#never bet against nora june nevermind that you won the bet

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Welcome to Halloween eve WIPsday.

I've been ... sick and in a slump and blah blah blah. BUT I have been writing small little bits over the past few weeks and my therapist cancelled for this morning so I had some unexpected time to post AND I need some cheering on, so you're going to see them. :D

Firstly, Simon's two mums (ie finally, (already, always)):

Something in me pulls taut and then snaps. I'm sobbing. My eyes are closed, and someone is trying to take the wand out of my hand. I grip it tighter, my fingernails digging into my palms. I'm screaming, fighting, crying. And then still. Still like a cage, like a too-heavy blanket, like a straitjacket.  I push against it, against the constricting magic, but I'm trapped in my body, trapped under skin too stiff to flex, air too thick to move through. I grit my teeth, focus on my anger, my feelings, my heart. I let it all go up in flames and then I push.  I jerk out of the spell with a gasp, still clutching the wand, holding the trailing wisps of the newborn lamb magic in my hand. Mummy has my head on her lap, and she's stroking my hand where I'm holding the wand. Mummy is singing to me, and Mum is yelling at the headmaster, a pounding rhythm behind the sweet sound of the song. 

Secondly, Firstprince Soulmate BS below the cut. If you are someone who might want to beta read this Brilliant Shit, please hit me up, my regular cheerleaders aren't in this fandom 😂😭😂.

Alex and Nora and June are doing their final review of the seating chart for the Young America Gala when Alex realizes. "Fuuuck," is what he says.  "What, dreading seeing Timothée Chalamet flirt with the entire PR team?" Nora asks. "…again." "Oh god, don't even joke about that. No, I, uh, realized I have a few last minute additions to the guest list." "I put Bea on the list, manito." "What about…" he looks down at his hands and sighs. "Henry?" "Ha!" June erupts, and holds her hand out to Nora with a gimme gesture.  "I'll Venmo you," Nora says with a shrug.  "Wait, y'all were betting on this?"  "Obviously," Nora says with a level of nonchalance that suggests she was holding a loss at even odds. He turns to June, "Why would you ever bet against her?"

Tags and hugs (if you want them)! Happy All Hallows Eve Eve. May witches and goblins haunt your dreams (/positive).

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