Welcome to Wonderland - Finale Preview
Not So Bad After All
“You’re telling me that you actually went to the Dwarfs’ Mine in search of a replacement?”
“WHAT?!”
Whether or not he had meant to, Crowley was waiting for Ace, Deuce, Emery and Grim when they arrived back at the Mirror Chamber. The headmaster inspected the stone that they had gotten between his clawed fingers, almost astounded.
“I didn’t really think…” Crowley continued. “I never expected that you’d actually go. And I definitely didn’t expect you to come back with a crystal in hand.” He sighed, tucking the crystal away inside of pocket. “And here I spent all evening preparing expulsion paperwork…”
Grim let out a cry of frustration while the rest stared at the headmaster. “Are you serious?!” cried out the cat. “While we were fightin’ some crazy monster, you were gettin’ ready to expel us?!”
“Not you per se,” Crowley gestured between Ace and Deuce with his cane, “more so those two.” Hold on, only Ace and Deuce? Emery stood there. Was she getting worked up over nothing?! “Wait, monster?”
“Yeah,” said Ace, giving Emery’s shoulder a shove to snap her out of her stupor. “There was this big, nasty monster in the mines that nearly killed us!”
“I see…” Crowley’s eyes narrowed from behind his mask. “Could you explain in a bit more detail?” The kids exchanged a look with each other as Crowley swiftly left the hall. They followed after him, relaying their tale to the headmaster. How they came across the creature, fled, fought it and then had to fight it again. By the time they were done, they had arrived in what Emery assumed was Crowley’s office -- a large room with a desk and portraits of the Great Seven floating in the air.
“So, there was a mysterious monster living in the mines,” said Crowley once their story came to an end. “And the four of you worked together to destroy it, and then brought the crystal back to me?”
“That’s the basics of it, yeah,” said Emery.
“Well,” started Ace. “I wouldn’t say that we exactly ‘worked together’.”
“It was more like our goals were aligned…” Deuce added. Emery huffed. Were all boys like this, or was it just these two? Before she could ask that question, Crowley had startled the entire group by bursting into tears out of nowhere. What was this man…?!
“In all my years as headmaster…” he cried, “the day has finally come where the students of Night Raven College have joined hands to defeat a common foe!” That was what got him so worked up? Sure, from what Emery could tell so far a few of the students at Night Raven weren’t the most… cooperative, but was it so bad that he had to break into tears over it? Ace and Deuce, meanwhile, were having a minor crisis of their own.
“There was no hand holding!” said Deuce.
“There was definitely nothing like that!” Ace added simultaneously. Emery bit the tip of her tongue to keep herself from snickering. The fact that they were both so adamantly denying something so small and simple was amusing.
Crowley sniffed, seeming to finally have calmed down now. “I am moved beyond words. This incident only proves that my hopes were justified,” he said. Emery raised a brow. What hopes? “Without a doubt, you have quite the talent as a beast tamer.”
“A beast tamer?” Emery repeated. Where did Crowley even get that from their story? If anything, she rallied the boys together like she was some kind of boy tamer instead. Crowley nodded and continued.
“My students are all budding mages that have all been selected by the Dark Mirror for their exceptional talent and potential. But due to their exceptional talent, they become prideful, self-centered and egotistical. Most are self-reliant and never even consider cooperating with others.” Yeah… Looking over at Ace in particular, it wasn’t hard to believe that was true.
“You make it sound like it’s a bad thing,” said Grim.
Emery threw him a look. “Grim.”
“What?!”
Crowley cleared his throat, catching their attention and getting the conversation back on track. “But, for Emery who can use no magic… in spite of that — or perhaps because of that — you were able to convince those who can use magic to work together to achieve a common goal. Such a mediocre, run-of-the-mill human like you may be exactly what the school needs.”
“He’s not saying anything nice, is he?” Ace remarked under his breath. Emery shook her head. It definitely didn’t sound like it. Where was Crowley even going with this?
“Emery… I’m convinced that people like you are necessary for this school’s future. Perhaps it wasn’t an accident that you were brought here after all.” Maybe that was true. But if that was true, then why didn’t she have her memory? It didn’t make sense. “Trappola, Spade! I’m revoking your pending expulsions. Furthermore, Emery… I’m granting you the full qualifications needed to attend Night Raven College!”
The finale will be up on Ao3 on June 26th!
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”I talked to Southgate yesterday.”
The sun is not yet up; Jamie is dutifully stretching his legs in the cold yellow of a streetlight when Roy suddenly speaks. It’s the first thing he’s said all morning, except for gruff commands of run and ten more and fucking higher, Tartt.
“Yeah?” Switching legs to work on his other calf, Jamie tries for a casual tone, fails, and doesn’t much care. “What about?”
Roy gives him a look: the fuck do you think? There’s no heat in it, though. Rarely is these days, and that thought is a glowing ember in Jamie’s chest, equal parts joy and amazement.
For a moment, Roy doesn’t say anything else. Jamie completes his stretches and straightens. Waits, with heart hammering hard, hard beneath his hoodie.
“He got in touch two years ago,” Roy finally offers, seemingly adressing the streetlight. “Before the Euros. Asked about you, what sort of player you were.” He glances at Jamie then, face carefully blank. “I told him the truth.”
That… hurts, unexpectedly. Not because Jamie is surprised, really, or because it is unfair, because he isn’t and it’s not, but still. It stings, though not as bad as it had back then, and for different reasons.
He wants to make a joke, say something glib to chase the taste of resigned dismay and shame away: he opens his mouth; closes it again. Looks away from Roy and is grateful that the other man seems content to leave it at that rather than going into the details of just what he’d told Southgate. Fair or not, Jamie thinks he can do without hearing it. He can imagine it well enough.
Roy is studying him, like he’s expecting Jamie to protest or complain. It feels a little bit like a test, maybe. Jamie remains quiet. Fiddles with his sleeves for something to do with his hands as the silence grows longer and the morning colder around him.
And perhaps it is a test after all, because after a moment Roy nods slowly before starting to talk again. “Anyway, yesterday I called him up to let him know that those things I said two years ago weren’t true anymore, and that I didn’t want any of that to be held against you now.”
Jamie’s eyes snap to Roy’s face and he opens his mouth to speak, but Roy holds his hand up, forestalling him. “Now, I have no idea what’s going to happen so I don’t want you getting your hopes up, but I’m telling you this because if he calls I want you to be prepared, because he’ll be asking about that stupid shit you pulled, what the fuck you thought you were doing, and I need you to be on your best fucking behaviour, okay? Don’t grovel, but none of that fucking cocky bravado or defensive bullshit either. You were a prick, you understand that now, and you’ve worked fucking hard at being better. Got it?”
Jamie nods, quickly, eagerly, because yeah, yeah, he can do that. Would probably be up for a bit of grovelling too, if it increased his chances of being called up. Fuck, he’ll say whatever he has to say, spill his whole fucking heart if need be to prove that he can be the best fucking—
Suddenly, he frowns. Roy notices and raises his eyebrows. “What?”
“Should I… “ Jamie pauses, uncertain. “Should I tell him, you know, about me dad? I mean, if he asks why I left City to do a TV show, what do I say?”
Roy considers that for a bit. It occurs to Jamie that Roy probably doesn’t actually know why Jamie ran out on City the way he did; Jamie certainly never told him, and he doubts Ted did either. But he can probably guess the rough shape of it anyway.
“Gareth’s a good man,” Roy offers at long last. “You want to tell him the truth, you tell him the truth, he won’t say a word. Don’t try to use it as an excuse though.”
“I won’t,” Jamie says with a small scowl and a flash of annoyance, because when has he ever?
Maybe Roy realizes as much, because his face softens into something almost apologetic. “I’m just saying, because I don’t want any of that old stuff getting in the way of you being called up now.“ He pauses, like he’s hesitating over whether to keep on talking or not. Settles for keep on talking, apparently, because he adds, without looking at Jamie, “You deserve it.”
Three words, and enough for the ember in his chest to roar into open flame. Jamie can feel the heat of it reach his face; gentle warmth in the February chill. “Thanks, Coach.”
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The call comes two days later. Taking it has Jamie running late for training and when he finally rushes into the dressing room Roy lays into him with enough venom to make the other players carefully back away from them. Still, Jamie can’t do a thing to quell the grin on his face.
“What the fuck are you smiling at?” Roy snaps.
“Southgate called.” He’s a little surprised to hear how dazed he sounds. Feels like he could fucking fly, but the words come out almost hushed.
Roy immediately stills. “And?”
He should savour it, perhaps, the triumph of this moment. Take a second to marvel at the sight of Roy – Roy fucking Kent – holding his breath as he waits for an answer, but he can’t, he can’t, it’s too big, to happy, too fucking good, and he can’t hold it in. “He’s calling me up.”
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