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✨️Pretty ladies & handsome men ✨️
Finally got around to drawing everyone in their young adult years once again, oh how I've missed them 😭💞
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Pepa: You tolerate me.
Félix: I love you.
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Encantober day 2 - Siblings🚬🚬
It's the 50s, I know disney took away Pepa's 4 packs a day (her stupid brother Bruno always bumms a few smokes)
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two unrelated drawings nobody died, i just cant stop drawing them. they're t4t btw
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Missing her.
Late, but happy second anniversary of Encanto!
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more t4t pepafelix. picking baby names <3 she probably has like 5 more (including Alma)
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Pepa: I fucking hate café con leche
Pepa: Milk destroys the goddamn taste completely! People who love it belong to jail!
Isabela, carrying a cup of coffee with milk: ¡¿Disculpe?!
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Julieta: What are you looking for?
Pepa: My will to live.
Félix: *walks in*
Pepa: *smiles* Oh, there it is.
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Encantober 2023 Day 28: Moon
Nighttime was Julieta and Pepa’s favorite time of the day to have dates with their husbands, mainly because they had the chance to experience the moonlight together. They have not had a date night together in several years because they were so focused on raising their children. Once their children got a little bit older and were able to take care of themselves better, they decided to plan a double date night together with just the four of them, without having to think about the kids.
When the night came, they decided to have dinner together and go to the park just to soak in the moonlight. Since there was no one there after ten o’clock at night, they sat on the bench together just to stare in awe at the moon that was shining on them like their wedding rings that they still wore every day, even after twenty-five years of marriage.
“I’m still in awe about how that bright moon reminds me of your bright personality,” Felix pointed out.
Pepa snuggled up to her husband’s shoulder. “I could say the same thing about you, mi vida, but the moon could never compare to you.”
Felix and Pepa snuggled into each other’s shoulders as Julieta and Agustin held each other’s hands. “Do you feel the same way?” Agustin asked.
“Of course I do, mi vida; everything about the moon makes me think of you,” Julieta replied.
The two couples continued admiring the moon together until they each looked at each other's eyes and kissed each other. Even though they have been married for over twenty-five years, every kiss they ever shared felt like their first all over again. They never wanted to let go of each other’s lips, like they did when they were first married, and when they first started dating. Nothing like it ever compared.
Julieta and Pepa looked at each other, and then to their husbands. “Hey, Felix?” Pepa asked after a beat of silence.
“Si, Pepa?” Felix responded.
“Do you remember the last time we all did this together, not that long after we found out we were pregnant with Isabela and Dolores, and we thought it was going to be the last time we would ever do this?”
“I remember that. We thought that after the girls were born, we would not have any time to have another date night because the kids would take up most of our time.”
“I remember that too. I remember specifically when both of you hit your second trimester both of you were starting to feel the symptoms kick in and we agreed that a date night would have to wait until the girls were at least old enough to look after themselves and any of their younger siblings,” Agustin explained.
“Do you remember when we first did this not that long after you turned twenty and you were so nervous about it,” Julieta pointed out.
“I was, and I had to go to Felix’s house just to get myself hyped up.”
“It’s a good thing you did, because the date ended up being amazing for the both of us,” Felix pointed out.
“And us too,” Pepa added.
Both couples laughed about the first time they had their moonlight double date together and they laid on each other’s shoulders again. They never thought they would get to have this opportunity ever again. Now that their eldest children were older and able to look after themselves and the younger children, they felt like it was the best decision they ever made for each other. While everyday was magic being together, getting this alone time without the children hit much differently for all four of them.
“Do you think we could do this again sometime? I miss when we did this more often,” Julieta said.
“I would love to do it again, but wouldn’t Isabela, Dolores, and Luisa wonder why they’re babysitting so often?” Agustin asked.
“I don’t think they would. Besides, the three of them are at the age where they understand love a little bit better and why we’d be out together so often,” Pepa answered.
“Maybe we could plan on doing this once a month so they don’t have to stress out so much about babysitting super often,” Felix pointed out.
“That sounds like a better idea. We can get our date nights like we used to, and still have our time with the kids,” said Julieta.
“It’s starting to get late, do you think we should get going?” Agustin asked.
“I think we should, but we should admire the moon one more time before we go,” Felix responded.
Both couples looked at the moon one more time for another several minutes before getting up from the bench and beginning to walk through the park to get back home. The date brought back so many memories for the both of them of when they had their frequent late night dates. Looking at the moon was a memory in itself from when they were younger and filled with more energy. Now that they planned to do the date nights again, it was time to make more memories with each other and the moonlight.
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Encantober Day 15: Midnight
There was a knock on Julieta’s door. Although it was late, almost midnight, she was wide awake. Groaning, she got out of bed to open the door.
“You guys don’t have to knock, you can just come in,” she said, returning to her bed.
Bruno shrugged. “We didn’t want to catch you at a bad moment.”
“Changing,” Pepa clarified. “He means changing.”
“Thank you so much for clarifying, Pepi.” Bruno rolled his eyes at her.
“Anytime.” Pepa stuck out her tongue at him.
“Guys, can you stop arguing for ten minutes?” Julieta pleaded.
They both stared at her incredulously.
“Is this really how you want to start off our birthday?”
“No,” Pepa conceded, flopping on the bed next to her.
Bruno shook his head, sitting on the other side of Julieta. “How much time do we have left anyway?”
Julieta peered at the clock. It was a bit hard to make out in the low light. “Nine minutes.”
“Oh. So after ten minutes it won’t be the start of our birthday anymore and we can argue again.” Pepa grinned.
Julieta looked at her somberly. “You know how mamá gets on our birthday. You decide if you want to risk arguing.”
“She’s not even around right now,” Pepa grumbled, but didn’t resist.
Heaviness swept down, crushing them like an uncomfortable blanket. Their birthday wasn’t the joyous occasion it was for most people. Sure, it marked the anniversary of their birth and the founding of the town, but it was also the day they had lost their papá.
For them, the day was a whirlwind of emotions. The townspeople wanted to celebrate them, the miracle babies that had survived the attack, propping them up as a symbol of the bright future the town had. This got even worse after they’d been surprised with gifts on their fifth birthday. Suddenly, they were able to heal with food, change the weather, see the future. When the townspeople found out, they were whipped into an even bigger frenzy. Well, first they’d thought the gifts were curses from the devil and wanted to shun the children (those had been a rough few weeks), but once they realized that lightning wasn’t going to strike them all down (despite Pepa threatening it when she got mad), the celebrations grew even more enthusiastic.
They endured it politely, uncomfortable with the attention- especially Bruno, who was a wallflower on the best of days. It mellowed out a bit as the years went on, but it was always a wild and loud celebration. They might have grown to enjoy it, even though they didn’t have their papá around like all the other kids did, if they hadn’t been able to see mamá sitting in the corner.
Oh, she did her best to revel with the other partygoers. She would dance, and bring out the cake, and call for the party to continue. But when she thought no one was watching, she would retreat to a corner and fall apart. The last couple years, she had worn colors again, but before that, she was a dot of black in a sea of color.
They’d asked her why she always wore black, and she said it was to honor the memory of their papá. Incidentally, he had tragically passed away right on their birthday.
Knowing that kind of put a damper on the whole day.
The parties people threw for them were too much, but they couldn’t ask mamá to do anything, not when they knew what this day meant to her. So they began their own little tradition, celebrating together right at midnight. That was their real birthday celebration.
“Scoot over, you’re hogging the blankets,” Pepa complained, elbowing Bruno in the side.
“Seven more minutes, guys.”
They fell silent.
Bruno was the next one to speak. “So… we’re turning ten. Definitely not little kids anymore. It’s… exciting?”
Exciting wasn’t the right word for it. Daunting was more like it. If people had expected a lot of them before, the encanto miracle babies with magical gifts, it was probably about to get a whole lot worse.
“Yeah…” Julieta couldn’t really muster up the enthusiasm. “Maybe now mamá will let me use the stove without her having to supervise.”
“You do that anyway,” Pepa pointed out.
“Yeah, I said, let me, not that I wouldn’t do it otherwise.” She gasped. “Speaking of…” She got up and went to the little cabinet where she kept her healing supplies, pulling out a little cake.
Pepa’s eyes lit up and she squealed, clapping her hands happily. “You made cake!”
Julieta smiled. “I couldn’t let the occasion go unmarked, now could I?” She set the cake down on the bed between them and frowned. “Oh, I forgot the candles.”
The drawer of her nightstand rattled. Surprised, Julieta opened it to reveal three star-shaped candles; one in each of their colors.
“Casita to the rescue,” Pepa said, sticking the candles into the cake, but then paused. “How are we supposed to light them?”
Bruno pulled a box of matches out with a triumphant flourish. “Casita’s got us.”
“Excellent.” As the triplet most comfortable around fire, Julieta lit the candles.
They watched the flames flicker with wonder in their eyes.
“Two more minutes now.”
“Can’t we just blow them out early? I want cake,” Pepa whined.
“You can wait two more minutes. A big ten-year-old is able to wait two minutes for cake.” Julieta did her best imitation of their mamá when she scolded them.
Pepa hit her with a pillow, making the flames swoop. “I’m not ten yet though. I’m still nine.”
“Only for another minute.”
“A minute without cake.”
“Get ready.” Bruno leaned down in anticipation.
They watched the hands on the clock tick along, finally meeting at the top. Twelve echoing peals boomed out, signifying midnight and the arrival of their birthday.
The triplets puffed out their cheeks, blowing hard on the candles until the flames were fully extinguished. Apparently, Casita had been playing tricks on them, because the candles should not have been that hard to blow out.
“Happy birthday, guys,” Julieta wished her siblings as she began cutting the cake into three.
“You too,” Pepa responded around a mouthful of cake. “Mm, is that dulce de leche? You make the best cakes, hermana. Please do this every year.”
“Seconded.” Bruno waved around a crumb covered fork. “Don’t tell mamá, but I think it’s even better than her cakes.”
Julieta laughed. “Thanks, Bruno. I definitely won’t tell her that.”
In the morning, they’d have to wake up and greet their mamá, whose sadness they were too old not to notice anymore. They’d acknowledge the gnawing absence of their papá, made even worse on that special day than usual. Then they’d have to spend the day being whisked from celebration to celebration by people who didn’t really understand what they were celebrating and act like they were having the time of their lives.
But right now, at midnight, they could eat cake together on Julieta’s bed; free of any expectations.
It was the best present they could ask for.
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For the anon who asked for some Pepa
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Encantober 2023 Day 19: Clock
If you asked Felix and Agustin Madrigal what makes time drag on more than usual, they would answer whenever their wives were out of the house. Ever since they moved into the Madrigal household, keeping themselves entertained while the triplets were out helping the village was the biggest challenge they ever had. Even after they got married, the house was filled with nothing but boredom.
There was one day when their wives were both three months pregnant with their first children when time seemed to drag on longer than usual. Felix and Agustin lay down on the couch staring at the clock to watch the minute hand move slower and slower as the time dragged on.
“Hey, Felix?”
“Si, Agustin?”
“I can’t wait for our babies to be born so we don’t have to keep staring at the clock all day every day.”
“I feel the same way, Gus; at least when the babies are born, we’ll have something to do and they’ll allow us to be on our toes more often.”
“Well, we have six more months of waiting until then.”
The men groaned again and continued staring at the clock. It was eleven-fifty, which meant their wives were going to be home for lunch soon. That was enough for them to smile at the clock. They closed their eyes slowly before they drifted off for a nap.
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Several hours later, Agustin and Felix felt something slap them in the thigh and jumped up awake. They opened their eyes and noticed their wives looking down at them. They waited until their breathing relaxed and their heartbeat slowed down to say anything.
“Hola, Felix and Agustin, we were planning on waking you up at lunchtime, but we didn’t want to disrupt your nap,” Julieta said.
“Wait, we missed lunch?” Agustin asked.
“Si, you slept for the last four hours,” Pepa explained.
Agustin and Felix looked at the lock in front of them on Casita’s fireplace and noticed that it was almost four o’clock. They looked at each other, then looked at their wives when they noticed the time.
“Wow, time went faster than we realized,” Felix pointed out.
“Were you just sitting around watching the clock the entire time we were out?” Julieta asked.
“Yes, we’ve been doing it this entire time since we moved in with you. There’s no one in the house but us for most of the day. What are we supposed to do all day while you’re in the village helping everyone?” Agustin asked.
“I don’t know; what do you normally do when we’re gone?”
“Wait for you to get back.”
Julieta and Pepa sat on the couch and hugged their husbands. They laid their heads on their shoulders as they held their arms.
“Aww, mi amor, I wish you told us sooner about your boredom. We would have brought you with us to the village,” Pepa said.
“If you want us to be honest with you, we get pretty bored when we’re out in the village sometimes too. We sometimes meet each other in a middle ground during down time and talk about what has happened so far,” Julieta explained.
“If you want, you can come with us until the babies are born. Then at that point, you will be spending time with the babies,” Pepa added.
Agustin and Felix hugged their wives and smiled as Pepa created a rainbow above both couples. The temperature rose a few degrees at that moment, and they let each other go once they started to feel sweaty.
“Tomorrow, before you go into the village, do you promise you will take us with you after breakfast?” Felix asked.
“We promise, and during our breaks, we can meet under that tree we used to just hang out under when we were in high school,” Pepa replied.
Both couples hugged again as Julieta got up from the couch. “I’ll get started on dinner. You both must be starving since you skipped lunch. Do you want anything?”
“Si, do you still have some spare arepas for us?” Agustin asked.
“I should still have a couple of arepas left over from today.”
Julieta went into the kitchen to try and find her stash of arepas from the day. Pepa stayed with Felix and Agustin to talk some more with them.
“You really have been staring at the clock all day to wait for us every day we’re out to do chores?” she asked.
“Si, but now that I think about it, I don’t know why we were doing that in the first place. I don’t even know why we never thought of asking you to come with you in the first place,” Felix explained.
Julieta came out of the kitchen with a plate of four arepas. “I got two more for Pepa and me so we can all have a snack before I make dinner.” All four of them grabbed an arepa from the plate and took one bite out of it simultaneously. “Tomorrow, we’ll tell you when we leave for chores so you can come with us.”
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Encantober Day 12: Nerves
“Dolores?” Pepa knocked on the door. “Are you almost ready? Everyone’s waiting.”
Though she didn’t have Dolores’ superhuman hearing, Pepa could have sworn she heard her squeak.
“Almost, mamá. I’ll be ready in a couple minutes.”
Despite her claim, Pepa heard a suspicious lack of activity in the room. Normally someone scrambling to get ready would make some noise. But Dolores’ room was silent.
Pepa frowned. “Everyone is waiting. How about I come in and help you finish getting ready?”
“No, mamá, it’s fine, I-“
But Pepa had already opened the door. Her heart soared. Dolores was breathtaking. The dress, a creamy ivory, practically shone against her skin. Her beautiful curls were gathered in an updo, spilling over the sides to frame her face. Isabela had conjured up the loveliest flowers to decorate her mantilla, which was draped elegantly over her shoulders.
Pepa wiped the tear that had welled up in her eyes. “Dolores…you look absolutely beautiful.” She closed the door behind herself and walked around Dolores a few times, examining her. “The most beautiful bride I’ve ever seen.”
“Thanks.” Dolores’ reply lacked the enthusiasm Pepa was expecting from her on her wedding day.
Pepa took her hands and led her to the bed, sitting them both down. “What’s wrong, Lola?”
Dolores smiled, but the smile slipped off her face as she shrugged. “Nothing’s wrong. I’m getting married to the man of my dreams today. What could be wrong?”
“You tell me.” Pepa swept her hands out. “For someone marrying the man of her dreams, you don’t seem very happy about it.”
“I’m happy,” Dolores insisted, nodding her head and shaking some of her curls loose. “It’s just…”
“It’s just…” Pepa prompted.
“I can’t believe it’s happening, mamá. A year ago, I was miserable knowing Isabela would get to be with my dream guy. And now, here I am, marrying him. It’s just a lot to take in.”
Pepa smiled. When she and Mariano had first gotten together, Dolores had wanted to take things slow. But she was her mother’s daughter. Slow wasn’t in her nature. Once she knew she wanted something, she went for it. “I know, querida. It can be hard to believe how much everything changed in the past year.”
“It still doesn’t feel real, you know?” Dolores continued, smoothing down the front of her dress nervously. “Sometimes I wonder if I’ll wake up and realize it was all just a wonderful dream.”
Pepa squeezed Dolores’ hand sympathetically. It seemed like Dolores had inherited more than Pepa’s spirited nature. Apparently, she’d also inherited the worries that had plagued Pepa ever since she was young.
Oh, how she could relate! How many times had she wondered if Félix would wake up one day and realize he could do better than Pepa? That he wouldn’t want to spend the rest of his life with her? No matter how much everyone (and it really was an alarming number of people) insisted, Pepa’s worries weren’t assuaged until…well, she wasn’t sure if they were ever fully assuaged. He did everything he could to prove how much he wanted to be with her, but of course Pepa knew he wasn’t the problem. It was all in her head, but that didn’t make it any easier to deal with.
“It’s not a dream, mi amor,” Pepa spoke softly, drawing designs on Dolores’ hand in the same soothing way Félix would do to her. “It’s real. You’re getting married, today, to the man of your dreams. It’s happening, and no one can take that away from you.”
“No one can take that away from me,” Dolores repeated, her voice hushed. Her eyes widened with awe.
“I know it was hard to see Isabela getting to live out your fantasy. But that’s behind us now.” Pepa rubbed the side of Dolores’ hand rhythmically with her thumb. She tried to put as much conviction in her words as possible. “You get to have this happiness.”
“I do.” Dolores gazed towards the door dreamily.
“Let yourself be happy. You deserve it.” Pepa brushed an errant curl out of Dolores’ face.
Dolores hugged her gingerly, as not to ruin the delicate ruffles on the dress. “Thanks, mamá. Sorry I kept everyone waiting so long.”
Pepa waved dismissively. “Oh, let them wait. Today is your day.” Her eyes sparkled.
“Mamá!” Dolores exclaimed, surprised.
Pepa stood and extended a hand to Dolores, helping her up. “It’s important that you feel good before getting married. Trust me.” All too vividly she remembered the disastrous consequences of not getting her own nerves taken care of on her wedding day.
Dolores laughed, a soft tinkling sound. “I can’t make hurricanes, mamá.”
“Still.” Pepa faced her. “We don’t want any hurricanes in here either.” She placed a hand over Dolores’ heart.
Dolores rolled her eyes good-naturedly. “No hurricanes here,” she promised.
“Good.” Pepa fixed Dolores’ hair, which had become somewhat disheveled from all the movement. “Are you ready now?”
Dolores gulped, but nodded confidently. “Yes.”
Pepa opened the door. “Then we have a wedding to get to.”
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Encantober Day 8: Question
Based off a wonderful fanart someone drew a while ago. I don't remember who the artist is and can't find the post, but all credit to them for the idea and thanks for the inspiration!
“What a day,” Pepa groaned, slinging her bag over her shoulder.
Julieta hummed her agreement. “At least it’s finally over.”
“Don’t forget, tomorrow we have a big test, so make sure you go over-“ The rest of their teacher’s instructions were drowned out in the overlapping chatter of their fellow students.
“Study what?” Julieta frowned. “I didn’t hear what she said.”
Meanwhile, Pepa looked horrorstricken. “We have a test tomorrow?” She squeaked as they were pushed out the door by the wave of students.
Julieta nodded. “Señora Sanchez mentioned it yesterday. Wait, were you not at school yesterday? Where were you?”
Pepa shifted the bag to her other shoulder. “I had crop duty.” She rolled her eyes. “If I’d only known we were having a test, it would have been way easier to make it rain.” She mimed crying, pulling her fingers down her cheeks.
Julieta studied her sympathetically. “I just wish we’d heard what was going to be on the test.” She let out an exasperated sigh. “I don’t have time to go over everything we learned since the last test. Especially since I have to make my afternoon rounds before dinner. Unless we figure out what’s on it, we’re done for.”
Pepa was scowling as Julieta talked, but her expression cleared when she was done. “It’s almost like…we need a way to see the future?” She suggested, eyes glinting deviously.
Julieta clapped her hands joyfully. “Oh, Pepa, you’re a genius!” She squeezed Pepa in a tight hug.
The church bells chimed the time.
Julieta yelped. “I have to go! Let’s meet up after dinner.” She ran down the road leading home.
After dinner, the two girls waited by Bruno’s room, hoping to ambush him. They hadn’t seen him at dinner, but that wasn’t so unusual. People needed help from their gifts at any time of day, including during meals and school. Mamá said it was their duty to be helpful and share the magical gifts they were given, because why else would they have them? So they missed some meals and days of school here and there. Helping the town was more important.
“Where is he?” Pepa hissed from her hiding place. “I thought he’d be back by now.”
Julieta shrugged. “I haven’t seen him all day.” Her brow furrowed in thought. “Wait…did you see him at school?”
“I don’t think so.” Pepa wracked her brain. “You were there yesterday; did you see him?”
Julieta shook her head, lips tightening in worry. “Come to think of it…I haven’t seen him at school since a couple days ago.”
Pepa winced. “That’s all the more reason to find him.” She gasped, eyes going wide. “You don’t think he…” Her eyes darted towards the door significantly.
Julieta covered her mouth but recovered quickly. “Only one way to find out.” She knocked on the door, quietly but decisively.
No one answered. The girls stood at the door waiting for so long, Julieta had raised her hand to knock again, when it flew open in their faces.
“Eh?” Bruno stood there, wearing a rumpled ruana. “What are you guys doing here?”
Julieta lowered her fist. “Bruno.” The relief was evident in her voice. “Do you have any idea what time it is?”
He rolled his eyes. “You sound like mamá.”
“Do you?” She persisted, voice growing shriller.
“Easy.” Bruno covered a long yawn with his hand. “No, I don’t know what time it is. I’ve kind of been sleeping.”
“Were you sleeping all day?” Pepa asked incredulously.
Bruno appeared taken aback. “All day? Is it night already?”
Julieta rested her forehead in her hand, letting out a long sigh. “Bruno…you missed school. You missed dinner. We haven’t seen you since yesterday. What happened?”
Bruno groaned. “You know how everyone’s been getting engaged lately?”
“Tell me about it,” Pepa huffed. “I’ve had no less than a dozen people ask me to make sure the weather was good on their wedding day. As if I’ll remember when it’s so far away!”
Julieta placed a hand on her shoulder gently. “Yes, we know.” She waved her hand, prompting him to continue talking.
“Well they’ve all been asking me for visions of how their marriages are going to turn out. Let me tell you, it is not easy trying to have that many visions on demand!” He crossed his arms, the gesture rumpling his ruana even more. “That’s why I’ve been sleeping so much. I’m exhausted!”
Julieta winced, exchanging a look with Pepa. “We’re sorry to hear that, Bruno.”
Bruno narrowed his eyes, scrutinizing them. “Why do I get the feeling you didn’t just come to check up on me?”
Pepa bounced from foot to foot, pressing her lips shut before bursting out, “Señora Sanchez said we’re having a test tomorrow, except neither of us know what’s on it because we’ve been missing school due to gift duty and we were hoping you could tell us what was going to be on the test?” The words tumbled out all at once until she ran out of breath.
Bruno scratched his head, confused. “How am I supposed to know? I haven’t even been at school all week!”
Pepa glared at him, letting out a disbelieving noise. “You…can see…the future.” She gritted out impatiently.
“Oh. Right.” Bruno rubbed his arm nervously. “Sorry, I just woke up.”
“Has your gift woken up yet?”
“What Pepa means,” Julieta cut in with a pointed look at Pepa, “is, do you feel up to having another vision? Don’t worry, this one isn’t as important. No disasters will happen if you can’t.”
“Speak for yourself,” Pepa muttered darkly. “Pretty sure mamá will have some disasters in store for me if I fail another math test.”
Bruno stepped aside, opening the door wider. “Seeing as I spent all day sleeping, I should be okay for something like this.”
He waited for Julieta to pass before adding to Pepa out of the corner of his mouth, “Besides, my butt is on the line here too. I don’t even know what we learned this week.”
Pepa snorted, following Julieta to a wide area in the middle of the room. “Is that…sand?” She eyed the small green pile distastefully.
“It helps me with my visions,” Bruno explained. “The visions end up- well, you’ll see.” He tidied up the sand into a neater pile and joined his sisters. “Okay, we have to hold hands.”
Skeptical, the two girls extended their hands to take his.
Bruno shifted their huddle so the sand was in the middle of them. “Now we have to ask for what we want to see. What was the question again?”
“What’s going to be on Señora Sanchez’s test tomorrow?” Pepa reminded him, raising her voice anxiously.
“Right.” He squeezed his eyes closed and repeated the question. “What’s going to be on Señora Sanchez’s test tomorrow?” He yelled, his voice hard to hear over the sudden rush of wind surrounding them.
The wind picked up the sand, swirling it around them.
Julieta and Pepa eyed it apprehensively. “What does that mean?”
Bruno’s eyes flew open, glowing green. “Uh…it looks like squiggles?” He offered.
“That’s not helpful!”
Slowly, the sand squiggles rearranged to form…
“Numbers. There’s definitely going to be numbers.”
“We knew that, Bruno; it’s a math test,” Julieta snapped. “But what lesson?”
A longer squiggle snaked around some of the numbers, forming a sideways upside-down capital L shape.
Bruno squinted. “It looks like-“
“Long division.” Julieta swallowed hard.
“Long division?” Pepa groaned. “I’m awful at long division. How am I going to learn it in time?”
“Don’t worry, you can look at my notes,” Julieta reassured her. She dropped her siblings’ hands. “Come on, we need to go study.”
The sand had crystallized into a glowing green plaque showing the topic of their math test. Bruno held it out towards his sisters. “Here, if you want it.”
“No need, I remember.” Julieta hugged him quickly. “Thanks, Bruno!”
“Yeah, thanks, Bruno,” Pepa echoed the sentiment.
“Good luck studying, guys.” Bruno walked them towards his door.
Julieta paused. “You’re not going to study?”
Bruno smacked his forehead. “I completely forgot I have to take this test too.”
“Ay, Bruno.” Julieta shook her head in mock disappointment. “It’s okay, I can share with you too.”
He exhaled in relief. “Thanks, Juli.”
“Come on, guys.” Pepa tugged their sleeves. “We’d better get started.”
It was going to be a long night.
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