Chapter 3.20 Bert’s Magic



What just happened? What ​just​ happened? What the PLUMBOB JUST HAPPENED?!?!?!?!

Did Mira seriously just put her head on my shoulder? Yes she did; I can faintly smell her perfume. The mixture of old books and peony is still lingering on my clothes. But, why would she do something so strange like that???

I tried to make sense of what had just taken place, but my brain could not compute. There is no scenario in any alternate universe in which Mira willingly puts her head on my beastly shoulder for comfort.



Mira’s actions had caught me so off guard that I didn’t know what to do. At that moment I panicked, left her home without saying anything, sprinted back to my house, then ran straight into my room and slammed the door before Bert could say anything.

I needed to be alone to try to sort everything out. I thought about what set off this chain of events that lead to such unfathomable behavior. And there is only one explanation that I could come up with. Mira must have been delusional with grief.

Yeah, that’s it. Grief makes you do strange, out of character, things. She was so overcome with sorrow that she wasn’t thinking straight. Mira was so upset about everything that is going on in her life, mixed with whatever concoction they brew at the café, and that is what lead to her irrational behavior.

That is all, nothing more.



I didn’t want to hear the snarky comments Bert would no doubtingly have said to me if I were to tell him the truth of what had actually taken place. Therefore, I lied and told him that Mira didn’t want to talk to me.

Whether he believed me or not, it was hard to tell. He asked me, “Well, you were gone for a while. Where did you go?” to which I responded, “I just went for a walk.”

I knew how Bert was going to react, and I already had my lies planned out ahead of time. I told him, “I took a walk to try to plan out my next move.”

“Well, then why did you run home so fast, and slam the door to your room?”

“I thought that I heard Alcander or one of his goons following me.”

After that Bert didn’t ask me any more questions, so I guess he was satisfied with my made up story.



Weeks turned into months, and I still had not heard from Mira. Most likely she was too embarrassed by her actions and was not sure how to face me. Not that I blamed her or anything like that. In fact, I too was avoiding her like the plague. I still went out with Ryker and the pack, but I avoided any small talk from Camilla. Which left me with no one to talk to except Bert. Playing air guitar and singing with Bert isn’t as much fun as it was once before. It was during this time that my mind started to wander, and I thought about my family that I left behind in Twinbrook.

During this whole time I have been in Moonlight Falls, I had been able put them out of my mind. Every memory of my sisters, Mom and Dad, Grandma Cindy, even Thor were locked up in a small corner of my mind that I had no intention of visiting. And it is not because I didn’t care about them anymore.

In fact it was the opposite: I did it because I care about them. I put my family out of my thoughts for their own protection. I didn’t want any repercussions to fall onto any of the people I care about. I wouldn’t be able to live with myself if what happened to me also happened to them. I have come to terms with the fact that this new beastly self is my penance for dating a psycho witch. And the more time that passes the more I have to accept that this is my fate now. But plumbob forbid if anything happens to my family.

Bert did his best to try and cheer me up by saying, “I am very proud of you. That shows great maturity on your part.”.

However, I don’t think that there is anything that will pull me out of this funk. Even when Bert also said that he had a surprise for me.



“Think about one of your family members.” he told me. “Any one of them. It doesn’t matter.”

The first name that came to mind was Autumn.

Bert continued his instructions, “Okay, once you think of a name say, ‘mirror show me that person’s name’, and say that person’s name.”

I didn’t understand what Bert was getting at, but I played along and said, “Mirror, show me my twin sister Autumn.”

No sooner than I had finished my sentence, Bert’s face faded into a dark green fog. What was replaced in the reflection blew my mind. It was Autumn. Clear as day. Right in front of me. She was in her room, having a silly pillow fight with Willow.



I couldn’t believe what I was seeing. My sisters right in front of me. It was almost like I was back in Twinbrook with them. I couldn’t believe how much time had passed since I had seen them. Willow is now a teen, and Autumn is a young adult.

Plumbob, have I really been gone this long? Have I been this beast for so long that I didn’t even remember my own birthday had passed?

More importantly though, I was overcome with joy at seeing their laughing, happy faces. It felt good to see my sisters again. I couldn’t hear what they were saying, but they were laughing and having a good time.

But quickly my joy was replaced with anger, that I immediately channeled toward Bert, when I realized, “you had this magic ability the whole time I have known you, and you wait until ​now ​ to share it with me. How could you?”

The sight of my sisters vanished, and Bert’s stupid ugly face returned.

Before he could say anything, I continued my verbal rampage. “You know how much I missed my family! How could you keep this from me?!?!?! And what about Alcander and his stupid vampire goons? I could see their every move, and prepare myself if they ever tried attacking me again!!!”



Bert has a lot of explaining to do, which he began by saying, “First off, my magic doesn’t work that way. You are only able to see the people that you care about and that love you in return. So, spying on the vampires is not an option. And secondly, do you remember how hard it was for me to get you out of the house before? What do you think would have happened if I had shown you this magic when I first met you? You would have done nothing but spend your days and nights staring at me like you were binge watching Breaking Bad. I revealed my magic now, because I was hoping that it would show you how mature you have become, and how much you have grown as a person, I mean a beast. And finally, if you spend all of your time focusing on the past, and what you cannot be a part of, then you will miss what is in front of you now. Watching your family isn’t going to bring you any closer to them. All you will ever be is a casual observer. So close, yet still so far. And that will only lead to more anger and frustration.”

Bert didn’t bother trying to conceal his worried expression. He waited for me to make what he thought was the right decision. He wanted me to give up on seeing my family. He wanted my to forget about his magic ability and instead go back to playing air guitar with him.

I looked Bert square in his stupid pale face and demanded, “Mirror, show me my sister Autumn!”