#henry yewbeam

[children-of-the-red-queen]

Manley Yewbeam and Grace Bloor: we did it! we broke the cycle of generational trauma! our children will have happy childhoods and grow up to be good and kind people!

Daphne:

Henry:

James:

[mossnrocksnmarshwater]

comission for @luckypunk27

HENLIVERRRR R A A A A A A A

[a-crack-in-the-universe]

The Red King's City

It was a long drive from Ocean View to Charlie’s city.

It gave Ankaret a lot of time to think – about what her new life might be like, what the city and people in it might be like. Would they accept her or would they reject her? She would’ve liked them to accept her, but if they rejected her she thought she could handle it as long as there was a piano.

Henry and Charlie had assured her, however, that people in the city would accept her – especially Charlie and Henry’s friends and family. She hoped that was true.      

It also gave her a lot of time to learn about Charlie’s family, who she and Henry would be staying with. Charlie’s mother, Amy, was very kind and sweet. His father was a pianist, like her, who had disappeared many years ago and had only reappeared a year ago. Ankaret gave Henry and Charlie a questioning look at that, but they didn’t say anything more on the subject. He was also the current owner of the Bone Academy. The other member of Charlie’s family was a little boy named Billy who could talk to animals and had a rat named Rembrandt. They all lived in a house called Diamond Corner. “Diamond Corner” sounded like a lovely name, Ankaret thought.

And so the hours of the journey passed, until the children fell asleep. Before Ankaret knew it, Charlie’s uncle Paton was waking them up and Ankaret saw the red walls of the Red King’s ruin and the city for the first time. They had a quick eating break before they entered the city, munching on ham and cheese sandwiches.

Then they climbed back into Paton’s car and drove into the city and finished the journey. The time went by much quicker than Ankaret had thought it would, until finally they were pulling into the street where her new home would be. She felt her heart hammer as the car slowed down and drew ever so closer to its destination. Breathe, she told herself, just breathe. It would be all right, just like Charlie and Henry had said.

Before she knew it, they had entered the street where Charlie and his family lived, and parked in the driveway of Diamond Corner. Paton turned off the car’s engine, and they all got out and headed toward Diamond Corner’s front door. Ankaret put on a brave face and tried to stop herself from shaking, but she wasn’t sure if she succeeded. She  

Paton both knocked on the door and rang the doorbell. Immediately footsteps were heard racing toward them, and a kind-looking woman with blue eyes and brown/blonde hair opened the door.     

‘Oh, you’re here!’ The woman smiled at them in welcome. ‘Come in! We’ve been waiting hours for you all to arrive.’        

Paton, Charlie and Henry happily did as she asked, but Ankaret hesitated, froze outside the door. She couldn’t say why exactly she did that. Perhaps it was fear, or just instinct. They all turned to look at her in surprise. Ankaret flushed slightly. This was embarrassing. But she simply couldn’t move—it felt like her body was frozen, and her feet were rooted in place. She hated to think what her face must look like.

‘It’s all right,’ Henry said to her. ‘This is Charlie’s house. We’re all welcome here. You’re welcome here.’

Ankaret felt herself relax a tiny bit at Henry’s words. Then the woman said gently, ‘You must be Ankaret. I’m Amy Bone, Charlie’s mother. You don’t need to be afraid. Henry’s right, you are welcome here, for as long as you like. We've prepared some supper for you all in the kitchen, if you’re ready to come inside and eat.’

She smiled encouragingly at Ankaret, and despite herself Ankaret found herself relaxing even more. So this lady was Charlie’s mother? She looked just as kind as Charlie had said she was.

Ankaret couldn’t bring herself to speak yet, but she nodded shyly and followed Paton, Charlie and Henry into the house. It was a cozy, wonderful space that reminded her a bit of her family’s old house in Wales. She swallowed back the painful pang in her heart the memory gave her.

Amy Bone led them to the kitchen, which was just as bright and cheerful as the rest of the house. There was a table in the centre, and a tall man was sitting at it. He looked a bit like Paton, Ankaret noticed, with pale skin and dark hair. He must be Charlie’s father, she thought. The pianist, who disappeared when Charlie was little. She looked curiously at him. He had nice, kind eyes, like Charlie’s mother. He also seemed a bit haunted.   

Supper was much different than what she was used to.    

Unlike in the orphanage and even the Littles’ House, it was a cheerful, happy affair. Everyone sat around a rectangular table, laughing and chatting as they ate. Ankaret stared in wonder. It almost reminded her of the dinners she’d had with her first family, only larger and more noisy.

Charlie caught her staring and grinned. ‘It’s a lot to get used to, isn’t it?’ he said. ‘It took Billy a while. He’d never had a family before mum and dad adopted him.’

‘Yes,’ she admitted. ‘It is. But I’ll get used to it. It’s a bit like how my family had dinners.’

Charlie looked very curious at hearing her words, but he didn’t push her to reveal more information. Pearl must have warned him not to, which Ankaret was glad about. She wasn’t ready to talk about her family to anyone yet.    

After supper, the children went straight to bed, for they were tired from the long journey from Ocean View. Because there weren’t enough bedrooms, for now Henry was sharing with Charlie, and Ankaret with Billy. But they would figure something out that would give each of them their own space, Amy and Lyell promised them.

Ankaret hoped so. She was okay with one or two nights, but she didn’t want to share a room with Billy forever. Especially after having a room all to herself in the Littles’ House. And besides, she’d had to share a room in the orphanage and that hadn’t gone well.  

In the morning, Ankaret’s anxiety had faded greatly, and her natural curiosity took over. If she was going to live here, then she should get to know every inch of this place, starting with where the piano was. She’d been too nervous and exhausted to even think about doing it last night, but now she could.

So she threw back the covers of her bed, scrambled out of it and practically ran out the bedroom door before she could change her mind (though quietly, since little Billy Raven was still asleep in his own bed across the room).

First things first, the piano. She had an idea of where it was, because Charlie’s mother had told her, but she hadn’t had a chance to look at it yet. She recalled Amy Bone’s words and carefully walked down the stairs, through the kitchen and into a medium-sized room connected to it.

‘Oh!’ 

The sight of it almost took her breath away. It was an upright piano with a very polished mahogany colour. When Ankaret opened the piano, she could see that the black and white keys were in very good—if not perfect—condition. This piano couldn’t be that new, she thought, so someone must be very good at taking care of it.

For a moment she hesitated, then opened the piano lid and ran her fingers across the keys. The music that sounded made her smile. It had been too long since she’d been able to freely play piano, and now she would be able to play whenever she wanted to, if Paton and Pearl had been speaking the truth. But she still felt a bit shy about

‘I didn’t know anyone else would be up yet,’ a voice said from behind her.

Ankaret swung around, surprised, to see Lyell Bone, Charlie’s father, standing in the doorway to the piano room. Embarrassment filled her, at being caught snooping, and she flushed.  

‘I was just looking,’ she said stiffly. However, she couldn’t help feel a pang of longing. ‘This is a beautiful piano.’

He smiled, noticing her longing look. ‘It is, isn’t it? Do you want to play it?’

She frowned. ‘Isn’t this piano yours?’ Why would you let me play it? she silently wondered. If she were in his place, she knew that she would be pretty possessive of her piano, maybe because she’d been too long without one.  

He nodded. ‘It is, but I’m willing to share,’ he said. ‘Now come on, I know you want to try it out.’

She smiled despite herself, shrugged, sat down on the piano stool. And began to play. She played part of a Bach piece, and then Mozart. She played for fifteen minutes, and it felt like a dream, so wonderful and joyful. Then she stopped, for she still wasn’t used to playing again and she'd been making a few mistakes.             

‘Will there really be a piano at the Bone Academy?’ she asked Lyell. ‘Pearl told me there is one, but is it true?’

‘It’s true,’ Lyell told her. ‘A grand piano. I’ve played it myself. It’s at the top of the Music Tower. There’s a lot of stairs to climb, but it’s worth it. The view is incredible, and you get to play.’ There was a slight shadow in his eyes when he said that, she noticed curiously.

A grand piano? Ankaret perked up at that. She’d always dreamed of playing a grand piano but had never thought she’d get a chance to. And now she’d have access to one every day… Suddenly she couldn’t wait to start at the Academy.

[children-of-the-red-queen]

Okay. But imagine being James Yewbeam.

Your brother mysteriously disappears from right under your nose and you don't see him again for almost 90 years.

You KNOW your cousin Zeke was involved somehow. You have no proof. No one has any ideas where he could have gone. You're also completely powerless.

Also your sister dies young, too. Congratulations, you just became an only child :)

Oh, nice children you've got there. Did you want to stop feeling lonely? Well, here's what they're going to do:

[children-of-the-red-queen]

Charlie and Naren are cousins (kind of)

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Charlie and Emma are cousins (kind of)

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Naren and Emma are cousins (kind of)???

Naren and Billy and Emma are cousins (kind of)?

Also: Henry and Charlie call each other cousin, too, so

Charlie, Naren, Billy, Emma and Henry pseudo-cousinship

Found family moment?

[a-crack-in-the-universe]

A New Beginning

Two figures ran towards them from the white house on the cliff. Aunt Pearl and Charlie.

‘You’re here! You’re here at last,’ cried Charlie. ‘You look like a ghost, but you’re really here.’

‘We’re not ghosts,’ said Henry. ‘Charlie, meet Ankaret.’

‘Hi, Ankaret.’ Charlie gave the strange girl his warmest smile, and then shading his eyes with his hand, he looked into the sky and said, ‘What was that?’

A tiny golden sphere flashed in the sunlight, and then vanished.

‘That was the coach that brought us,’ said Henry. ‘It belongs to the forest.’

 After introductions had been made, Ankaret, Henry, Charlie and Pearl walked to the house. It was a lovely house that stood facing the sea. Ankaret couldn’t help but stare at it. Henry had told her that it was his childhood home in his first life, and he’s spoken about it with such love, but she hadn’t truly understood until now. It truly was a beautiful sight.  

Ocean View wouldn’t be her home if it didn’t have a piano, though.

She reminded Henry about it when they were all eating a late lunch at the kitchen table. ‘You said there would be a piano,’ Ankaret said. ‘Where is it?’

Charlie looked up from his food, startled. ‘A piano?’

‘Ankaret’s a pianist,’ Henry explained before Ankaret could speak.

‘A pianist?’ Charlie’s eyes gleamed with interest. He grinned. ‘I have a friend who’s a pianist.’

‘Henry told me there would be a piano here. Where is it?’ She didn’t bother to hide the longing in her voice. She’d already spent so long without one—if Henry had lied to her and there was no piano here, what would she do?

Seeing the desperate look in her eyes, Pearl smiled reassuringly and patted her arm. ‘It’s all right, Ankaret. We have a piano here. I’ll take you to it.’

Ankaret followed Pearl as the older woman quickly took her upstairs and into a spacious room overlooking the ocean. Ankaret let out a small gasp and froze. There, standing in the centre of the room, stood an upright piano. It looked to be of high quality and appeared shiny and new. Immediately she ran up to it but looked to Pearl for permission before touching the black and white keys.

‘It’s beautiful,’ she said, awed. ‘Who--?’  

‘It’s a recent addition,’ Pearl explained. ‘Charlie’s father plays, but he doesn’t come here often. Would you like to try it?’

Did she ever. Ankaret’s fingers had been itching to play the piano from the moment she set eyes on it. Without further ado, she slipped onto the piano stool, settled her fingers on the keys and let her fingers fly across the keys.

Just like that, it felt as if something missing inside of her had finally found its way back, settled deep into her heart. She felt herself smile and smile, her heart almost overflowing with relief and happiness. Finally everything was all right again. She was back where she belonged, with her music.  

She played one of her favourite pieces she’d memorised long ago. She put as much effort as she could into it, though she was a bit rusty and make a few mistakes.

When she was done, there was a moment of silence. Then she heard enthusiastic clapping coming from behind her. She turned to see Charlie and Henry standing near the door with Pearl. Both were grinning. 

‘That was amazing!’ Charlie said. ‘Where did you learn to play like that?’

‘In my first home,’ she admitted. ‘I had lessons with a tutor. My… my parents…’  

She wouldn’t, couldn’t, say anything more than that. Her eyes smarted, and she looked away. ‘I don’t want to talk about it,’ she said quickly, and perhaps a bit too bluntly.          

An awkward silence ensued. Henry said quickly, ‘Come on, Ankaret, we’ll show you the beach. You’ll love it.’  

Ankaret looked at Pearl, wondering if she would object. ‘Go on,’ Pearl said gently.

Shyly, Ankaret nodded and followed the two other children toward the beach.

‘Haven’t you been to the coast before, Ankaret?’ Charlie asked her, noticing the wonder in her eyes as she gazed at the expanse of water.

She made herself reply. ‘I… had, before. With my family.’

It had been 1940, a year before the bombing that had killed them. She pressed her lips together, willing herself to be strong. ‘I forgot what it was like.’

She didn’t—couldn’t—say any more than that, and thankfully Charlie and Henry did not push her to talk more about it.

They had a lovely time playing on the shore, collecting seashells and building sandcastles. Ankaret slowly began to relax and found herself having a lot of fun. Charlie was a great companion and she found herself liking him, just like Henry had promised she would. There was something about him that made it hard not to like him.  

When the children came back into the house, Pearl was sitting at the kitchen table speaking to a tall dark-haired man who Ankaret did not know. They both paused their conversation as they noticed the children approach.

‘Ah, there you are,’ Pearl smiled at them. ‘We were just thinking of you—especially you, Ankaret. We need to have a talk about your future.’

‘My future?’ Ankaret stared at her - at them both. ‘I thought that I would be staying here with you and Henry.’

‘Yes, Henry told me. But while you’ve all been at the beach, I’ve been talking to Paton here, and together we’ve come up with a better idea. You could go back to the city with Paton and Charlie tonight, where you could attend the Bone Academy. The Bone Academy is a school for children gifted in the arts – music, art and drama.’    

‘I—’ Her throat constricted.  

‘It’s your choice, Ankaret,’ Pearl said gently, sensing her anxiety. ‘If you say no, there’ll be no harm done. You can stay with Henry and I in Ocean View and go to the local school here. But you would be better off in the city. You’d be around children your own age who are also musicians. You’d also be able to finish your musical training. And there would be a piano. You’d be able to play it every day.’

A piano. Sudden tears pricked her eyes, which she rapidly blinked away and hoped the others didn’t notice. It was like a dream, a beautiful dream. She almost couldn’t believe it.

‘Will there really be a piano?’ she had to ask. She knew that she could not bear it if it were not true. She’d already had her hopes dashed too many times.        

Pearl understood – she knew her history. There was compassion in her eyes. ‘I promise,’ she said solemnly. ‘There will be a piano. Won’t there, Paton?’

‘There most certainly will,’ the tall man assured her. ‘There’s one in the Academy. The house you will be living in—if you decide to return with us—also has one. There’s also an organ in the cathedral.’

Well, then. Ankaret let out a breath she hadn’t realised she’d been holding. ‘And Henry? Will he stay here?’ She tried to not show how anxious the idea made her feel. Henry had been with her when she first took that first step into the unknown in the Littles’ House. She didn’t know if she could manage another step into the unknown without him.

Henry opened his mouth to reply, but Pearl beat him to it. ‘Henry’ll come too,’ she said firmly.

Henry looked at her, surprised. Pearl smiled sadly at him.

‘Henry, dear, you need to be around other children your own age, instead of spending all of your time alone here with only me for company.’

‘But I’ve loved living here with you, Auntie Pearl,’ Henry protested.

‘I know, Henry. But I’d talked a bit about this with James before he died, and he agreed. This is what’s best for you. I couldn’t let you go before you’d started growing again, though.’

‘But what about you?’ Charlie broke in. ‘Will you be okay here by yourself?’

‘I’ll manage,’ Pearl said firmly. ‘Don’t you worry about me. Now, Ankaret, have you made up your mind? If so, we’ll need to make some calls before it’s time to leave.’

Ankaret had. The thought of going into the unknown again terrified her greatly, but the thought of being able to continue her piano lessons and play her music every day thrilled her. And it didn’t feel so daunting now that she knew Henry was coming with her.    

She smiled shyly. ‘Yes. Please. I want to go to the Bone Academy.’  

[yonetee]

Ezekiel Bloor and Henry Yewbeam... I like Ezekiel face he looks like Rono from Bambi II. XD

I think this... speaks about everything. *facepalm* Yeah, I liked Ezekiel when he was youg... it's pity that was long looooooong LOOOOOOONG LOOOOOOOOOOOONG ago. Henry is cool like as cube.

[charliebonewillbebig]

Condensed Version of Charlie Bone & the Time Twister

Charlie Bone goes back to Bloor’s Academy, where he deals with a cousin who mysterious showed up with a strange marble in his hand. Then he must try to save that cousin from their mutually insane cousin Ezekiel Bloor, who is still acting like a sissy.

Just so you know, this story did NOT rip off Harry Potter.

The end.