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It started with a storm, one that
rumbled in from the west and kicked up the sea, and Regina welcomed it as an
opportune turn in a week that had been rather relentlessly filled with town
meetings and family dinners and criminal activity in the dead hours before
It was cleansing, really, to wipe away
the hard lines of her makeup and hunker down with Henry over popcorn and board
games as the rain lashed the windows, the evening made somehow cozier – safer –
under the guttering of the lights. Professor Plum and Colonel Mustard circled
each other on the board, moving between ballroom and hall and conservatory, and
Henry looked at his papers intently each time, so studious and watchful that
Regina couldn’t help thinking that he had as much right to the sheriff’s office
as the crack team of Charming, Swan, and Jones did.
Hell, he’d probably improve it.
A ripple of lightning hit close, and
the power hummed to black before the thunder could answer. She sighed, hoping
it was just the neighborhood and not the entire grid, and started sending
fist-sized fireballs into the air to softly illuminate the room again.
“Isn’t that cheating?” Henry asked, but
he had pitched back to marvel at the bobbing lights, the same way he had
watched fireworks as a little boy. “Not everyone gets stars in their house when
the electricity goes out.”
“You’d rather sit in the dark?” she
asked back, pointedly, stretching out her foot to prod his as she laid herself
down too, careful to not upset the Clue
board as she settled.
“I didn’t say that.”
They listened to the storm and felt its
vibrations buckle through the floor beneath them, and Regina had a sudden wave
of gratitude for all the pieces of home
surrounding her in that moment – for walls and soft carpeting and stars pulled
to earth and, most of all, for Henry – Henry, who had grown tall and thoughtful
and just now rolled his head towards her to grin.
“By the way: Mrs. Peacock, revolver,
She threw a pillow at him.