the most sensible choices she could for everything else on the page-- green grass, brown tree trunks, red flowers, and a yellow snake hidden among the vines (she's not sure what color snakes normally are. She's going to be in trouble for getting it wrong).
"What?" Rumi chuckles, "who said tigers can't be blue?"
This isn't my best work by any means but oooooough I hope it conveys a fun dynamic here :)))
Hello @theamphibianmen !!!
Your writing is so good!!!! I know you said this isn’t your best work but I really liked how you wrote everyone and how you depicted the situation the girls find themselves in. To that end, I hope you don’t mind me adding in my own scene down below.















