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What Could Have Been (Original Song)
VERSE 1 (NEWT)
I was a stranger in a strange land
A chance encounter and everything changed
They told me not to stare at the sun
Now it's too late 'cause I caught sight of you
CHORUS (BOTH)
And now that it's over, I can't help but wonder
What could have been
What could have been
VERSE 2 (TINA)
You had a secret world of your own
You let me in when I was at my worst
And even if you wouldn't quite meet my eye
I couldn't look away from your spot by my side
(REPEAT CHORUS)
VERSE 3 (NEWT)
You know the rulebook inside and out
But you gave it up just to fight for what's right
You've got a wall built all 'round your heart
But you let me see all the softness inside
(REPEAT CHORUS)
VERSE 4 (TINA)
You've got the biggest heart that I know
You take care of everything except yourself
And even if your past's still weighing it down
I hope I've got a place somewhere in there too
FINALE (BOTH)
And now that it's over, I can't help but wonder
What could have been
What could have been
What could have bee
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Literature
Magic of Her Own, Ch. 14: The Plan
Mom and Dad had been more outraged than worried when they’d seen the state of her foot, and wanted to give the school a piece of their mind, but they weren’t sure their complaint would even get there without an owl; what warmed her heart the most, though, was Satsuki’s reaction.
Teasing each other and getting into fights that involved a lot more screaming and hair-pulling than was good for them was part of being sisters, but it was clear that she wasn’t going to sit by and let anyone else hurt her, wizard or no wizard. They spent a very satisfying afternoon reading ahead on the nastiest ways in the book that Mei could hex the culprit back, but the best part was when Satsuki offered to ride to school along with her and punch them in the face, no magic involved. Of course they knew it was against a million rules, but they had a good laugh about it, and the world seemed a little friendlier after that.
Her foot was still a little tender when she went back, bu
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Lessons Learned
As a young girl, Queenie much prefers to stay home, where her sister’s familiar inner voice soothes her with a never-ending background of inane, harmless little thoughts, than to brave the streets and be assaulted by hundreds upon hundreds of worries and fears and angers invading her head until she can’t tell them from her own.
Even a trip to the grocery store becomes a nightmare.
The first lesson she learns is that it’s wrong. She learns that, in other people’s heads, she’s that strange Goldstein girl and the pretty one, what a pity she’s so shy.
Well, at least they think she’s pretty. She said thank you to a compliment that hadn’t actually been said out loud, once, and the resulting awkwardness taught her – lesson number two – that perhaps it’s best not to talk at all, unless she really needs to.
Except to Tina. Tina doesn’t mind if she gets her head and her mouth mixed up sometimes, so she doesn
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Penny For Your Thoughts
I see you.
When 1926 comes and goes, your first thought as the clock strikes midnight is for him.
I see you.
When you spot a flash of blue in the crowd, your step falters, and it’s no use pretending otherwise.
I see you.
When an owl taps the window, your heart beats faster, only to plummet beneath your feet the moment you see it isn’t him.
I see you.
When spring cleaning unearths your old school things, the word ‘Thunderbird’ brings flashes of majestic golden feathers and promises not yet kept.
I see you.
When the letters stop coming altogether and Leta’s smiling face from the photograph turns cruel and mocking in your dreams, leaving a trail of insecurities lingering in the morning, I know it’s time to take matters into my own hands.
“Penny for your thoughts?”
A quiet snort of humorless laughter is your only response, and your mind screams at me in confused, angry snatches of as if you didn’t k
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VERSE 1 (NEWT)
I was a stranger in a strange land
A chance encounter and everything changed
They told me not to stare at the sun
Now it's too late 'cause I caught sight of you

CHORUS (BOTH)
And now that it's over, I can't help but wonder
What could have been
What could have been

VERSE 2 (TINA)
You had a secret world of your own
You let me in when I was at my worst
And even if you wouldn't quite meet my eye
I couldn't look away from your spot by my side

(REPEAT CHORUS)

VERSE 3 (NEWT)
You know the rulebook inside and out
But you gave it up just to fight for what's right
You've got a wall built all 'round your heart
But you let me see all the softness inside

(REPEAT CHORUS)

VERSE 4 (TINA)
You've got the biggest heart that I know
You take care of everything except yourself
And even if your past's still weighing it down
I hope I've got a place somewhere in there too

FINALE (BOTH)
And now that it's over, I can't help but wonder
What could have been
What could have been
What could have been
What Could Have Been (Original Song)
An original song for Newt and Tina.
Yes, it does have music. You can listen to an instrumental version here and try to sing along.
(I have neither the guts nor the equipment to record my voice.)

I have no experience as a composer whatsoever, but I had this in my head and it was screaming to get out. No need to tell me I broke a million composing rules, I know I did.
Written with Noteflight, video edited with Stupeflix, lyrics and music by me.
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Mom and Dad had been more outraged than worried when they’d seen the state of her foot, and wanted to give the school a piece of their mind, but they weren’t sure their complaint would even get there without an owl; what warmed her heart the most, though, was Satsuki’s reaction.

Teasing each other and getting into fights that involved a lot more screaming and hair-pulling than was good for them was part of being sisters, but it was clear that she wasn’t going to sit by and let anyone else hurt her, wizard or no wizard. They spent a very satisfying afternoon reading ahead on the nastiest ways in the book that Mei could hex the culprit back, but the best part was when Satsuki offered to ride to school along with her and punch them in the face, no magic involved. Of course they knew it was against a million rules, but they had a good laugh about it, and the world seemed a little friendlier after that.

Her foot was still a little tender when she went back, but it was healing rapidly, and with some luck, she’d be fit to go to the tryouts at the end of the week. She and the boys (well, the boys except Shinji, who just couldn’t see the appeal of Quidditch and had promised to be there for support, but nothing more) spent every free moment psyching each other up about it, lost in silly fantasies of snatching all three Chaser spots for themselves and arguing endlessly on who would get the one prized starting position and who would be stuck as a lowly reserve.

And if that hadn’t been enough to raise Mei’s spirits after the incident, then Wednesday alone would have set things to rights. Wednesday was the half-anticipated, half-dreaded day that Ishinomori-sensei would let them know the grades they’d gotten for their first reports on the progress of the three identical Flitterblooms, which really weren’t identical anymore after receiving different care for so long, and Mei was fairly confident she’d done well. Much to her delight, the tentative bet she’d placed had turned out to be correct: the plant she’d been painstakingly giving small doses of Mooncalf dung was doing the best of all three, and its long, leafy tentacles were already losing the tendency to grab anything that came near them, settling into a quieter swaying motion that really wasn’t good for much of anything except being pretty. The one that had been receiving the Muggle treatment, on the other hand, was very much alive, but it looked younger and weaker, still trying to latch onto her hands, but only half-heartedly, as if it didn’t have the strength to grip any harder. It was dragon dung (to Ryo’s dismayed surprise) that had done the worst: Mei’s seedling was turning an alarming shade of sickly yellow and practically pulled away from the strong-smelling fertilizer of its own accord when she tried to give it the next dose.

Standing anxiously in front of her steadily growing saplings as she waited for Ishinomori-sensei to show up, Mei looked around at how the others were doing. No two trays were identical: Ryo had been a little too heavy-handed with the dragon dung and the contents of his second pot were beyond salvaging, almost burnt to a crisp, and Ichijo must have been cheating somehow, because her Flitterbloom number one was the smallest in their class, sagging sadly under its own weight and barely twitching with feeble movement instead of trying to grab at her fingers. Mei noticed she was glaring at Hiroki and frowned in confusion. She wasn’t aware they’d had a fight—in fact, in her immediate circle of friends, Hiroki was the one who had the least trouble being civil to the haughty girl, probably on account of the fact that all pureblood kids had run across each other before school at some point.

“What was that about?”

“She’s just upset that I’m not working with her in Potions anymore. She says it’s because I keep the wrong company – that probably means you and Shinji, no offense –, but it’s really because I was through doing all the work for both of us. Honestly, I love Potions, but we work in pairs for a reason. Maybe she’ll actually learn something now that she’s stuck with Daigo.”

Mei suppressed a snicker at that last comment. Truth be told, Ichijo did seem to enjoy sitting back and telling others what to do. She could see why she was angry – suddenly losing the privilege of having the best potioneer in their year to watch her back had to spell disaster for her grades –, but if Hiroki had finally decided to stand up to her and stop being bossed around, good for him.

Mei was practically skipping as she walked out of the greenhouses with a perfect grade and the precious memory of Ichijo’s face stuck in her head on repeat—Ishinomori-sensei had called her bluff in seconds and said that depriving her first seedling of proper care and lying about it in her report to prove that Muggle products and magical plants couldn’t possibly mix was an underhanded tactic, and one that would never work, at that.

However, she clearly wasn’t skipping enough, and hadn’t reckoned with Izumi, who noticed she was slightly favoring her left foot in two minutes flat and pried the whole story out of her in even less.

“Okay, that definitely doesn’t add up. I understand having to renovate spells every once in a while, but I swear they were supposed to last longer. Off to the locker room, if only to make sure it wasn’t my fault, and if it was, I apologize.”

Mei privately thought it wasn’t Izumi’s fault either way—even if her spells had simply worn off over time, it wasn’t as though she’d put a giant arrow sign over her locker saying ‘BULLIES WELCOME’. Most people did perfectly fine with no protection at all. Still, it was probably wise to check, and besides, it meant Mei would get to see an upper year doing more advanced magic, and that was always a bonus.

As it turned out, however, Izumi’s latest bit of wand-waving turned out most disappointing on all accounts, as it was neither very spectacular nor very useful in determining who might have sneaked the Bubotuber pus into her shoes.

“I’m sorry. Sensing other people’s magic is ridiculously advanced, and this isn’t even fresh. All I can tell is the spell on your door was definitely tampered with, but there’s no way I can say who did it. All I know is the stuff might have come from our year’s greenhouse, we’ve been doing Bubotubers lately.”

That definitely took the edge off Mei’s happiness for her roaring success in Herbology. It meant they were nowhere closer to finding out who was behind it: even if Izumi’s guess was right and someone in her class was involved, that didn’t help much, as there was no one there who might have a sensible reason to have anything against Mei. Izumi and her not-quite-friend Nakamura (what were they to each other, anyway?) were the only people in that year she could say she knew at all: even her other friends’ tutors were, at best, casual acquaintances whom she hadn’t so much as annoyed by bumping into them in the halls.

She told Izumi as much, but she wasn’t convinced. “Sometimes, Mei,” she said, suddenly sounding older, “people are nasty to each other just because they can, and with magic, perhaps even more so.”

“So what can we do about it?”

“Defend ourselves.” She turned her attention back to Mei’s locker as if that weren’t a strange thing to do in the middle of a conversation at all and put her nifty spell back into place. “You can’t change people, so being prepared is the only option we have left. At least it’s good motivation.”

“What do you mean?”

“It’s part of what drove me to study hard: I hoped they’d stop being mean if I became a better witch than they were, so I threw myself into it. Give them no reason, I thought.”

“And it worked, right?”

“Sorry to disappoint you, kid, but no—if someone really wants to be mean to you, they’ll find a reason even where there’s none.”

“But you’re great at magic now, so you must have kept studying!”

“Thanks,” she said with a grin. “But it was something else that kept me going.”

“What was it?”

“The pleasure of beating Shuichi, of course. What else?”

That warranted a bit of teasing for slipping and calling Nakamura by his given name (though Mei wondered why they didn’t just switch and be done with it, because all the formality was just a game when it came to those two, right? Ugh, they were so confusing…), and she was hit with a realization: maybe Konoe-sensei had been right. She teased Satsuki exactly the same way when she mentioned Kanta just a little bit more often than was expected of a supposed ‘friend’, and that… didn’t feel like a betrayal, somehow. On her first day, when being away from Satsuki felt like someone had torn a great hole in her chest, she’d promised herself that her tutor would not be like a sister as the teacher had said, because no one could possibly replace Satsuki in her heart, but Izumi had carved her own place in her life. Whether Mei liked it or not, there were things there was no point telling her sister by blood—she was good at listening to her ranting and raving about a spoiled Potions assignment when she needed to, but it wasn’t as though she could actually give her tips for next time. On the other hand, magical as they were, Totoro and his merry band were something she hadn’t had the heart to share with anyone. It simply never came up, as though she instinctively reserved at least a little bit of magic for herself and her sister alone. But even that last wall was about to crumble.

An off-handed mention of Quidditch tryouts put a competitive spark in Izumi’s eyes, and they were already halfway to the pitch, borrowed broomsticks in hand, her tutor heaping rapid-fire tips on her faster than she could process them, before Mei could even question it. However, flying advice was soon the farthest thing from Mei’s mind.

A distinct rustling sound in the grass ahead stopped them both in their tracks, and Izumi’s hand went to her wand just in case, but Mei spotted a familiar pair of fluffy pointed ears and smiled as her tutor, too, realized what it was and relaxed a fraction.

“Ssh, careful, now, they’re very…” But Mei had already put down her broomstick ever-so-gently for more freedom of movement, stalking soundlessly after the little ball of fur. It was white and no taller than Totoro’s smallest friend, but it felt like a piece of home that had followed her all the way here, and she didn’t want to lose sight of it. “… shy. How’d you know that?”

Mei didn’t answer. Closer, closer… the little critter stopped and sniffed the air, but it didn’t seem to have noticed her… she could almost reach out and touch it… and it scurried away with a squeak, invisible. Mei huffed out a breath she didn’t know she’d been holding.

“But I only wanted to make friends!”

“Yeah, right. Do you have any idea how lucky we are just to have seen it?”

Mei blinked up at her in confusion. Totoro was such an integral part of her life by now that it hadn’t even occurred to her that having him as a friend might not be normal for a magical child living so close to a forest. “But they’re so nice once you get to know them!”

Izumi, for her part, was probably twice as confused. “‘They’, as in, you’ve met more?”

Mei summed it up as best as she could—moving in, finding her new surroundings teeming with creatures, making friends over a simple umbrella, being swept up into a magical adventure long before she knew what magic even was.

“Mei… you’re friends with a whole herd of Asian forest trolls and you wait until now to tell me?”

“Um… should I have said it sooner? Is it… wrong?”

There was a sick feeling somewhere in Mei’s insides. What if there was some rule she hadn’t known about against her being friends with Totoro? What if they had to say goodbye?

“Wrong?” Izumi spluttered. “No, it’s just… I can’t believe you made friends with them so easily and you don’t even realize what a lucky little sod you are. A more unscrupulous witch than you would be filthy rich by now, for one thing, and second, like I said, they’re terribly shy. We know the grounds are full of them, but most of the time, it’s as if they weren’t here at all.”

But Mei had latched onto the most important part of Izumi’s stunned little speech and wouldn’t let go. “Full of them? Really?”

“Well, yeah—but not the really big kind, I think, unless you end up discovering the ones around here have a ten foot tall chief. At this point, I wouldn’t put it past you.”

Mei put her foot down at that point—she was really very grateful to Izumi for being willing to give her pointers for the upcoming tryouts, but she’d happily go without in favor of making a mad dash to the library to learn more about her friends. There hadn’t been a single word about them in her textbooks, but they were magical too, and their absence smarted, although her tutor was quick to explain it: Magizoology was for seniors, if Mei decided to take it when she was older (which, at this point, practically went without saying).

Once there, Izumi had an extra treat in store for her: she bypassed the General Section entirely and almost dragged her bodily into the Advanced shelves. At Mei’s alarmed squeak, she said simply: “You’re with me. I’m your permission slip on legs. Come on.”

Her tutor didn’t take very long to find what she had in mind, and before she knew it, Mei was at one of the reading tables, eyes wide as she flipped urgently through A Compendium of Magical Fauna of the Japanese Archipelago until a full-page illustration of Totoro grinned up at her. Well, not him, but one exactly like him down to the last hair.

“That’s him!”

“Shush, before they kick us out,” whispered Izumi hurriedly. Whoops. She hadn’t realized how loud she’d been.

Although its distant relation to its European counterpart has been demonstrated time and time again, the Asian forest troll presents a great many differences, the most notable of them being that it is an essentially peaceful creature. It is, however, very protective of its native environment, and is considered by some to be a sort of guardian of the forest where it makes its home.

Asian forest trolls come in many colorations and sizes and are somewhat social creatures that tend to live in small herds. Said sizes appear to be different subspecies rather than phases of growth, but the varieties (three of them are known at the present time; figure 27a depicts a specimen of the largest) seem to be able to live in relative harmony, establishing a simple hierarchy within the herd based on their size.

Mei stumbled over some of the words, but the gist of it was clear enough: “So Totoro is the boss?”

“Looks like it.”

If their relationship with humankind is any indication, they also appear to have considerably more brainpower than their European relatives, although they are incapable of human speech, whereas there have been some cases of European trolls being taught a few simple words*.

Izumi tapped the asterisk at the end of the sentence with her finger to call Mei’s attention to it, and her eyes snapped to the bottom, where it said in tiny print:

* The author would like to point out that there have been no documented attempts to teach an Asian forest troll to speak, and their physical inability to do so has not been proven.

Mei’s jaw dropped. “I could teach him to talk? Properly?”

“No one knows, but let me know if you try,” said Izumi with a grin. “Sounds like you could make quite the career out of it.”

Like that of an European troll, an Asian forest troll’s skin is resistant to most spells…

“Phew,” Mei breathed out, until she realized that someone had to have tried to know that, and that didn’t sound as good. Who in their right mind would try to curse Totoro?

… but their most interesting characteristic is perhaps the thick fur growing upon it. Shorter and more difficult to weave than that of a Demiguise (see page 107), it is nonetheless highly sought after for its ability to make the creature turn invisible at will, a trait that seems endemic to Eastern territories, being shared by Demiguises, Asian forest trolls, soot sprites (see page 85), and the highly debated case of the Catbus (see page 98).

That meant the book had each and every one of her friends, not just Totoro! Mei’s heart was beating so fast by now that she almost forgot her question: “What does ‘endemic’ mean?”

“It means you can only find it here, but ‘here’ doesn’t just mean in Japan in this case—for your friends, maybe it does, but don’t ask me where Nagaki-sama found your core, Demiguises are on the mainland too.”

Mei nodded earnestly and went on:

Except for the Demiguise, which uses its invisibility powers mainly to hide from predators, all of the aforementioned creatures also seem to share a peculiar behavioral trait, in that they may elect to show themselves to Muggle and magical children alike, possibly because they do not perceive them as dangerous. However, they also have a remarkable affinity for sensing magic and appear to be accepting of it, as they will normally stay visible in the presence of non-threatening adult wizards and witches, while Muggles will lose the privilege of seeing them as they grow into adulthood, and eventually dismiss them as childhood fantasies (a natural protective mechanism against the unknown which means that Asian forest trolls and the like do not, in fact, constitute an immediate threat to the Statute of Secrecy and, once demonstrated, led to the immediate calling off of the extermination campaign of 1695).

Mei felt rather like she’d just been punched in the gut and had to blink once or twice to bring the words back into focus.

“E-extermination?” she stammered out.

“I’m guessing you haven’t gotten as far as that with Ebisawa-sensei?”

“No.”

“The short version is that the Statute of Secrecy—she told you what that is, didn’t she?”

Mei nodded, but the honest answer was a bit different. The History of Magic teacher had explained it, but there was really no need: by the time Ebisawa-sensei had gotten there, Mei already had a clear enough idea of it, and to her, it was the law that meant she couldn’t share any of her new world with Satsuki. As much sense as it made, it still felt unfair.

“Anyway, the Statute of Secrecy passed in 1692, but making a law is one thing, putting it into practice is another. It’s never that easy. You’ll see when you get there, but in as few words as possible, the next few years were a mess. The Japanese magical government at the time was very, very strict, and they felt that even little children seeing trolls and soot sprites were too much—so, no more trolls.”

“They killed them?”

“They tried. One of the reasons they’re still so rare. They were hunted nearly to extinction, but some people weren’t happy about that, thankfully. Some of them protested against it, for all the good it would do them, and others did the smarter thing, went out there, and proved that Muggle children weren’t a problem. With all the evidence under their noses, they were forced to admit they’d made a mistake and called off the extermination. The Minister actually resigned over it.”

Mei gave a little stage-whispered cheer. Now that was a story with a happy ending.

In fact, unlike a Demiguise, which is either visible or invisible to everyone in its line of sight, the Asian forest troll appears to have an even more powerful ability, that of making itself selectively invisible, and choosing who to show itself to even among a group of people gathered in the same place.

“So that’s why Satsuki’s losing them…”

“How old is your sister?”

“Fourteen. She won’t admit that she can’t see Totoro anymore, but I can tell. It’s like sometimes she knows exactly where he is, and sometimes she looks the other way and just pretends.”

“That sounds about right. But see, she may have to say goodbye to them, but you don’t.”

“But that’s not fair!”

“Keep your voice down, Mei, we’re still in the library. It’s no use getting mad about it, that’s just the way it is.”

But Mei was a step ahead of her already. “But it doesn’t make sense! I mean, Satsuki’s got permission to know about all the rest of it because she’s my sister, and Totoro’s still not allowed to show himself? How does that even work? It’s all the same magical world! Totoro even shows up in this book!”

“That’s… very good reasoning, actually, but your friend doesn’t know about our laws. All he sees is a Muggle girl who’s growing up, and he’s getting scared of her. I told you, they’re shy.”

Mei snapped the book shut a little too loudly, but she didn’t care. She had a plan.

Phase one of said plan involved nearly choking on her lunch as though that could make the break go faster.

Phase two was begging Tamura-sensei for a permission slip to check out the book and take it home to show Satsuki—good thing the last lesson of the day was held by someone nice, she couldn’t bear to think about what she would have done if she’d had to ask Konoe-sensei instead.

Phase three was marching into Totoro’s hideout with the Compendium tucked under one arm, pulling Satsuki along with her other hand.

Next, she flopped down onto the grass and opened the book in her lap, mindful of the librarian’s dire warnings about what would happen if she didn’t treat it well. Satsuki’s breath hitched as the enchanted illustration grinned at them, and there was no need to explain the rest of the plan.

They called out for Totoro at the top of their lungs, and were soon met with his heavy, lumbering steps. Recognition flashed in his eyes at the sight of the page—he may not be able to speak their language (which Mei fully intended to fix someday, if it was at all possible), but he was definitely smart enough to know he was looking at a miniature copy of himself.

Mei shot a sideways glance at Satsuki. She was more or less looking in the right direction, but the blank look on her face was telling. That just wouldn’t do. Time for phase four.

After barely saying hello, Mei launched into the impassioned speech she’d mulled over in her head during all of Charms (and who cared if she was hopelessly behind on fixing things with Reparo, anyway? There was only one thing to fix here, and it wasn’t a shattered glass to piece back together). She was out of breath by the end of it, but she was satisfied.

“… so you see, there’s nothing to be scared about! She’s still the same old Satsuki, and you wouldn’t be breaking any rules at all! Please, please, please!”

To Mei’s eyes, nothing changed, but selective invisibility must have done its trick, because Satsuki let out a sound that wasn’t quite a gasp. She looked up at her and—wait a minute, was she crying? Had it all gone wrong after all?

“Sis, what’s wrong?”

“N-nothing, it’s just… this is forever, isn’t it? He won’t disappear again this time.”

There was only one thing for it—Mei shot to her feet, the book and the warnings tumbling forgotten onto the grass, and they launched themselves at Totoro as one to bury their faces in his softness, knowing he wouldn’t go away.
Magic of Her Own, Ch. 14: The Plan
I'm having trouble with a certain scene, so I decided to delay it, and this happened.
This is literally where I wanted this story to go all along--I felt it was straying too far from Ghibli and too much into Potter territory, so here it is, the ultimate fusion between universes.
It could almost be an ending of its own... almost.
But it isn't, because this sandbox is too much fun to play in.
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As a young girl, Queenie much prefers to stay home, where her sister’s familiar inner voice soothes her with a never-ending background of inane, harmless little thoughts, than to brave the streets and be assaulted by hundreds upon hundreds of worries and fears and angers invading her head until she can’t tell them from her own.

Even a trip to the grocery store becomes a nightmare.

The first lesson she learns is that it’s wrong. She learns that, in other people’s heads, she’s that strange Goldstein girl and the pretty one, what a pity she’s so shy.

Well, at least they think she’s pretty. She said thank you to a compliment that hadn’t actually been said out loud, once, and the resulting awkwardness taught her – lesson number two – that perhaps it’s best not to talk at all, unless she really needs to.

Except to Tina. Tina doesn’t mind if she gets her head and her mouth mixed up sometimes, so she doesn’t count.

But Queenie can’t stay cooped up in the house forever, and so (that’s lesson number three) she learns that going out and facing the crowds is a necessity. And she does, kicking and screaming a little less each time, but Ma and Pa always get her ready to go into town with a deep, weary sigh—because they know she suffers from it, but also because they know she’ll come back with questions, questions they can’t answer.

Lesson number four: when you can read minds, innocence never lasts long.

While Tina is busy asking why the sky is blue, Queenie reduces the room to silence by asking what, exactly, the man next door has been doing with his pretty secretary and why he thinks his wife will be mad at him for it.

And then dragonpox comes, and the hurt will never, ever go away, because with Tina’s grief echoing her own, climbing back up from that deep, dark place is twice as hard. Just when she thinks that maybe her pain is going away a little, it’s her sister who thinks about it, and it feels as though Queenie will never smile again. They try to keep each other happy, because even without Legilimency, Tina can’t stand to see her like that, which only makes her sadder, which affects Queenie in turn, in an endless cycle of renewed tears that they stop by sheer force of will. They pull through, as always, somehow, but things are never quite the same.

When her acceptance letter to Ilvermorny comes along, Queenie tells herself she’s excited, because she’ll get a wand, and she’ll get to learn proper magic and be with Tina instead of having to stay home and miss her.

But as it turns out, there are more lessons to be learned at Ilvermorny than Charms and Potions.

Ilvermorny means people, people all around, all the time. It’s not that she doesn’t like people on principle, but it’s just too much, and she breaks down soon enough, having to tearfully excuse herself from class with the first of many splitting headaches.

Worse than that, she quickly makes a name for herself as the one who’s pretty, but stupid, and it secretly infuriates her—you try to stay focused on your own work while everyone else is doing it as well, never quite knowing if your answer is your own or someone else’s, or even right or wrong.

She learns, eventually: another lesson is that certain people are best ignored altogether, or they’ll only make her potion explode if she does what they’re doing, while others can usually be trusted to be thinking along the right lines, and she does better if she listens to them. Suddenly, she’s not quite so behind in her classwork anymore, and life is smiling at her for the first time in too long.

But that doesn’t last either. Her next lesson is about envy, because a single person can’t be pretty and good at the same time, so picking the answers out of other students’ heads is clearly against the rules and should be punished, even when she can’t help it. (She checks a big, dusty rulebook that looks as though no one’s touched it since Isolt Sayre, and there isn’t a rule like that.)

Her grades suffer from her teachers’ suspicion, and the ‘pretty airhead’ reputation is back in full force. Good thing it’s Tina, and not her, who already has her life all planned out and is throwing herself into academic excellence with all she has because the Aurors will take nothing less. Clearly, she’ll never amount to much of anything if she’s only ever average at best, even when she swears she didn’t cheat.

Queenie’s first childhood crush is on Professor Wilkinson, and it has nothing to do with the fact that he’s handsome, even if the other girls think it’s just because of that and she’s content with letting them believe it.

Professor Wilkinson, it turns out, used to be an Auror, and he’s a powerful enough Occlumens to keep her out. She looks at him, and she gets nothing. He scares her at first, because she’s never met anyone she couldn’t read before and he’s an unknown quantity, but then his mind becomes an island of peace in the chaos of the classroom, and he’s so different, so blissfully quiet, that enjoying the reprieve turns into something more. He lets her down gently when she finally dares sneak him a card on Valentine’s Day, and she tiptoes into the Thunderbird dorms to cry herself to sleep next to Tina that night, but the lesson she draws from that is that time heals all wounds.

‘Healing’ is a word she’d really rather not hear for the rest of her life if she can help it. It’s not the visits to the literal Healer that bother her—in fact, the school’s infirmary is one of the few places that are a little less full of background noise, and the nurse soon learns that a little respite is better than a potion for her kind of pain.

No, it’s the fact that being in Pukwudgie, the House of healers, means she’s constantly surrounded by people intent on fixing her, on making her normal, on getting her out of her shell—although, frankly, she suspects she’s blaming it on her Sorting just to find something to be angry at, but it would be the same anywhere. They don’t know she’s created that shell for them, not for herself, that the less she associates with them, the less chance she has of learning something best left unsaid.

But even that is a lesson she learns sooner or later: smile, ask questions you already know the answer to so people aren’t scared, be nice. Being nice is laughably easy when you know what people want before they say it, and there’s something to be said about making people happy—another thing she learns is that if she surrounds herself with happy people, she’s a little happier too, like the moon reflecting light from the sun, as the Astronomy teacher said.

So she keeps them happy, no matter how tired she is at the end of the day, no matter how badly she just wants to hit the pillow and let her dorm-mates’ dreams lull her into sleep. A pretty face helps her on the way to becoming the little social butterfly they want her to be, even if it’s just on the surface. They think they’ve healed her, fixed her, and their job is done. They’re happy, and Queenie takes her scraps of happiness from that. She thinks she’s finally found a balance, until trouble starts again.

There comes a time in every girl’s life when her body starts changing, and for Queenie, it’s not just her body, it’s the thoughts of everyone else around her. Little by little, she goes from being the pretty one to being kept awake at night by the bombardment of lewd mental images she’s had during the day. She can’t make her way to her next class without feeling the boys’ eyes glued to certain budding parts of her body as she passes, she knows exactly what they’d like to do to her in some abandoned classroom if they could, and it’s so clear in her head it’s very nearly as though they’d really done it.

Oh, she uses it to her advantage from time to time, she’s not above that—she always knows who’s willing to carry her books for her or help her with a difficult assignment in hopes of a ‘reward’ that never comes.

But the lesson she learns from it is that all boys are the same, that they only want that, and while the other girls are staying awake in their dorm to share secrets about their first kisses and blushing furiously at the height of impropriety they’ve committed, Queenie’s had quite enough experience of that in her head already and has no great wish to try the real thing.

And so ‘Queenie’ becomes ‘The Ice Queen’, causing bitterness wherever she goes from boys who can’t have her, and she thinks she doesn’t mind at first, but it gets lonely, up there on her throne. Desire becomes anger, lust turns into spite, and even if they don’t dare throw the word at her where a teacher might hear, their minds speak it clearly enough, and it certainly isn’t witch, although it rhymes nicely. She cries about it the first time, and the second, and the third, but then Tina tells her a No-Maj story she’s heard from who knows where about a fox and some grapes, and she finally smiles again and learns not to care. Much.

But then the next lesson comes, and it’s of a different kind. Things are changing out there, and Queenie dearly wishes she could stay at school over the holidays, when it’s deserted, not because she’d get to keep her wand on the grounds, but because she doesn’t want to be plunged back into a world that’s gone to war, with No-Maj mothers mourning their sons, and the memories of those who made it back, memories that give her nightmares full of so much noise and so much blood. Without ever buying one from a street vendor, she learns that war is even worse than No-Maj newspapers say, that war means going to Europe hoping to make a difference and, once there, finding out that there really isn’t much glory in seeing your friends die like nameless animals in the mud.

Eventually, school ends, but that doesn’t mean her lessons are over. Making ends meet is a lesson she learns along with Tina—they find a place of their own, with a hopelessly old-fashioned landlady with a strong Italian accent that throws her off a little, a lonely, bitter old woman who doesn’t seem to notice that the world is finally licking its war wounds and running headfirst into the shiny madness of a new decade. She has a job, even if it’s not a glamorous one, and life is good. Maybe.

At MACUSA, she learns yet another lesson: how to be invisible without a spell or an expensive cloak. Queenie is quite sure they’d notice if she suddenly stopped showing up, as she’s the one who always knows how they like their coffee and tea before they ask, and a nice cup of joe can change a person’s day, but down in the bored hopelessness of the Wand Permit Office, sometimes she feels as though they were looking through her rather than at her. Some of them don’t even know her name. She’s just the pretty girl with the coffee, and she learns not to mind. She becomes a permanent, smiling fixture bringing what little light she can to the dusty dreariness of endless paperwork, for her own benefit as much as theirs, and the days go on, one by one.

Until one day suddenly stands out among all others as the day Tina gives up her precious career for a good cause – please, tell me it was a good cause, her mind screams as she comes home in disgrace, desperate for a scrap of reassurance and approval that she’s only too glad to give – and joins her in the bowels of the Magical Congress, where everyone finally learns both their names for the price of one, because it would get confusing otherwise. Some still refer to her as ‘Blondie’ and ‘coffee girl’ in the not-so-secret of their minds, but they mostly get it right.

The budget tightens, but they get by. Cooking charms have always been her forte, and she’s always the one who finds the best recipes that are both scrumptious and cheap.

And then they come along, and it’s the craziest couple of days Queenie can remember.

And maybe one of her lessons was wrong.

Maybe one man is different.

Strange, how it took a No-Maj, of all people, to teach her that particular lesson.
Lessons Learned
My interpretation of Queenie's life before the movie. My, my, she turned out more of an introvert than you'd expect from a pretty little thing who's all smiles, so maybe I'm just putting too much of myself into her and this is spectacularly out of character.
Anyway, yes, Professor Wilkinson is my invention, and yes, he is supposed to be a descendant of Auror Charity Wilkinson.
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Just a quick entry because I can't resist sharing!
As an early birthday present to myself, I just got my ears pierced for the first time!
Ow. I suppose it wasn't terribly painful, but still. Ow.
Now I'm stuck wearing the same little earrings non-stop for the next six weeks and I have to be crazy careful with anything that goes anywhere near my ears lest my lobes get infected, but that's the price of beauty...

I see you.

When 1926 comes and goes, your first thought as the clock strikes midnight is for him.

I see you.

When you spot a flash of blue in the crowd, your step falters, and it’s no use pretending otherwise.

I see you.

When an owl taps the window, your heart beats faster, only to plummet beneath your feet the moment you see it isn’t him.

I see you.

When spring cleaning unearths your old school things, the word ‘Thunderbird’ brings flashes of majestic golden feathers and promises not yet kept.

I see you.

When the letters stop coming altogether and Leta’s smiling face from the photograph turns cruel and mocking in your dreams, leaving a trail of insecurities lingering in the morning, I know it’s time to take matters into my own hands.

“Penny for your thoughts?”

A quiet snort of humorless laughter is your only response, and your mind screams at me in confused, angry snatches of as if you didn’t know and ridiculous and none of your business and don’t play games with me and stay out of my head.

So I wait. Sometimes silence works best of all.

“He promised.” And suddenly, we’re children again, and Pa promised a pretty new toy and never had time to deliver.

“I know.” I wrap my arms around you in a silent hug as you stare unseeingly at the bustling city street outside, your thoughts an ocean away.

“You don’t think…?” Your voice betrays you, but there’s no need to finish the sentence.

“He hasn’t forgotten you.”

This time, your how do you know? is entirely silent, but between the two of us, words are a waste of breath.

“I saw him, Teenie,” I reply to your unspoken plea. And that’s exactly how I know.

I saw him.

So British at heart that even his inner voice has the same rich cadence as the one coming out of his mouth.

I saw him.

Old hurts hiding behind hasty barriers that come crashing down like a house of cards at my touch.

I saw him.

Unexpected friendships warming his heart like incoming spring, and the tiny, timid hope of something more peeking out like the first flower braving the snow.

I saw him.

A traveler who’s seen every remote corner of the world, but so, so innocent, never even touched by the foreign idea of a girl in every port. But still…

“And if he has forgotten you, I’ll hunt him down and remind him with a good hex or two. No one hurts my sister and gets away with it.”

That gets me a watery smile for my trouble, the first in too long a time. I don’t know how long we stand there, bodies pressed close together in silent comfort like we used to when we were kids, but it’s as long as you need, and that’s good enough for me.

What finally has us scooting away from the window is a dark speck in the sky barreling straight towards us, bigger and bigger – and unmistakably feathery – as it draws closer.

I hurry to let it in, indulging in memories of many an afternoon in Grandpa’s owlery, and I hear your breathless conclusion half a second before my own—the poor thing’s exhausted, too feeble and windswept to have come from anywhere near here. One look at the handwriting on the envelope is all it takes.

“I think it’s for you.”

Chiding thoughts of get a grip and stop being stupid cycle through your head as shaking hands struggle to take the message, but that’s what sisters are for—to steady each other. Parchment rustles in your disbelieving fingers, and for a long moment, you just hold it without reading it, making sure it’s real.

One of the perks of being a Legilimens is that I know exactly when the next ship from Southampton is coming before you say it out loud.
Penny For Your Thoughts
Huge thanks to :iconcuddlesaurus21: for helping make this idea a reality!
I'd wanted an excuse for Queenie to say this for the longest time.
Also my first official attempt at Newtina.
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Just a quick entry because I can't resist sharing!
As an early birthday present to myself, I just got my ears pierced for the first time!
Ow. I suppose it wasn't terribly painful, but still. Ow.
Now I'm stuck wearing the same little earrings non-stop for the next six weeks and I have to be crazy careful with anything that goes anywhere near my ears lest my lobes get infected, but that's the price of beauty...

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LavLix Featured By Owner Dec 30, 2016
Hey I wanted to thank you for your input and advice my story. :hug:

I... guess I was still kinda curious if you might be interested in collaborating a little? I mean, I know you said you haven't really done it before, but I think it could work. I really liked your style in one of your stories, and how well you wrote for Sarek and Amanda.

I could discuss more of what's going on and what I have in mind, if you're interested.
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SweetOphelia4231616 Featured By Owner Dec 31, 2016  Hobbyist General Artist
I certainly wouldn't be opposed to a proper collaboration, but I have no clue where to start. I haven't written for Star Trek in some time due to life and other fandom obsessions getting in the way, so I'm glad you liked my previous efforts, but right now, I feel I can't contribute much of anything in the way of writing ideas. Getting around to reading your work is one of my early resolutions for 2017, of that I'm sure.
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LavLix Featured By Owner Dec 31, 2016
I understand :hug:

If you'd like a more organized way to read "Far From Home", I also have it here on my fanfiction.net acount www.fanfiction.net/s/12234446/…

My other fics are over there too. It's up to you if you want to read anything or not, no hard feelings either way :)

I hope you have a good New Year. :hug:
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LavLix Featured By Owner Dec 29, 2016
Hello there. I noticed you write fanfiction, and I happen to be a huge fan of Spock, Amanda and Sarek. I was wondering if you might be interested in a collaboration, or at least some idea discussions involving Star Trek? ^^; Sometimes just talking about it can help me get motivated to write, and... I don't have many Star Trek fans to talk to. :)
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SweetOphelia4231616 Featured By Owner Dec 29, 2016  Hobbyist General Artist
I'd be glad, but I have to confess that my experience with collaborations is exactly zero. How would we coordinate our efforts?
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LavLix Featured By Owner Dec 29, 2016
Well... I'm not exactly sure yet. I think the first thing we'd need to do is determine if this would work for us. ^^;

We don't even have to write together, we could just discuss ideas. Sometimes, I just need someone to talk to because I have trouble fleshing out ideas. And for me, talking helps because it helps me get motivated and get my brain in order enough to actually write something.

Maybe... if you want to, you could read at least one of my stories to see what's going on? Or if you'd rather not, I can just note you a brief summary of what is happening in my first story, and I can tell you where I'm stuck in my second story and why I need help. ^^;
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SweetOphelia4231616 Featured By Owner Dec 29, 2016  Hobbyist General Artist
I noticed you have quite a bit of material. Is there a recommended reading order to get to know your OC(s) properly?
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cuddlesaurus21 Featured By Owner Dec 24, 2016  Hobbyist General Artist

I'm not sure if this is something you'd be interested or not, but just in case...: s-media-cache-ak0.pinimg.com/o… It's how to make your very own bowtruckle. :)

And if I'm remembering my time zones correctly, it will probably already be Christmas day when you see this, so... very merry Christmas, my friend! :aww: Buon Natale! :holly:

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SweetOphelia4231616 Featured By Owner Dec 24, 2016  Hobbyist General Artist
OH GOSH IT'S ADORABLE. Not that I'll ever have the manual dexterity to make it turn out decent, but thanks for finding it. :hug:

It's still Christmas Eve, actually, but I appreciate the sentiment, and Merry christmas everybody  to you and your family as well!
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cuddlesaurus21 Featured By Owner Dec 24, 2016  Hobbyist General Artist
Aww, well merry Christmas early then! :D You and your parents and everyone else please have a very happy day tomorrow (and today) too. :aww:

And you're very welcome. I hope it gave you a smile anyway. I ran across it on Pinterest and immediately thought of you. :hug:
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