Devon McCafferty (devmccafferty) wrote in tiberiusswann, @ 2011-06-06 09:52:00 |
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Entry tags: | devon, jane |
Friday - December 5th, 2008
Who: Devon, Jack and Jane
When: Night
Where: Godric's Study - BGH
What: Devon's left with a sitter and stumbles upon some serious magic.
The adults were all gone to a wedding but Devon hadn't gone. He hadn't wanted to go. So he was at home, or at the home he was staying in with his Daddy Will for the moment, with a babysitter. His daddy was in New York and everyone else had gone to the wedding too so there really wasn't any other choice. The sitter was nice though, and she was pretty, but she got distracted easily once she realized that there was wi-fi available in the house. She was playing around on a notebook computer as Devon went wandering around the house, following Jack around.
"We're not supposed to go in that room," Devon warned Jack once they'd come across the room he knew to be Godric's study. But that didn't stop the spirit from making her way inside. Seconds later, there was the distinct sound of a click and the door started to creak open. Jack rarely ever manifested to the point of being able to impact things physically, but she was capable, as Devon well knew. And though he knew he shouldn't do it, he went inside, closing the door soft behind him.
"What is it, Jack?" The spirit was hovering, trying to draw his attention to a beautiful bottle that sat on top of a tall bookcase. Devon strained to climb up it and retrieve it, nearly dropping it in the process though he managed to keep it in his hands. He climbed back down and then took a seat in the floor, looking it over with a slight frown pursing his lips.
"It's pretty," Devon remarked, turning the bottle over in his small hands. He then looked at Jack with a brow quirked as she spoke to him. "What do you mean?" He glanced back at the bottle, even more curious about it now. How could a bottle hold magic? He rubbed it, just like she said to do, and the bottle started to smoke. Devon tossed it down and jumped up to his feet, backing quickly away.
"Ric," cooed the voice that came from the puff of smoke as it began to form. "I'm surprised you've come calling again so soon. I thought after last time..." And then she spotted the small boy as her corporeal form solidified. "Oh, you're not Godric..." She seemed a bit confused, glancing around the place, and then she set her sights on the kid again, exhaling a sigh. "So what is it that you want, little one?"
Devon had no idea what to say. Who was this woman and how did she get out of this bottle? And then it hit him. He'd seen a movie like this once. Aladdin! "You're a genie?" He asked, eyes bright and wide as the woman nodded. "Wow. I'm Devon!" He was pretty excited now. A real life genie! He would have never thought those were real.
"It's nice to meet you, Devon. You may call me Jane." She moved to take a seat on Godric's desk, looking at a few trinkets and putting them back down as the kid stared at her in awe. It was cute. "So do you have a wish? Maybe a pony or..." What did kids like these days? "A limitless supply of Transformers?"
Both of those wishes sounded pretty great to Devon, but if he only got one... The kid frowned, moving to take a seat in a nearby chair as he thought about the last few weeks of his life. Rocky was a mess. Will woke up angry and sad all the time. His daddy seemed happy, but he was never around. His family was falling apart and there was nothing he could do about it because he was too little, too young.
The idea hit him like lightening and, with wide eyes, he looked up at the woman. "I wanna be a grown up." The woman looked stunned, a brow quirking slightly, so he began to explain. "My family is falling apart and there's nothing I can do to help because I'm just a kid. So I want to be an adult. I want to be..." He was trying to think of a grown up age. "Twenty-one! Then I can help take care of them."
This was not at all what Jane had been expecting, and she was a little bit uncomfortable with the idea of aging a child like that. As a genie, however, she was bound to grant the desire of whoever woke her. And there were no age limits on that. Children just normally didn't think of such things. Perhaps she could reason with him.
"Do you know how much you would be giving up, Devon? You'd be losing your entire childhood, all the experiences that you could have." Sure, she knew nothing of childhood. She had never been a child, she had simply been. But that didn't mean she didn't have a concept of it. She had seen enough kids grow up to know what it was somewhat like for them.
"I don't care," Devon protested. "I won't miss much. It.. I... I've seen dead people for as long as I can remember. My mommy got sad and died. My daddy... He's never around now and my other daddy and my aunt are so sad all the time. I just want to be able to help. That's all. So I wanna be a grown up. That's my wish. And you have to do it, too. I know how this works." Sure, he was going based on what Disney had taught him, but that wasn't too far off the mark.
There had to be a way around this, a way to fulfill her obligation, her purpose, without doing something that was so ethically questionable. Jane pursed her lips, thinking it over for a moment before she finally sighed, resigned to the fate of doing this. "Okay. I'll make you a grown up. But I can't do it overnight." That was a lie. She could, but she wouldn't. "It's going to take a little bit of time. I'll have to do it somewhat gradually so that it doesn't.. have any adverse affects." And it still might. This was a wish she wasn't sure she'd be able to take back once granted.
"Give me a week. You want to age... about fifteen years, right? You're what? Six?" The little boy nodded. "So we're looking at roughly two years each day for the next seven days." She could do that. It'd be fine. She could make this happen. She was sure of it. Mostly. And so she floated over to the boy and offered her his hand so they could shake on it. "Wish granted," she added, then faded into smoke which was drawn back to the bottle.
Devon watched this all go down with a bit of a sigh parting his lips after. One week. One week and he could take care of his family, could make everything better. He pushed himself up to his feet, crossing over to grab the bottle from the floor, and then moved to put it back, climbing up the shelf once more. In a week, he'd be able to reach it without climbing. That thought made him smile.
"Lock the door back, Jack," Devon instructed as he slipped back out into the hallway. The spirit did as she was told and then followed him back down where he rejoined his sitter just in time to watch Ghost Adventures. Those guys were so silly!