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In the last year of his life, Jack Farris had shot up tall. Bea had rolled her eyes when he asked for the sewing kit so he could (inexpertly) lengthen the hems of his trousers yet again and declared his mother must have kicked him out from home because she knew this endless need for new clothes was coming. Jack grinned at her and had crooked hems until the next growth spurt hit (then slightly less crooked ones, because he had more practice, now). He’d hit his head on branches he had once scurried beneath and found the stash of snow cookies on the shelf that had previously been safely out of sight. He had complained when he noticed them, loud and laughing, that he wasn’t a kid you had to hide treats from. Liam had laughed back and told him 'yeah you are, Farris', only mostly joking.
He’d been growing tall, by the end - by the end there had been so much of him to fall, to hit the ground in accelerated slow motion. Falling was the bravest thing Liam had ever known, and Jack had always been so very brave.
- A Leagues and Legends series AU: Jack dies, and Liam goes to the Academy.
- Part 1 of A Boy with a Badge
The second name on the door read ‘L. Jones, Mage’, and George raised a cautioiusly curious eyebrow. She knew an L. Jones who had sparks spilling from his fingers and his lips, but he was weeks of travel away and had a certain scoffing disrespect for the Academy. to be fair, so did she, but here she was. She knocked politely, and gently pushed the door open when there was no response.The room was empty - evidently her new roommate was out - but it was clear which half of the room was occupied. George didn’t have much with her, so wound up lying on her well worn bedroll staring at the ceiling. She sort of felt like she should go to the Library, bury herself in books, but there was a kind of tightness in her chest she had to remind herself how to breathe through first.
She was still remembering to breathe when the door clicked open. George sat up and twisted, and her breath caught in her throat all over again.
“Hi. I’m Laney Jones,” the tall, dark skinned girl smiled politely, precisely, “and you must be Georgiana - I met Rupert in the quad.”
“Just Ana, please.”
“Ana? Okay. Well, pleased to meet you, Ana Jones.”
(Observation #1: her smile is something practised)
- Part 2 of A Boy with a Badge