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“What do you mean he changed his name?” Foop asked Sammy at their lockers. “To what?”
“Periwinkle.” Sammy took out his books for the next class and held them. “He’s going by just Peri, though.”
“But why!”
“He said his name is derogatory in some places, so he wanted something safer if he was going to be a godparent and got assigned to a kid who might misunderstand.” Sammy snorted to himself and closed his locker. “Which is kinda funny because ‘Fairy’ is also a derogatory term for gay men in some places.”
Sammy paused in thought. “Does Peri even like boys?”
“That doesn’t matter.” Foop threw his hands up. “Poof isn’t allowed to change his name without consulting me.”
“No offense, but why would he have to do that?”
Foop touched his forehead. “Sammy, I’m his Anti-Fairy. My name is literally Poof spelled backwards.”
“Oh, yeah.” Sammy looked to the side. “You know, I honestly forgot you were Peri’s specific Anti-Fairy.”
“What?” Foop’s wings fell along with his expression. “How could you forget that?”
“Well, to start your name is Foop instead of Anti-Peri.” Sammy held up a finger and tapped his cheek. “Second, you don’t look anything like him, save for your eye color, now that I’m looking closer.”
“Why would I spend all of my time trying to kill that cotton puff if I wasn’t his other half?”
“I’m going to be real, man, I thought you were crushing on him and pulling his pigtails.” Sammy scrunched his nose. “Not that it ever worked.”
“Regardless,” Foop said through gritted teeth, “Poof has to talk to me about things like that. If his name is Peri now, then that would make mine…” Foop paused to spell it backwards in his head. “Irep! That is so much harder to say!”
Foop hit his locker, leaving a dent.
“I don’t know what to tell you,” Sammy said, stepping back. “Peri already submitted the paperwork to the godparent academy he’s going to in the fall and for the teachers. It’s done.”
“But.” Foop leaned against the lockers. “He didn’t even tell me.”
“Sorry.” Sammy patted Foop on the shoulder and jerked up. “Oh, Sugar! I’m going to be late for class. Bye, Foop!”
Sammy dashed down the hallway and Foop slid to the floor.
Who was Foop without Poof?
“Periwinkle,” he said to himself. “Peri.”
Foop smacked both his cheeks hard and got up.
It didn’t matter what name the fairy used.
Foop would destroy him.
If he had to do it as “Irep” then so be it.