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Dev shot up from his bed, rubbing his hand along his cheek. It felt as if he had fallen asleep in a chair, but his au pairs aren't programmed to move him without asking, and no one else would've placed him in bed. His mouth tastes sugary, so he hadn't brushed his teeth, and he's still in his clothes, the fammiliar frabric of his jacket and jeans clinging uncomfortably to his skin. His head feels foggy and gross. He's felt that before, but he usually makes sure to get ready for bed first. He tries to stand despite the way his body is tugging him back to bed. It feels like he hasn't slept in days. He gives up, collapsing back into his pillows. He glances over at the clock. 7:24 PM. It still so early, he can sleep for a couple more hours and then pretty up before his father finds him in this state. His father would hate it if Dev was all tired and sick. His eyes fluttered for a moment, a pair of eyes glows in the darkness, staring at him with fondness. A look he wished his father would give him. A wish...
His dreams are all colorful, fuzzy shapes in every color of the rainbow dancing around him, taunting him. He knows those voices, but he can't quite place them. No, he recognizes one of them. What's her name again..? Hard hat? Haybale? Some kind of nut. Almond? Definetly starts with H. Hazel! Thats it! The new brat in his class, stealing all his friends, with her perfect life and loving family and weird colored pencil. She's kind of nice, and he remembers them being friends at some point, now the thought of her makes him sick. He can't tell why he would be mad at her after they made up, but he trusts his gut instincts. If he doesn't like her, then he doesn't need a reason.
An alarm goes off at 3 AM. He doesn't recall setting one, but with how foggy his head feels, its possible he did. He pulls himself out of bed, washing his face, combing his hair, brushing his teeth. Meaningless activities that he barely registers himself doing. He sits down on his bed, the lamp next to producing just enough light for him to read. After digging through his drawers for a bit, he pulls out his notebook. Just a plain black covered journal that no one would ever think to look twice at. The way his father liked it. Can't have people asking about it. Can't have people knowing his son is broken. His eyes scan the recent pages, yet the past few months have such little writing in them, much less than what he usually writes. An off handed sentence here and there, entire days skipped. He flips back to the last full day, the same day as the Founders Day festival. he remembers that day pretty clearly, at least up until he presumably cried himself to sleep. What's odd is the clear eraser marks at the end of the page. He only ever erases spelling mistakes, not whole scentences like this. He can't make out the words. Sighing, he goes to put it back before noticing an identical notebook. He flips the second one open, a small cloud of glitter causing him to close his eyes for a moment. He blinks at the front page. Instead of the detailed reasoning for the notebooks existance the other one has, it read FGP in glittery purple pen. This is his handwriting for sure, but he can't recall starting a new notebook, or writing this. He flips to the next page, which is back to his regular pencil.
I've decided not to write this in my normal journal, as I'll be adding descriptions about these magical creatures to this, along with anything that I wish to remember that includes fairies.
Oh okay. So he lost it. Completely lost it. What got him writing about magical creatures. He was too old for fantisies like that. Believe in unicorns and elves is for six year old girls.
The purple one, Periwinkle as he calls himself, says a godchild will get their memory wiped when they grow up or break enough rules for them to take away my fairy. Memorys removed.
Perhaps he did not go crazy, instead magic did enter his life, and his memories of it were removed. He read the notebook front to back, despite the fact looking at the words made his headache worse. The last pages are everything to be found about "anti-fairies" and "fairy world." He could hardly believe something so stupid and whimsical, but anything he writes down has to be true.
The glowing eyes in the darkness of his large room greet him again. He can make out purple irises and abnormaly large pupils. "If this is true, you're not suppossed to be here, are you?" He asks the eyes, which pry themselves away from his gaze. "You're Periwinkle, right?" They dissapear in a cloud of purple glitter. That glitter must be magic. So theres some kind of spell on his notebook. He glanced at his clock, about 5 AM on a sunday, so he's in no rush to get ready for the day. He falls back onto his pillows, maybe he should sleep on this.
Another alarm goes off but he doesn't get up this time, burrying himself under his blanket. "Rise and shine, kid!" Dev nearly lunges at the unfammilliar man hovering over his bed. "You and your father have an event in about three hours." He continued, ignoring how the kid jumped. Dev examined him. The wand, the wings, the floaty crowny thing. "I thought you were going to settle for staring at me from the shadows..." He yawned, siting up on his bed. The fairy's eyes followed him intently. For some reason, watching him smile made Dev's mouth taste sugary. "As long as you know fairies exist I'm stuck with you. Think of this as a second chance." Peri explained, pointing his wand towards Dev to magic him into his clothes. "I just get to try again? No rules?" He asked, tilting his head. Peri nodded. You'd figure if they were willing to take his fairies away, they'd set some restrictions in his use of magic in the future. He eyed the fairy's wand suspiciously. "I only have one wish for you." Might as well set his own rules. He can prove he deserves this magic by not wasting it and then once he's thoroughly impressed whiever's incharge of the fairies-- Jargon or something-- he'll start using it as usual again.
Peri's smile fades. "just one..?" The Dimmadome never seemed to run out of wishes before. Now he only had one thing he wanted? Dev flipped through the notebook as he talked, "I wish Hazel Wells and her fairies, Cosmo Cosma and Wanda Fairywinkle, could not use any magic that would affect me." He made sure to use their names, as the book explained magic was more powerful when the fae had names to work with. Devin had really studdied that, hadn't he. The fairy frowned. "Something like that would take a lot of magic, Dev..." He could explain in full, but Dev continued to stare at him, his multicoloured eyes boring into his. He's awfully serious about this. "I... should be able to do it if you give me a bit." Peri sighed, unscrewing the glass top of his wand. A bigger wish like this would require him to use more magic than he was allowed to. Well, it wasn't against Da Rules, and Jorgen was surely still asleep, so it's not like he'd notice. Plus, Dev wanted this. He wanted to make sure he did what Dev wants from now on.
Dev reached towards the remaining clouds of glitter. He can't hold them apparently. He should write this down, but he's got more important matters. Pumpernickel can write it down later. "Wish granted?" His fairy godparent nodded. "Wish granted." The ginger ran a hand through his hair. "Then you're free to leave. I don't have any other need for you." He had been hoping the kid was going to change his mind about the one wish thing. The first time around, Peri made the mistake of not explaining magical backup to him. "If I don't grant enough wishes, I'll kind of.. explode." He decided not to explain too much. Dev's eyes briefly widened, but he fixed his face. "How often?" His eyes narrowed, a buisness look he mimicked from his father. He hated to see the kid copying dale like that. "One wish a day. Can be something small, if you're so sure you don't want to be wishing for things." Dev nodded. An agreement.
"I had you write in this sometimes?" He held the notebook up to the fae. "Theres a spell on it so only me and you can open it." He explained. The kid tossed the journal up to him. "Great. Write."