Lindsey saw her daughter’s outfit and her hands instantly were placed on her hips.
“REA! You’re pretty dress! It’s ruined! Where did you go?”
Rea had just finished saying goodnight to Edmund when she heard her mom’s voice.
“Uh-oh…” Edmund and Rea said in unison. She winced and turned and faced her mother.
“Uh, hi Mummy!” She said as she stuffed her hands behind her back.
Lindsey repeated herself. “Rea, where did you go?”
“Um… to the field with all the really pretty flowes! Mummy it was so much fun! There were chipmunks and Edmund and me played Hide and Don’t Peek! And there was this really big kitty cat and Edmund---“
“There was a what?!” Lindsey was still hung on the “big kitty cat” part.
“Yeah, Mummy it was HUUUGE and mean!” She made a growly face. “I was really scared! But Edmund calmed it down and we got away!” Rea smiled proudly.
Lindsey grabbed the chair and collapsed into it. “Oh…” She said as she covered her eyes with her hands.
“Mummy? Are you okay?” Rea asked as she walked up to her and put her hand on her.
“Rea, go change… and stay in your room for a while, I’m not happy that you didn’t’ tell me where you were going, or that you ruined your dress.”
“But Mummy!”
“REA! ROOM. NOW!” Her mother furiously pointed toward her room. And Rea whimpered.
“Y-Yes, Mummy.” She said as she turned and walked toward her room and shut the door.
She changed quickly into her pajamas and sat on her bed fighting back tears. “I didn’t mean
to…” She said to herself as she stuffed her face into a pillow.
“Pssstt! Rea!” She heard Edmund call out from outside. She perked up and ran to the window.
“Edmund?” She whispered. As she opened it and looked down.
“I brought something for you!” he said. “Can I come in?”
Rea looked back and saw that her door was still closed. “Sure!” She stepped back as Edmund jumped inside.
With him, he carried a case with a red jewel on it.
“What’s that?” She asked as she sat on her bed as he opened it.
“My dad gave it to me… It’s a violin!” He said with a smile.
“Ooh! You can play it?” She asked with a smile.
“Sorta! Wanna hear it?” He asked.
“Yes!” She said excitedly. She winced as she thought she was a little loud.
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Edmund cleared his throat and opened the case. Inside was the violin that his father had begun to teach him to play before he left home. It was a beautifully crafted instrument, made with the finest instruments that his father could afford to have made. It was almost a family treasure and Edmund felt fortunate to have inherited it. His father had left him instructions to play it for his new friend. He had told him it would always bring a smile to the faces of those who listened.
The heaviness of the instrument seemed to tell the story of its years that it had spent in his father’s possession. It was a little big, a smaller violin would have been better for Edmund to play, but his father had told him that he would grow into it.
As a child, Edmund could remember sitting on the rug in front of the fireplace and watching his father perform for his mother. He watched his father’s movements, as well as the way his fingers played up and down the strings. He remembered how those moments seemed to hypnotize him, and it was like the only thing there was his father, and the music he created.
He smiled as he rested his chin where it was supposed to be on the violin and eyed Rea. She had been waiting patiently, and no doubt she could see the awed look on his face. She grinned at him.
“Well? Are you gonna show me what it sound like?” She asked.
“Yes, of course!” Edmund replied with a snort. “I just had to set it up first, you know?” He cleared his throat once more, suddenly embarrassed that he was going to play this in front of someone else. “Now, I only know a couple of songs…I’m not great. I’m still learning!”
“Oh, just play it! I won’t laugh!”
Edmund closed his eyes and ran the bow down the neck of the violin creating a high-pitched squeal. Rea winced and reflexively covered her ears.
His eyes caught that and he frowned, “Sorry, my hand slipped.”
“That’s okay! Can you try it again?” She asked. “I’m sure it’ll be better this time!”
He took a deep sigh and envisioned his father starting out his song. The song that he had heard so many times before, it was the song that his father had taught him. He should’ve been able to remember it. As he listened to the song in his head he raised the bow once again and placed it gently on the strings and began again.
Rea’s eyes widened as he played. He was entirely focused on the melody and how he was playing it. She watched his motions as he seemed to gracefully move his arms and shoulders. Occasionally, his head would bob up down and a couple of times, he had taken a few steps.
The melody was almost as graceful as Edmund’s movements. It flowed gently and Rea couldn’t help but lay down and close her eyes. The music was so lovely. As she listened, she envisioned other-worldly creatures like fairies and mermaids moving and dancing along with the music. Even the flowers in her vision seemed to move in time.
Edmund’s performance ended and he glanced up to see if Rea had liked it or not.
“Was that oka---“ he cut himself off when he saw that she had fallen asleep. Was he that bad?
He thought that he done his best! How could anyone fall asleep when he tried so hard! Tears began to well in his eyes. He quickly brushed them away and looked up. As he did so he saw something that calmed him down.
His performance hadn’t been as bad as he almost thought. There was no way...after all he had felt the music that he played. He knew he was at least close to the way his father played it. Yes, Rea had fallen asleep. She probably didn’t hear the last part of his melody. But there was no way that she hated it. Not when Rea was smiling in her sleep.
Quietly, Edmund tilted the violin up again and began playing softly. This was a lullaby that his father played for him.
“Good night, Rea!” Edmund said with a smile when he had finally finished. His arms were tired from playing so long. How did his father do it? Play for hours on end? He sighed as he rubbed his shoulders. He had already put the violin away and was read to jump out the window.
He had stopped when he heard Rea mumble something. He wasn’t sure what she had said and he wished he could wake her and ask. But she had a long day. Edmund sighed as he jumped down from her window and landed on his feet. He turned and looked up at it one more time that night before walking a few feet away from her house.
He had a long day too, and he was ready to rest for the next day. This time he wanted to show Rea something fun. And he hoped that he wouldn’t get her in trouble this time. Her mom had seemed really mad at her. He winced at the memory of her angry face.
With a yawn, Edmund snapped his fingers and a small, wooden cottage appeared in front of him. He opened the door and walked inside.
Edmund had always loved this trick. It was like a quick-shelter from the elements and an essential trick too.
He had never mastered making mansions like some of his friends had though. He never liked to be flamboyant and watching them waste their powers on huge buildings like that really bothered him. They only got a daily amount of their powers per day as children. Why not save it for a REAL emergency?
His cottage was always the same indoors and out. It was easier that way. He had a small bed by the window. To the right was a kitchen that was big enough for one person; although if Edmund really wanted to eat he could always conjure up a sandwich or something. The walls were almost bare except for a picture of his parents at their wedding. Maybe he and Rea could find things to hang on his walls tomorrow? A grin appeared on his face as he thought of tomorrow and the days to come. They had many years to play together didn’t they?
He stretched out on his bed as he imagined it. Imagined her smile, her laughter and how it made him happy too. He remembered how when he first got word that his friend was going to be a girl he had almost dreaded it. Girls were full of cooties and things like that…at least that’s what his buddy A.J had told him. But then again, A.J. was a bit of a trouble maker.
A.J. and he had been friends for as long as he could remember. He loved to dress in loose clothes with a weird style. No one dressed or acted like A.J at the prep school. Edmund remembered when he had gotten in trouble because of his friend. A.J. Didn’t like that they could only have a few minutes of recess. He wanted to stay outside longer than everyone else…but he didn’t want to do it alone. And he called Edmund a chicken wing if he didn’t stay with him.
He shook his head at the memory of their teacher grabbing them by the ears and pulling them back indoors.
But they had more fun play days than bad ones. They had gone fishing, swimming, they even played ball sometimes. It was a friendship that Edmund hoped he would never forget….even if things would never be the same again.
When A.J left a few months ago to find his friend, Ed began to hate how things were for his kind. Why did everyone have to leave so they could be friends with a complete stranger? The idea sounded weird to him at the time…how bizarre. He didn’t feel that way now. Now he was sure that if he had to be without Rea, for whatever reason…he would feel completely lost. He wondered if A.J felt that way about his friend. He wondered if his parents went through it. And if so, how did they ever leave theirs behind? How could they?
He rolled over on his side and closed his eyes. Whatever, it didn’t really matter now. He had only just met Rea, how fast could he loser her anyways? Hopefully never. He thought to himself as he drifted off to sleep.