one more day
"seulie?" "yes?" "who do you look up to the most?" "ah! my unnie, sooryeon!!! i don't know where she is. i haven't seen her in a long time. but if she sees this, i love you, unnie! you're amazing!!!"
Im Seulye adored her older sister to bits. Everything Sooryeon did was like a miracle to her. At age four, she was that impressionable. Seulye didn't understand why Sooryeon only really spoke around her ("'cause I'm her favourite and she's mine!!"), or why their mothers steered clear of her. What she did know was it was really annoying that Sooryeon didn't come home directly to play with her after school. During the first days, she hated school for taking her sister away from her.
#41: i saw seulye's flootube channel update. she's going to be cameoing in a movie. guess i have to save for tickets or torrent it.
The days came and went. Sooryeon took longer and longer to come home. Seulye whined about this to their mothers, who just glanced at each other. "Do you want to go buy a new toy, Seulye?" That's what they would ask. Seulye sulked, because she wanted her sister, not some dumb toy, but even at her age she knew what that line meant. It meant Sooryeon was coming home late again. Couldn't their moms just do something about it?
#56: i am sorry, but i am also not.
Sooryeon didn't come back. Seulye woke up and found her sister's bed empty on an ironically shining Saturday morning. Her cries were what sent their mothers running to Sooryeon's room for the first time in years. The room was stripped bare, her closet empty, and not even a note. Sooryeon was gone and hadn't left a single trace of her ever having lived there.
#95: this is my first year gone. i wonder if she's doing okay.
Im Sooryeon was a mistake. Her second mother, the one she was not related to, sat her down when she was seven years old and explained it as best, as kindly as she could. It was a situation hard to stomach for everyone, but as was to be expected, it hurt Sooryeon the most. Thread by thread she pulled away from the yarn of her supposed home. No one could have stopped it. No one wanted to, except for Seulye.
#147: i wonder a lot, if this is the right thing.
Sooryeon's father was nameless. When Sooryeon came to live with her father's side of the family, even they shook their head at his mention. They never spoke of him and his absence wasn't questioned. This, however, didn't extend to their treatment of his daughter. The Fleurys were kind, accepting, and it helped that they had a son Sooryeon's age. They didn't ask questions. The look on the nine year old's face was all they needed.
#226: my name is lyra fleury.
The name change was taken in stride by her relatives. 'Sooryeon' was abandoned as a 10th birthday present. From then on it was 'Lyra'. Sweet, secretive, and a little bit overwhelming Lyra. They knew she was magic — it was a given in their family, after all. Years ago, she'd let slip that her moms hadn't reacted very well to her having to switch schools. Some of the Obliviators had been called in. But that was all they could get out of her. Lyra had done away with her birth name, and acted like she could do away with her birth family as well. Not Seulye. Even the Fleurys knew how she would smile at the mention of her little sister, who they were told of by their mothers themselves.
#302: auntie worries about me.
Acceptance letters came in twos for the newest generation of Fleury. Durmstrang and Beauxbatons, trimmed nicely with their representative crests, fell into their DMs and phone notifications. They got the owls too, of course, but nothing beats the sound of your phone singing some godforsaken ringtone you don't have downloaded. On the bright side, they received the setting option to set next year's ringtone for their required books (that still cost a fucking fortune because really? in this economy?) Lyra's ringtone, naturally, was the "haA, HAAAH, HWAAAAAAAH" Orange Caramel vine.
#397: pretty isn't always enough.
While Lucien found his circle of friends, Lyra never did. It didn't seem like she wanted to. She was alright with speaking to her cousin every other day, or whenever he had a crush crisis (noted to be among the few occasions where she spoke unfiltered). In between summer breaks, she and Lucien would get caught up in the entertainment business — she as a model, he as a Silencio Records trainee. Despite her absence in every nonmandatory school photo, Lyra was present for her cousin and sometimes his friends. Where and what she got up to is as much of a mystery as she was, but her smiles were frequent and radiant enough for more than a few classmates to go gaga over her. Not a single confession went through; she made it clear, even with her aversion to direct responses, that she had no interest in any relationships of that kind.
#414: not all of us want muddied hearts.
Why she's transferring to Hogwarts now? She's certainly not spilling.