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    “You are not fooling us.” Mira states, coldly.
    “Where’s Rumi, demon?” Zoey hisses maliciously.
    “What!? Zoey, Mira, it’s me!”
    She takes a step back, hands raised. Her girls are behaving as if they saw her patterns, but… she made sure they were not visible?
    “Zoey, look, we call Celine, she can confirm-”
    “No need! Come on. We believe you.” Zoey cheerfully says, still smiling. “Rumi, everything’s OK. We were just thrown off by your ruined costume.”
    “However…”, Zoey uses her left index finger to point down, “…your patterns are visible on your tummy.”
    Horrified, Rumi looks down on her midriff, and lo and behold, three centimeters of jagged purple lines are visible on her skin!
    “Bingo! How fun!” Zoey exclaims, her distraction working.
    Rumi feels a hit on her left shoulder, something like a solid punch, not painful but it throws her off to the side making her stumble. She watches in fascinated disbelief the rear portion of a Shin-kal buried in her shoulder, with its gold filigree tassel gently swaying, blood darkening the fabric around the hilt.
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    "Hi, I'm Zoey! It's so good to meet you!"

    "Mira. Same."

    This was typically the part where Rumi would be expected to introduce herself, but she didn't seem to give a flying fuck about what was expected of her if the way she still just stared even as Celine cleared her throat pointedly said anything.

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    "Hey, we got you something from the store last night."

    Rumi squinted between them and the bag. "Why."

    "Because as much as you don't seem to like us, we like you just fine."

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    "Well, come on. Aren't you going to bite somebody with those big sharp teeth of yours?" Mira prompted again with a raised brow, shaking Zoey's arm slightly, as if genuinely trying to entice Rumi to take a bite.

    Instead of taking the proffered bait, Rumi turned her head away with a strong air of ‘well now I don't want to.'

    "Thought so." Mira drawled, unimpressed. "Now how about you let us help you inside?"

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    Alt take: Repression didn't work baybeee, now it's everyone's problem!

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    Hermione realizes that she has met Fleur years ago outside of Hogwarts, on her family vacation to France. Fleur/Hermione (time-jumps to adulthood shortly within).

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    Rumi takes notes in careful Greek, the letters flowing from her pen with the ease of muscle memory millennia deep. She's been auditing Dr. Park's "Greek Mythology and Society" course for three weeks now. Before that, it was a semester of Medieval Literature at a college in Maine. Before that, Introduction to Archaeology in Ohio. Before that, a blur of lecture halls and libraries and temporary apartments where she never unpacked all her boxes because what was the point?

    She'd been doing this longer than Vermont had been a state—longer than the language these students speak had settled into its current form. She'd watched the printing press change everything, watched the Industrial Revolution remake the landscape, watched the Internet arrive and make the world simultaneously larger and smaller.

    She's good at watching. It's staying that she's never mastered.

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    Rumi can see every possible future. She still didn't see Mira coming.

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    When you put starlight up against the purple rot of a demon’s skin, it sears. That is why beneath their blades the demons turn to ash. It is a cleansing, an exorcism—

    It is the greatest kindness Rumi thinks she’ll ever be allowed, the pyre she’s born on being set alight by the two halves of her heart who no longer recognize her heartbeat as something good.

    (Or, alternatively, Rumi thinks the only way to be good is to take herself out of the equation — again, and again, and again.)

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