Deagret Wyckland

Dec. 7, 2019, 4:34 p.m.

Sitting on the elephant.

Deagret wasn’t sure why she even tried anymore—her luck was just pure crap. It really, truly was. Because just what was the chance that she’d be finishing up her linework on Elliot’s portrait that he would show up? Standing right above her, blocking her sunlight?

Like, seriously, what was the chance of that?

“Yeah, well it’s none of your goddamn business” was halfway out her mouth when she realized whose voice it was and what the voice had said.

Though the realization was maybe a teeny bit embarrassing (read: very embarrassing), it didn’t stop the pure glee from rising up in her throat when Dea looked up and saw silver eyes and a mischief-filled grin staring down at her. With a short, feral yelp of happiness and “ELLIOT!”, the redhead shot up, barely missing knocking her head into his, and threw her arms around the dark-haired boy, hugging him tightly.

She took advantage of the distraction to kick away her folder before squeezing tight once more and then promptly planting her butt on top of it and patting the spot beside her. Be cool, be cool, she encouraged herself. Maybe he’ll let it go. Maybe if she just acted like it didn't exist, he would let it go.

Dea knew he probably wasn’t going to let it go, but you could never tell with Elliot.

Honestly, one of the best parts of her summer had probably been getting emails from Elliot. And secretly signing up for Discord, behind her parents’ backs, at his persistent persuasion. And just like, getting to talk to him about games and Star Wars and movies and cool music (secretly, Dea had been in an 80s pop phase all summer, and it showed no signs of changing soon--she blamed it on the fact that her mom always chose the music as they drove to dance competitions. But she wasn’t entirely sure how he’d react, so she kept it to herself.)

Deagret had been so worried that she would be all alone with her cousins all summer (considering the fact that she hadn’t spoken to her muggle friends in nearly a year and didn’t have many to begin with). Sure, she loved her cousins, but when one of them burns your hair off...Well, she loved them. She didn’t have to like ‘em. And she thought she was probably a little entitled to love Alex a bit less.

Needless to say, Elliot made the summer a heck of a lot easier.

“I missed you so much!” She greeted Elliot brightly. Redirect, redirect, redirect…“I’m so glad to be back here. By the end of summer I was so bored. Well, you made it better, so thanks. How have you been? It’s been a hot minute since we last saw each other.” Deagret smiled at him with those big brown eyes as she tried to hide the fact that she was currently sitting on the elephant in the room.

It was a birthday present, and she was way too stubborn to let him figure it out.

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