When the Pieces Fall in Place
6th of July 2006 A.D.
Going through a mom interrogation about where you have been and with who at eight o'clock in the evening is as ufun as it has ever been and Mathew's suit is not as much of a shield as you had hoped it would be.
"...no mom I do not want to hang out with the vampires, but I need to know where they are so I can steer clear of them."
"The rest of us have been doing well enough avoiding their sort haven't they?"
It goes on that way for a while: you make the point that you might be
a bit more noticeable to vampires on account of your changes by tapping on the coffee table and waiting for the ice to form,
she obliquely reminds you of the shower incident which almost annoys you enough to say something that would ruin every defense you have made of it, but partly through Usum's help you hold yourself back. He's right after all, she isn't being as blunt about as it as she had been when it happened. She is just keeping it as a way to leverage you away from Harry, which you have to admit might not be
entirely unreasonable from where she is standing given that the one thing you do not mention is the beaten up cop and your resolve to help fight off whoever it had been if they came back for Harry.
Does this power make me more likely to get into fights? you wonder as mom finally starts to cool down enough to ask about school.
"All power makes you more likely to exercise it," Usum replies in an oddly philosophical mood.
Lost 1 Essence
Mom gives surprisingly good advice on not looking too much like the weird kid and drawing attention to yourself: don't sit to the back of the class that is where they look for troublemakers,
do sit next to a window or an AC vent, don't rush to explain yourself when the teachers ask and listen for whatever rumors form so you can use them or get ahead of them. "It's the teachers who care about you who are going to push the most, the ones who see you doing well in their class, like Mrs Jones, your history teacher, but as long as you keep doing well they are just going to dismiss it. People don't
want to know."
A shiver goes down your spine though the cool evening air means nothing to you. You had heard those words, that
tone before tonight... from Harry, someone speaking from experience. Had something happened to your mom when she was in school, a brush with that other world that everyone around her ignored? You remember the way she had reacted when Harry had mentioned sorcerers. Why would she have so much advice about how to hide things though, surely she would have asked for help even if people were stupid and blind and ignored her. Unless...
No... she couldn't have. It's not... that's not mom. Still you ask.
"Usum where does magic come from in people, mortals I mean?"
"The capacity for true mortal sorcery is passed down by blood, usually by the maternal line," the demon replies with a calm you do not feel
Is this how Harry feels like when he solves a case? Some small, absurd part of you wonders.
What are am I even supposed to do with this?
"Molly? Sweetheart are you alright?" she asks sounding... well like mom, a little worried and already winding up to fix whatever the problem might be.
"I'm fine," you answer, the words strange to your own ears, but presumably not to hers. The power you had called up earlier was still hangs in the air, still whispers in your ear. "Just a little tired, I think I'll call this an early night."
"Good, you need your sleep," she says relaxing a little.
You do go up to bed, but you do not sleep, you put on your headphones, listening to the soft lyrics of the Fray being prophetic in your ear.
Over My Head, you certainly feel like it. Mom had been where you are now. or well at least where you were two days ago, you are sure it it, and she chose to let go, to walk away. No wonder she expects you to do it and be happy, she did and she is.
***
7th of July 2006 A.D.
You do not know when you fall asleep into a realm of weird disjointed dreams where school moves to Arctis Tor and a faceless teacher who is somehow also a White Council Warden chases you with a magic ruler, but somehow you wake with the sun again, refreshed in Essence even if without a single clue what you are going to do about what you had guessed the night before...
Gain 4 Essence
The morning is as noisy as usual, this time it is Hope using Amanda's toothbrush that is the crises, but you go through it on autopilot. Maybe Hank has a point about this new cereal, it does taste like cardboard no matter how healthy it is supposed to be. It is extra weird to know, or at least strongly suspect something so big about your mother that none of your siblings do. Not that you had never kept secrets from them when they were too young to know, mostly about what dad does, but never all of them like this.
At least it's a Friday, after this you will have the whole weekend to think about stuff.
Classes go by like they normally do, people are already starting to get used to the new you, presumably because the alternative would be to
know and you follow mom's advice to pretty good results. No one's sent you to the counselor's office yet at least. Then there is the last class of the day, P.E. . It is not a good day to be touch adverse. There is no way Mrs Henderson is going to let you play basketball with your gloves on, not that it matters since your hands aren't all that will be in contact with other people.
What do you do about P.E.?
[] Make up an excuse not to join in (Manipulation+Subterfuge, can use Exxcelency)
-[] Write in stunt
[] They can't tell you are made of ice if they can't touch you (Dexterity+Athletics)
-[] Write in stunt
[] Write in
OOC: The advantages of high intelligence... more stuff to worry about. 
