Something flashes behind N’s eyes, but it’s gone as quickly as it appears. “Who cares about the stars? Who cares if they’re vaguely in the shape of a horse? They mean nothing. At least…” He trails off, keeping the rest of the sentence to himself.
“Even if you are broken you can be fixed be it time, care or something of the sort.”
“I care,” she whispers to herself. “The stars- they’re pretty little things…aren’t they? Pretty little things- pretty little things that aren’t so little at all…”
“Where was Alex’s constellation when she needed her? So much for Juno,” he sneered in contempt.
“They’re pretty…but they’re so far away. I’m- I’m not as far gone to believe a shiny speck of light can…save a life,” she trails off. “At least- not yet.”
Steph brings up her notebook above her head with her left hand, grabbing her pencil with her right and aggressively crosses out something before putting both back.
(You found Josephine as the Ultimate Oracle on that list. As it turns out, she was the Ultimate Historian.)
“…”
“I’m- I’m going to forget you said this…or else you might find yourself next,” Matilda promises, the ghost of a smile playing at the corner of her lips.
(i just keep thinking about wtf his “one fake one true” potions even meant)
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“Always- always happy to help…” she chuckles. “Our talks…they’re fun sometimes- you know?”