Part five is done!
I just realized that I remember literally nothing about Harry Potter and the spells and lore and pretty much everything about it, so I now have two options.
A) Discontinue this series and just write some other Sokeefe oneshots.
B) Completely demolish the plot of this oneshot series in a very sloppy, horribly written way and instead just give you fluffy wizard Sokeefe.
Please tell me what I should do, I'm stuck. ;-;
Sorry this one was so short, I honestly didn't know what to put for this part...
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✩Sophie's POV✩
I followed Keefe into the library as he dragged me by the hand behind an old wooden bookshelf. She quickly grabbed a huge purple book and dropped it on the table with a thud.
"What are we doing?" I whispered as Keefe hastily skimmed through the pages until he stopped at one page with a picture of a wizard holding a glowing ball of white light of their head.
"I'm trying to figure out what you just did," Keefe muttered to me as he traced his fingernail down the page while he read. I slumped into my chair and sighed with disappointment, realizing that I couldn't just go to class and ignore this whole thing.
I looked around the dark room lit only by a dim candle on the table. I turned to Keefe, raising my eyebrows at him.
"Let me guess, we're not supposed to be here?" I asked him. But he was too busy clutching his temples and muttering something worrying under his breath. He was snapped out of his worrisome trance by a voice in the room.
"Who's there?"
Keefe's face turned as pale as the moon, before he grabbed my hand and pulled me under the table and motioning for me to follow him. We crawled to the bookshelves and waited until footsteps slowly paced out of the room.
Keefe burst into laughter, slapping his knee as he fell to the ground. I glared at him with annoyance, but he continued to roll on the floor and wheeze with amusement.
"What's so funny?" I retorted at him suspiciously. Keefe calmed down and looked at me with tears of laughter in his ice blue eyes.
"I don't know," he admitted. We stared and each other and blinked, before we both laughed with each other for what felt like hours.
"Let's go," he said to me. I nodded, following him out of the restricted library and into the halls.
"Where should we go?" I asked him. He grinned at me confidently.
"To the forest, of course. I have someone I'd like you to meet."
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Keefe stood in the center of a sunny clearing surrounded by tall pine trees. His golden blonde hair was lit up by the beaming sunlight gilding everything it saw with its light.
"Who did you want me to meet?" I asked him curiously. He grinned at me again.
"You'll see," Keefe beamed, clapping his hands twice. "SILVENY!"
For a moment, nothing happened. But then a shadow darkened Keefe and I, hiding us from the bright sun, and above us a majestic winged horse landed down in front of me.
The alicorn had warm brown eyes with golden flecks and a silky silver mane that sparkled against the sun. Her wings were strong and large and elegant.
"This is Silveny," Keefe introduced. "One of my first friends here at Foxfire." He grinned at the neighing alicorn, obviously excited to see her friend. She turned to me, looking at me curiously.
"This is Sophie," Keefe said to the alicorn in a sweet, soft voice. Silveny neighed.
I slowly took out my hand, stretching it to the alicorn's nose. She looked at it and sniffed it before extending her tongue and coating it with saliva.
"Yay, she likes you!" Keefe squealed as I attempted to dry my wet, gross, spit-drenched hand.
"Yay?" I said, although it sounded a lot more like a question. Keefe ignored my tone, though.
"Want to ride her?" he asked me. I quickly shook my head no.
"Aww man, you're no fun," he whined. "Fine, more space more me."
"Do you have a harness or saddle or something?" I asked him. Keefe shrugged.
"How are you not dead?"
Keefe shrugged again. "Better than not ever riding an alicorn."