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Howling Moon	By : VanillaToast Category: Twilight Series > AU/AR > Het > Het Views: 2758 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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In a matter of ten minutes, the Clearwater's U-Haul was completely empty, the spare room had been transformed from an office into Phil's bedroom, and Leah's room had been consolidated to make room for Amelia. Phil attempted to give me a twenty for the help, but I had politely refused the offer and simply told him to invite me over for dinner one night so I could get to know them better. Phil grinned, shook my hand, and called it a deal before I headed back to my house to get changed for the ceremony.

Dad was in the living room when I got there and called me in to see him. I paused for a moment, half-expecting that yesterday's worries of loincloths and head dresses would be true, but when I saw him sitting in his wheelchair, looking extremely casual with jeans and flannel shirt, I was silently relieved.

"Jacob," he started, "I don't want to you think you have to dress up for this; it's going to be very informal, so you can stop worrying about it so much."

"How did you know?" I asked, laughing a bit uncomfortably.

"Sam told me that you thought we'd have you wearing a loincloth and war paint." Dad answered wryly, smirking at me and rolling his eyes a bit.

"Heard about that, did you? I'll have to muzzle him, next time."

"If you just wear a nice pair of slacks with a shirt and tie, you'll be fine."

"And you said this would be informal..."

When I came out of my bedroom, I was wearing the exact same thing I had worn to ‘crash’ Bella’s prom; I was wearing black slacks and a white button-up shirt, untucked, with a blood red tie that was half tied and hanging loose around my neck. Billy didn’t seem to mind even though he eyed me critically.

"Well, I guess it's better than jeans and a t-shirt covered in oil," I heard Billy grumble under his breath before wheeling his way toward the door. I fell in step behind him, grabbing the handles of his chair and helping him outside.

"When does the flight arrive?" I asked, as I helped Billy into the car. He hated taking the rabbit anywhere, but it had more seating accommodations than the truck did.

"In about thirty minutes, but I'm sure it's going to be a little late; we have time," Billy replied. "... If we hurry."

Picking up the extended family had been an experience; the rabbit was crammed so full of people and luggage, I'm sure that my little car looked like I was toting clowns to the circus. Those that didn't fit insisted on taking a cab instead of making me drive back and forth two or three times for the pickup, and I was glad. My car was in good shape, but I'm sure the old gal couldn't handle such a trip several times a day.

Even though the ceremony wasn't until later that evening, I spent the rest of the day greeting and talking to my family. The Clearwaters hadn't shown their faces yet, and I assumed that they were doing some catching up of their own. Eventually, the banter bled into the ceremony and I was ushered in front of the bonfire on the beach. My family surrounded me and I took a moment to look around; my sisters sat close by with their husbands and children, along with Billy. I felt like I should've been on a stage with a cap and gown, and felt silly in the shabby slacks and shirt I was wearing. I barely heard what Billy was saying about becoming a man, though it was mostly to the crowd of the tribe and not so much to me. Eventually, a loud round of applause woke me from my dazed stupor and Billy handed me a small leather pouch.

"Here, Son... You're now a man, ready to choose the path that will lead you to the end of the road. Choose wisely and choose true, and the spirits won't let you down." Billy said, and I reached out to take the small leather pouch from him. I rolled it around in my fingers for a moment, and I could clearly smell the contents without having to open it. The pouch was filled with stones and feathers, and I could easily smell many herbs, garlic and black birch included, and knew that the spirit bag was meant for good health. While the idea of receiving a spirit bag from my father felt strange and archaic, I still felt a bit touched by the look in his eyes. I could not help but to tie the strings of it around my neck, tuck it under my shirt, and smile to him gratefully.

I took a seat next to my sisters and watched my fellow 'graduates' go through the exact same thing with their fathers. In the end, the ceremony died down and bled into a fire-side menagerie of folk tales and announcements from the family that had been missed. It was nearing midnight when half of the party left and the other half were either lazily rolling into uncomfortable slumber or still chatting animatedly to each other as though there were no more time left to do so.

Amelia was among those who were slipping into sleep, and I watched her curiously from across the fire. I lounged against the steadiness of a fallen log, my arms spread out to my sides as I stared past the dancing flames into her face. I couldn't understand why she felt so familiar; I was certain that I'd never seen her before in my life, and knew I had never heard of her. I knew that the Clearwaters had a larger family, and while we were close to them, they never spoke much of those out of town. Eventually, I stood up and left the dwindling group to get some sleep. I had a long week ahead of me with babysitting Nessie and celebrating my graduation with the Cullens; I would have time to get to know Amelia better after all of that had passed.
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