Town Trip
“So how does it work?” Caspian leaned on the seat in front of him. “Not having a face and all?”
The girl placed a finger on her chin before writing on her mini whiteboard.
It was a lazy Sunday and Caspian had planned to spend it as such. A full day in town was not his definition of lazy. He didn't even know Jericho was open. Xavier just threw him a change of clothes and told him to meet them downstairs.
He was half asleep when he hopped on the 'school bus' only to find it filled to the brim. Xavier sat next to Wednesday, the former chatting earnestly while the latter offered one-word replies. Enid, of course, was with Ajax, cuddling like they owned the place. Yoko and Divina sat with each other, coffee in their hands, discussing earnestly about clothes. And Bianca and Kent were mindlessly scrolling on their phones, looking just as tired as he was.
The only seat left was in the far back. Next to this girl who was 'staring' out the window.
Now, he wishes he could say he took the turn of her head with grace and poise. But that would make him a liar.
He shouted, jumping away like he had just seen a spider in the bathroom.
In his defense, he was barely awake and was not expecting her face reveal to, well…have no face.
He quickly recovered, stuttering out an apology, before asking if the seat was taken. Thankfully, he was spared the embarrassment of catching the next bus.
He's seen students like her before. He had a more subdued reaction the first time he saw one across the hall. Enid was quick to temper any of his comments out of fear of getting 'canceled' (either for his sake or hers). He was very curious but never had the chance to speak to them.
Until now.
It was actually her who initiated the conversation. He practically ignored the girl for the first few minutes. He assumed she probably didn't fancy a talk with someone who quite literally freaked out at their appearance. But she surprised him by tapping him on his shoulder, holding up a mini whiteboard that said, 'Hello, I'm Nora. What's your name?'
Nora flipped the board around. 'I can still see and smell if that's what you're asking.'
“You just can't speak?”
Nora nodded, giving a 'what are you gonna do?' shrug.
His eyes scanned over her blank face. He felt bad. He already bombarded her with dozens of questions. From how breathing was possible to if she ever longed for the satisfaction of letting out a good sneeze. By her politeness and patience, he guesses this isn't her first go around with the overtly curious.
But like a Hydra, when one question gets answered, two more take its place.
He furrowed his brows. “How do you eat?”
Nora scrubbed the board clean before hesitating. Instead, she dug around in her bag, procuring a small packet of gum.
Caspian keenly watched as she slowly brought the gum to where her mouth should be. His eyes widened when she simply pushed it straight through. Like the skin barrier was just a veil of some sort.
“Woah…”He chuckled in awe. “That's wicked…It just…disappears eh?”
Nora's shoulders shook with laughter, writing on her whiteboard.
'Like magic right?'
Caspian was sure his heart stopped for a second.
“Yeah…” He cleared his throat. “Like magic.”
His back tensed when he heard snickering from behind.
Sure enough, he found a few of the furs unashamedly leering at them.
“Something funny lads?” He sneered.
He couldn't decipher what they were whispering, but he knew 'shit talking' when he saw it.
Most of the boys instantly averted their eyes. A few even pretended to be doing something else entirely. But one of them held fast (presumably the pack leader), doing nothing to wipe his stupid smirk. It was like he was goading him on. Challenging him to do something about it.
Caspian ground his jaw. He'd give them something to snicker about.
But before he could turn to confront them, he felt a small hand on his forearm.
'Ignore them.'
He incredulously looked at the unbothered girl. “It's not right what they're doing.”
'I've had to live with it most of my life. It honestly doesn't bother me anymore. Beats getting kicked in the back in the normie world.'
He blinked at the neat handwriting. He thought that was unbelievably sad yet empowering at the same time.
He was never picked on or bullied. He got along rather well with everyone. Caspian wasn't really the type to make a scene of things. And he thanked Merlin he wasn't. Otherwise, he'd be picking fights whenever he set foot in the common room. He quite literally dormed with some of the most vile pureblooded pricks of his year.
But when push came to shove, he stood his ground which made him a rather difficult target. However, to that group of elitist snobs, nobody was off limits. So he caught his fair share of strays while at Hogwarts. He didn't let it bother him or affect him all that much. Well, he tried to anyway.
Some insults admittedly stung more than others or stuck around longer than necessary.
But he appeared unbothered enough to have earned the reputation of being pretty nonchalant. He'd just shrug off insults, and fire back some of his own before going about his day. People would sometimes ask how he does it, which he honestly doesn't know.
To be frank, he never really cared what they said about him. Behind his back or to his face. That doesn't mean he doesn't stand his ground or speak up. Quite the opposite. He'll happily accept a duel or engage in a battle of Witts if he has time.
But that's the catch if he had the time.
He struggled rationalizing partaking in an engagement which could result in being targeted for the rest of the week.
Besides, he rather not let them get under his skin if he could help it. That denying of satisfaction felt better than any insult or spell he could throw at them.
But if they went after his friends, that was a different story. Half of the time he's in a duel is because he's defending one of his mates. He never regretted doing so (mostly since he usually came out on top), but he was concerned about how easy it was for people to get to him through others. He knew he could take the blows, but he didn't like seeing others do it.
Caspian gave Nora one last reluctant look before sighing and turning in his seat. If she really wanted him to drop it then he had no choice.
Nora gave him an appreciative nod as a stiff silence befell them.
He eyed the girl, picking at her nails absentmindedly. The snickering stopped ages ago, but he still heard it somehow. It was stuck in his head like an annoying echo.
He ran a hand through his hair. He mentally grasped for anything to loosen up the mood.
“Well…not like you need to hear it or anything,” He smiled a little. “But you're one of the most beautiful girls I've ever seen. “
To his surprise, Nora just shook her head exasperatedly. Not the usual reaction he got when trying to hit on a girl. Even if it was in a joking matter.
She flipped the board over. 'Duh, I know that. You aren't the first boy to try that on me.'
Caspian arched his eyebrow, his smirk broadening. “Just because everyone says the sky is blue darling, doesn't make it any less true.”
Nora just stared at him. Her hand darted fervently to the board but stopped just short. She wrote something down but quickly erased it. She hovered her pen over the board, but the ink didn't touch the surface. He deduced it was her equivalent of stuttering.
Caspian sat back triumphantly. Now that was the reaction he usually got. Utter speechlessness.
Either from flattery or getting turned off, he does not know.
Before she could respond, the bus lurched to a halt. Like flowers in bloom, purple blazers shot out of the seats.
He gave the stunned girl one last expectant smile before offering an 'after you' gesture.
It was a crisp February day, the snowfall from the weekend still very much prevalent in the sludge lining the streets. Though, if the weather app on his phone was anything to go by, it'll only warm up from here. Which was great, considering he despised the winter months. While the holidays were always fun, it was the months after that he had a problem with. It was just so boring and lifeless. Seasonal depression is what Divina called it. He rather call it 'just hating the cold, but maybe it was this depression she spoke of.
“See you around.”
He waved back to Nora who joined her group of friends. One of which was a faceless boy who greeted her with a hug. He really did need to stop flirting with spoken-for girls. Even if it was harmless.
“Nice chat with Nora?”
He glanced to the side, Wednesday seemingly appearing out of thin air yet again. He swore she was at least half a block away with the rest of their friends.
“You were watching us?” He stated blandly.
She narrowed her eyes. “I'm always watching.”
He tried his best to appear chafed, but he utterly failed. He's long accepted it was just in her nature to be nosy. Like Kneezles and coughing up fur balls. It's just who they are. He could care less if Wednesday Addams wanted to waste her time watching him. She'll catch him doing what, picking his nose? Big deal.
“Where did you pick up that Sky comment? Or do mind-rotting one-liners come naturally?”
He let out an amused grunt. Look's like Wednesday was of the 'turned off' crowd.
“All natural I'm afraid.” Caspian tapped his temple, making his way to their group.
She caught up with him. “You really shouldn't be proud of that.”
“Well, you shouldn't listen in on other's conversations either.” He hummed, buttoning up his jacket.
He thought about casting a quick warming spell but ultimately voted against it. He couldn't rationalize risking his magic just to be slightly more comfortable. A nice cup of hot chocolate from the highly talked about Weathervane would do the trick, which was half the reason he came on this little outing in the first place.
She was silent for a while before beginning reluctantly. “If you want to speak with her further…I suggest learning American Sign Language and dactylology.”
“What are those?”
“Noppera-bō preferred method of conversation. I'd refrain from conversing with her until you learn them.”
Caspian frowned. He just assumed all of Nora's kind just used writing. But it makes sense that they had more effective forms of communication.
“And you know them?”
“Along with 9 other languages, yes.”
He glanced down at her curiously. “Will you teach me?”
“No.” Wednesday clipped.
“So why even bring it up then?”
“So you don't annoy her to death with conversation thinking it's an equally beneficial exchange.”
“Oh, so now you suddenly care for others?” He shook his head. “Not very sadistic of you. Definitely not on brand.”
“I detest the idea of brands and roles. I will not be defined by a singular term or label just because society - or anyone for that matter - says so. ” Wednesday dug around in her pocket, glancing down at what she conjured.
“I agree,” He looked up in thought. “One label isn't enough. Let's see...Macabre, gloomy, spooky, goth, pessimistic, unsettling, off-putting, odd, extremely unsettling.”
“Dude…what are you doing?”
Caspian blinked, suddenly in front of a bemused Ajax. He was so busy rattling off his list of adjectives, he hadn't noticed he rejoined them. Enid sent him a small wave before turning back to Xavier and Yoko. She started sending 'memes' again last night. It seemed like Wednesday was right. She did get over it. Though it was still a bit weird around her. He supposes it'll just take a bit more time and effort.
“She asked me to list off everything she is. Where was I… ah! did I mention that you suck the life out of everything? Addams?…Addams?” He glanced around when she wasn't by his side.
It seemed at some point, she stopped walking entirely.
Wednesday stood a good distance back, rooted in the middle of the street. She clutched her phone tensely like it would sprout four limbs and walk away if she didn't. The only thing discernible on her otherwise indiscernible face was a knitted brow.
“Well, play your little game while we walk. I wanna hit up a thrift store that just opened…If Xavier's schedule allows it.” Ajax jerked his head back, turning around. “I never thought I'd miss this lame-ass town.”
Caspian shifted his attention from the group back to Wednesday. He gave her a long look before deciding he probably should prevent her from getting run over.
“C'mon lets…” His words died on his tongue as he drew near.
The closer he got, the clearer she became. Her warm fair skin was tinged pink around her cheeks. Her already sharp jaw was clenched so tight it could cut amethyst. Her dark brown eyes darted over every square millimeter of the screen as if her life depended on it.
“What's the matter?”
Wednesday seethed, tearing her hunter gaze away to look up at him. But for the first time, he doesn't think her displeasure was for him.
It looks like she was debating in her mind. After a few more seconds, she eventually flipped her phone over.
Caspian squinted at the tiny device, leaning closer.
It was a picture of them at the archery club yesterday. It was of their side profile. Wednesday had her arms crossed and he had an arrow half drawn.
The accompanying message read, 'shooting his shot 🎯'.
He quickly looked around, darting his eyes over every student nearby. Which was quite a lot. It seemed like the whole academy descended upon this sleepy town.
He remembered learning about her little stalker situation. Before, it really didn't bother him. Maybe the fact he was in a few of them rubbed him the wrong way. That was as far as his caring went.
But now, he'll admit it was slightly alarming.
It was somewhat ironic at least. The person with stalker tendencies was constantly being followed around to their utter annoyance. But if anyone could snuff out an unwanted shadow, it was her.
“You think they're watching us right now?” he gave one last swivel of his head.
Unlike him, she nary nudged hers. Her wary eyes were glued to their gaggle of friends. “They're always watching…”
They must've walked into every shop Jericho had to offer. From clothing to bookstores. To sweets to gardening tools. Half the time, they didn't even purchase anything. They just loudly joked and conversed about everything from family issues to homework.
Even though they were in a group, there was a distinct separation among them. While walking, the boys generally stuck together in the back while the girls chatted at the front. It was a strange phenomenon. One he recognized from his time in Hogwarts that he has yet to find the answer to.
But they would often clash when inside. Like Enid dragging Ajax to every mirror for a photo shoot. Or Xavier showing Wednesday anything that might pique her interest. Or at least, garner a reaction.
He even found himself alone with Yoko at some points, though he never realized it. He'd be checking out a book when he'd look up to find her staring at him from between the shelves.
Right now, they are in a quaint stationary store as per Wednesday's request. He was currently browsing the writing equipment numbly.
He had no intention of buying anything. There was the odd knick-knack and chain that caught his eye, but he couldn't bring himself to purchase them. He never liked clutter and he usually wore his uniform anyway.
However, his wandering finger stopped on a sleek object that stood out. It was a stunning murky jade fountain pen with sterling silver accents. He plucked it from its display case, marveling at it in the soft light.
It was terribly well-balanced. Almost offensively so. He carefully scribed his signature on the sample paper.
CL.
He wrote more and more random words. Terms and definitions from his studies. Full-on lyrics he memorized. Incantations. When he ran out of space, he started drawing circles and stars until finally, just letting it glide across the parchment. It was as smooth as silk while providing just the right amount of friction to be satisfying.
“You finding everything ok?”
He broke out of his trance, turning his head slightly to the clerk. “How much for the pen?”
The curly-haired man pushed up his spectacles. “Unfortunately, we've just recently sold out of that model.”
“Can't I just purchase this one?”
“Sorry, it's for display only.”
“Ahh, too bad. When's your next replanting?”
“I'd say in 3 months, give or take. I could put an order on hold for you.”
He pressed his lips, turning over the pen in his hands. He choked on his breath when he caught sight of the price sticker. Now, he wasn't sure how much that was in galleons, but it probably was too high for what it was worth.
“That won't be necessary.” He smiled, placing it back gingerly. “Thank you.”
“Let me know if you need anything.” The man nodded, ambling down the aisle.
Caspian ran a hand through his hair. Normally he'd just work at the Three Broom Sticks for a weekend or offer his help around the Hamlets to cover the cost. Or better yet, rummage through the Forbidden Forrest for materials like Dugbug tongues and Moonstones to sell.
But he doesn't think he can just do that here. From Enid's tales of struggling to find work during the summer, it didn't seem that straight forward. Resumes, interviews, calls and emails. Union work versus under the table. Orientation days and OSHA certificates. Not to mention the difficulty with being an outcast. It seemed like it was a whole process.
He made to leave before hesitating. He picked up the pen, pressing the fine tip against his thumb. It really was a bloody great pen, the closest thing to a quill in this world.
He can still try to get a job. He doesn't know if he was good at anything outside magic, but he could sweep a broom and scrub a table. Or most likely, bewitch them to do it when no one was watching. He didn't feel comfortable spending Weems' money needlessly, and this pen was the definition of needless.
He pursed his lips to the side. He supposes there was another option available to him.
“Thinking of stealing again?”
He groaned at that signature toneless voice. “You really think of me so low as to steal from a humble little store vendor?”
“I wouldn't put it past you.”
He chose to ignore the Honey Duke raid he pulled last Christmas.
He placed the pen back. “Well…not today.”
“Wise choice, you'd be the prime suspect after showing interest in such an…” She moved beside him, eyeing the object. “Audacious product.”
“I'm a fan of green What can I say.”
She glanced down at the emerald varsity jacket he wore over his uniform. “So I've noticed.”
A silence befell them as they just stared at the pen. He wouldn't call it awkward. But he wouldn't go as far as to call it pleasant. It was still strange to him, their whole dynamic. If he could call it that. Most of their interactions post-ankle break were Wednesday-initiated, but it wasn't like he was fighting it. She was like a very picky Kneezle. He didn't particularly care for Kneezles. However, if out of an entire room of people one chose to approach him, he'd accept. It was oddly flattering somehow.
“Got what you came here for?” He broke the silence, turning to face her.
She dawned what he can only describe as a jet-black Victorian-style trench coat. It was somehow oversized yet fitted to her slender form. In her cuffed hand she held a small bespoke bag with the shops emblem.
“It was my idea to come here no?” Wednesday blinked in confusion. “Would be foolish if I didn't.”
Caspian shook his head, grumbling past her. “A simple yes would've suffice.”
“Now where's the fun in that?”
He stopped mid-stride, mouth hanging open in recollection.
Wednesday cooly moved past him. Her rainy plum scent beckoned behind her as she joined the group.
“All I'm saying is.” Ajax threw his hands up defensively. “Curry should be top 5.”
Xavier vehemently shook his head. “So you have him over Kobe? Bird? Duncan?”
“No way you have Timothy Theodore Duncan in your top 5.”
“What do you mean? He's one of the most winningest players ever-”
“He had so much help. Manu, Parker, Robinson, the Pop system-”
“Bro you did not just - “ Xavier ground his jaw tersely. Caspian was pretty sure this was the first time he saw his roommate genuinely offended. “KD? Klay? Draymond? Iggy? Boogie?”
“Boogie was injured.” Ajax scoffed. “I'm not saying Curry didn't have help, I'm just saying Tim Duncan never got triple-teamed at half-court-”
“Because he's a power forward! Oh my god,” Xavier pulled at his hair. “You're the biggest Curry meat rider-”
“He revolutionized the game!” Ajax gestured loudly with his hands still stuffed in his pockets. “If that isn't top 5 then I don't know what is-”
“Where's Bill Russell then? He basically invented finals MVP? Why isn't he in your top 5?”
“Yeah, Ajax, Bill's like,” Caspian yawned lazily, counting on his fingers. “At least top 4.”
The conversation came to a screeching halt.
He picked at the brick wall he was leaning on, his audible sigh misting in the air. They were waiting for the girls to finish up inside when Ajax brought up something called the 'All-star break'. That spiraled into whatever heated debate they were having at the moment.
To keep himself busy, Caspian counted the cars that passed by. It never failed to surprise him just how many different shapes and colors they could come in.
He lost track at fifteen.
“Huh?” Ajax blurted out. “What are you even saying right now?”
“I dunno,” Caspian rolled over, leaning his head against the wall. “Felt like I should say something since I've been standing here for 25 minutes not knowing what the hell you two are on about.”
There was a pause, and then Ajax snorted. “Looks like You and Xavier have that in common. He doesn't know what he's talking about either. Dude doesn't even watch the NBA like that.”
“I used to watch,” Xavier corrected. “But stopped. That doesn't mean I don't know my shit. Curry's top 10 sure, but not top 5.”
“They're the reigning champs! Curry was just finals MVP like yesterday! When all is said and done, he's top 5 easily…and if I'm being honest…” Ajax puffed his chest out, sending a daring smirk. “Top 3. Fight me.”
The deafening silence after was only broken by Xavier's incredulous belly laugh. Caspian can only describe it as the laugh of disbelief when someone gives an awful take. Which he guessed Ajax probably did.
“So what it's…” Xavier let out one last chuckle. “Jordan…Bron then Curry?”
“Hold on...” Ajax frowned. “You seriously have Jordan over Bron?”
By Xavier's wide eyes, Caspian braced himself for an even more heated debate when the doors swung open with a bell chime.
“See? That wasn't so bad-”
“Sinclair, thank Merlin.” Caspian rushed to her side, almost toppling the girl.
Enid looked at him dubiously. “What's wrong?”
“These two lunatics won't shut up about Currys and Birds and goats! I've never felt so lost in my life.”
“Oh,” She scrunched her nose in distaste. “They're talking ball again. I'm more of a hockey gal myself. I just nod along and agree with whoever seems the most pissed off.”
They stood there, watching the two go at it with rising voices. To him, they look equally pissed off.
“You don't think I tried? Thanks for leaving me with them.” He grumbled.
Enid smiled weirdly at him. “I mean…I wasn't gonna let you try on bathing suits with us.”
“Wait…” Caspian's mind went blank, finally acknowledging the two other girls behind her. “You.. all …tried on bathing suits?”
“I'd be very careful with the next words that come out of your mouth.” Wednesday narrowed her eyes when he continued to stare at her.
Now there was two things he could do in this situation. One, not say anything and move on with his day. Or two, say what was on his mind and suffer the potential consequences.
One option was significantly more fun than the other. Considering how boring his last half hour was, he could afford to poke the proverbial bear.
“Must've been…Freeing for you…” He failed to keep his wicked grin from growing, gesturing up and down her petite body. “Considering you walk around looking like a 18th-century librarian with a stick up her ass 24/7, 8 days a week.”
It was funny how stiffly yet efficiently she closed the distance between them. She moved like a stone statue bewitched to life. Not a hinge of the joint or extension of muscle wasted.
“Hey! That was me being careful.” He strategically backed away, placing Enid between them.
“Wasn't careful enough.”
“What was I supposed to say?”
He chuckled when she tried to move around the girl, only for him to maneuver just out of arm's reach.
“Preferably nothing. Enid move.”
“Enid don't move.” Caspian jumped to the side, circling the befuddled werewolf. “I've been saying nothing for the last 25 minutes. I couldn't help it!”
“Wenya c'mon,” Enid tried tracking them before getting cross-eyed herself. “This is silly.”
“Yeah, I'm just teasing you, Addams.”
“I'm well aware.” She reached out with a flurry of braids. “I'd just like to return the favor.”
He laughed, keeping his eyes on her absurdly concentrated face. “I'm not interested.”
“You're feelings are of no relevance. I'll make sure you see just how 'silly' I can be. Whether you like it or not.”
“Uhh…” He heard Ajax's confused voice approach them. “Why are you guys playing Ring Around an Enid with my girl?”
“Hey hey listen! Liste-listen wait - listen! ” Caspian yelped when Wednesday suddenly faked him out like a pro footballer, this time almost grasping his hoodie
He rushed for the next human barrier. “Ajax will flash you if you don't stop!”
Ajax tried moving away, regretting ever coming over. “No I won't-"
“If you stone me I'll neuter you.”
“What type of threat is that?”
“The serious kind.”
“Ah-ah!” Caspian smirked, suddenly grasping the corners of Ajax's beanie. “Not a step closer.”
“Dude!” The Gorgon shrieked, protectively clutching at his head covering. “Not cool!”
Caspian rushed to Xavier. This time, his human barrier was a bit more productive.
Xavier entrapped Wednesday in his arms before she could reach him. “OK guys, guys!”
“Let me go.” Wednesday squirmed.
Under any other circumstance, she'd probably acknowledge the fact she was being held against her will with more veracity. That only made the situation more funnier.
Caspian chuckled but made sure to stand a good distance back. In case he needed a head start in their sprint across town.
Xavier surprisingly didn't let up even after her request. “I'm all for even-Stephens, but like...can you do it on your own time? Not during the first day back? Which might be our last if you make a scene? I got a schedule you know.”
“Addams the man has a schedule.” Caspian quipped matter-of-factly, making a show of dusting off his jacket. “Have some decency.”
Wednesday ceased in her struggling, gazing intensely at him through her signature hooded stare. It still amazes him how much emotion she can display with such a small stoic face. He even swore he saw a hint of playfulness flash across her eyes. Well, her kind of playfulness, that is. The kind of hunter-high eagerness a Kneezle gets when toying with a rat.
“C'mon,” Xavier loosened his grip. “You'll have plenty of chances to get back at him for…whatever the reason is this time.”
Caspian sent his roommate a grateful look, but all he received was a thin-lipped smile. Xavier's prying eyes lingered on him a bit longer than necessary.
With one last huff, Wednesday wrenched herself free. “Me and Enid are going to Uriah's heap.”
“We are?” Enid pouted.
Wednesday shot her a look.
“Yep,” Enid puffed her cheeks, nodding furiously. “We are.”
“Well that's not on my schedule but…” Xavier ran a hand through his hair. “If you guys have to…just meet us at the Weathervane in 30 minutes. Yoko, you cool with…Ok…”
Xavier's voice faded away just as the Vampire did.
They all watched dumbly as she effortlessly stalked down the street.
Caspian still doesn't fully get Yoko Tanaka. One moment, she seemed like a pretty nice (if not a little pretentious) girl, and the next, a stagnant part of the background. A field mouse had more presence than her.
Wednesday was the first to move, linking arms with Enid and whisking her away.
“How do you take your coffee? Black with no soul?” He couldn't help but call out.
Enid glanced at him in horror. Wednesday in annoyance as she wordlessly pressed forward.
“Dude…” Ajax appeared beside him, watching the two girls disappear around a corner. “You have a death wish.”
Caspian rolled his eyes. “She's not gonna do anything.”
“How do you know?” Xavier appeared on his other side.
“Let's just say we came to an agreement of sorts.”
“What deal did you make that grants you immunity from being murdered by Wednesday Addams?” Ajax chuckled incredulously.
“More like a…” Caspian folded his arms, narrowing his eyes. “ A mutual understanding of how the other operates.
Except for the whistling wind, it was silent for a few seconds. “What the fuck does that mean-”
“Bro no way!” Ajax cut off Xavier, extending his arm dramatically over their chests.
“Nice try I'm not falling for-”
“Xavier, you're gonna really wanna look.”
Caspian followed his wide eyes at what appeared to be a mural of some sort.
He didn't know what was so special about it. But when his two friends suddenly started sprint-walking, he reckoned he was about to find out.
The closer he got the more apparent the cause for alarm was. It was a stylized Nevermore crest with a murder of dramatic-looking ravens. It was obvious who was responsible for it. However, it was what was painted directly above that knotted his stomach.
It was a rather menacingly expressive picture of Joseph Crackstone. His corpse-like appearance was exaggerated. Along with his crooked nose and sinister black eyes. His mouth was turned up in a jester grin as his fingers dangled over the Nevermore Crest and its ravens. Like a puppet master to it's marionettes.
“This is somehow worse than just painting over it,” Xavier grumbled, stuffing his hands in his pockets.
“I mean what did you expect painting it here? The normie school is just down the street. There's a reason everyone stays away from this part of town.”
“It was the only wall that wasn't spray painted from other outreach days.”
“This is…”Caspian grimaced, at a loss for words. “Really tasteless…”
Ajax snorted. “Try Xenophobic.”
“That's a big word for you, where'd you learn it?” Xavier shot back effortlessly.
“That's a big word for you - shut up…” Ajax mocked before clearing his throat, tucking back a rogue snake.“Enid told me.”
They stood there and gawked at the painting like it was an interpretive sculpture. Caspian had to admit, it was annoyingly decent if you could ignore everything else. Looks like Xavier might have some competition for the best artist in town after all. If they could stay out of trouble that is. Too bad the mystery artist just had to waste their energy on committing hate crimes.
“I swear this is the last time I waste my talents on this Podunk town.”
“You said that last time.” Ajax chimed.
“Well, last time I got paid in community service hours. But no amount of hours could get me to do this shit again.”
Caspian knitted his brows. “What's a community service hour?”
“Volunteer work,” Xavier muttered. “You need 40 hours to graduate. What sucks is that outreach day doesn't count towards it.”
“So it's mandatory?” Caspian confirmed with a frown. “I don't think you lot understand what volunteering means.”
Ajax patted him on the shoulder. “Get used to it. This is America. Land of the 'well yes but actually no'.”
Caspian sighed. What a strange set of rules. The notion of volunteering wasn't new to him. It was quite common amongst the students who actually cared about their grades. It looked good on their resume for future jobs. But you didn't need to volunteer to graduate. It should be called 'unpaid labor' instead. Since all the heart that goes into volunteering was nullified by the fact you're forced to be there.
“But I mean everyone hates us so why even bother?” Caspian gestured at the wall. “What has this…how did you put it?…. Podunk town ever done for you exactly?”
Xavier shrugged. “They didn't egg my dad's car that one time he actually bothered to see me.”
He doesn't know whether to laugh or cringe at Xavier's totally serious answer.
“That seems like a very low bar to clear.” Caspian blinked incredulously.
“With normies, you learn to keep your expectations low.”
“They make great movies though. Have you seen The Shining?” Ajax turned to them excitedly.
“I read the book.”
“Of course you did.” Ajax shooed off the blunt artist. “We should watch it sometimes. I'd love to see Caspian's first reaction.”
“If by watch you mean pausing every other second to explain Kubrick's thought process then-”
“Ignore him,” Ajax shooed Xavier away harder. “Whadya say?”
Caspian considered it. “I'll add it to the list, but I'm with Xavier on this. I prefer reading.”
Ajax deflated, the plans in his head disintegrating before his very eyes. “What's so special about reading anyway? You're just staring at dead flakes of wood and imagining scenarios in your head. Kinda outdated if you ask me.”
Caspian and Xavier shared a sarcastic eye roll. “Glad we didn't ask you then. What was the last book you read anyway?”
“Uhhh let's see…” Ajax trilled his lips in thought. “Geronimo stilton? I was like 10...”
“No,” Xavier tilted his head. “It was Gatsby in grade 9.”
Ajax inhaled sharply, face twisting up in a scrunched smile. “So here's the thing …I didn't actually read it.”
“No, you did...” Xavier's frown deepened. "You passed the exam."
“Remember that big ass water bottle I brought that day?”
“The jug yeah?”
“Well, the funny thing is I…” Ajax's eyes drifted over their shoulder. “What the fuck is going on there?”
Xavier sighed. “Don't tell me another one of my drawings got defiled.”
Caspian pivoted, squinting at the crowd of jacketed-purple blazers.
Xavier leaned in for a closer look. “Looks like nothing good.”
“Let's just go,” Ajax muttered, unusually tepid. “What's next on your list- Hey! Caspian!”
Caspian bolted off when a loud shout erupted from the group.
He strode across the street hurriedly. The shouting getting more coherent.
“Bianca?” Xavier panted in confusion behind him.
They quickened their pace.
“You don't get to talk to her like that!” Bianca's unmistakable voice tore through the air, more strident than he'd ever recalled.
“Why not freak? She has no face! That's not normal!” A nazily yet gruff voice bit out.
“And you have no balls, but you don't see me shoving you around. ”
“If I got no balls bitch, then what's this?”
Caspian pushed himself to the front, just in time to witness a pudgy kid their age swing a wooden baton dangerously close to their friend.
Bianca barely flinched.
“Those aren't balls, that's a baseball bat dumbass.” She jutted her hip out indignantly. “Seems like you lack brains as well.”
Caspian subconsciously applauded her cool comeback before shaking his head, gauging the situation.
Divina and Kent were on the sidelines, the latter videotaping the whole ordeal while the former glanced around nervously. There were a few outcasts around, but it was apparent that they were outnumbered by the kids in muggle clothing.
Speaking of, there were two that were seemingly causing the trouble. One was of stocky built and round in the face. He was red with rage (or from running a few feet). He reminded Caspian of Wilson Crab, a similarly built and bull-doggish 6th year in his house. He never got along with him that well, but then again, he tried to avoid his infamous temper tirades.
The second bloke was of lankier stature. His short haircut was awkwardly overgrown, nearly covering his eyes. He wore a hideous sneer that seemed glued on permanently. He reminded him vaguely of Rhys Goyle, who would always find a way to chortle obnoxiously at any and all misgivings.
Bianca stood against them proudly, chin upturn and arm outstretched protecting…Nora?
Nora stood by her side, desperately tugging at her sleeve. It was only now did Caspian noticed the broken whiteboard at her feet.
Xavier and Ajax pushed past him, grabbing Bianca's shoulder gently. “C'mon lets go-”
“Yeah listen to your queer artist friend.”
“Ok it's 2023,” Xavier spared them a icy glance. “You can't be homophobic and racist, pick a fuckin lane.”
Ajax mumbled hesitantly from behind Xavier. “Let's just ignore them. Don't bother with the two stooges-”
“Who you calling stupid beanie boy?”
Ajax quickly glanced down when the short boy directed his glare at him.
“He said stooges stupid are you dumb?” Bianca drew their attention again.
But it was only for a split second. The two blokes eyed a squirming Ajax dangerously. Like Grindylows drawn to blood, they honed in on him.
“What are you hiding under that beanie?” the taller one chuckled, making a quick move for his hat, which the Gorgon had to duck to avoid.
“H-hey stop that!”
“C'mon take the weird hat off.” He made a more aggressive lunge.
“He said back off asshole!” Xavier shoved him forcefully.
The taller boy stumbled back. He had the nerve to look offended before quickly recovering. In two steps, he invaded Xavier's personal space, challenging him.
He glared down at his roommate, which was quite an impressive feat considering Xavier was a pretty tall fellow himself.
The normie raised his hands, but not before Nora somehow got in between them. She pushed both back, whipping her head frantically in a silent plea.
“You touched me freak!”
It was only when Nora was unceremoniously shoved to the ground did Caspian finally move. He caught Nora with one arm, simultaneously spinning her behind him.
“You don't lay your hands on a woman.”
The taller normie's sickening smile broadened. “Oh wow, they come in Bri'ish too!”
The stockier one pushed his friend away, getting right in Caspian's face.
“Oi crikey mate, we got ourselves a live one.” He laughed stupidly, electing a few chuckles from the crowd behind him.
Caspian scowled in disgust. “That's Australian and a terrible one at that.”
The crowd fell silent as the shorter normie faltered.
“He's right…” A disembodied voice murmured from behind them.
Caspian winked at the normie crowd, smirking easily.
“What are you gonna do about it freak? ”
Caspian noticed him fondling the base of the wooden bat. He pocketed his hands, fingering his wand handle.
“Something I might regret.” He dropped his smile. “But you sure won't forget.”
“Caspian…” Xavier murmured warily, eyes glued on his pocket. “It's not worth it.”
He ignored him, staring daggers at the red-faced boy.
“Big talk from one of God's abominations.” The normie bit out under their breath.
It sent an inadvertent shiver down Caspian's spine but he held fast.
“The same could be said about you.” He shot back stonily, all mirth from before gone. “Clearly your mother had a pint too many while you were gestating in her whored out womb.”
Gasps ignited from the now large crowd. Even the glued-on sneer of the taller boy fell. It would appear he struck a nerve.
The boy's face drained before igniting in even more volatile red. He reminded him of a raging Graphorn in mating season.
Caspian decided to press the nerve a bit harder.
“Ahh mummy problems? Makes sense. Does Mummsie still let you suckle on her teat mate? I can practically smell the alcoholic breast milk from over here - actually…you got some still..yeah right there.” He rubbed the corner of his mouth tauntingly.
The boy's nostrils flared, gripping the bat harder. “Watch…it… pal. ” he grits out.
Caspian decided not to watch it, taking a step towards the boy.
“You do have toothbrushes in the normie world, or is the smell of rancid dairy a stylistic choice?
Suddenly, a small hand gripped his shoulder while the other shoved the normie.
All it took was the boy swatting Nora's hand away for Caspian to get right up in his face again.
“I said,” He growled. “Not to touch her.”
“Or what?”
“Let's have at it then.” Caspian went for his wand.
“We're doing this?”
“I guess we are if that's-”
Wham !
He felt it before he saw it.
One moment he was towering over the boy and the next, he was flat on his ass seeing stars. His entire right side of his face felt like it was split in two as his head started to pound.
His ears were ringing so much he wasn't able to make out what the crowd was shouting. 'World star' was it? The phone flashes only further disoriented him.
He blinked his stinging eyes profusely. Through blurry vision, he can see the raging Graphorn struggling to release himself from the vice grip of five boys holding him back.
“Caspian!” Bianca's alarmed voice echoed through his ears.
He felt hands swarm at his body. Some tried to help him up while others urged him to stay down.
“Ah, shit!” He hissed when he tried nursing the burning right side of his face. “What the shit was tha-”
“You alright?” He made out the two fuzzy Xaviers hunched over him.
“Yeah just…” He winced, rubbing at his nose. He glanced down numbly at the blood smeared across his sleeve. “Just give me a second...”
He tried to get back up, which he instantly regretted, stumbling back in a heap.
“Woah! Slow-down cowboy. I think you should take it easy, the guy had a mean right hook.”
“All talk and no bite!” He heard the shorter boy holler maniacally. “Expect nothing less from a prissy freak in uniform!”
Caspian ground his teeth, fumbling for his wand. “I'll show you bite you bloody git-”
“Caspian don't… Wednesday? What the hell- WOAH WAIT- WOAH!”
Out of nowhere, Wednesday glided in, delivering precise jabs to the fleshy boy before anyone could stop her. He started spazzing uncontrollably, face morphing in a sort of paralyzed pain.
She promptly twisted his arm, which elected a pig-like squeal from the boy. By this point, everyone was still too shocked to do anything but stare.
Without hesitation, she plunges two fingers into his stout nose before delivering a swift leg sweep. The boy fell on his belly, letting out a blood-curdling cry as his nose ripped up unnaturally.
It all must've happened in under three seconds, Caspian doesn't even recall blinking.
He watched as the taller one picked up a bat with a wild glint in his eyes. He was about to yell when a hand shot out from the crowd, tearing the bat away.
“What the hell is your problem?” A new normie kid hissed, clutching the bat securely in his auburn hand.
The taller boy seethed, reaching for the bat but the boy made sure to keep it out of arm's reach. “The goth bitch jumped Carter! The freaks started it!”
“And you're about to end it with a fuckin bat Jonah? Really? How does Juvey sound?”
“Fuck you, Lucas!”
Throughout all the commotion, he watched as the bulky boy was merely left whimpering in his own drool on the pavement. Wednesday simply wiped her fingers on his shirt in mild disgust. She locked eyes with Caspian, giving him a strange look. A mixture of disappointment with a drop of concern. Like a disgruntled caretaker.
She was by his side in two strides.
“What were you thinking?” She dropped down with a sigh, studying his face intensely.
“I thought I was gonna duel him!” He hissed when her finger ghosted at his right eye, which was getting harder to see out of by the second.
His plan was to hex him with an explosive diarrhea jinx followed by a self-wedgying charm. A rather cruel combination if you ask him. All discreetly of course, but he wasn't expecting to get punched right here and there. He didn't even get to the good parts of his insults yet.
“This isn't like your home. People don't duel.”
“I'm well bloody aware - AH! Will you stop that!” He whined when she prodded his probably broken nose.
She shook her head. “Let's go to the Weathervane and ask for ice.”
“Shouldn't we go to the hospital?” Ajax squeaked, wide eyes focused on the puddle of blood on the pavement.
“He was punched not stabbed.” Wednesday rose gracefully, gesturing for them to pick him up. “Besides, I think his ego took a bigger hit than his face.”
“Can you just not be observant for one second?” he ground out, face flushing warm.
Caspian struggled to stand even with the help of Xavier and Ajax.
But he refused to turn around, eyeing the bully as he attempted to get up. He slowly drew out his wand.
“Caspian,” Wednesday stepped in front of him with a knowing look. “Don't.”
“Just one little-”
“No.” She said with finality. He felt her soft, cold hand lowering his. “You really want to risk your existence just to get a bit of payback?”
It hurt to sniffle, yet he did anyway, eyes darting from the normies to her.
He begrudgingly dropped his wand back in his pocket.
Wednesday stood there for an extra second before leading the way to the Weathervane.
It was only when his friends were a couple paces ahead, did Caspian discreetly point his wand behind him.
“After the Rave'n incident, you've gone soft Walker…Carter?”
The pudgy boy tripped on seemingly nothing, but instead of falling face first, he started prancing about on all fours. Squealing about like a little piglet much to everyone's utter horror.
“Carter what's going on- Shit! ”
The taller boy tried helping his friend. But when he bent over, his pants miraculously dropped straight to his ankles.
All the flashing camera lights were now on them as the Nevermore students started giggling profusely. Even some normies joined in on the fun, watching the show play out in amused disbelief.
Caspian only had a second to enjoy the view when he was yanked from the crowd, coming face to face with an angry Wednesday.
“Don't look at me like that,” He rolled his eyes, trudging past her. “It'll wear off in a few minutes.”
“Alright, so just pretend like you're fixing my nose I'll fix it later, you get me?”
“Understood.”
“Alright so just-”
Crack !
“ARGH!” Caspian bit his tongue, red eyes stinging. “What the hell?”
Wednesday got down from her tippy toes. “I fixed your nose.”
“I just told you not to!” Caspian cursed, careful to keep his voice low to avoid unwanted attention.
“Did you now?” She drawled dryly. “I must've misheard.”
They were in the back corner of the Weathervane near the condiments section. When she offered to fix his nose, he should've known better. Wednesday just doesn't 'mishear'.
“You bloody bastard! This is payback for the swimsuit joke isn't it?” He groaned though he knew full well the answer.
“I don't consider fixing your nose as payback, it's an objectively good deed.” She turned her chin up before quirking her lips ever so slightly. “And besides…I was only teasing.”
“It was bloody payback!” Caspian threw his hands up, following her back to their booth. “You're unbelievable...”
“Here Italian Stallion.” Bianca smiled easily, reaching across Ajax to hand him a small plastic bag. “Some ice. On the house.”
He pressed it against the raw tender flesh of his eye. He was gonna bruise and bad.
Wednesday slotted in next to Xavier and Caspian next to her. He was barely able to take his seat when the doors flung open.
“Oh my god!”
Enid bee-lined straight for him, hair frizzy with bags swinging on her arms
“Enid?”
He just realized the girl was nowhere to be found during the whole debacle.
“Are you ok? Is anything broken? What happ- Ugh..." Her face twisted in disgust, stopping just short. "That's a pretty nasty black eye…” She shook her head back to concerned. “How's your head? Did you fight back? How many fingers-”
“I'm ok Enid thanks.” He tried shooing away her doting hands, feeling the makings of a headache coming on.
“Ok…” She took a calming breath, taking her seat opposite him next to Ajax.“Why the hell did you fight a bunch of normies?”
“He more got sucker punched and Wednesday kicked their asses.”
Caspian shot Xavier a dangerous look, which he only shrugged at.
“I wasn't expecting to get punched alright?”
“I'm actually curious,” Bianca leaned against the table, handing him a ball of tissues to soak up his bloody nose. “What did you expect when you said, 'alright then, let's have at it?' A dance?”
“I thought we were jumping the idiot!” Caspian defended with closed eyes as he rubbed his temple. The air was too cold and the cafe lights were just too bright right now.
“We were putting small-minded bullies in their place. I never thought things would get physical. But when it comes to boys, I guess that's the next natural progression eh?” Bianca sighed, taking a long slurp from her mug.
“Listen, where I come from you either argue or try to blow each other up, no in-between.” Caspian switched the hand holding the ice, pressing it against his eye. “Punching just seems so…muggle.”
“Well, this is Muggle America.” Ajax piped up unhelpfully. “The land of 'punch or get punched'. “
“Blow each other up? Muggle?” Caspian opened his eyes at the new befuddled voice. “What are you talking about?”
It was the normie kid from the fight, perched on a stool awkwardly near their table.
Caspian blinked. “Who the hell is this guy again?”
“Oh uh…I'm Lucas.” The boy grinned sheepishly. “Lucas Walker. Sorry, those were my…old friends back there.”
Caspian appraised the boy. From his brown eyes to his tight curly hair and pearly smile worthy of a seat in office. He glanced around the table for their reactions to the newcomer. Wednesday stirred her mug indifferently, and Bianca smiled politely.
But that was as far as the neutral to positive reactions went. Xavier folded his arms, stubbornly looking at the window. He probably had a history with Lucas and his old group regarding his past murals. Ajax also openly side-eyeed him, hugging Enid protectively to his side.
But it was Enid's reaction that was of most interest to him. She was stiff but not stand-offish like the rest. She would stare but not glare, frown but not glower. It was like she was still deciding how she felt about the boy. Definitely, some history there.
He concluded that if he was sitting near their table, it must be alright to engage in some neutral banter. He did step in to stop it all. Well, after Wednesday put an end to it.
“You have shit taste in friends mate.” He decided on.
“That's why they're old,” Lucas responded easily. “Um, I'll speak to Sherrif Galpin about what happened. My dad and him were close. I'll make sure to make it clear they were the ones who started the fight. We have a lot of video evidence if need be.”
“The entire videos already on 'Nevermore Whispers!'”
“Enid…” Wednesday chided lightly, before taking a sip of her mug. He'd feel much better if her actual go-to order was black coffee.
“What?” She blinked innocently, stealing Ajax's hot chocolate. “I don't run that account, they're actually my main competitor. People simply don't read nowadays I'll never get it.”
Xavier and Caspian shared a knowing look.
“Well, whatever the case.” Lucas cleared his throat. “You guys won't lose your visitation privileges.”
“Appreciate it, Lucas.” Bianca nodded.
“No problem.”
An awkward silence followed quickly after. Lucas gave Enid - whose eyes were trained on meticulously adding marshmallows to the cup - one last look before clearing his throat.
“Um…I should probably get on that now…Before they get to Galpin first.” Lucas hopped off, tucking the stool in.
“I need to use the washroom,” Enid mumbled suddenly, scurrying off.
Lucas spared her a glance before making his way to the door. He was halfway to it when he spun around hesitantly. “Um…quick question? Caspian is it?”
“Uh-huh…”
“Were you the one who flipped the Jenson's car?”
Caspian blinked.
He let the blood-soaked wad of tissues fall to the table, gesturing with the melting ice pack in his hand. “Does it look like I can flip a fuckin car?”
Lucas shut his mouth with a clamp. “Ahh, well…see ya'll around.”
He shook his head. Getting his ass handed to him was decidedly not a part of his definition of 'Lazy Sunday'.
He hasn't seen Nora ever since the incident. Looking back, she just wanted the whole thing to end just like the bus incident. He felt a little bad for letting his temper and the heat of the moment get the better of him. It was decidedly her fight and no matter how good intentioned he and Bianca were, she should have the final say.
“Careful you're bleeding on me.”
He was drawn from his musings by a disgusted Wednesday.
“Oh let me just-” He shook his head, leaning his dripping nose over her.
Wednesday swiftly grabbed his hand, shoving a napkin in it before quite literally putting it up his nose. “Try that again and I'll give you a matching black eye.”
He opened his mouth to retort when a buzzing emanated from the table.
They glanced down at the unknown caller ID.
His breath hitched, sharing a startled look with her.
Wednesday - hand still on Caspian's - unlocked the phone carefully.
It was a rather unflattering photo of him on the floor, Wednesday kneeling beside him. It was taken through a mess of legs and from quite a distance away.
The accompanying caption read: 'We all fall down😜'