Honor, Chapter 82, Wishes and Wild Magic
Jami was curled up in one of the window seats sketching away, the tip of his tongue sticking out of the corner of his mouth, and his kneazle, Sofie, curled up purring at his feet. He was four years old today - and some days, he felt older. On others, he didn't. He knew he wanted to be held a lot, but he wasn't a baby. He was just shy, and scared of things he didn't understand.
He had dreams, sometimes, of a redheaded woman, who looked much like his Auntie—the way she looked now. Sometimes she was smiling or laughing... in others, she was screaming and there was a scary green light. He also remembered flying through the air with a big man. He had... fur.... and was riding a flying thing... that wasn't a broom. Sometimes the kind face that could be seen in all that fur turned into one like those ‘bad doggies’ in the orchard. Jami shuddered at the thought.
Auntie said someday... when he was little older, they would explain everything to him. However, right now... she just wanted him to be a little boy. A little boy who should not worry about things. He should play and learn, and just be happy.
He wanted a lot of things. He wanted to be able to hear the music Unc'a Sev'us played on the big piano. He could feel the vibrations in his body. He liked it, and he liked the faces Unc'a Sev'rus and Unc'a Moony made when they listened to it. Sometimes, Unc'a Moony would listen to music that felt... different. He would dance around and wave his arms as if he was waving something and there were other people in the room. He liked to sit behind the big chair and watch him. When Unc'a Moony danced, he could feel the vibrations in the floor.
He knew if they turned the music up louder he would hear it better. But he didn't want to upset anyone by asking.
He missed his hearing. He knew that Bad Unc'a was the reason he couldn't hear anymore. He could read their lips when they thought he wasn't paying attention. But he knew. He also knew that there was some other man who had something to do with hurting him. Someone who wanted to find him. Why? He didn't understand. Nonna would keep them safe, and so would Auntie, Unc'a Moony, Unc'a Sev, and King.
He knew someday he would have to do something important. His destiny, Unc'a Moony, said--whatever that was.
Signore Antonio also told him he was destined for greater things. That the world, Muggle or Wizard, would find a way for him to live in a hearing world. Signore spent a lot of time with him, showing him how to draw things, and they had just begun painting. He had learned how to mix simple watercolors last week. Signore said to draw and to paint because it would heal the heart. He didn't know about healing, but he did know it made him feel better to make pictures, and even Healer Wolfe smiled at his drawings and nodded that she was pleased. She said it was good for him. She even gave Callum and Auntie special books to draw and write in.
Nonna told him stories about Dragons in Romania and the Fae that lived here and there. Someday when he was older, he wanted to see all this and more. He loved to look at the pictures in Nonna’s books. He even tried to draw them. Nonna and Signore said he did well.
He watched the adults quite a bit and was very good at reading lips, so he knew much more than they most likely wanted him to. Inside sometimes, he felt like he was supposed to be too old to play with the other boys and with the animals; as if there was something else he had to do. There were times when he felt like Unc'a Moony looked; as if everyone was counting on him to fix things. He understood things and didn't know why he did. One day he would feel free to run and play, but the next, he would feel very heavy. He knew this had something to do with that 'destiny' thing everyone was always talking about when they thought he wasn't around. For now he would be safe from bad people. Hopefully someone would tell him before too long what he was supposed to do that was so important.
He sighed, dropping his sketchbook to his lap, and put his head against the cool glass, watching the people bustling to and fro around the villa; readying everything for Tori's birthday celebration. There was a pavilion set up in the gardens, and some of the men and house elves were setting up tables and chair, while the kitchen elves brought out the dishes, glasses, and silverware, 'Levitated' in large buckets. These bobbed along merrily to settle themselves easily onto the tables. There were brightly colored lanterns and cheery fabrics draped about the pavilion. Fresh flowers and wizard balloons were placed in strategic spots to secure the swagged fabric. Several of the vineyard workers had brought their instruments so there would be music. Callum had signed to him that Nonna had asked them to play loud enough so he could feel the beat.
He had already seen the men deliver the fish and the produce from the market. He'd been enjoying wonderful aromas from the kitchen all morning, and they made his mouth water. There was very little from Nonna's kitchen that he didn't like. He even tried to eat some of the stuff he didn't like, because it made everyone smile, especially Auntie, and Unc'a Moony.
Now, the elves were starting to bring out huge bowls and platters of food. Wine and sparkling juice were brought out, along with some other bottles of drink that he didn't recognize. The serving table filled quickly. He knew preservation and temperature charms would be cast over the food and drink until it was served. The musicians had set up chairs, and were doing things with their instruments. In a spot under a nearby tree, Signore Antonio was setting up his easel and a small box of supplies, followed by two chairs; one next to the easel and the other in front of it.
Jami pressed his nose to the window, wondering what he was going to do. He wanted to wander out and see what else was happening, but Enzo had signed to them they had to stay inside while the party was being setup. He saw the gypsies arrive in brightly colored horse-drawn carts, their clothing just as colorful and interesting. He saw them bring out their violins and begin playing. The staff seemed to have added a skip to their walk. He so wanted to hear what it sounded like. Even with the little bit of hearing in his right ear, he couldn't hear them.
He wished the glass was gone so he could try to hear better and feel the fresh air on his face. Astonished, the glass disappeared and the sounds of the outside were amplified. Gasping, he sat back, startled by it. He slowly set his sketchbook aside as he hung his legs over the edge of the now nonexistent window and smiled. Very faintly, he could hear a woman singing in a high-pitched voice. She had to have a strong voice.
It reminded him of when Auntie would sing softly to him or Callum. Sofie was sitting up, looking at him like she knew what he was thinking. He looked behind him at Enzo and Callum. It was only a small hop and he would be safely on the ground. But he knew that he had strict orders to stay where he was and out from underfoot.
If he stayed here against the wall, it should be o.k. Scooting forward, he slid over the edge and down to the ground. Sofie landed gracefully beside him, and placed herself in front of his legs to keep him against the wall. He looked down at her, seeing the no-nonsense look in her large eyes. He slid down and sat against the wall, and she climbed into his lap, as Enzo appeared beside him, looking totally flustered.
"Oh little Master," forgetting to sign, the little elf just bounced around on the ground around Jami, as he pulled at his huge ears.
Jami giggled at his little friend and began signing, 'Just wanted to hear. Wanted to be closer.'
Enzo continued to bounce and mutter to himself, worry in his eyes. Jami reached out and grabbed his wrist, pulling him down beside him and Sofie, against the wall. He signed again, excitedly, 'Music. Can hear it.'
The little elf continued to fidget and pull on his ears, and then he began hitting his head back against the wall. Jami pushed Sofie off, turned and grabbed Enzo's head, holding it still, making him look at him, "E-E-En-z-z-o!" He stuttered out.
Sofie mrreowed loudly, and Enzo froze when he heard Jami actually speak his name. Wide-eyed he stared at the boy who was grinning at him. His agitation forgotten, he started to turn, when Callum leaned out of the window above, Kingsley Shacklebolt leaning over above him; both looking down at the three of them.
"How did you get out here, Jami?" Kingsley asked when he had the boy's attention. The tall black man still didn't know enough sign language to be helpful with Jami. He was also looking a bit puzzled about the missing glass.
"M-Mu-sic. H-Hear-r b-be-t-ter." Jami stuttered and signed at the same time, his cheeks flushed and eyes bright with excitement.
Luisa had just come outside when the wards had alerted her to a disruption. Wild magic--but she had to be sure. As she turned the corner, Faegan behind her, she saw Kingsley and Callum in the now glassless window, talking to Jami, who was flanked by Sofie and Enzo, on the ground below. When she heard Jami speak, she almost cried. Stopping just outside their line of sight, she put her hand against her lips as she felt Faegan's hand on her shoulder.
"Music has a healing magic all its own, Signora. It too is a gift of nature and of the Goddess, in all its forms." Faegan spoke quietly, with a sense of wisdom in his voice.
She reached up with her other hand and laid it over his, as she tried to contain her emotions. This was the first major sign of improvement they had seen since Healer Wolfe-Birkner had started her sessions with Ivy and the boys.
Remus and Severus came running from the other side of the villa. Severus ran into the back of Remus when his mate came to a sudden stop. Remus fell to his knees when he heard his cub speak.
Jami turned towards his Unc'a Moony. "Wan-tted to h-ear Mus-ic." he signed and spoke.
"He did Wild Magic, Remus," Lusia whispered, as she motioned toward the window.
Jami frowned. Why was everyone upset and now Unc'a Moony was crying? He looked up and Callum was clapping, and Auntie was grinning from beside King. 'Wha'd I do?' He signed, as he looked around, confused.
Remus got up from the ground, and swooped down, grabbed Jami and swung him around in the air.
Jami held on and laughed, as he felt himself rise in the air and his stomach drop. Then everyone was around him and hugging, all talking at once. Nonna and Auntie were crying now, and Unc'a Sev had a funny look on his face, but he was too happy to care at the moment. Tori had just come around the corner at a run.
"Nonna, what happened to the window?" Coming to a stop in the midst of the group he looked around. "Nonna? Why are you crying?"
Kingsley, Ivy, and Callum exited the villa and joined them outside. Callum was bouncing with excitement, as Ivy kissed Jami and Kingsley looked on with a huge smile on his face.
"Tori! Jami did magic! An--An' he talked!" Callum looked proud enough to bust.
Jami signed, "I did magic?"
Remus smiled and nodded, too emotional still to speak.
Again Remus nodded. He set Jami back down on the ground.
His eyes widened as he looked to his Nonna. 'I don't know where it went', he signed. 'Am I in trouble?'
Luisa put a gentle hand to his flushed cheek, staring into the wide green eyes, "Never little one. Never. Not for doing magic... You did Wild Magic. Your magic is beginning to wake up. It's just a peek at what you will be able to do as you get older."
Jami looked thoughtful. 'Ok', he signed. 'Now we do party for Tori,' He signed.
Everyone looked to the other but it was Tori who was bursting with happiness of his own, 'Now we have the party for BOTH of us!'
"Wh-what?" Jami asked out loud.
"Happy Birthday, my littlest Cub," Remus said. "The party is for both you and Tori."
Jami's emerald green eyes widened and his mouth formed an 'O' of surprise, as he looked around at everyone. They were all nodding at him with huge smiles on their faces. He was going to have a party? A real birthday party?
Tori grabbed his arm and pulled him toward the pavilion, signing with the other hand. 'The party is for both of us. Let's have fun.'
Jami smiled, happiness swelling inside him as he walked, watching the gypsies playing their violins.
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