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Walls, even stone ones, were slippery.
That's what little Leta Pepa Guzmán Madrigal, youngest daughter of Dolores Madrigal and Mariano Guzmán, was coming to learn as she tried her hardest to climb over the wall surrounding the only school in the Encanto.
Slippery and slimy and hot and ow ow ow as they dug into her tiny little palms as she pushed herself higher and higher up the wall—trying her best not to fall before she got over her dratted capturer. But alas, she was only five years old and her gift was duplication, not invulnerability or sticky hands or anything that would have been even remotely useful for this situation.
So it came as absolutely no surprise to anyone when the little brunette slipped and fell fast and quick, knocking the wind out of her before she even hit the ground. But it certainly did come as a surprise to her when instead of hitting the cold hard ground as she expected, she found herself landing in somebody’s warm, soft, strong arms—not just anybody’s arms, though. No, she had fallen right into her Tío Camilo’s arms.
Her Tío Camilo, who worked at the school as a drama teacher.
Leta pouted. “No fair. I was almost there!”
Her uncle just snorted—though it didn’t sound quite right, even to her own little ears—, raising a brow as he turned back towards the school with a tight but not uncomfortable grip on her. Letting out an odd laugh didn’t sound right either. “Mi pequeña temeraria, you weren’t even half way there.”
“I was too!” The five year old huffed, crossing her arms as her pout deepened. Now she’d gone and gotten her nice dark blue dress with gold and pink zig-zags at the bottom, puffy sleeves, and an orange and pink floral pattern dirty for nothing and her padres were gonna be enojado at her all for naught!
“Agree to disagree.” Camilo hummed, looking distracted.
“No—”
“Now, who’s classroom are you supposed to be in right now?”
Leta slumped, scowling. “Ah, rats. Do I really gotta go back?”
“Sí, lo haces. Educación is important.”
The brunette didn’t say anything more but she didn’t need to because her pout said it all.
Unbeknownst to Leta, she gave Camilo the heart attack of a lifetime when the now mid thirty something year old had saw her climb.
Also unbeknownst to the five year old, her uncle had just barely made it in time to catch her before she could break anything—let alone something important.
Needless to say, Camilo wasn’t going to be letting his sobrina out of his sight anytime soon and neither would the rest of the family.