Calypso and Her Speciality ~ Whats This?

Love Shines in Darkness

Calypso discovers that she is inclined to see soulmates. Should these soulmates not be together 3 years after she has last seen them, it will become apparent once more.

Calypso and Isobella had always been the best of friends, for as long as either of them could remember. With both girls belonging to what could be considered aristocratic families, their parents ran in many of the same circles. On top of that, they lived in the same wizard dominated village, Calypso's modest house was a mere ten-minute walk from the front gates of the Hawthorne Estate (where Isobella resided). This ensured that the girls would grow up together, almost as if they were actually sisters.

"Come along, girls," Isobella's mother called to the two five-year-olds, pulling them close to her side within the front parlor's fireplace calling out Diagon Alley and quickly stepping out into a busy shop, both girl's hands in hers. The girls loved trips to Diagon Alley. Sure, they had grown up with plenty of magic surrounding them constantly, but nothing compared to the crowded alley with its bright shops and various sounds and smells.

"Stay by my side," the woman remarked sternly before releasing their hands and picking up a book from the display, flipping it over to look it over. The girls shared a mischievous glance behind her before darting in opposite directions around the display and up separate aisles. The woman quickly set the book back, running after Calypso, knowing that if she got the ringleader her own daughter would be more inclined to return. She quickly caught Calypso and fortunately Isobella had not made it very far at all.

Isobella had never seen such a large family in her life, and it was extremely clear that this was all one family, sharing bright firey locks and a raggedy, home-made and handy down attire. Upon colliding with one of the younger boys, she was left in awe as she stared up at them from her place on the floor. "There are so many of you," the girl breathed out, causing a laugh to escape the oldest two boys.

"Isobella!" Her mother huffed, pulling her up off the floor, "I am so sorry, this two certainly like to test my ability to be in more than one place at the same time." She remarked to the mother of the large crowd as she dusted off her daughter's dress.

"Oh, it is not a problem at all. I have my twins here who give me much the same struggle." The woman smiled kindly patting two of the boys on the head, one of which had been the boy with whom Isobella had collided with. "They appear to be about the same age as well.

Isobella gave her mother a look to let her know that she had been patted enough, leaving her mother to look up at the woman who had been speaking, "Oh, yes. The girls are five and your twins?"

"Five as well." The woman laughed, "Quite a handful they are at this age."

"Indeed." Her mother mused, staring down at the two, "I apologize once more, but I must be off, many things to do and only so many hours." 

Isobella turned to the boy she had run into and shrugged, "Sorry I ran into you."

"Sorry you fell down." The boy shrugged.

Calypso's eyes trailed over the large family before settling on to her friend and the twin of the boy she had collided with when suddenly they were all she could see. Surrounded in blackness with a fiery glow intermingling around the two. 

"Calypso, Dear." Isobella's mom shook her, trying to get her to move along, but the girl seemed to be in a daze of sorts, focused intently on Isobella. After a few seconds, Calypso seemed to snap out of it, looking up at the woman and nodding, shocked and confused about what had just happened.

This would be something that she would continue to experience periodically, each time only the color differed and each time she merely shrugged it off.

The girls giggled as they settled into the fireplace, even more giddy for this particular visit to Diagon Alley. This time, they would be shopping for school. Upon exiting out of a shop and onto the street the girls shared a look before taking off towards Ollivander's, finally, they would be getting their wands. It seemed, though, that Isobella would once again collide with a fiery-haired twin, this time knocking both to the ground. 

She jumped up quickly, apologizing profusely as she offered a hand to the boy. Calypso burst into laughter before jogging back towards her friend, only to stop once more when the strange sensation from six years previous occurred. She quickly shook it off before stepping up to Isobella's side and grabbing her arm.

"He gets it, you're sorry. He's fine." She smirked at her friend, "You are okay, aren't you?" She asked the boy, raising an eyebrow.

"I can assure you that I am fine." He smiled kind-heartedly at the girls, rubbing the back of his neck.

"Isobella! Calypso!" Calypso's mother called, waving the two girls back over to the adults.

The two girls turned to the boy, sharing a quick goodbye before running off.

Later that night, Calypso found herself sitting on the ground in front of her grandmother who was playing about with her wild curls, "Grandmother."

"Yes, My Sweet?"

"Something strange happened today. Well, it wasn't the first time today. It has happened a few times. But, today was the second time that it has happened with this particular person."

"And what would that be, Dear?" Her grandmother hummed, continuing with her lithe fingers.

"Isobella ran into this boy and suddenly they were surrounded by blackness. I couldn't see anything but a fiery light that flowed around them. What was that?" She pulled away from her grandmother's fingers, turning to look at her directly.

Her grandmother let her hands fall to her lap as she stared at her granddaughter, "That....that is strange indeed."

Calypso looked down at the carpet, "Am I a freak?" She asked quietly, the usually confident girl showing an insecure and self-doubting side.

"Of course not, Calypso. You are anything but. You are special and gifted in ways that others could only ever dream of." Her grandmother lifted her head so that she could meet her eyes, "You are a seer, my Dear."

"A seer? Like, people who see the future?" She asked in confusion, "That didn't seem like the future..."

"There are many kinds of seers. Those that see tragedy, those that see major events, those that see love...," Her grandmother trailed off, putting emphasis on the word love.

"Love? Is that what I was seeing?" Calypso's eyes widened, "Isobella is far too young for that! We don't even know his name!"

"What you were seeing is soulmates, Dear," Her grandmother laughed, "that does not mean that they must get together now." Her grandmother's laughter trailed off, a more serious expression taking form.

"You must not tell people about this, Calypso. While seers tend to specialize, if times are tough enough, they may see other things. The world can be very dangerous for special people like you." She caressed the young girls face, "But you should never be ashamed of your gift if anything it will serve as a reminder that there are good things to look forward to in the world."

That night, Calypso lay in bed, thinking back on all the moments she had seen these visions and wondering just how many had found each other again.