The door was open and clothing was strewn on the floor. The bed was unmade and the kitchen looked like it had been abandoned as someone was in the middle of making pancakes. Pictures of Sophie and another boy were all around the room. Keefe walked deeper into the room. A window facing the school courtyard was swinging open.

On the window was a note.

On the note was five words. Each written in delicate but rushed handwriting.

Strange Memories

Twelve

Fox-Fire Clearing

Sophie was asking to meet him.

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It definitely wasn't easy to pretend that he knew something that Fitz didn't, and it was pretty obvious Fitz was suspicious. Keefe had made sure that he confiscated the note so that Fitz wouldn't be able to track them down. On the way back to his and Fitz's shared dorm he couldn't shake the smile from his face. 

Sophie was asking to meet him, him. 

Yes, he had just met her, and yes, he shouldn't be so excited about her, but there was something about her that was so...

Intriguing? 

Mystical?

Magical?

Beautifying?

Curing?

Healing?

Perfect?

Perfect.  

She was perfect and forever and constant and... there. She was actually herself. Standing or sitting beside him it was really Sophie, not a mask that was beside Keefe. She wasn't another cheap, plastic, girl who cared about her looks. She was pure. 

And perfect. 

Truly really perfect.

Somehow he knew. 

So he was going to help her. No matter WHAT it took, he was going to do his best. His resolve hardened, he was surely already going to meet her, but now he was going with a purpose other than trying to make himself look good for Sophie, no. Now, he was going to help a friend, because Fitz obviously wasn't a real friend. 

Sorry, it's REALLY short. I just wanted to post something! :)