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Autumn Equinox - September 22

Power Up: Intuitive Teleportation

September 22nd marks the beginning of Libra season. The the sun makes its way through Aquarius’ ninth house of higher education and adventure. You’re in an adventurous mood, and you’re feeling less gloomy or weighed down by very serious issues. This is a marvelous time for you to travel, study, share ideas, and even publish work! Maybe it means squeezing in meditation sessions via local classes or even an app or actually planning an eye-opening trip overseas...Literally.

The last Autumn Equinox provided with Rory with the ability of navigation intuition, and this time around it’ll only further combine the power of their mind and travel.

Intuitive Teleportation

While, it’s limited, Rory will now have the ability to teleport using mental images or using their intuition to bring them somewhere they feel like they need to be. For example, Rory can sense they’re needed at Imogen’s and Jude’s house and they’ll appear there. Or, if they have a clear vision of a location, like a local coffee shop, they can teleport there. This also works in favor of their escapist tenancies. Rory can sense that they shouldn’t be somewhere, so they’ll appear somewhere else, like if an intense emotional conversation is about to happen.

With their eyes shut, Rory takes a few deep breaths, breathing in the scent of their eucalyptus essential oils, focusing on clearing their aura of any impurities. The crisp, clean scent of the eucalyptus gradually becomes sweeter and sweeter, until Rory’s room smells like a bakery. There’s a pull in their chest, and the image of the Imogen/Jude kitchen comes to mind. The air vibrates and they no longer feel grounded to their bed, but like they’re stumbling off a cliff. Rory gasps, green eyes flying open, meeting Jude’s equally terrified gaze as their feet hit the solid ground below them.

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Rory stepped around him, gentle fingers toying and tugging at Jude’s shortened locks. Jude looked up from his lap curiously to watch Rory work. His smile shrunk to a thoughtful little frown. The meeting would be a mess. Anything he tried to do almost always turned into a mess. Not to mention, all twelve in one room spelled out disaster more often than not. Jude set his jaw. He was adamant. The longer they fought each other, the closer they got to the (literal) deadline with nothing to show for it. So, it might be a mess, they might collapse into petty arguments over who was in charge or who held what magical items. It was better than sitting in silence, ignoring the fact that together they had power and resources far beyond any cosmic force. Someone had to remind them that anything they set their minds to, no matter how big or small, as a team they could make it happen, that is, if they could ever set their minds to anything…

With a sigh, Jude returned Rory’s bashful smirk with a sincere smile. “Arguments are inevitable, but if one person thinks they can tell the rest what to do, we’ll scatter to the wind all over again. Even if our lives depended on it, which they do, we’ll never 100% agree on anything. That’s just the kind of environment we’re working with.” He folded his hands together in his lap. His voice softened with a quiet hopefulness. “We’re people—fickle, angry, and afraid—so we need to handle this like people, by listening to each other. We don’t have to agree, we just have to understand, and we have to look out for each other. We managed to work together to save Faye, surely we can do the same to put all of this madness to a stop.” He didn’t blame Rory for struggling to compromise with the others. Jude suffered the same problems. Here he was, calling for teamwork and reasonableness, while he refused to reveal the location of the magic locket to anyone.

The heavy contemplation that weighed on his shoulders fell away as Rory teased their product-slickened fingers through his hair. Jude’s sweet smile returned along with a gleeful hum in his throat. “Thank you, Rory. You’re a good friend.” How strangely unexpected life could be. One day you’re getting yelled at by someone for merely asking questions, the next day they’ve become a reliable friend and dependable counsel. “I don’t think I’d be brave enough to go through with this crazy idea without you.” He accepted the mirror, but his gaze lingered on Rory a while longer, instead of checking his new haircut. “I’m sorry I didn’t trust you sooner. I should have known better.” His eyes flickered away toward the mirror, breaking the awkward, embarrassing contact. He turned his head from side to side. “Wow, look at that,” he marveled. “My head is so much lighter.” Jude playfully shook his head, but the curls remained where they belonged, on top of his head and out of his eyes. “So much better. Thank you, Rory!”

Rory raised a brow in surprise. They never expected to hear those words out of Jude’s mouth. A few months ago, Rory thought a friendship with Jude just wasn’t possible. Despite coming from similar backgrounds, they were entirely different people down. They had to admit they were glad they extended the olive branch, because they quickly realized it was much easier to be with Jude than against him, even if it meant swallowing their pride from time to time to patiently explain something to him. “Crazy ideas are sort of my thing, so you’re welcome,” They teased lightly, giving him a gentle pat on the head, careful not to ruin the meticulously placed curls. 

“Not to say I told you so, but I told you so. I tell everyone so,” Rory smirked as they busied themself with collecting their supplies. “Trust me sooner, because I’m not talking out of my arse.” It was the same thing with Imogen, fighting to prove that they actually knew what they were talking about when it came to astrology, even she came eventually came to that realization. As nice as it was, Rory wished people would just believe them the first time, rather than fighting them over it.

They packed their bag with the products and scissors before stopping in front of Jude to watch as he admired his new hair, a fond smile reaching their lips. “You’re welcome,” Rory gave him a dimply grin. “And thank you for giving me another chance. I know I can be a bit--unyielding and hot-tempered at times. As much as I make fun of you earth signs, I’ve got a lot of earth in my chart, plus having a fire moon sign...” They trailed off, realizing they were rambling before waving a hand. “Anyway. All is well between us. Now, why don’t we eat more of those sweets while I take pictures of your gorgeous hair?”

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Jude chuckled down at his lap. Rory’s attempt at Spanish was rather atrocious, but Jude couldn’t blame them. Most of Jude’s fellow Englishmen struggled to get the accent right. Rory did well, all things considered. More importantly, the awkward nervousness that often settled between himself and Rory when Jude second-guessed how he was supposed to act with his flamboyant, nonbinary friend, had dissipated as quickly as it had come. No longer worrying about playing his masculine side, or avoiding anything accidentally offending, Jude let his relaxed mind speak unhindered. “My little chicken, I adore you~” He snickered at his lap. Behind his head, the scissors trimmed away with a sharp snip, snip, snip. “Even the English have their silly pet names.” He dropped into the rugged slur of his native accent to prove his point. “Say, me dovey, you ever ‘ad a sweetie?” He cleared his throat, putting on a bashful smile. “Love makes people totally mental, innit? They lose their ‘eads. Start babblin’ loony nonsense.”

It was a relief to hear Rory agree with him. Someone had to step up. Jude fought being the leader, he always asked for group decisions and organized the details as best he could. He wasn’t in charge, but he was willing to stand up when something needed to be said. Maybe that was enough to put someone in charge. He silently considered Rory’s ideas, his fingers fidgeting under the large smock. They were right, if he could get more of the group on his side…

He had Ava, and Rory, already agreeing with him. He’d talk to Des right away, and ask for Luca’s help with the logistics. Between Rory and Luca, the meetings would be well organized and hopefully remain diplomatic enough for discussions and decision-making. Cleo would likely be helpful as well. That made six of them, half the group. Surely the rest would be more inclined to play along if he had half of the twelve agreeing with him. He feared the most unwilling might be his own roommate, Imogen. Maybe this time, she wouldn’t explode on him. She had been getting better about that. “Hmm, okay. That’s a good point. I’ll check on some of the others. I think… I think most will agree, we should be working as a team toward something.” He raised a smock-hidden hand to rub at the prickly stubble that jutted from his chin. “I’m hoping we can get some sort of discussion going. There aren’t that many of us, we can afford to hear what everyone thinks about the grimoire, and our abilities, and this so-called curse. We managed to save Faye together, surely we can solve this if we all actually talked to each other for once.”

His hand dropped back to his lap as a realization struck him. “You do too care!” His forehead wrinkled in a thoughtful frown. “Okay, maybe not for all of them, but you gave me a second chance and you absolutely didn’t have to. You care more than you think.” Jude glanced up at the spackled blue and white sky, acutely aware that he couldn’t move his head to give Rory the meaningful look they deserved. “I think we all do. We’ve all struggled together in the last year, and lifted each other. Whether they notice it or not, we’re a family now. You don’t have to like your family, but you do have to care. And, from what I can tell, we all care, a lot, in our own ways. That’s why… I’m going to do it. I’ll ask everyone to meet again, soon. Let’s hope I don’t get yelled at again.” He spoke with a resolute softness–careful but certain.

Rory had to lower the scissors as their shoulders shook with the force of the giggles that bubbled from their lips. Jude’s accent didn’t sound too different from their own when they let themself slip into it. It was always a bit tamer at Durham, when they were surrounded by clipped, posh accents. At home though, their northern accent was so thick, they were sure the students here would never understand them. Or when they were in the middle of some passionate rant. “Jude, luhv, you melt me heart. Call me dovey again. Sets me heart a flutter,” Rory snickered. 

Wiping the tears that appeared from laughing, Rory took a deep breath to settle down before continuing with Jude’s hair. It was nearly done now. They just needed to do a few final touch ups and add the product to keep the curls neat and in place. Rory hoped Jude was right, that they could find a way to get everyone to agree to work together. It didn’t go so well for themself the first time. Imogen easily shot down everything they said, but things were different. She seemed more inclined that believe that Rory knew what they were talking about after everything with Faye. Dane would be another story entirely. The Aires seemed determined to keep himself at a good distance from everyone. 

“It’ll be a little bit of a mess at first,” Rory murmured, stepping back and slowly around Jude to see his hair at all angles, stopping in front of him to run their fingers through the curls near his forehead. “Loads of different opinions and no clear leader will definitely lead to a few arguments, but we’ll have to learn to compromise,” Rory winced, knowing they were equally guilty of being stubborn. “I’ll have to learn to compromise. I’m not the best at it,” They admitted, smirking down at Jude before disappearing behind him again. 

Rory rolled their eyes at Jude’s indignant protest, though a smile was hinting at their lips. “Alright, alright. That was bad phrasing,” Rory chuckled lowly, pausing to squeeze some product on their palms before working it through his curls. “Obviously, I don’t want people to hate me. I don’t think anyone does, but I also get that you’ve got to deal with backlash when doing something...controversial,” They wrinkled their nose, really not liking that word. What was so controversial about fighting for basic human rights? “I guess what I’m saying is I’m used to getting yelled at. When you organize protests and campaign for issues people don’t agree with, you deal with a lot of hatred. So, if I need to round up the troops and bruise Dane’s ego a little, I’ll do it.” 

They finished up Jude’s hair, falling quiet as Jude decided he’d be the one to organize the meeting. As much as people insulted Jude’s leadership, he was one of the best options for it. Even if it didn’t always go well, Jude always had the best intentions in mind, and his steadiness was mandatory for a group of hot-headed fire signs, emotional water signs, and ideological air signs. “Well, I’ve got your back,” Rory finished resolutely before handing Jude a mirror. “And your hair. You’re all done.” 

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Autumnal Aquarius

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Jude’s eyes cast upward toward the mottled blue sky spotted with wisps of grey clouds. “You’d pull it off better than me.” Rory always did have a sense of fashion. Jude’s mind formed a picture of Rory, luxurious curls coiffed up and willowy shape dressed to the nines in the clean fashion of a handsome royal tuxedo. It felt oddly un-Rory. Jude supposed it wasn’t his place to decide, but in his mind, Rory belonged in bright colors and low-cut shirts, the same way Jude belonged in second-hand jeans and knit sweaters. It was just who they were. Dress either one up in a suit worth a million pounds and they’d just look like they were in a Halloween costume. Maybe it was because Jude knew he and Rory weren’t Windsors, or maybe it was something else. Maybe Jude just didn’t feel comfortable pretending to be something he was not, and he certainly was not suave, fancy, or cultured like the other men dressed in their exquisite blacks. He hoped Rory didn’t pretend to be something they weren’t either, because Jude thought Rory worked far too hard to express themself only to cover that up now.

His train of thought derailed when Rory’s fingers swept through his hair to drag light fingernails over his scalp. The warm and relaxing sense of happiness that washed over him was enough to cause a soft chuckle to bubble up from his chest. Rory guessed correctly that Des had been the one to pet his hair before, but it had only been in those dark winter months under the weight of Jude’s miserable depression. He and Des found comfort together in those days in soft and quiet ways. He wouldn’t doubt it, though. Had Des been a foot taller, Jude would likely find himself the receiver of many delightful cuddles.

“My duck?!” Jude exclaimed with raucous, surprised laughter. “¡Mi pato!” He shook his head, then remembered Rory was back there with scissors and promptly stopped moving. “What an odd pet name! You French are so strange!” Though the more he thought about it, the more it didn’t seem all that strange at all. “A little strangeness never hurt anyone, though. Has it, mi pollito?” The Spanish language had its own share of weird nicknames.

“Oh dear, no.” Jude tensed up just in time to stop himself from shaking his head again. “I’m no supermodel. I’m just me.” Blue hair simply would not work. After all that fuss he’d made last year about not being the leader of the group, he couldn’t start dying his hair blue like an animated main character or a trendy television star. That would send the wrong message entirely. Although… He was starting to feel that old desire to get them organized and working as a team once again. This time, he was trying a more tentative approach.

“Hey, Rory? I’ve been thinking. A dangerous thing to do, I know…” He snorted at his own bad joke before looking down at his lap and regaining a more shy composure. “The twelve, we’re all kind of doing our own things. Practicing magic, not practicing magic. Worrying about the authors, not worrying about the authors. And with what happened to Faye… I think we all need to get on the same page. We need a plan on how we’re going to handle this.” Now that the words were out, he began to feel a bit more confident about his idea. Besides, Rory wasn’t the one he was worried about. He and Rory had their differences before, but they were working together now. Jude trusted Rory. “I want your advice. I think we should start meeting weekly, as a team, to discuss our abilities and what we want to do about them. That way we’ll be more prepared for… well… whatever it is we’re preparing for.” Jude tilted his head back to peek up at his friend. “What do you think? Is that too demanding? I don’t want to make anyone upset again. I’m so tired of people thinking I’m bossing them around, I’m just trying to help… What should I do?” He huffed a small sigh into his chest. He knew Ava was on board. Des went along with anything that made them a closer team. Jude had even mentioned the idea to Luca once before when his friend had come to try and pull him out of his gloomy shell. The others… He feared the others wouldn’t like to work so closely with each other. There were so many variables to consider.

“I’m not sure about that,” Rory shrugged. “I like to dress up, but a plain suit and tie? How dull,” They commented. Honestly, Rory was tempted to make a statement at this event and show up in some stunning, cinched gown, like they’ve always wanted to, but this wasn’t the appropriate occasion. As much as they liked to break the mold and express themself, they were smart enough to know when they were fighting a losing battle. That didn’t mean they let Des buy them some ordinary suit though. They were going to turn heads no matter what they wore, dress or suit. 

Rory was about to scold Jude for moving his head so much when he seemed to realize himself and settled down, allowing them to return to snipping at the strands. “Mi pollito,” Rory repeated, attempting the accent to match, but their northern accent just got in the way. Plus, they just seemed to automatically go French when speaking other languages. “My...chicken?” They guessed with a laugh. “Why do romance languages love calling their significant others different animals? Ah, yes, kiss me, my flamingo,” Rory sighed dramatically before breaking into giggles.

Despite Jude’s unwillingness to try something new, typical Taurus, Rory was just glad he was so comfortable being himself. He was clearly going through a hard time earlier in the year, and Rory didn’t want to see him spiral again. So, they’d let Jude keep his natural hair color, at least he was letting them cut it. “Hm?” Rory hummed nonchalantly when Jude spoke up, mentally preparing themself for some ridiculous question to follow. What they weren’t expected was to be asked advice on weekly meetings. Rory smiled softly to themself, secretly flattered that Jude trusted them enough to ask their opinion. It was a nice change to last year when Rory was fighting tooth and nail just to get their ideas in the mix. 

“I think you should do it,” Rory murmured over the sound of the scissors snipping. “I mean, you’re right. The whole point of this is we’re all supposed to work together to fill the grimoire, and we can’t do that divided. And if no one is going to step up and take the initiative then nothing is going to change. I think a weekly meeting is a fair request, but then again, I’m not everyone,” Rory shrugged, fairly certain that not everyone was as willing to work together. “If you don’t want to be singled out as the leader again then maybe get some people on your side before proposing the idea. Then it looks more like it was a group idea than yours,” Rory paused before smirking to themself. “Or I can even do it for you. I don’t really care whether the others like me or not.” Which wasn’t completely true. Rory believed it was better to make allies than enemies. But if trying to make people like them got in the way of progress then they chose progress. 

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predictable-luca‌:

   Rory’s light jab broke a smirk across Luca’s lips, almost like the Aquarian knew how to chip the witch’s stony facade with ease. The two were definitely opposite sides of the spectrum with magic or with their personal lives, yet since that night when their magic connected seemed to sparks something in Luca that he didn’t want to admit. Between being the one to initiate drinks before the ball, to finding himself scroll his Instagram and seeing Rory’s face more on his dash—there was a friendship or thread between them. “Hanging out sounds voluntary.” he scoffed, “Most times I feel like whenever we are together it’s some meeting being orchestrated or some kind of subtle test to make sure we all aren’t dead, possessed, or simply minding our p’s and q’s.”

    “If you broke fullout wings, that be awful but oddly interesting.” he noted, “I can see Ruth having a full melt down demanding that we wipe everyone’s memories as if it was that easy.” shaking his head, unsure if Jude or Ruth were the worse of the group—both equal in being or wanting to be the leader or generally failing at doing such. “My money is still on Imogen burning something.” he left with that, sipping his drink, glancing between the bar crowd and back at Rory before his comment caught him off guard. “Oh, um…” clearing his throat, “Doubtful. I can barely keep a conversation going with strangers let alone a ‘rich bloke’ as you poetically put it.” 

“You mean you don’t want to hang out with me?” Rory teased with a little smirk, their finger idly tracing the rim of their glass. Unlike the others in their group, minus Wren, Rory knew Luca before they were forced together by magic. Even then, the two of them were pretty distant with each other. They just didn’t have very much in common, despite being in the LGBT+ club together. It turned out being gay didn’t automatically make you best friends, who would’ve thought? It seemed things between them were changing though, and Rory could see them developing a closer friendship. Not that they’d ever really admit it, but Rory would like to have more friends. They barely had any growing up. 

Rory dropped their chin in their hand, staring off into space as they tried to imagine the chaos that would unfold if they did let their wings out. “Mmmm, I don’t know if we reached that level yet. I know we destroyed an evil wolf, but massive memory erasing? That would take a lot of tutoring,” They side-eyed Luca, giving him a dimply-grin, cheeks flushed from the alcohol. “Even better. Dane and Imogen burn the place down together. That would be an eventful ending to a most likely boring evening.” They lifted their head to look at Luca full on, raising a brow at the self-doubt leaking evident in his tone. “Sure, you can. You just need to be yourself. You’re already cute, so it’s not like you need to try that hard.”

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“Oh please, no.” Jude’s good-humored chuckle was raspy with desperation. “I’m already going to look ridiculous in the suit Marco bought for me. I need to save at least a little dignity for this charity ball.” Not that he wouldn’t look absolutely hilarious in a dress with his immense shoulders poking out like watermelons over something as fragile and dainty as silk and frills. If he walked around like that, he could kiss his internship and all of what little self-respect he had goodbye.

Twiddling his thumbs under the great big bag of the smock, Jude shut his eyes as the comb grazed gently over his scalp. The light scrape of the teeth through his hair follicles sent delicious tingles prickling down the back of his neck. “Nope,” he sighed quietly. “I don’t think anyone’s ever played with my hair much.” His head felt like putty in Rory’s hands, theirs to move or play with as they wished. “Maybe I’m too tall…” He added with a sleepy yawn. “Mon canard…” Jude mimicked the French phrase in a quiet mumble. He wished he had bothered to learn more French as a child. He supposed he still could, he was already bilingual. It wouldn’t be too difficult. “Mi canario?” He blinked his eyes open to give Rory a bright grin, but Rory was likely too far behind him to notice.

The scissors came out. Bit by bit, Rory teased out the ends of Jude’s air and snipped off the extra long shaggy ends. Little ticklish balls of hair tumbled down onto Jude’s chest and shoulders. He continued to fiddle with his thumbs, though he could not see his motions under the smock. “If I fall asleep, I would like my hair dyed blue. I don’t think purple would look good on me, it’s too…” Girly? He already knew Rory would give him a verbal smacking for that one. “It would look better on Cleo, or you…” He weakly attempted to steer the comment in a better direction. “I like blue better. Light blue, like the sky.” His face screwed into a slight grimace at the mental image. “I’d look like an anime character.”

“Why ridiculous?” Rory questioned over the quiet sound of snipping. “Even paupers like us can clean up well. I, for one, am going to look so incredibly rich and fancy that this lot is going to assume I’m a Windsor,” They snickered. Oh, what they would have given to be the one walking down the aisle for Prince Harry. If Meghan Markle was some big controversy, Rory could only imagine how well the public would take them as Harry’s bride to be. They were better off causing a stir in other ways, like a massive protest.

Rory frowned sympathetically, pausing to give Jude’s scalp a little scratch. Tall or not, everyone deserved a good scalp massage. “I would’ve assumed Des spends all his free time petting you like a puppy, but the height thing...” Rory trailed off with an amused smirk. The Leo was so short that he would probably have to stand on a stool to get at Jude’s hair. Rory looked down at Jude, matching his bright grin with one of their own. They never took Spanish, they only had so much room in their busy schedule. “If mi canario means ‘my duck’ then yes,” They mused as they went back to trimming his curls. “It’s a French pet name. They’ve got loads of weird ones. Like my little cabbage.”

Rory tried to imagine Jude with sky blue hair, but it just wasn’t happening. It might surprise Rory and actually go well with his complexion, but they always imagined him with something a bit more dark and vibrant. Like a royal purple or navy blue. “If you would like your hair dyed blue, you don’t have to be asleep for it,” Rory pointed out with a little smirk. “I don’t think you’d look like an anime character. Maybe, an America’s Next Top Model contestant.” 

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Rory commanded that he sit, and so he sat. Jude folded his hands in his lap and planted his feet firmly on the earth. While Rory shuffled around behind him, bottles clanking together and fabric swishing, Jude glanced up at the trees that framed the little yard. They were old, gnarled things, twisted by heavy branches. A warm golden sunshine streaked over the billowing treetops to cast the yard in a soft shimmering light.

I need to trim those trees back, Jude reminded himself. Before the winter. And weed between the flower beds. There was always a lot to be done in the yard.

His to-do list was interrupted as the crinkly fabric of the smock fluttered down over him. Jude flapped his arms playfully to drag the sheet out over himself. His mum had never used one of those fancy smocks to keep hair off of him. She would simply tell him to put his clothes in the laundry and go take a shower. He felt a bit silly, draped in the giant bib. Still, the fabric felt silky smooth on his bare chest and over the last several months he’d grown far more comfortable with being silly with Rory. All in all, it wasn’t a bad feeling, sitting there draped in the sheet in the sunshine while Rory took care of things.

“Okay,” Jude hummed quietly when Rory announced they would spray his hair with water. He looked down at the smock that covered him like an immense oversized dress while mist sprinkled around his head. Rory’s fingers combed gently through his thick mop of hair. They toyed the dense curls apart bit by bit, Rory’s touch grazing across his scalp and tugging softly at the individual strands. Jude’s eyes fell shut as a sweet sigh sang in his chest. Aside from his mother, nobody had ever so meticulously combed their fingers through his hair before. The closest thing he could think of was cuddling close to Des last winter, when he couldn’t find a reason to keep living but his power wouldn’t let him die, so he’d held Des and cried while his closest friend whispered kind reassurances and pet his hair. In a way, this felt something like that. It was as if Rory was pulling the nervous energy right out of him with each warm tug on his cold, damp curls.

Jude felt a cool bead of water trickle down the side of his face just as Rory paused their spraying. “Dios mio…” Jude gave a soft, deep chuckle. “If that’s what princesses feel like, you can sign me up for a pretty dress and a tiara. I love it.” He struggled to free a hand from the smock so he could wipe away the errant droplet of water from his cheek. “I know this sounds super weird, but you playing with my hair like that feels amazing, like you could definitely put me to sleep. You sure you aren’t working magic back there?” A brief flush of embarrassment crossed his cheeks. He wasn’t quite sure why. He still didn’t know what was safe with Rory sometimes. Just when he found himself getting comfortably goofy again, sudden alarm bells would start ringing in his head. Jude pulled back into himself, behind the masculine facade of bulging muscles and awkward jokes. Hopefully, Rory wouldn’t notice. Jude just wished he could understand why he so often felt confused when Rory was around.

“I think I have those laying around somewhere. It can be part two of your transformation,” Rory teased, grinning to themself as they imagined Jude waltzing around in a ball gown and sparkly tiara. They couldn’t tell if he would look ridiculous or adorable, but they had a feeling it would the combination of the two. Rory, though, they would absolutely own that look. Giggling to themself, they pulled a comb out of their pocket and started working it through the damp strands. Jude’s hair looked even longer all wet and combed out, which was the tricky thing about curls. They didn’t want to cut too much, because it would look shorter than expected after his hair returned to it’s proper shape. 

Rory snorted at the almost nervous sounding confession. As if Jude was committing a great crime by enjoying what Rory was doing to his scalp. “It’s normal. You must not have people play with your hair that often,” Rory mused as they measured the strands between their fingers, mentally calculating how much they should cut. Some layers would be nice as well. “No magic, just a good massage, mon canard,” Rory tugged on a strand playfully. They loved having their hair played with, and it was a shame if Jude was missing out on such a soothing thing. They would offer to mess with his hair whenever he wanted, but they didn’t want to be too forward. Rory wasn’t the type to filter themself, but they liked the careful friendship they were forming with Jude, and they didn’t want to fuck it up by being too much.

“You can fall asleep. I won’t mind. Though, you’d be giving me the freedom to dye your hair purple without you knowing,” They smirked. When they finally had an idea of what style they were going for, they collected their scissors and began trimming his ends. Between strands, they glanced up at the houses next door, pressing their lips in a thin line. Their back wasn’t itching terribly, but they hated wearing a shirt when they didn’t have to, and it would be easier to concentrate if their back wasn’t twinging now and again. 

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wrenhugo‌:

she can’t argue with rory and she knows that. they know their limits. they might test those limits from time to time, but she’s well aware that they know exactly how far to push and when to stop. even so, she frowns in open disapproval. magic is too real these days, and she’s not thrilled at the idea of tempting fate.

“you’re probably right,” she answers, thinking back to stories of gorillas learning sign language and elephants splattering paint on canvases and how thoroughly people would lose their minds over topics like that. she couldn’t say she wasn’t impressed, but she always imagined all the money that went into those kinds of projects could be better spent elsewhere.

rory explains that they’re handing her a feather as they do it, a reminder of why wren likes them as much as she does. they’ve paid enough attention over their time together to know when she needs accommodating and when she’d rather be left to her own devices. if they hand her something, they know to tell her what it is, and they’ve done it enough that it’s second nature and they doesn’t have to make a big deal out of it. 

“wait, that works?” when answers, turning the feather over in her hand and running her thumb along the ridges on one side. “that’s crazy. i mean, that’s amazing, but still. crazy.” she holds it toward them to take it back. “it doesn’t like, look magical, does it?” she asks, though she’s not sure what that would mean, exactly. she didn’t notice any light coming off of it, which seemed like a good sign, but one can never be too careful.

Rory takes the earring from her hand and drops it back in their pocket. It brings some relief, but doesn’t have the same effect as it would if they were actually wearing it. They could, but it doesn’t match the outfit, and Rory would rather have an itchy back than ruin their aesthetic. “No,” Rory laughs softly, rubbing at their shoulder blades through their suit jacket. “It just looks like a regular feather. No glitter or glowing or anything like that. It’s just white.” They hope their description is enough to give her a mental picture. They’re never sure how to describe colors. 

“It works, but it’s not powerful enough to make it completely go away. I still prefer to just have them out, but it’s not like I can just do that whenever. So, it kind of dulls the irritation until I can get back to my room,” They explain. Before their powers, Rory already preferred minimal clothing, so there isn’t a massive difference there. Now, they just have an excuse to whip their shirt off as soon as they step into Jude and Imogen’s house. 

They aren’t exactly in an appropriate spot to talk about magic, but it’s not like they’re going to start talking to the guests any time soon. Besides, it helps the time pass by. “What about you?” They ask. “How’s your crystals?”

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I found love  Where it wasn’t suppose to be Right in front of me…

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    Hearing the others answer confirmed a dread in the boy, something like a rain cloud hovering over your head the whole day—an inevitable annoyance. Luca kept to his drink, nursing it as the dryness of the tonic and gin kept inviting heavier and heavier sips, ”Honestly for once I was hoping you were going to lie and spare my sanity for a bit.” he huffed to himself, “I’m just surprised they invited me…” As Luca started he had a point, when it came to the Marino-Harts the witch was practically a stranger. Marco seemed like a fine mate, but never found footing to expand their relationship more than people-who-casually do magic together. As for Ruth, Luca felt mixed about her. Her ability could be useful but hindering, since he strictly believed you make your own future and never believed in fate or nonsense of a higher purpose; not to mention her mood swings gave him whiplash.

    “Honestly my plan is to get in and get out, make face, drink something that probably cost about the same as my rent, and get out.” he waved the bartender for another, continuing with his third for the night. “When we all get together, things rarely go as plan so let’s hope Lady Luck isn’t a fickle bitch this evening, hmmm?”

“You don’t seem like the type that enjoys being lied to,” Rory pointed out with an amused smirk. It seemed very un-capricorn to beat around the bush when they both knew that the likelihood of twelve witches making it through the night without any sort of explosion was unlikely. Rory just hoped there wasn’t going to be an actual explosion. They didn’t know why the whole group was invited, but they supposed it made sense. Rory and Wren were speaking, and the Marino-Harts seemed to have some sort of connection with the other rich people in the group. At that point, it was just rude to leave out Luca. “They invited the whole group,” Rory shrugged. “I mean, we hang out with each other more than anyone else at this point.” 

Rory polished off their drink as Luca waved down the bartender, wanting to get in on the next round. Wren was going to give them shit for drinking so much before the event even started, but Rory could handle a little judgement. “I like that plan,” Rory grinned as they chewed absently on their straw. “Get out before Imogen sets something on fire or my wings pop out,” Rory snickered. Luckily, Rory had pretty steady control over their wings. The only reason they ever nearly let them out on accident was because their back itched horribly. “Or maybe you’ll meet a nice rich bloke who’ll buy you a boat,” Rory added. 

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Rory agreed that shearing his thick curls out in the garden would save them the effort of clean up. Jude grinned at the thought. “I’m all for less work.” Sweeping was just another chore he hadn’t been expecting to do today. Besides, hair would make decent compost material for the garden, as long as it didn’t bunch up and look gross. He tugged a chair out from under the table and tucked it under his arm in preparation for heading out the back door when long, nimble fingers reached up to wrap one of his thick curls around it. A surprised blush bloomed red-hot across his cheeks. “Heh. R-right.” He chuckled nervously, trying to slow down his startled heart rate. “You’ve got all that stuff, you must cut hair all the time.”

As Jude and Rory’s friendship grew over the last several months, there were a few moments here and there where Rory reminded Jude of his mother. They were subtle things–the way they licked their lips and their fingers when they ate, how they patiently corrected Jude over and over again, the strange distance in their eyes whenever Jude brought up emotions. Rory’s long, tousled curls bounced around their shoulders and silver scissors gleamed in the bright afternoon sunlight before they stashed them away in their bag. With a small pang of dusty regret, Jude remembered sitting in an uncomfortable creaky chair in the bathroom while his mother trimmed his unruly curls back as best she could. She’d never quite gotten good at cutting his hair. Her own was easy. Long, heavy waves, she simply cut straight across the bottom. Jude, however, was lucky he didn’t end up with a buzzed head for his entire youth.

Rory’s enthusiasm for the cinnamon rolls, humming and chewing happily, brought the smile back to Jude’s face. “I’ve learned to always have something in the oven, just in case you might pop in unexpectedly to wave a spell at me or cut my hair.” Soon after moving in, his and Imogen’s home had become the unofficial clubhouse of the twelve. People were always coming and going, and Jude always had snacks there to welcome them. An odd thought crossed his mind. “You won’t be pocketing any of my hair for spells, will you? It’s my hair. You can’t have any. You have plenty of your own.”

Carrying the plate of cinnamon rolls in one hand, and the chair in the other, Jude balanced on one foot to ease open the sliding door to the back garden with his toes. Once the door was open enough for him to slide through, he carefully stepped out into the garden. The wooden chair clattered on the uneven bricks of the tiny back patio. Jude felt out the ground until he found a plate that was relatively flat before setting the chair in place and dragging over a table for Rory’s tools and the vitally important cinnamon rolls. “I’m sorry for being such trouble.” Jude grumbled another apology while he set the stage for Rory. “My mum used to cut my hair back home. I never saw a barber. And in the winter when… well… I’ve been getting better at taking care of myself lately but I keep forgetting that hair part.”

“Well, not all the time,” Rory corrected with a sly grin. They were trying to grow their hair out, so they didn’t cut it as much as they used to, but they did need to tidy up the ends now and again. Sometimes, they cut their friend’s hair, but it was a rare occasion. Honestly, they didn’t have much time for grooming or even make up lately. Most days, they grabbed whatever items were closest and slapped them on their face. In a way that still looked good, obviously. Rory just had a lot on their plate, with their hundreds of clubs and their studies. It was a lot to balance without learning magic on top of it. They were lucky their grades weren’t slipping. 

Rory shot Jude an amused look as they sucked the sticky sugar off their pointer finger. No wonder Jude was always so bloody exhausted. There was always somebody visiting the house. He must be in a constant state of baking. “Thanks, mum. Always making sure I’m fed,” Rory teased before finishing off the cinnamon roll. They went to grab another, but froze halfway when Jude asked the most ridiculous question, prompting Rory to roll their eyes. How they were still in their head at this point was beyond them. “I’m not trying to clone you, love. Voodoo could be interesting though,” Rory added coyly before turning away to head for the door. 

As Jude placed the chair, Rory stood behind it, placing the bag on the table before stretching their arms over their head, enjoying the heat on their fair skin. Choosing to do this outside was a good idea. They felt like they hadn’t had any proper outside time so far during the summer. Rory was pretty sure there wasn’t going to be another Brighton trip, so they needed to enjoy the sun while they could. “You don’t need to apologize,” Rory waved him off before idly scratching at the steady itch in their back. “You don’t need to explain. It’s not like it’s taxing on me to cut your hair, especially when you’ve to sweets. Now sit,” They instructed.

Rory went back to their bag and unpacked the supplies; a spray bottle, a few different types of scissors, a smock, and different hair products meant for curly hair. Grabbing the smock and bottle first, they draped the cloth over Jude’s head, covering his torso. There wasn’t really any need for it, considering they were outside, but they figured they might as well use it. “I’m going to wet your hair first. It’s easier when it’s wet versus dry,” They explained before they began spraying the water through his curls, running their fingers through them to separate them. Their cheeks flushed as they watched the brown strands between their fingers, reminding of the time when they wished they could do what they were doing right now, but with someone who had longer hair pinned back with an adorable bow. Rory cleared their throat and pushed the image from their head, resuming the spraying until Jude’s hair was wet enough. “Do you feel like a princess yet?” They asked.

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Faye opened up the sleek garment bag hanging off the back of her brother’s guest bedroom door for the fourth time that hour. She had told Ruth that the dress was too much, that as much as it was beautiful, she didn’t deserve to wear such a delicate piece of fabric. But Ruth had insisted, even offering to pay for the dress herself. In the end, Faye had handed the cashier the credit card that she was meant to use for emergencies and watched what little savings she had in her bank account vanish with one swipe of her Visa.

It was a lovely gown, but Faye didn’t feel very lovely in it. In fact, she didn’t feel much of anything these days. She was too busy to feel, she reasoned to herself on nights where sleep evaded her and troubling thoughts sought her company. She had re-sits to revise for. She hadn’t been herself during exams. Her results were horrendous. She needed to catch up, she needed to get back to where she had been before… before it had happened. Faye sighed and fingered the intricate, flowery pattern of the dress with her thumb and index finger. The material was so soft.

Her brother knocked on the door and poked his head in. “Do you want to eat here before your big fancy party?” he asked. “You know rich people eat insects right? Snails, caviar, frog legs… frog legs, Faye.”

“A frog isn’t an insect,” she pointed out. “And neither are caviar or snails for that matter.”

“But they’ve all got eyes, and you don’t eat things with eyes, Faye. That’s just gross.”

“I’m sure they’ll have greens, Leo.”

The sound of someone knocking on the front door interrupted their conversation. Leo’s head disappeared from the doorway. Faye opened her bedroom door a crack to listen to her brother’s conversation.

“Oh thank god, you’ve come to save the day,” she heard Leo say. “Faye! Your friend’s here to put on your nice face!”

Faye rolled her eyes and elbowed her brother out of the way to greet Rory. “Hey, come in. Ignore him.” She nodded her head in Leo’s direction. “My father dropped him on his head when he was a baby.”

Rory quirked an eyebrow in amusement before peering up at Leo and giving him a cheeky grin. “Well, at least it didn’t ruin your pretty looks,” They patted his cheek playfully before turning their attention to Faye. “I brought the majority of my collection with me, because I wasn’t sure what look we’re going for. I need to see the dress first,” Rory explained as they lifted the large case in their hands. They went for a more smoky look for themself, but soft, light colours would probably suit Faye better. Plus, it would be a bit of a relief to see her looking like herself again. 

“So, let’s see this dress, yeah? Then, I just need you to find a comfy spot for the next hour while I make you up,” Rory explained. Between cutting Jude’s hair and doing Faye’s makeup, they should really start charging for their services. Maybe, they were focusing too much on activism and not enough on their true talent, which was making people look good. 

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