Back to our Roots

[Marisol Woods]

This was not Marisol's first time in California with her family, but this was the first time she was excited for this trip because for the first time, Marisol knew someone who lived in California. After sending an owl to Wyatt Finch (she had to admit they were much faster than regular postage mail) she had convinced her parents to let her meet up with her new magical friend and his non-magical family on their trip there. Marisol had been practically unbearable on the plane ride there, literally bouncing in her seat from excitement, and after the initial nerves and awkwardness of the two families meeting and her siblings embarrassing her with their antics, Marisol had finally gotten a moment alone with her Gryffindor friend.

True to her scheming ways, Marisol had begged Wyatt to ask her parents if she could stay with his family for a week. She knew if she asked her own parents, they would tell her no without any hesitation, so she coached Wyatt on exactly how to ask them, using his best assets, his innocently clueless face with those big blue eyes. There was no way her parents could say no to that. Not only would it be cruel to say no to someone else's kid, but Wyatt had blundered his way through their families meeting enough to convince her dad that there was absolutely nothing to worry about with a huge dork like Wyatt and parents like his.

So after Wyatt had asked them, and a reproachful knowing look from her parents to Marisol which told her they knew exactly what she had done, they had reluctantly agreed to let Mari stay with the Finches as long as they were okay with it, which there because they seemed to have been under the impression that Marisol was going to stay with them all along. Which meant that Wyatt had already asked his parents to let her stay, without informing them that she hadn't even asked her own parents. Even if they had said no, Marisol had been prepared to argue, reminding them of the time she got to stay with Asaiah and his family for a week over the Christmas holidays. And although Wyatt didn't have a sister's room in which she could stay in like Asaiah did, the Finches did have a guest room so either way it all worked out. And now Marisol and Wyatt had an entire week of vacation to hang out! No lessons or finals or curfews to keep them apart! She wished she could stay longer but the following week was the week of the full moon so she had to be back home to take her wolfsbane potion. Forgetting about the impending doom of the moon's cycle, Marisol looked over at Wyatt and grinned at him from ear to ear. "So Mr. Finch, what's first on the agenda?" she asked, after all he was the host now.

 

[Wyatt Finch]

Wyatt was thoroughly embarrassed already - somehow his mother had managed to humiliate him in one awful sentence but not just in front of Marisol but her family which had made him feel a little ill. Still, he was lucky to have been able to have her over for the following week. While he had originally suggested longer his Gryffindor friend had insisted that it was simply impossible despite his assurances that he could be quite convincing. Either way he felt that he and Asaiah were even now and clearly on the same playing field for their friendship with the girl. This was something he would never air to Mari simply because he knew that she was likely to snap at him for even thinking such a thing but that didn't keep him from doing so. The twelve year old was quick to rush away from his parents who were both taking stabs at embarrassing him for a reason he chalked up to old age and senility.

Luckily they were able to escape from their respective families and Wyatt found a grin on his face as Marisol asked him what they were going to do. They could howl at the moon for all he cared, he was just glad to be out of his house. The topic came up between them shortly and the boy couldn't help but be amused at Marisol's formalities, clearly something that was never necessary between them even on the day they'd met and she'd gotten so livid at him for something stupid. He could still hardly believe that Professor Vampire Styx had docked their marks simply because they were both confused as all sweet hell. Even now Wyatt didn't fully grasp what the point of Voldymortay was. "Ms Woods," he began, "As you're my guest you should choose!" He gave her a smile to say he insisted that they do whatever she wanted because he was a most gracious host after all. While Wyatt waited for her answer he wondered how willing she would be to do something desperately fun but very new to her. As much fun as flying was it couldn't compare to surfing which he'd done since practically day one with his Uncle Izaak showing him the ropes while his dad watched. While the boy was hardly a surfing savant he did enjoy the waves and felt certain that it would give Marisol the freedom she seemed to want but still that could come later in the week if she wanted but there was no way he would object to teaching her while trying to catch a few waves of his own as it had been some time for him too.​

 

[Marisol Woods]

Marisol giggled as Wyatt played along with such formalities. "Careful Mr. Finch, with that kind of power I can make you do something you would never want to do," she teased, but she couldn't possibly think of something horrible to do. If anything that would be a waste of her limited time here with Wyatt. Marisol laughed again to drop the act and then bit her lip in thought seriously this time. For a second she considered letting Wyatt decide as the host because she was happy to go wherever he wanted to show her, but she also liked the idea of being the decider. Although now that she actually thought of something, she worried about Wyatt not approving of her choice.

"Hmmm is it totally lame for me to want to go to the beach?" She looked up at her friend with a worried yet hopeful expression. "I know you probably go to the beach all the time and I grew up on an island and all, but this would be a different ocean for me!" she said with a small laugh and a grin she hoped would be convincing. "Please Wyatt!" she begged, not even waiting for a reaction from him before she was already pleading, practically shaking him in desperation. Just then her stomach grumbled in hunger and the latina clasped her hands over her stomach. "But first we have to make a pit stop. Let's grab something on the way to the beach?" she asked.