LITTLE BIRDIE (SETH CLEARWATER)

TEN

The others all stared at one another.

"Batty!" said Edmund, tapping his head. "Quite batty."

"What do you mean, Lu?" asked Peter.

"What I said," answered Lucy. "It was just after breakfast when I went into the wardrobe, and I've been away for hours and hours, and had tea, and all sorts of things have happened."

"Don't be silly, Lucy," said Susan. "We've only just come out of that room a moment ago, and you were there then."

"She's not being silly at all," said Peter, "she's just making up a story for fun, aren't you, Lu? And why shouldn't she?"

"No, Peter, I'm not," she said. "It's - it's a magic wardrobe. There's a wood inside it, and it's snowing, and there's a Faun and a Witch and it's called Narnia; come and s-

A pair of very warm hands reached from behind Megan, covering her eyes. Followed by a honey-smooth voice, "You gotta stop reading like that, Megs. You're gonna crash into a tree."

"You sneaky pig!" She turned around with a small but noticeable frown on her face, "I was getting to the good parts about the wardrobe." 

One new thing Seth found out about his imprint was her bipolar habits of hopping into the world of literature on and off, suddenly, and without warning. Apparently, once she got hooked on a book, she will not stop until she finished it. She would totally forget about most things, and you can find her at bay windows, head stuck in a thick volume. 

Another thing he knew, or rather, not understand at all, was the things she babbled about the stories she read. He would just listen and nod, trying to understand it all, and failing eventually. He just loved to see the glow of her excitement and her adorable grin. And he grinned right back.

"C'mon, Megs. Stop pouting." He poked her cheek with a finger, then entwining her porcelain-tiny hands in his rough and warm ones. "We're supposed to do some hiking, remember? Nessie and Jake's sorta quite far down the path now, and we gotta catch up."

At this, Megan finally, fully snapped out of story-land and remembered. She slapped a hand to her forehead, and groans, "I got distracted, again! Aw, man." 

As if catching her groans, a giggling Renesmee turned back and gestured for the two to catch up, "Meggie! You're so slow!" Jake eyed the book hanging in Megan's hand, and shook his head knowingly.

"Let's go, short stuff." Seth snatched the book away from her, grinning wildly, a taunting glint in his eyes, "I'm gonna race you!" 

"I'm not short! And my book, give it back!" She hollered after him, but he was already long gone, laughing away like a wild hyena. 

Except that, in this case, he usually turned into a giant sandy-furred wolf instead.

She huffed and clutched onto the straps of her backpack, dashing after him. Her vampire speed easily caught up with him, but he was still able to take the lead even in his human form, what with his enhanced wolfy-strength.

...

"Nessie, what do you want to be when you grow up?"

"What?" At least it was what Megan thought the other girl was saying, because with all that sandwich in her mouth, all she could make out was: "Whsot?"

"Like, say, a doctor. Or a teacher, or a traveler?"

"I think," Renesmee swallowed her food down her throat, then tilting her head to think, "I may want to do something that involves a piano, because I love it. And Daddy loves it too." She smiles, fingers moving in the air before her, as if she were really playing an actual piano, right there and then.

"You're really good, Nessie. I'm sure you can." She placed her hands behind her head, feeling the cool dew of the grass wet her fingers. 

"What about you?" Renesmee turned over on the grass, propping up her head with an elbow, facing the other girl.

"I want to be a doctor, I like helping people. And animals too, so maybe a veterinarian?"

"Vet-what?"

"Veterinarian."

"Vety-um."

"Ve-the-ry-ne-ry-en."

"Well, I think you can sure be a doctor, because you are certainly very smart." She frowned a little, "That was such a long word."

Megan giggled at the younger girl's pout, "It's probably because I'm older than you, so I know more. I'm not that smart." She tapped Renesmee's nose, making her cringe it slightly, "Wait and see, you might just be smarter than me, Nessie."

She then sat up, turning around to reach for something in her bag. Something papery, and thick...

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