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Self-Expression- Monday- 4th period

Class was in the Danger Shop today, which was done up to look like a small gym. Kitty had figured that there would be more than enough room, plus anyone who had to deal with small children could take them off to the side if there were any problems.

With her was Lexi, who looked really pretty excited about being in class. "Hey, everyone," Kitty said. "Once again the usual plan got thrown out because of Fandom, but that's okay. For anyone new in here, I'm Kitty and this is Lexi, and today we're going to work on self-expression through a dance party. Yes, you have to. Don't be shy, we're here to have fun today."

And then she hit play on the totally safe, kid-friendly pop music and you all were just going to have to deal with it.

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"We'll see," she said, eyeing him. "I think it's far more likely that I'll end up in another dress that makes me look foolish and hiding in another corner. Or by the food table, since it sounds like there was better company over there, this past time."

Will blushed a little again and hid a laugh by looking down at his feet.

"I doubt you looked foolish," he told her with a shake of his head. "I mean, you're pretty. You know that, right?"

Celia was kind of staring with her mouth slightly open, at that. So...no, not so pretty at the moment.

She caught herself quickly, though. "Um. No. I mean, no one...tells me that. Ever. Thank you." And here she'd thought she'd hit her capacity for blushing already.

"You're welcome," he said, laughing quietly. "Sorry to make you -- "

Well, blush. He laughed again.

"Sorry."

"Stop apologizing," Celia said, still flushed but smiling, at least. "It's nice to hear, is all. And rare. You're -- well. The boy equivalent of 'pretty,' I suppose. Handsome. You know that, right?"

"I'm not but thank you for being nice," he said, shaking his head. "Maybe I'll grow into...myself."

That made no sense. Well, maybe a little sense.

"Oh, come on now. It's my opinion, so it's as true as I say it is," Celia argued lightly. "You don't need to grow into anything. I think you're -- you're nice as is."

Eloquent.

"Well. Thank you," he said, resisting the urge to argue that. "We'll see how you feel if the whole dancing thing ever happens and I step on your feet and cause pain."

"We'll see if that even happens," Celia replied, raising a brow at him. "The foot-stepping, I mean. I've been warned for it now so I feel quite well prepared to protect my toes. Maybe I'll invest in armor-plated shoes."

"Hey, you have to get me to dance before any foot stepping happens," Will pointed out. "And I'm really not sure that'll happen."

Because he thought himself uncoordinated in certain situations.

"Fair point," Celia mused. "My toes will remain safe if you continue to refuse to dance. Though I admit I'll take it as a slight if I ask you and you say no."

She was mostly teasing. There was very little chance of her ever asking anyone to dance.

"If you asked, I probably wouldn't say no," Will admitted, cheeks pinking up. Again.

Celia smiled, finding blushing much more charming in others than in herself. "I'll keep that in mind for the next dance," she replied. "If I don't hide in my dorm room during it, that is."

"I probably wouldn't blame you, if you did that," he said, chuckling. "I thought about doing that for the last dance but I dunno."

He shrugged. "I would have gotten bored, I think. I'll look for you at the next dance."

"That's what brought me out," Celia admitted. "Boredom, mostly. And then due to further boredom, I got carried away modifying my dress and I felt like an idiot. It was...short."

It wasn't that short. It was short for like, the 1950s.

"Made my very reluctant dancing easier, though."

"I'm really sorry I missed your dress," Will said with a little smile. "I bet you looked beautiful."

Well, he thought she was pretty already and dresses just brought that out more in girls, he'd learned.

"Next time," he said, nodding.

"I don't know about that," Celia said, feeling her cheeks go hot again. "It was very...pink. For Valentine's Day." Thanks for that insight, Celia. "I just modified something I already own. Benefit of being magical."

She slanted a look at him. "Did you wear a suit?" The few boys in suits that she'd seen had been very sharp, she'd thought. Much less stuffy than what a formal event might call for back home.

"I wore a suit, yeah," he said, nodding. "Well, maybe the suit wore me. It was a suit from...my dad and it didn't fit all that well but I managed to get my tie tied and didn't trip over the pants so."

Success.

"Were you worried about tripping over your pants?" Celia started to wonder, but she was interrupted by a little voice.

"You're not dancing!" Margaret accused, bouncing over to them. She eyed Will. "Hello."

"I'm trying?" Will asked, wincing. "I'm not a great dancer. Hello."

He figured (hoped) this was Celia's kid since he didn't know why any other child might wander over to him and start talking unless he'd been talking to someone familiar.

"Margaret, this is Will, Will, this is my...daughter, Margaret." She paused, narrowing her eyes. "Margaret, Will isn't your father, right?"

"No, Daddy is," Margaret assured her, still dancing. "You're all red."

"I'm sure I am," Celia said, glancing at Will. "Sorry. She won't give me a real answer so I thought it wouldn't hurt to check what she says against any male friends of mine we might encounter."

Will laughed a little nervously and rubbed the back of his neck. He hadn't expected her to ask that question and he'd gotten a little nervous that the answer might be yes.

Nervous only because he had no idea how he'd deal with any sort of child, alternate universe or not.

"It's okay," he said, waving that away. "Better to check then not check and realize that the father of your...child was here all along."

So weird to say.

"I'm still not convinced she's mine," Celia said quietly as Margaret reached for one of her hands to swing it. "She just...looks like me. And is magical. And calls me Mama. I suppose that's all very compelling evidence, isn't it?"

Damn it.

"Unless she's a really good actress," Will said, glancing down at the little girl. "She does look like you though. And, from what I've seen, it's really hard to fake the kind of attachment she seems to have."

"Maybe. Bowens are amazing liars," Celia said thoughtfully, letting the child swing her arm. "But I think you're right. It's frustrating not knowing who her father is, though. And apparently I look different in her world, too." She glanced over at him. "I envy you being skipped for this so much."

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