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When I saw his name on the roster, I was legit terrified. Another Walsh? I was worried he was going to tell my dad about where I was and things, so my dad could try to take me away from Moon. But he didn't. He's actually really mellow, compared to my dad. I'm grateful that he lets me have my space as an artist and as a person. He doesn't seem to treat me any different from the other kids in my class, which I'm really glad for. I feel like when he says he likes my art, he really means it. I just... I wonder if he's dealing with some stuff too. Seems like having a complicated past is family tradition for us Walsh's.
Mr. Walsh seems like he kinda expects a lot from me... I don't know if I like it, because like, he seems like he thinks I can do better than I've been doing, or like, if I feel bad because I don't think I actually can do better. So why would he expect me to do more when clearly I can't? Ugh... He gives me, like, weird vibes overall. But I guess he's mostly pretty chill. At least he doesn't assign much homework, but also he makes me work with Alex, like, wayyyy too much. Ugh. More conflicting feelings. Again. Cool. Great.
"I make it a point to avoid peering into the thoughts of my students... Though I would be lying if I said I haven't been tempted to in Miss Smith's case. She leaves me dumbfounded sometimes. Her art skills are comparable to those of a toddler and she struggles to recall even the most basic of art techniques no matter how many times I repeat them. However... She is dealing with a lot at the moment. Both at school and at home. Not to mention, she is also an unfortunate victim of the Council's ineptitude. That makes the two of us kindred spirits in a sense, not that she would know it. I do my best to look out for her where I can, as her teacher."
He knew. All this time, he knew. And yet, he never implicated his brother, and he never told them that I was still alive. On the one hand, I am grateful that he isn't doing more to get in my way. On the other, I wish he'd had our families throw Gwyn into prison a long, long time ago.
"I've peered into her thoughts once or twice since she has resurfaced. They are just as tumultuous as my brother's. Perhaps, in some ways, even more so. She would like to see my brother dead, and yet at the same time she still loves him dearly. She is torn between two realities and believes that the person she once was died completely in that landslide. From what I can see, Estrella is still a part of her. Moon is little more than a suit of armour. A mask, even."
"... She is loud. Very loud."
The man who freed me! I owe him my life... Or at least, my sanity, haha!
"Who? Does she buy my jackets too? Sorry... I think I'm losing track. People like my jackets."
We met once, at one of those D&D nights at that comic shop. He seems pretty chill. I asked him if his commissions were open, and he started ranting about how he had over twenty clients, all of whom had paid him, but he's spent all of their money on sweaters for his cats so he can't refund them... Did I say chill? I meant stressed. This guy seems stressed. But he doesn't seem like a bad dude. I'll ask him again some other time, I guess.
I can still sense magic somewhat, and so I knew instantly who he was. I was horrified. I had to take off class the day I met him. But after that, I... When I saw him next, I was still worried he was as bad as his dad. But he isn't. He's actually really nice. And he has some killer outfits that he designs himself. They look ripped right from a fantasy setting. I'm... I'm glad we get to be friends. It would've been such a waste if he'd been a villain too.
"Than is an awesome artist. He was really nervous of me at first, and I wasn't sure why. Eventually... It became kind of obvious. I think we're friends now, though. We message each other a lot because we have similar interests. I definitely have to collab with him at some point. His painting skills and my design skills combined could make for a killer outfit collection."
"My buddy! He's basically like my baby-sitter, but I don't mind because he's pretty neat. Kinda sucks that he's... All brainwashed. I know I used to do that to people too, but it was different. Plus, I don't do it anymore. It's kind of a bummer..."
Alexander is far kinder than his father. He is young and rather inept still, but he treats me with a kindness and respect that I did not believe I deserved anymore. I do not know if he understands the depth of the spell his father has placed upon me, but he is typically rather understanding of the... quirks it places upon me. I only hope he can retain and nurture his kind spirit, before he turns out like his father.
She is a stellar scientist, and she's one of the few people who I feel actually understands me and why I do what I do now. But then again, it was her own fault that her husband met the fate that he did... Both times. Ah, well. I can only hope she's learned her lesson now. I'd hate to see what might happen the next time she steps out of line... No, actually, I'd love to see it.
"I would very much like to kill my boss. No, no... Kill is too harsh. I'm hardly that sort of person. No... Perhaps I should turn him into a frog and put him in a shoe box or something. The point is, he's not very nice."
I don't know who she is, but I feel such a strong connection to her. But that's dumb, right? Or creepy? I swear I've never seen her before, but she's simultaneously enchanting and terrifying. But... When we hugged, her touch was so wonderful, sweet, and... familiar. I'm so confused every time I look at her. I'm so scared, but I can't bring myself to make her leave.
"I know he doesn't remember me anymore, but I could never forget him. Kenneth will not get away with trying to tear us apart. I don't care what the risks may be, I'm going to help Whitty get his memories back. We'll take down Kenneth together."
Business competitor? We don't even sell the same thing! I sell food and drinks, and he sells comics. If anything, I view him as a good neighbor. He seems to keep to himself, and he certainly likes to sleep... Honestly, after a long day, same.
"See, he should have seen that coming. That's what happens when you get too close to Kenneth. Makes a killer coffee, though. Seems the sheep... thing hasn't really effected his ability to run a mean cafe. But, he is technically my business rival so... I guess that's annoying. I don't really mind healthy competition, as long as the kids aren't coming in to play D&D with a full course meal from his cafe laid out on my tables."
My dad. I never wanted to disappoint him like this, but I guess... It's better to be called a disappointment than to never be acknowledged at all?