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Family Dinners

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Piano music bounces softly off the pearl walls of a distinguished home, the barriers holding no sentimental value, off-white walls devoid of even any art let alone family photos. The grand piano sat below a stairwell where Nemo sat, pressing the keys, while in his family home.

“Geronimo!”

He stopped playing, turning at the sound of his given name, seeing his little sister, running toward him, “hey Sparrow,” he replied standing from the piano and enjoying the small little hug they shared.

Sparrow, the youngest of the Hoedemarkers, is often described as her mother’s mini-me. She shares the same pearl-white skin as her brother, the pinkish-purple eyes of her mother, and the unique duel white and black hair no one in the current family holds proudly while wearing the symbolic pearls around her neck that mark her as a member of the family.

“Sir, Geronimo.”

Nemo cut his eyes toward the maid watching over his sister, while he hugged Sparrow, “I see it’s mother’s day off once again.”

“Lady Wisteria is very busy, sir.”

Nemo rolled his eyes, “my mother is a drunk, she is never busy!”

“Geronimo, can we have my piano lesson today,” the young duel-haired girl asked.

He smiled down at his sister, “that’s why I’m here,” he answered with a small smile, sitting at the piano again, “have you been practicing?”

Sparrow nodded staring at the keys, before showing her older brother how much she improved since they had last had a piano lesson. As the middle-aged maid stood not too far from the little miss. An hour or so passed with Nemo and Sparrow continuing their little piano lesson before Nemo felt someone approach. He looked away from his sister, finding his mother approaching from the foyer.

“Hello,” he scoffed, “mother.”

The maid bowed at the lady’s presents, Nemo only resembles her in hair color, her skin is olive colored her eyes the same color as her youngest daughter, and her pearls hung from her earlobes, “It is nice to see you, Geronimo,” she speaks in a low tone that is very wobbly.

Nemo only let out a grunt, “Sparrow, I think we gotta cut short today,” he commented.

Sparrow stopped playing, her smile fading and her lips forming a thin line, “when will you be back,” she asked, still staring at the piano keys.

“I don’t know, Sparrow,” he answered.

“Will it be soon?”

Nemo frowned as her little sister looked up at him, with a discouraged look on her face, “I’ll try.”

“Promise?”

“Promise,” he replied, sorrowfully.

Nemo stood from the piano, heading for the entrance of the home, “Geronimo, will you be back for dinner,” Wisteria asked, as he passed by her.

“Nope, I have better things to do,” he scoffed before leaving the mansion.

He carried himself to the train station, so he could go back to the college, in the early hours of the morning college administration informed the facility and staff that the college lockdown had finally been lifted. Students and Staff in the like were free to travel outside of campus if they happened to be stuck on campus after the attack on the school, almost a week prior.

“Hey, Row, you wanna come to dinner with me,” Georgia asked, as Rowan sat in her dorm on the bed that hadn’t been used since Rowan was made to stay in the last week.

Rowan looked up from their cozy comfort game on their portable gaming console, “like in the cafeteria?” they asked.

“No, no, come to my home, have dinner with me and family,” Georgia replied.

Rowan looked at her confused, “me to go to a family dinner,” they asked quietly pointing at themself then pointing at her, “with you?”

“Yeah, of course,” Georgia giggled, “you’re my one of my best friends.”

Rowan’s heart stopped, a best friend to the loveable Georgia, which means a lot more than Georgia will ever realize, “I-I have to ask Indigo, but yes!”

Georgia squealed, peddling around and getting ready as Rowan waited for a response from Indigo which they didn’t get, “Huh, Indigo isn’t responding,” they remarked leaving Georgia’s dorm.

“We could stop by the infirmary, and you could ask Calvin,” Georgia suggested.

They never really thought of that before, Indigo is “the ruler of the castle” the head of her household, and asking Calvin for permission to do something feels… wrong. As if they are a small child asking Daddy if they can do something because Mommy will get mad. Although Rowan agrees he continues to follow Georgia out of the dorms, running into Nemo in the process.

“Hey, Ricky,” Georgia chimed.

“Hey, Nemo,” Georgia said cheerfully.

He grunted passing them on the path while heading for the dorms, leaving Rowan and Georgia to shrug at one another before heading for the infirmary. On the campus of the college, the infirmary sits close to the main building but disconnected, available for the public, yet on the college campus. They were greeted by Mavrick packing up his things as several healers did their jobs, and Sloan could be spotted in Casper’s room sleeping on the window bench.

“Hi,” he muttered.

“Is Calvin in his office,” Rowan asked.

The healer in training nodded, “what’s wrong,” the seer girl asked her friend.

“I gotta go see my parents.”

“Oh no,” Georgia gasped, “do you need back up?”

“No,” he said shaking his head, “you’re going to seeing your family that’s more important.”

Georgia sighed, as he passed by her and watched Rowan enter Calvin’s office, They entered while the healer was in a midphone conversation.

“Hold on, sir – hey kid, whatcha need,” he asked.

“Indigo isn’t answering my text,” Calvin sighed at their response, “I was just wondering if I could go to Georgia’s for dinner.”

He thought for a moment, “sure, just text me when you get there, and on your way back... and if anything, concerning happens!”

Rowan nodded, “is something wrong with Indigo,” they asked.

“You don’t have to worry; she’s just being her at the moment.”

Rowan nodded, again, thinking back to before orientation how she shut herself away while writing her speech. That must be the “being her” that Calvin is talking about. Rowan and Georgia left with smiles on their faces as the healer in training they saw earlier was walking towards the dean’s office.

“Marisol,” two women were standing by Duke’s office door looking towards the direction Maverick was coming from, one of the women resembled Duke, with dark hair, moss green eyes, and olive skin, while the other woman was blonde, pale, and was stone-colored eyes.

“That’s not my name,” he muttered.

“Right, right, sorry,” the blonde woman commented apologetically, “it’s nice to see you, Maverick.”

The three exchanged glances, “Come on, let’s not keep him waiting,” the other woman said with a melancholic tone and look on her face.

“Okay, mom.”

His mothers entered the office behind him, greeted with the view of Duke standing in front of the window behind his desk, “Imogene, Maverick my sweet little girl, Temperance,” Duke mused, extending out his arms as he walked towards his desk.

“It’s nice to see you, daddy,” Temperance muttered.

“Why are we here,” Maverick asked very cross.

“Can I not wish to see my family,” Duke asked, taking a seat at his desk.

“You never want to see us together,” Maverick retorted.

“Maverick,” Duke sighed, “your mothers would like you to return home.”

“This is it, you cryptically texted me after a disaster to tell me, my moms want me to go back home?!”

“Maverick, we miss you,” Imogene chirped up.

“You can’t even get my name right!”

“You keep change it,” Imogene replied.

“It’s been Maverick since I was 12!”

“Imogene, he is right,” Temperance added, “he may have not been home where we could say it, but his name is Maverick.”

“This isn’t getting me to come home,” Maverik groaned frustratedly before pointing at Duke, “you want something else from me!”

“Temperance, Imogene, can you give us a moment,” Duke asked.

The two women nodded, leaving the two of them alone, “sit down, Mavrick.”

Maverick sits in one of the chairs in front of Duke’s desk, his tone is different without Temperance and Imogene in the room, he’s more orotund and throatier, not his regular honeyed tone.

“Our plan did not work.”

“Your plan didn’t work,” Maverick retorted, “I had no part of it.”

“Oh, dear boy,” Duke sighed, “you forget you opened that tower.”

Maverick frowned staring at his hands, “you made me.”

Duke chuckled, “sure I did.”

“You threatened to mess with Nemo’s grades!”

“You have to admit it thrilling,” Duke mused, “the thrill of the rush!”

“No! I feel horrible, I almost killed Casper!”

“Yet, he lives.”

“He’s in a coma!”

“A healing coma.”

“He’s still in a coma, granddad!”

Duke rolled his eyes, leaning back in his chair, “Regardless I need one more thing from you,” he sighed.

“No,” Maverick shouted.

“I haven’t even asked—”

“It’s going to involve Rowan and I want no part of it anymore!”

Maverick stood from his chair abruptly, heading toward the door, “Maverick,” Duke said firmly, standing once again.

“Don’t worry, I’ll keep your little secret, like always, but I’m not hurting my friend!”

A few miles away, fresh off the train, in the late afternoon sun, Georgia and Rowan traveled toward the seers’ family home. Passing big expensive houses hidden behind gates and greenery. Georgia pointed at one of the houses as they walked pasted.

“That’s Elias and Nemo’s house. My house isn’t too far.”

It’s a lovely large house, white as pearls, with contemporary architecture, “Wow,” Rowan muttered before a short pause, “I wonder if they ever had that family dinner.”

Within that pearl-white house, Elias sat at the enormous dining room table, with his white-haired and blue-eyed father at the head of the table, his mother to his right, Sparrow to his left, and oldest sister in front of him, and his middle sister to her right, both the women having white hair, blue-eyes, and the hereditary two beauty marks under their right eyes.

“Is Geronimo coming mom,” his middle sister asked.

“No,” Wisteria muttered.

Elias looked up at his oldest sister who held a very irritated look on her face, “he’s always been a disobedient boy,” his father remarked.

“Myrtle, please,” Wisteria mumbled.

“He’s not wrong,” his middle sister commented.

“Ammonia really,” Elias sighed.

“What,” she scoffed, “Geronimo disobeys father whenever he’s home!”

“People say a bitch sometimes, maybe I’m disobedient too,” his oldest sister stated in a low tone.

“Come one Dahila,” Ammonia sighed, “Geronimo punches trees when he’s angry!”

“That was one time, Ammonia, get over it,” Dahila noted.

“Please stop fighting,” Wisteria stammered out.

“I was in that tree and his punch shock it!”

Elias rolled his eyes, as his sister went back and forth, “girls, you’re making you mother upset,” Myrtle grumbled, “beside Geronimo is nothing be a stain on the family and a blemish on this family’s legacy. Now, you my boy, Elias, you will do well when you graduate.”

“Are you kidding me,” Elias yelled, slamming his sliver wear on the table, “what legacy?! You make bullets dad and get pissed off when people don’t buy them! You make children just to attempt to have a “proper heir” for a shit family business, and if you don’t get what you want you forget about, you’re the children you do have and leave them for maids to take care of them! While the woman you forced to married you drunks herself to exhaustion!”

“Elias,” Dahila uttered, concerned.

“Nemo is making a life for himself! Not sitting back while you insult him like you have been doing since he was born. You named like you named Ammonia, you named them the first thing you could think of because you couldn’t be bothered to name your own children a decent name,” Elias screamed, as he stood from his seat, “And if there one thing I don’t give two shits about, it you and the business! You have never once asked me if I would even like to to follow in your footsteps, you just assumed I would. But guess what I won’t! Guns disgust me, and being a small part in the someone’s death is not something I want on my soul. I want to help please, in my own way, and it will not be alongside you!”

“You been spending too much time with Geronimo,” Myrtle muttered, “you too being roommates at that college was a bad idea.”

“HIS NAME IS NEMO,” Elias screamed, “I DON’T CARE IF THAT’S NOT THE YOU GAVE HIM! HE’S NAME IS NEMO!”

The sound of a chair scrapping across the Linoleum floors, Sparrow got up from her chair and ran out of the dining room, “Elias, come on, you’ve said enough,” Dahlia noted, softly.

He huffed, “I should have never come,” he sighed, staring at the ceiling, “I’m just going to grab the stuff and go back to campus.”

Elias left the dining room soon after, heading to his room, to gather his things. Meanwhile, Rowan and Georgia had enjoyed a lovely dinner with the seer’s large family. After meeting all of Georgia’s family members and helping her parents clean up dinner, Georgia ran upstairs to grab a few things and look at her younger siblings’ arts and crafts leaving Rowan to head for the front door to wait for their friend. They looked into the living room and saw Georgia’s grandmother knitting a blanket.

“It was nice to meet you Mrs. Nozadze,” Rowan spoke, standing in the archway of the living room.

“Come here, child,” the old woman remarked.

Rowan stepped before the old woman, who had stopped her knitting and stuck out her hand, “Take it, dear,” she cooed.

They hesitantly took her hand, and her eyes opened wide ultimately gold. It was quite magical and bright; Rowan was filled with a warm feeling as they could only assume the older woman was using her seeing powers to look at their future.

“Something big is coming,” she said, “and you are at the center.”

“Huh.”

“Yes, my child, you will face something big, something that will change your being for her onward,” Georgia's grandmother spoke with great confidence, She knew what she talking about given her age and wisdom, “Be safe, dear, I like you,” she muttered in a very elderly woman voice.

Rowan nodded letting go of the woman’s hand, “hey Rowan, ready to go,” Georgia called.

“Yeah.”

The two of them left the large home traveling back to the train station, running into Elias in process, “hey Elias,” Georgia cheered.

He turned around instantly smiling seeing Georgia and Rowan, “you have dinner with you family, Georgia,” he asked.

“Yeah, Rowan even came with me.”

“It was very nice,” they added.

“I glad someone had a good day today.”

“Did you go and see your parents,” Rowan asked.

Elias nodded, “I don’t think I’ll go back in a while.”

“Well next time, we can go to my house and have dinner together,” Georgia remarked cheerfully, “our own little family dinner.”

Elias and Rowan smiled at each other, “That sound like a really good idea!”

If only it didn’t feel like it may never happen.

Noooo I was looking for English voices for my ocs and baby Justin Bieber is exactly Elí's voice 😭

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