I just woke up and my brain isn't fully here.
Forgotten Friday #224 - Lea Ryoumine / 涼味音 レア
Who is Ryoumine Lea?
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Wherever she met someone new, though it was infrequently, Seraphim loved to tell them that she didn't actually exist. Her birth certificate and death certificate were signed on the same exact day.
Most people caught onto what she meant almost instantly. She was still very much alive... It was just that the government of The United States of America didn't know.
She was McKenzie Suarez, but Miss Constance, the woman running Miss Constance's Home for the Spontaneously Gifted, said that no self respecting witch would be named McKenzie. So, McKenzie became Seraphim. Seraphim didn't mind at all - she was very much a self respecting witch.
It started out wonderful for her - she couldn't imagine anything better! She lived with tons of kids just like her. They were born, and then the government was told that they had died. Miss Constance took them in and raised them up as self respecting witches.
She was the baby among all of the children - she was the youngest. It confused all of the other young witches. Throughout their childhoods, at least one new baby was brought in every year. But Seraphim was the last.
When the little witches were twelve, they were spirited away to somewhere that was actually never explained to Seraphim. Sometimes they'd visit after they left, but that started to become more and more infrequent. Seraphim noticed it was because Miss Constance was meaner and meaner as the years went on. Seraphim wasn't too hurt that no one visited her because of how mean Miss Constance was, but she did really miss her old housemates cooing over how tall she had gotten.
When she was ten, she was alone. Miss Constance kept to her room, doing what Seraphim assumed were just 'old people things'. Sometimes Seraphim imagined that Miss Constance teleported somewhere else during the day, but then she'd hear the raspy but bellowing coughing from across the house.
She couldn't complain too much. Before everyone left, they told her about the house elves that kept things running. Seraphim didn't believe them at first, though. She thought Miss Constance was just playing jokes.
Every morning, the children would wake up to a messy kitchen with flour poured out onto the counters. Little footprints would race through the piles, even if nothing prepared for the day included flour. The nicest older girl, Mable, would always tutt about how Mr. Elf was wasting flour. Seraphim did know that Miss Constance wasn't the kind of person to waste flour.
All of their food for the day would be nicely laid out. Miss Constance didn't believe in dinner time. Thankfully, the chest that held the food kept it the right temperature all day. The children usually ate sitting on their beds instead of at a table, but at least the food was warm and filling.
Seraphim started to believe in Mr. Elf the more she realized that Miss Constance didn't seem to like children. However, Seraphim was hard headed and didn't want to believe anything without proof.
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