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Rosario Ortiz (

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@ 2022-03-28 13:27:00

WHO Rosario and Merlin
WHEN Monday afternoon, 28 March
WHERE Merlin’s library
WHAT Excuse me, who’s not taking this seriously?
WARNINGS TBA

She wasn’t avoiding anything.

The first thing Rosario had done when she’d got home from Lyra’s that Friday was to write it all down, every detail she could remember from the visions, and then she’d filled another half-dozen pages with annotations about constellations and myths and potential symbolism. She’d scrolled back through her phone to make note of the times, as precise as she could get them, and she’d sketched a star chart showing the positions of the constellations on the sixteenth. She’d even stapled in the coffee-stained practice exam page in which, for a moment, she’d seen a red-ink bird begin to drown. Did all of that sound like avoidance?

She was keeping her dream journal faithfully, just like Merlin had suggested, even though putting to paper weird stress dreams about being swept onto the set of a reality show she hadn’t signed up for (Apollo was the host, infuriatingly composed with his made-for-TV grin) made her feel stupid and exposed. She was reading the books Merlin had assigned her, even though she couldn’t see what half of them had to do with prophecy, and she was practicing meditation in her room every night, even though it made her feel like crawling out of her skin.

So she’d had to rain-check on the lesson last Monday. So what? Merlin had said he was flexible, and it wasn’t like there was a clock ticking. The future she’d seen had already happened; another was only beginning to unfold. By then, everyone had been talking about the billionaire’s son who’d bought their building, and because of Jem, everyone had been running to Rosario. She’d had to come up with one story for her parents, cuz they knew (or thought they knew) who Goldenhawk was to their family, and another for everybody else, and then she’d lost a whole afternoon to rehearsing them over and over with Lyra till she could say it without tripping up.

So, you know, maybe she’d have more time for divination lessons if her pendejo sperm donor would keep his ass out of her life. As it was, a third of the building thought Apollo was hot for her and a third of the building thought he was hot for Lyra, and she didn’t even wanna know what the other third was thinking.

And anyway, she was here now, wasn’t she? Standing at Merlin’s door with its creepy brass knocker with a notebook full of prophecies wedged under her arm and a bag heavy with medical textbooks slung over her shoulder, ready to unload the whole story on him. He was probably gonna be thrilled with her.

With a deep, bone-weary sigh, Rosario knocked on the door.

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