Whatever Remains, T. Richardosn [brene brown rising strong TXT] 📗

English accent that I adored greatly. I waved to him uncomfortably. “Glytherin what happened here? You threw a party? It doesn’t really seem much like you, you know?”
Glytherin shook his head. “Someone broke in again and took a lot of my stuff with them.”
“The usual,” he replied. “Everyone’s waiting for you in the van, you might want to come.”
“Is Lindsay in there?” Glytherin asked.
Rigor sent him a twisted face. “Who the heck’s Lindsay?”
Glytherin ignored him. “My fiancé, Ophelia wasn’t her real name.” Glytherin looked ashamed.
“You’ve been thinking she was someone else? Why would she want to change her name?”
Glytherin began clipping some bags along with him ignoring Rigor. “Is she there or not?” he asked. Rigor shook his head. Glytherin began to exit the room with some of the suit cases as rigor held onto the rest. Glytherin gestured me with him. I followed them both downstairs. I would’ve offered my help but something seemed off.
He went through the front door where Rigor loaded his things up. Before Glytherin left, he looked at me, this time he really looked

at me, deeply. It kind of scared me. I felt like he was looking into all of my terrible imperfections, like the unattractive look I got when I cried, or the way my feet just couldn’t stay still when I was in these positions.
“Don’t throw any parties,” he said. My eyes widened along with my jaw dropping.
After waiting for such a meaningful statement, I get, ‘Don’t throw any parties’? I thought he said we were friends, now he’s acting like I’m his maid that’s taking care of the house for him over the weekend. I crossed my arms now. I hope he couldn’t see through me, my anger, my disappointment, my urge to run away and go back no matter how much my step-mother would be mad at me.
My glowing.

Rigor though was the only one to notice. He came forward to me now. He touched my shoulder. “Is everything okay Orphelia?” he asked. I nodded closing my eyes and then opening them again. I swallowed hard. I went back the other direction and then Rigor pulled me back. Glytherin was already in the van looking straight forward. Rigor closed the door a moment. He never seemed so serious. How old was he? Twenty-five probably at the youngest.
“What’s going on?” he asked. “He told me that he was planning to take you here, me and Glytherin are the good friends I got to say, but do you want to be here? Is wherever you came from really that much better?”
I shook my head. “It’s a terrible place filled with terrible people and unbelievable liars, I love it here, I’m fine.”
Rigor shook his head. “No you aren’t” he objected.
“Yes I am.”
“No you’re not.”
“Yes I’m fine.”
“You can’t be, you’re glowing and pouting.”
I stood silent for a moment. “No I’m not fine!” I yelled. “I don’t want to be alone. Being alone is very complicated and Glytherin’s treating me like some housemother! It’ll be terrible, and plus, he’s treating me like he’s my father! Two in one deal!”
Rigor looked down still hooking onto my shoulder. “He’s only acting like that---”
“Because he’s busy,” I said completing his sentence. “I know, I shouldn’t be like this. I’ve been busy before, everyone has.”
Rigor shook his head. “He’s only acting like that,” he began and then a short pause, “because he’s afraid you’ll see through him. It’s what some people do, and I know exactly what he’s doing here. Trust me. I’ve done this to so many people. I don’t know what he’s hiding from you, but he’ll tell you later on. He also wanted me to tell you that foods in the kitchen and you can sleep wherever you want.”
There he goes again, treating me like that.
“Great,” I said. “Remind him that I’m not retarded.” Rigor nodded and went off. He headed into the huge van and I looked through the window. It seemed that Rigor was telling him and Glytherin nodded. I was disgusted by this.
Could Glytherin ever be not serious? The thing was, Glytherin wasn’t hiding anything, this was how he was, even though he never acted this way before. What if he was

hiding something?
I went back up to his room and sat on his bed. I looked around to the now emptiness. It was so silent and I could still hear the foreign puffballs rolling around. One of them went through the door rapidly and tipped over a night stand where Glytherin stuffed his, “Personal,” stuff. The papers went flying out of it and as I tried to put them back in, I noticed many familiar ones. There was a planner that was calling out my name, it was written all inside of it. When I opened it, I realized it wasn’t much of a planner, and not a diary, but more of a writing of things that was on his mind or that needed to just be put on paper. When I read it, I was disappointed.

It’s killing me that Orphelia is here,
I wish I’d never found her. She is pleasant and all but with everyone around, and the way she acts-she just messes up everything. I’m getting married in twenty-nine days. How do I keep myself from regretting this? With Orphelia here, it’s hard to focus on anything…

I picked up the rest of his things and I put it in the drawer, yes, it hurt to see this but even though no one was here, I kept myself smiling so I wouldn’t feel embarrassed. So I wouldn’t feel embarrassed feeling this way. He obviously hated me, but this wasn’t something to hide, I practically already knew it. I forgot about what he looked like completely now. I pictured him as an angry old man taking in a little girl like me and treating me as the slave. He hadn’t asked me to clean for him though. I just felt this way.


Glytherin headed up the hall of the castle. He looked up and down the stair cases figuring which way to go. He had suitcases in his hand and felt a slither up his spine. Something about this place and meeting his fiancé killed him. He didn’t want to be married to this witch, or whatever rhymed with that. He didn’t even want to be here. He wanted to stay home and watch TV and go to a regular school like all of his stupid friends.
She didn’t respect him. She told him what to do and told him what to say and where to be. She was so obsessed with this wedding thing that it was unbelievable.
He thought about the first time they’d ever met. He was out working in the back of the castle whistling to “She’ll be Coming ‘Round the Mountain.” The princess had been spying him out of the back window. He’d been cutting shrubs. Finally, he’d realized she’d been there and she stepped away before he could see her face.
Immediately, she was attracted to this guy out of all warriors but she knew he’d accept her with her normal face; it didn’t pop out like it should’ve. Plus, she was too much older and she was already beginning to get wrinkles around the corners of her eyes. She wasn’t attractive, yet she wasn’t ugly. She asked around for soldiers and asked who the warrior was outside of her window.
There had only been five people in the whole castle who actually saw her identity back then. That’s when she heard about Orphelia. Everyone who ever heard of Glytherin speak of her knew who she was. They described her as his kindergarten crush, best friend he could have, or very pretty, and those were the two words she really needed. She had a spell put on her thinking that this “Orphelia” was a human being. The problem with not being human was that this person wouldn’t die once you stole their face. Stealing someone’s face gave them half of what they were, half complexion, half of their abilities. She took half of that and added it to herself. The next morning, she confronted Glytherin.
Glytherin was shocked the see someone he’s known. She told him her name; she’d said it was Ophelia. He knew that somehow this wasn’t right. He remembered that the girl he knew a while ago had been Orphelia. He had questioned the princess and how she was a princess all of a sudden. There was so much confusion that the princess began making up stories. After, she begged him to marry her. They had only known each other for three weeks. He refused to because he knew there was something different and that this woman was not the same girl. She’d make him wash clothes, nuzzle her nose with his. He knew the girl he knew before had never done any of these strange contorted things. He knew something was wrong. Before he could refuse again, the queen had shown herself demanding it. Glytherin knew that the queen was not Orphelia’s mother, and he was slowly catching on. And that’s when Glytherin said yes but began secretly looking for Orphelia in the other dimension.

Glytherin went up the stair well trudging along his suit cases with men in front of him taking it as well. All of a sudden, he saw the queen’s figure running down the stairs. Glytherin dropped his bags and reluctantly outstretched his arms as she hugged him. “Glytherin you’re back!” she yelled. “I didn’t think you’d come back until the wedding! I was so worried.”
Glytherin nodded. “There are

wedding plans.” He said blandly. He realized that the queen had a wedding dress on. What was she doing? “What are you wearing?” he asked. She twirled around in the dress looking up and down herself. “I’m just partnering up with Lindsay, showing her the dresses, picking the maid of honor. Maybe that lady friend of yours, Ohreelia?”
Glytherin looked at her disappointingly and went farther up the stairs ignoring the woman’s smile. He felt bad for Orphelia and what he wished he could’ve done or said. He wished he could’ve stayed, gotten to be with her longer before he ruined his life by marrying this idiot. It was always Orphelia; she was always the one he’d wanted a chance with. It was never Lindsay.
Orphelia, bringing her there could’ve been a large mistake. What if the princess found her there? What if anyone found her there? He had to keep her upset in order to make sure that if anyone found her, she’d express how much he’d hated him. He wanted to see her again. Even though he said he wouldn’t, he wanted to. He didn’t care about the lousy princess. She thought