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>>6368955

Emmy was trying to adjust the sheath for her new sword as you, she, and Trish made it over to Charms. Found a slightly concerned Aubrey outside the classroom since there were only a few minutes till the bell. Trish walked in after giving one final look to you and Emmy, now outfitted for war especially since Aubrey had shown you how to put on and adjust the soft bullet and stab resistant vests you were gifted; had them on under your shirt and robes.

Over cautious?

Yes.

But with how this country could go from amazing to terrifying, you might as well get used to wearing them.

“Hey… though you might be late… wait. That is Alex’s sword! Her shotgun! W-what happened!? Shit-fuck! No! Have to check on her! Move!”, and the tall curly haired girl tried to bolt, but you and Emmy managed to restrain her long enough to begin explaining.

“No! Stop! ‘Brey! Everything is fine! She’s safe, good. Gave us some things, Paws preached, and crap! Chill!”, Emmy shouted out while Aubrey almost dragged the pair of you a few feet before calming some.

“ ‘Brey? She said it was time for these to go where they were meant to be… there is something meant for you we think. Just what color is Aurora, the sawed-off? What is Vespera, Emmy’s sword?”, you asked the girl as she knocked back a couple of pills of prescription meth with one hand while dragging you along a little more.

“W-what? The shotgun is silver aside from some black Ancient Runes and the very center, between the barrels. Her blade is silver besides towards the edges. W-why does that matter?”

“Yeah, Emmy?”

“Yeah, Jenn.”

“And this is silver too, aside from the barrel? Right?”, and Emmy took off her bag and presented the massive pistol to ‘Brey.

“O-of course. I’ve seen these on Alex’s waist a thousand times… why? What is going on? Jenn? Emmy?”

“They are completely black to her. ‘Brey. She said she can’t use the real Magic woven within them. To most people I suspect they look the same, aside from those they were destined for. He is yours now… she said we would know where they should go. It was for one who shone like a bright light, gave warmth to others even if her own sky was overcast. You, Aubrey. Meridies; Noon. It seemed like a burden was lifted when Alex gave them to us… I think this was always going to be yours, little sis. I am sorry you have to bear its weight.”, you said with a hint of sadness in your voice.

And the tall girl softly took the world ending pistol from Emmy’s hands along with the magazines and holster. Stumbled around a corner, out of sight from the students milling about and heading into rooms. She shook some… and had tears on her cheeks as she cradled the pistol.

>>6368964

“She is going to die, isn’t she Jenn? That’s w-why she gave this stuff away. You know it, right? Can see it… Alex is going to die; she doesn’t have any family left so there won’t be anyone to mourn her. She’ll die alone… aruuugh! Ahhhhh! Why are you doing this, Lord? Why?! It isn’t fair!”, and Aubrey started leaking tears.

Shit. Fuck, asshole, cunt.

Emmy just looked sad; you guided the taller girl down to her knees.

“Hey? ‘Brey? Stop. I don’t know… I can’t see that far. But? She understood these weren’t meant for her hands. She was their steward, keeper, created one, but she was not their master. You felt something, right? When you touched him?”

“Y-yeah. Warmth, almost like when I cast a Patronus Charm… like sunlight on my face. Like when I see my brother. Mom and dad. Uncles. The Coven.”, and Emmy kneeled next to you and hugged the strange girl you and your twin made a sister of.

“Yeah. He is yours, ‘Brey. My twin can tell some stuff… she doesn’t know it all. If that nice woman dies. There will be a lot of that though; dying, before it is all over, I think. I can get that much from Jenn. We’re sorry… we’ll do what we can to make it less bad. Try. But? We-we are just teenage girls and boys. Maybe we are Angels or something… but we can only do what we can. Are in far too deep. Have great allies, though. You among them. And?”

“Yeah, Emmy. She will have people, if it happens though. A family, even if they don’t share her blood. My twin and I. You and Professor Jamie, Cynthia. Professor Cross. Trisha. Paws. Her old unit, ‘Silver Bullet’ or something. Who knows how many others she has helped. Alex will not go un-mourned if she falls. So, let’s get you cleaned up some, get that gun on, and head to class where McMahon will probably hit on at least one girl. Okay?”

And a set of soft grey-blue eyes behind thick round lenses met your own and you gave the best smile you could before pulling out a little package of face wipes. Helped the kind girl tidy up some; had Emmy pull her to her feet as the bell rang and Aubrey freaked out some until you showed her the tiny note Alex gave you saying you might be a few minutes late. Had her calm and eat a couple of squares of pink flavored sugar before heading inside the classroom while holding ‘Brey and Emmy’s hands.

Got a slightly hard look from your Charms teacher until he saw who wrote your excuse; apologized and said he understood it had been rough, especially for the people out who woke the Headmistress and Headmaster. Fought and saw Jessica like that. Understood you might have needed some guidance. Just instructed you to take your seats.

Told him thank you. Had ‘Brey hand him a candy he popped in his gob… brave of him even if your taller little sis said they were clean.

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>>6368967

The spells being taught today were simple but useful revealing Charms you already knew by heart, a little gift from him to the students, you suppose, though he did eye you, Emmy, and ‘Brey up. Not because you were hot, which would be on brand… more for the weapons at your hips until Aubrey pulled out her own little note from her mom and dad saying people she thought were responsible and needed them could have things not strictly allowed.

Potions was a bit of a bore; nothing too fun today aside from tips to make a Blood Replacement more quickly and practice, though Rusalka did have some little fliers for a correspondence book club that seemed very familiar.

Following a nice lunch, including your third favorite thing ever now, pasta with white sauce and local truffles, you handed off the dagger to Macy. Found out it could allow its bearer to be cloaked in shadow while in the dark when Magic was pushed into it. Useful for your little assassin, even if blades made her jumpy for obvious reasons, and gave a quick recap of how you got the dagger.

Finally?

A simple lesson from Professor Skrub on two-headed snakes: which ones were actually dangerous, how to wrangle them, etc. Emmy obviously excelled at, to your annoyance, given she could speak snake and already knew all about these since she and daddy did think serpents were remarkable. At least she got designated as the person to go to if other students had snake related problems, like you were for spiders.

After? The Headmistress and Master had requested to see you and Emmy. Aubrey came to show you the entrance to their offices and just kind of milled about when the pair of you used the password given to enter. Found the pair sitting at a set of desks… their office was still interesting but nowhere near as eclectic as McGonagall’s back at Hogwarts. More professional.

“Girls?”, the Headmaster began after a look towards his wife to a nod. “We have been working our friend nearly to death. Our nurses. Some were from the horrible things that happened Friday morning or when someone got hit with a Face-eating frog that… tried to eat his face. Some not. We are fine with some injuries related to horseplay; dueling. I've had plenty myself; I love the sport. Yet? Some were quite bad. No one named either of you, not really. A couple just mentioned, and I quote, ‘crazy blondes’ and ‘that lunatic’, and that ‘the tiny one was going to explode us.’”. And he just sighed.

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“A girl released herself from the infirmary and is now attempting to get better on her own despite how severe her injuries are just out of some spite; has her own protection detail now. Miss Ashley has a very, very nice new cane; 50 years of creating things like that told me it was dangerous and far too expensive for her to afford. You have Alex’s weapons on you; she already sent an owl saying they are yours now as well as those you trust with the other ones. Jamie and Cynthia sent something similar saying you could have them. One girl said you had started a little boot camp she had joined. Another rather famous one said the same but with more cursing in Spanish… and that she might be the reason it started. You have left one crater we know of, fought with Beasts, helped to protect the school. Miss Aubrey told us you had saved her life, knew things, which is about on brand for her; had stopped bad things but would not be more specific. We spoke to a couple of younger students who wouldn’t let their hands go, one of which who also could not let go of a broom that might cost more than most make in years, brand new. Had a very tired Headboy simply say he didn’t know about all the transfers aside that they were a headache and he needed a potion to treat an ulcer. Do you have anything to say about this?”

“Ummm? It has been a heck of a week? But a few bullies aren’t going to do it again. There were… incidents, including the big one. We are teaching… all we can do so they can survive. Ley, Ashley’s parents agreed to let us try and get better with us helping; she didn’t say anything worse than she hates us, right?”, you began with.

“Yeah, Jenn. Trying to help where we can with what we can. Give what we can. Not pleading guilty. Our boot camp is open to anyone, we were taught by the scariest man we know, especially after Friday we decided to pass on what he and mommy taught some to protect people, even if it is tough. Doc is a sour-puss. My sisters and I are trying to do the right things… we fail. Jenn and I are sorry for the trouble.”

“Haaaaaaa. True, by and large. We do have a strong tradition of students fighting one another for practice or to settle disputes, even if honor duels have been technically banned for a century. We talked to Bradford. His daughter. Others; none had major concerns aside from a few complaints. PTSD in a case or two. My mother, your Divinations Professor, came unprompted and said she was quite happy we had the pair of you, Miss Macy, and I shouldn’t worry too much or I would get lines on my face. Still, we have to do something. One is asking you if you wish to fight some is to be more gentle. 20 points from all of you. Detention Thursday evening for, anyone else we find who was involved.”, the slightly now older looking Headmistress said.

“Ah. Yes Ma’am. We… get into it too much. Everything. Sorry.”

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>>6368974

“Passion is a thing to be cherished. Just not too much. Not for the wrong things.”, the silver haired man said softly.

“You’re free to leave; Miss Aubrey or another can help you to detention… and once more? Thank you for helping to keep our school safe.”, Professor Edelweiss said.

Fuck. You were not leaving another school, especially when said school was hiding Lord Salazar’s wand.

Just sighed some with Em’s hand in yours; had her at least say you got off light.

--

Before your dad got here to take the necklace or the guest lecture, there was still the question of the small scroll you found with it. You managed to round up the core members of your Coven along with Em; Macy, ‘Brey, Travis and had the Headboy and T-Bird Prefect lead you to a slightly secret room, which was really just an old storeroom off the beaten path. Your other part pulled out the seemingly perfectly preserved parchment and set it on a small table the five of you were sat around.

You had already used every tool in your collective kit to detect anything off about it, Dark, but those were clear besides showing it had Magic in it; you began trying to open the scroll with Travis looking a little grumpy to which ‘Brey gave him a couple of pink candies.

The problem was? The wax seal would just not break.

“The crap! ‘Brey tried, used her knife, and so did you sis. Macy even tried with her pretty paper opener! Do I need to try Vespera?”, Em shouted in annoyance. “Even all the unsealing spells we could think of bounced off.”

“Please do not use the Magic sword, Emmy.”, you sighed out as Travis finished with the most potent unsealing Charm yet and gave a huff. “Do not shoot it, Brey, and no acid, MayMay. Got anything for us, big guy? Travy? Maybe Anna’s nails would work?”

“Haaaaaa. Possibly, but I want to keep her out as much as we can. I already hurt her. Chris’s machete is an option, but? Fuck me for suggesting this… blood from one of you two. Seems like a running theme and I don’t think the letter is going to destroy the School.”, the taller boy sighed out.

General Jenn Active!

“That… makes sense. All in favor?”, you asked, a little surprised at Travis being okay with it. Received unanimous “ayes."

“Okay. It is my job, so everyone by the door. Emmy, you make sure Macy is okay if SHTF. ‘Brey, you handle Travy. Run if something goes down. I am covering myself with a Prismatis; I want other shields around me in case it blows up or something. Got it, people?”

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>>6368976

You got a few words of disapproval but you reminded them you were the team mom. Commanding officer. Ended up with four different colored barriers up around you including a Rustang, the same spell Hilda had used before cast by Macy; amazing, genius girl had learned it already. You cocooned yourself in a dome that glimmered in every color in the rainbow. Put the finger ‘Brey had pricked down. Felt a Magical drain but also a more physical one of some of your blood being pulled out and into the seal and started to freak out some as the crevices became filled with crimson… no. Cranberry. Came close to screaming out as the pull halted and the wax seal glowed for a moment before shattering into a dozen pieces.

“Holy shit… wait. What the damn! Abraxis shit!”, you yelled out, dismissed your spell.

“Jenn!”

“Sis!”

“General Michela!”

“Crap. You alive, blondie? Not taken over with Dark power? More than normal, anyway.”, three worried female voices and one snarky male tone called out as shields fell.

“Uhg. Yeah, just pissed. All that, and we get squiggles. Here, sit down. Macy? You recognize any of this?”, and you passed the parchment over to headshakes. Same story as it made its way around the table… until it got to Emmy.

“What are all of you on about? This is clear as day; “Azzis etruza, ectoase etras hissare hiza ligarsse… hiss, hissss, his-“, and you shouted to interrupt her.

“Em! You’re speaking Parsletongue; that isn’t English!”

“W-what!? That’s impossible; I get what it is saying, but Parsletongue doesn’t have a written language! It’s impossible since it is Magic! Macy? ‘Brey? Travis?”, Em said in shock.

“Y-yeah, Emmy; people have tried before, but what gets written out is unintelligible even to the same Parslemouth.”

“Yeah, exactly.”, the other two said as one which seemed to annoy them.

Cute.

“Ummm? Yall are going to want to hear this. Give me a quill and some paper and I will translate it; it isn’t that long.”, Em said, a bit pale. Macy acquiesced and your twin began scratching it out.

“So, Travy? The whole reason we got started was wanting to get into the books. Leave a legacy at Ilvermorny. I think this qualifies just on its own; a Rosetta Stone for a language with no written form that I would wager Isolt herself wrote. Told you sticking with me was smart; happy? We can donate this when everything is over. Pretty cool, right?”, you said with a smile.

“I-it is remarkable; not what we started after but this is massive. Groundbreaking. I am getting credit, right?”

“First name on the list when they write about it… you still don’t look ecstatic, even if pretty pleased.”

“Yeah… after all this? I still want to find it, even if I have to team up crazy people. It's still astonishing; huge.”, the sandy-haired boy said, deep in thought.

You were going to say something more when Em punched through the barriers. She would only do that for something important. You turned towards her.

>>6368977

Jenn? Don’t know if this sounds right; first time translating snake. Take a look?”

When you leaned over, she was well on her way… but there was a phrase after something about “you girls” and inheriting things… underlined was “ and have my power of Prophesy”.

Oh. Oh crap. If she read it out as is… every one here knew but Travis. She could adlib… change it some. Or? Keep it correct, as it was, should be but that would mean he would learn. You needed to decide if he could know, far as he already was in. Smart as he was and might figure it out himself. Might be able to help more with that knowledge. You indicated-

>Looks correct to me. Included the wounded Headboy further; he could be a grumpy when he wasn’t interesting and endearing. Fighting to avenge a dead girl. You already pulled him in. Knew how kind he could be considering his relationship with ‘Brey. Allow him to know. Make him a full member of the Coven.

>Ah you might just say gifts. Keep him out, do not admit to it. You were still paranoid yet he already knew enough to have done something, didn’t. Still… you couldn’t be sure how he would take it. Keep him out of the inner circle for now, even if he might figure it out himself.

>Write-in

>OOC: Does not include anything about Mini-Me or the Curse, not even what your prophesy said

>>6368978
>>Looks correct to me. Included the wounded Headboy further; he could be a grumpy when he wasn’t interesting and endearing. Fighting to avenge a dead girl. You already pulled him in. Knew how kind he could be considering his relationship with ‘Brey. Allow him to know. Make him a full member of the Coven.
i dont think he is evil, cant see a reason not to

>>6368978
>>Looks correct to me. Included the wounded Headboy further; he could be a grumpy when he wasn’t interesting and endearing. Fighting to avenge a dead girl. You already pulled him in. Knew how kind he could be considering his relationship with ‘Brey. Allow him to know. Make him a full member of the Coven.

>>6368978
>Looks correct to me. Included the wounded Headboy further; he could be a grumpy when he wasn’t interesting and endearing. Fighting to avenge a dead girl. You already pulled him in. Knew how kind he could be considering his relationship with ‘Brey. Allow him to know. Make him a full member of the Coven.

I will likely keep this open till dinner.

Lurkers, chime in even if your choice will already win or is going to lose. It is nice to see how people feel and want to play Jenn.

Calling it for telling him.

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Writing.

>>6368978
>>Looks correct to me. Included the wounded Headboy further; he could be a grumpy when he wasn’t interesting and endearing. Fighting to avenge a dead girl. You already pulled him in. Knew how kind he could be considering his relationship with ‘Brey. Allow him to know. Make him a full member of the Coven.

OOC: Been dealing with a lot of physical and mental health stuff.

>Tell him

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“Looks right, little sis. Amazing. But?”, and you just tried to brace a little.

“Emmy? Macy? ‘Brey? It references something. Travis is more than smart enough to pick it up. I am telling him. Sealing, privacy, detection Charms; you know the drill. You too, big guy. Charms; have to stretch your back out some. Nothing on him girls. If I think he can know it… that wouldn’t be right. Got it?”

“Yeah.”
“Yeah…”
“Ma’am. I will still be keeping my hand on Meridies though.”

“Fair, Captain. Travy? Travis? Blackthorn? Something in there refers to who could undo the protections. Relatives of Lord Salazar. Pureblood. Strong. And there had to be a Prophet there.”, you said with you now odd eyes locked on Travis’s.”

“Haha. Thinking I am one plus a Dark Lord? You have no chance then, ‘Brey.”

“Bas…no. You got it backwards Travis. Not you… the one who got that it was a requirement. General Michela. Jenn.”, Aubrey said while looking down at a small sweet in her left hand. “It is okay I said it, right, Jenn?”

“Of course… I trust my little sister and you already understand, Travy. Yes. It is fucking true and I wish it could not be but I am a Seer. True. New at the job, but… one mostly heard Prophesy so far. Can look ahead some but it tires my sight out. See what is. Was.”

“Oh!? Haha. Don’t make me laugh too much; only a day before the stiches come out and I don’t want to mess it up!”, he chuckled out… a sane response. But? Every face in the room was facing towards him when his eyes opened. Dead-pan and serious. “You… she tricked, brainwashed all of you! How!? There is no way a random 16-year-old girl is a Seer! She is not Merlin or Jesus in a wig!”

“There are ways I which I shall never speak of. I can see ahead some, make myself if not tired. I get premonitions or visions, now; the reason we went out with your girlfriend Friday morning. Noticed it was not right. Ran to find you. I can try and push a little to give an example… but I am trusting you with this, Travis Blackthorn. We do not know who can know… what will come of it but my twin and I have some not heartening things hanging over us. Will you be there to help? Will you protect others, those you love, even with your own life as the price?”, you said, as much authority as you could force in your voice along with a kind undertone.

“You can’t… that is dumb! But… you all believe it? That Jenn can see forward? Fuck… fuck… ‘Brey? You have a sense for BS. Do you really believe her?!”

“I do, Dark Lord Blackthorn; I have noticed enough that it was the only explanation I had… and she admitted it to me. So? Believe Jenn. She is trying to protect us; you… an Angel sent to aid us.”, Aubrey said with a slightly dreamy look on her face.

“ARRRRRRRRGH! Are you fucking shitting me? Fucking prove it!”

“I am a little tired out from the morning but...?”

>>6379062

OOC: Looks like 4chan hates Brave Browser now; range ban but works with firefox. Will work with it, I guss. Buck with Brave setting or something


“Yeah, yeah. I can do a touch. Simple tricks please.”, the smaller you inside of you mumbled out.

“Fine. Coin flips. Ten. I can get them all since that is easy. Then swear. To hold secrets secret. Protect the ones who cannot fight, yet. Oppose what is on the way.”

“Haha! Fine. Let’s show that you are a fraud; ready?”, Travis laughed out while pulling out a large silver Muggle coin.

At five correct calls he was perplexed. Seven; worried. When you got the final one despite him catching it and flipping it? There was real concern.

“The fuck… you didn’t mess with the coin, I Finite’d it under the table! Are you?”

“Yeah. Don’t like it and could do better tricks but I can only push it so far since Em and I made Perun our bitch earlier. Too much at once? You end up with last Monday or our eyes and ears changed up.”

“Let’s say I don’t just I think this is some magic trick? ‘Brey has been doing those for years, could have taught you.”, Travis kind of spat out while you lowered wands from under the table. “What? For what purpose?”

“Hell if I know. New at this, but we think the initial layer of defenses for the wand, ones I hit Monday? Needed a Seer with his blood. It let others be revealed. Let us keep going. And now… someone with the time and knowledge might be able to claim the wand, find smart ways to beat the other protections. But? We can as well. Can help the kids. So? Swear, that if nothing more? You will shield them.”, you said just a little tired. “I mean, what are the chances a true Pureblood descendent of Lord Salazar who was a twin, a Seer would come along, esp-“

“Especially with Isolt and her family killing anyone with a pure ancestry to him. I’m done. And sick.”, then she tossed her quill down and pulled up the parchment.

“Emmy! I’ll read it out. You don’t have to-“

“No. Have to protect you too. Just get me the trashcan. It might make me puke some.”

“Oh, little sis…”

>>6379067

“If you are reading this? Then? I have failed. I have wetted my hands and those of most of my family to the elbows with blood for nothing. Killed so, so many. Yet my Vision remains in play; Jennifer. Emily. Girls of Prophesy and prophet both; his heirs with blood, strength, tongue, and my power. I can see your bright hair and eyes despite the shadow; despite the allies you will make being beyond my sight. Your foe. Please do not judge an old woman too harshly.

Even if I know I deserve it.

I pray. I pray only that the ones who have made it this far are good. There is nothing I can do from my grave can stop you. So? I choose to believe in a good pair of girls, not a far worse pair; will aid you. You must recover the other necklace if you would stop evil from a foot-hold. Claim that wretched wand. I have left the keys along with my family and their efforts. You girls, one who speaks the tongue and the Seer? Girls? Children? I am so sorry to you; but? If it was to truly always happen? Please be better people than I was.”

-Isolt “Morrigan” Sayer-Steward


Oh… crap. She named you. You and Emmy. Seems to have gotten… murder-y at one point to get rid of Lord Salazar’s line, for all the good it did. Oh fuck-cakes. This was not heartening, let alone with Travis looking seconds away from exploding.

“Soooo? The founders of my School went on murder-death-kill sprees with her family. I have descendants of one of the most reviled men in the Magical world sitting and looking pretty in front of me; one of whom is a fucking SEER! Have a girl who could out gun the SEALs, a werewolf I already shot 3 times? Fucking Vu who gives me chills some times and a scary future Potions Master?! Are you picking up what I am putting down!? That this is horse crap!!!”

“I mean that is basically correct. Also, the Germans. The kids. Cory. Ley. Amanda. Sooooo? Sorry, not sorry. You are a real part of the Coven now. Might want to review how to make a Potion for ulcers or one to keep you from crying like a bitch. Maybe one that makes you not shoot your friend. Ah. No offence to Travy, ‘Brey.”

Got one giggle alongside a head hitting a table.

Had the sandy blond swear that if nothing more he would protect the children and keep quite unless he though he had to speak to prevent a cataclysm.

Began to leave when Travis was no longer seeing stars.

Had the annoyed, injured, and just pissed Headboy scream into his arms before sulking away and mumbling about alcohol being the best medicine, not trusting a pretty face.

Made it over to a large hall filled with students; an all-age event since you doubted complex spell craft was being taught. Sat with your group of friends and chatted some while waiting for the speaker to enter.

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And then… your dad was walking to the middle of the stage with a blue wheeled luggage container; it took you and Em a second to process it. Needed a double take before Lucerne Sanders waved to your small section in his dress robes and shouted.

“Hey! Jenn, Emmy; sweet-hearts! Hi, Macy!”

“What the fuck.”, was all you could choke out as almost every eye in the room turned as you and your sister tried to disappear behind flushed cheeks.

--

Turns out this would be who was lecturing, covering an often-neglected aspect of DADA regarding dangerous Muggle-Magic combos and Cursed items. Daddy thankfully mostly focused on his talk and left you and Emmy unharried while showing off some confiscated items and teaching theory, how to ID items like those he brought.

Anna-Beth answered basically all his questions regarding Curses and items with them herself by jumping up and down with her dark claws in the air and was offered a little ‘safe’ prize from the trunk; an unsolvable Rubic’s Cube that had caused two Wizards to drill holes in their heads to try and think better, beat it. After, he tossed out a few handfuls of knuts Cursed to always come up tails for those wanted one as a memento; cackled insanely while beaning some students with them… yeah. Good reasons daddy should not teach.

He had way too much fun showing off contraband and a few items you recognized from your family vault, including a small wireless TV that would drive any Brit that watched it insane, since it only showed the worst of Doctor Who with The Doctor replaced with a fat Somali bull-dyke speaking in ebonics. A throwing hatchet that would always return… sharp side first. Record when played backwards told you loudly the… delete yourself. A kitchen knife that made anything it cut taste like marmite. A flashlight so bright it caused instant sun-burns or blindness if pointed at the face. Hit Macy in the chest with a ‘lucky’ Galleon which didn’t seem to annoy her; got a little blush instead.

Daddy did like showing off so… on point for him.

>>6379069

>Macy has gained a very sharp and scary Enchanted dagger that lets her blend into shadow! +10 to sneaking around in the dark, a +3 to life-or-death Battles, higher in the dark, though it tires her to use it. Gained a lucky gold coin that always comes up heads! A +1 to certain checks! Knife can???????

>Jenn has gained an Enchanted double barrel sawed-off shotgun. Can fire with-out ammo at the cost of tiring her some. Does not yet know what it does with ammo added but has several shells given to her by a Priestess. Kicks like a bitch. +3 to Battle in life-or-death fights which can increase as her Shooting goes up, higher with different shells. Gun can???????

>Emmy has gained a super durable and sharp Enchanted antique sword she can basically turn into a lightsaber! Can cut through most things as long as she pushes enough Magic into it. Does not really know how to sword-fight but is athletic. Gains a +3 to Battle in life-or-death fights which can increase if she learns more physical defense or upgrades her Nimble Nymphette trait. Blade can??????

>Aubrey has gained a custom made .50AE Desert Eagle, Enchanted with??????? Has not used it but could tell the second she held it that it was well made; felt warmth like the sun on her face when she first took it. Gains a +3 to Battle in life-or-death fights and a +3 to shooting as the gun seems to be all but made for her and her odd strength. Plans to replace the grips so they match Sanrio, her full-auto Staccato.

As the rest of the students milled out with some grabbing little packets expounding about Cursed objects and the risks of combining the Muggle world with the Magical one as you and your sisters stayed back… it was almost time for Q-Pot try-outs which Anna rushed to after shaking your father’s hand and getting a small package you heard was harmless but had a funny item in it; yes a Cursed Rubic’s Cube was harmless and funny. Haaaaaa… Daddy did say he would be around to take the necklace in your pocket to be examined. Suppose this was a good cover to get him on the grounds. Went up and hugged him, even MayMay got in some. Had ‘Brey extend her hand which he grasped and shook.

“My beautiful girls! Macy! Hello, Aubrey. Been years since I saw you last; really grew into that body! Friends with my girls? Just more to make me less concerned. A real beauty too, up there with my wife, little girls, and Macy!”, the kind of goofy blond man cried out after shoving the last of his demonstration pieces into the luggage carrier and rose back up.

“Oh… hello, sir. You’re Jenn and Emmy’s dad? And… thanks, but I don’t think we have met before, sir?”

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>>6379070

“Yep, I am. Happiest man in the world with them, my wife, all their wonderful friends, and showing up Weasley five days a week, minimum. And? Of course we have, Aubrey! Remember being in Britain? Birthday party? My girl’s sixth? You gave them big bags of sweets, blue and cranberry Gobstones, a couple of nice cards? Remember Knut-wise and Sickle-smile, the dancing clowns?”, and Lucerne Sanders began an odd, off-putting little dance to some memories of yours surfacing.

Oh. Oh Merlin. Fuck. The memories you and Emmy had repressed were coming back!

“AHHHHHHHHHHHH! Back! Back, demon! Deamon! Back to whence you came!”, and ‘Brey? A Witch so brave she would fight something right up there with a Dementor with no hesitation? She had scrambled behind you and pulled her crucifix and wand while screaming. “I cast you out! Begone! Lucerne, Lucy, Lucifer, Old Scratch! Abi! Ad locum tuum! Tibi nego, te abjuro! Daemon, monstra! In nomine Patris et Filii et Spiritus Sancti! Du hast hier keine Macht! You shall not pass!!! ”

And the memories were back as your dad slowly advanced closer as the dancing kept going.

One of his friends came with a pair of presents, a small yet tall girl with a tan and her own in wrapping paper with cats on them, an older boy with ones in bags, and a dark-haired woman holding her own large, shared gift. Seeing mom give a little kiss on the cheek to the man and woman. Going to play in the yard and by the pool with the boy and girl who had suddenly very familiar hair, even if her mop was straight back then. Going to help mom in the kitchen with little snacks, Em’s and your birthday cake since you had to be a good big sister even if born in the same evening. Other kids arriving who you knew from school or the neighborhood. Dad and his friend in the study to discuss work and catch up; there was brown bottle you didn’t understand back then in the man with grey-brown hair’s hand when they went back. After snacking some at a table in the back yard and your mom jumping between conversations like a ballerina?

A pair of clowns with red or orange wigs who came out to bring the cake and more finger food.

You remembered, now.

The cackling.

The insane dancing.

The screams of your Muggle friends.

Having a girl with hair much like the man, your new and slightly awkward playmate bolting and climbing to the highest branches of a tree in your backyard like a damn cat and tossing pinecones at them or using a water pistol while saying things that weren’t in English or French. Latin, you now recognized. The other kids yelling. The make-up on the jesters looking crazy and like it had been applied with a shotgun. small sterio with tinny, warped Circus music on the ground screeching which you knew now had a minor Curse to only play that tune and still resided in your vault. The smell of a brewery. Mom and the other woman slapping their heads as the dancing continued and one Muggle boys diving into the pool for cover.

>>6379071

Having a girl with hair much like the man, your new and slightly awkward playmate bolting and climbing to the highest branches of a tree in your backyard like a damn cat and tossing pine cones at them or using a water pistol while saying things that weren’t in English or French. Latin, you now recognized. The other kids yelling. The make-up on the jesters looking crazy and like it had been applied with a shotgun. small stereo with tinny, warped Circus music on the ground screeching which you knew now had a minor Curse to only play that tune and still resided in your vault. The smell of a brewery. Mom and the other woman slapping their heads as the dancing continued and one Muggle boys diving into the pool for cover.

The fucking dancing continued even through the cries, tears, and cones Aubrey tossed almost too fast to follow.

“Motherfrcker.”, was all Emmy could say. She was likely having the same flashback.

“I-uh-this… Lucerne is still dancing. He seems to really like it. Do I-I… what… wand? Do I wand him, JENN!? What the crap is going on!?”, Macy kind of stammered out with a soft voice.

“He does screw her! Fuck, fuck, fucking shit! Stop with the creepy jig! Daddy! ‘Brey get your wand down and crosses have no effect on him! This evil is too strong! Emmy! Turns out we have known ‘Brey for a lot longer than we thought! We have junk going on and I did not need to recall our 6th birthday party, daddy!”

“What?! Girls? I thought you liked the little dance Jamie and I made up… you and the other kids were screaming in joy!”, and the older blond man adjusted his posture, stopped hunching over or showing an insane smile.

“It was terror, daddy!”

“Oh. Sorry?”, and he kind of combed his hair over some with a hand, obviously not sorry while you found a proximal wall to smash your head against.

--

A few sips of Wiggenweld and your sisters prying you away from a stone wall you were determined to crack with your skull? The five of you were in a small unused room with ‘Brey recovered some but was still cagey.

“Ahhhhh… yeah kind of forgot you didn’t like the little dance, cutie; Aubrey. We were bit drunk then. If it makes you feel any better my wife and Cynthia broke cooking spoons on me and Jamie for it after… a lot of them before ‘Meri was about to move onto knives until your mom pulled her away. We didn’t realize how strong the booze his old squad-mate made was when we killed the bottle. You could’ve run a race-car on it. Good stuff. Sends me a small bit most years.”

“It-it’s fine Mister Sanders; I just hate clowns now. Have one as my Boggart. No big issue. Sorry for trying to banish you to Hell and having repressed those memories; not recognizing you. Sorry I forgot about the two of you as well. Jenn. Em. Sorry, big sisters.”

>>6379072

“It’s okay. We only met like that one time; sent a few letters, I think. And call him Lucerne. He gets enough Mister Sanders at work, taller little sis.”, you said with a slight headache as you fingered the necklace in your pocket.

“Indeed. Just Lucerne is great. Hell might actually be cooler than ‘Meri’s temper when she is mad. Honestly, I am just happy I got a spare day off to come lecture and see my girls instead of doing paper-work; suck it dry Weasley. Cross your own T’s, dot your own I’s; Deal with the Roombas with deadly potions attached and enchanted to kamikaze intruders for a day. Not happy to why my little girls now have a sword and sawed-off shotgun, though. That Macy has a dagger and hand cross-bow. And you… well I suppose three guns on your belt would be on brand for Jamie’s kid; that dog would hunt. About the vests I know you all are wearing. Your eyes and ears, girls. It has been one week and I am going to need to keep all that from Nymeria or she will be over to blow the place up, somehow.”, you dad kind of sighed out while sitting. “They know? Okay to hand it off so I can get to Grimsley’s before he closes up?”

“Ah… yeah, daddy. There when we found it. And… I just said it; ‘Brey is our sister too. Part of our Coven just like Macy and David. The first one, I guess since she met us when we were six… the weapons are from a Priestess. Safe-ish. Not Dark at least. She liked us and she wished to pass them on; we are going to be safe. Macy will keep our heads on straight. ‘Brey is the best Prefect ever. It is… it’s okay. And did you lie and say you would be here all day or something given the time difference? That would be like you; Emmy and I don’t mind, though… love you daddy. Happy to see you.”, and you pulled the blackened silver triquetra necklace of one of the greatest Dark Witches of her era out.

“Love you too sweet ones. I see. You are explaining the eyes and ears, dear girls of mine. But? As far as you know, if asked, I was here from before sunrise. You said you all checked it? The best you could?”, and the taller blue-eyed man had his wand out and was hitting the triquetra with Charms.

“Yeah, dad. Jenn wouldn’t have it in her bare hand if we didn’t have everyone use all they knew. We don’t think it is Cursed. Dark. But there is weird Magic. Jenn made a smart decision for once and we agreed a professional opinion or two would be good. But it is ours; all of ours. Touch it.”, Emmy said in your place.

When your dad finished with his last spell… he lightly rubbed his finger along one of the three loops making up the symbol. Recoiled a slight amount.

“You felt it too, right? Daddy? Like it was acknowledging you; a warm little pulse?”

“I did. I do not know if I like this thing, girls. Not fond of things I don’t understand. If I or Grimsly detect anything dangerous, you aren’t getting it back; it’s going straight into our vault.”

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>>6379073

>Explain. Call him out, even. He said your old family tree tapestry had been destroyed in the fighting. Even if it was, he had to have seen it at least some… knew who was at the very roots of the tree.

>Just… play dumb. Say you though you knew what it was but not why it recognized you and Emmy. Him.

>We just think it is cool, seems old. Wanted to trust but verify. What you always said to do. Ilvermorny is full of fun stuff and guns!

>Write in

And?

>Get your ring and Emmy’s necklace checked out too; Potter said he had them screened but this guy was apparently very good.

>Meh. The ministry said they were fine. They don’t really even do anything. Let’s you keep track of Em a little more easily with the location finding Charm and are pretty but that seems about all.

OOC> Orry again. But why is it everytime I come back shit is worse? The site. My AI spellcheck monetizing? I have enough to deal with while trying to do one of the few things I like? No I am not giving you my email, 4chan given half the jannies, Gold users, and mods ended up doxed, to bypass a retarded range ban.

This is me just didn't note no trip


But do they really want the site unusable?

>>6379076
you're probably in the same range as one of the proxyfag site's IPs

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>>6379108

Likely. I really can only cell post like 25% of the time.


Picrel is for anyone still reading despite my IRL stuff and micro-novel updates.

>>6379075
>We just think it is cool, seems old. Wanted to trust but verify. What you always said to do. Ilvermorny is full of fun stuff and guns!
He might be dad but we might need it back for now, if we call him out or give him reason not to give it back we might be in trouble later, best to keep it cool.

and

>Meh. The ministry said they were fine. They don’t really even do anything. Let’s you keep track of Em a little more easily with the location finding Charm and are pretty but that seems about all.

>>6379076
like that anon said, its probably a proxy thing, i´ve had to deal with that before, so annoying...

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I'll keep this open till I get a decent number of votes, ask QTG this weekend, but any lurkers, a vote would be great.

Rock the vote!

>>6379075
>>We just think it is cool, seems old. Wanted to trust but verify. What you always said to do. Ilvermorny is full of fun stuff and guns!
>Meh. The ministry said they were fine. They don’t really even do anything. Let’s you keep track of Em a little more easily with the location finding Charm and are pretty but that seems about all.

>>6379108

If you care to vote, I need at least 1 more. Or would like one at least. If not, it is fine.

>>6379075
>>We just think it is cool, seems old. Wanted to trust but verify. What you always said to do. Ilvermorny is full of fun stuff and guns!

Thank yall for the votes. going to advertis in QTG and close this later today.

I'll call in 30 minutes, once I finish my food. Call it 930.

Got caught up brainstorming and writing. Calling it

>>6379655
>>6380094
>>6380322

>It is totally just a knick-knack we found!

>>6379655
>>6380094

They are probably just nice accessories.

Unlikely to have anything before tomorrow evening.

Thank everyone for voting and reading like always!

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Holding the blackened silver necklace by its chain as it rocked some, your dad spoke up.

“So, girls, before I go, how exactly did you happen upon this bauble? I am not an expert, but it seems old, and that little Magic shock was odd.”, the taller man asked as you kind of put Macy and Aubrey behind yourselves; you loved them, but neither could lie their way out of a paper sack… yet. Mentally got affirmation from your twin. She would provide backup.

“Oh, it wasn’t anything that interesting even if-“

“Even if Ilvermorny is awesome! Guns, secret places, fun stuff to find like Macy’s crossbow or that thing! Guns everywhere, hahaha! Aubrey should show you just what she is packing!”, Emmy interjected. Had Macy peek out to mention she had a note saying she could have it which made Lucerne chuckle a little. You cleared your throat and continued.

“Yeah. So the Snake-wood? By the gates? The leaves have really powerful healing powers, but only certain Purebloods can pick them; ‘Brey’s mom is the only one right now, so I offered to see if Emmy and I could. Stopped at one old building, found the bow, some other junk that was confiscated over time, and then when we got to the tree? We totally could get them! How cool is that, Daddy?" you asked in genuine excitement and pride.

“Ha. It is, sweetness. Of course, my amazing girls could; that doesn’t explain this though.”

“It leads into it dad. So, the tree got mad we got too many; we had to run. There were two other members of our Coven aside from MayMay and ‘Brey; Chris Vu and Aubrey’s boyfriend, Travis Blackthorn, we-“, and got loudly cut off by the curly-haired Witch behind her who pushed to the front.

“He is not my boyfriend! Blackthorn is Evil, a future Dark Lord, trying to take over the school for his glow-nigger masters!”, she all but shouted out, while the rest of you stood there mortified. She just said ‘nigger’ straight to Daddy's face. Shit, if nothing more, it was helping to give him more to think about than your story. A good unintentional distraction on her part. “Surely you and the Ministry know about him and have Travis on some watchlists, Lucerne!”

Just,” you mouthed, "Just go with it, please."

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>>6380670

“Ah. Oh course, Aubrey. Blackthorn is a slippery one, though; we haven’t been able to conclusively pin anything on him, neither the Aurors for his Dark deeds nor I for his many dangerous Enchanted Muggle items. We are doing our best; as for the… glowing-niggers?”, and Emmy quietly hissed out what you guess was something like ‘bad feds and Aurors’ while you were a bit shocked he would use that word, jaw on the ground some.

"As for them, some of my colleagues and I formed a resistance block. The… Order of the Lantern to oppose them, but they are like roaches: everywhere. Tell you what. When I get back, I’ll send you a card and pin inducting you as an intern, basically a junior member, for America. I am glad my girls have someone who noticed the feds so young since you will keep them safe from their nefarious plots. "Okay, kiddo?” Your dad just pulled it out of his backside. You were a good liar, but damn. Daddy was a pro.

“Yay! Thank you, Lucerne! More allies against him and his masters!”, and the girl a few inches shorter ran up and tackled your dad into a tight hug which knocked the air out of him, and then lifted the larger man a few inches from the ground, and Emmy just slapped her head.

“Hey! "Brey, enough! "Don't break my daddy in half or steal him from mom; she would explode you!”, you cried out to a response of "Sorry" and continued briefly.

“So, long story short, got leave, tree got mad, and we booked it with ‘Brey carrying Travis since… he was out Friday morning. He was already hurt when we found him from trying to protect a girl named Jessica. She… she didn’t make it.

“So we made it into an old classroom and looked around while Aubrey restitched and did what she could for the Cursed wounds on his back that had reopened. And, in an old Professor’s desk we found it under some ancient essays and notes. `

“We thought it looked wicked, but we know not to go grabbing old magic artifacts. Performed every thing we six knew to check it, but it was clean aside from some weird old stuff.”

“So we decided to trust but verify like you, Daddy," you finished off with. I felt the pulse. Emmy did. ‘Brey didn’t. You did. It’s-“

“Interesting! A mystery! You know we cant stop ourselves in those positions.”, Em finished it for you.

“Ahhhhhhhhh… I also said don’t touch things you aren’t sure about. Damnit… Meri will kill me if I tell her all that. I am so sorry you had to see a young girl like that. Proud you killed a Hidebehind; a large one from what the Headmaster said. Not happy you were in danger. But you two, aside from a thing or two you are responsible and smart girls. You have Macy and Aubrey to help," he just sighed out. Knew he couldn’t stop you if he wanted,

“More too; we are building a Coven of Witches and Wizards; training them to fight back, survive even if they can't win. Our Dojo’s first student is the decedent of Chadwick Boot; how cool is that? Our latest… she got hurt badly Friday, our new big sis, Ley-“

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“We are basically abusing her to teach her to cast, walk, and fly again. She lost an arm. Bad legs. Scars like from acid… David gave her his cane. We gave her cream, and Brey is making her strengthen both arms; she has a protection detail now, too. Good guns, it seemed. Force her to jog and soon spar. A cool cowboy we got is showing her to use her left hand. But? She’ll get back her life, her wings, her pride.”, Emmy said firmly, though a bit sadly, you felt from her.

“The methods will be harsh; Hell Week most weeks. But they will be ready. Ash will be. She will have it again, even if it means her loathing us.", ‘Brey declared.

“We are going to teach how we all fight; fight how Emmy and I do. Dirty, ruthlessly, viciously; use your mind, imagination, Magic, and fists… everything they have. Patch up gaps they have and not be nice about doing it. Our students won’t have their same innocence when we are done. They can live with it. Live. I’m sorry, Daddy…"

Finally, Macy, who had come out from behind you and Emmy.

“We want all of them, her, and me, even if I am an Assistant Sensei, to have tools. It is why I am doing it, shooting now, some flying, exercising, dueling, and more brewing. Lots of research to help us.

“So, you will still have it checked out, right? Daddy. After hearing that?”, and pulled out the wide watery eyes.

“Sweethearts? Of course. Not sure about you running an Auror Boot Camp-light, of doing those things to a poor crippled girl, younger students… but I trust you. Jenn. Emmy. Aubrey, since Jamie’s girl can’t be less than great and good. I need to leave soon, but you are explaining the eyes and ears before that.”, the taller, bark-blond-haired man said in a calm voice filled with finality, his dark blue eyes locked on Em and your own odd green-banded sky-blue set.

“Okay. Fair. Not really sure but-“

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>>6380683

>No clue. Literally woke up like this after a weird shared dream. They are non-harmful and we were going to let you and mom know soon anyway.

>Veela have pointed ears and can have odd eye colors; patterns. We think maybe it skipped a couple of generations, but more of that side is coming out now with things like this from stress and using Magic so much.

>Potions, Charms, and named human Transfiguration. We wanted to look really striking here, since it will only be a year.(Difficult DC with a couple of bonuses)

>Potions accident. They are working on an antidote but, we kind of like them. (Hard DC with some bonuses)

>Maybe a side-effect of using too much power at once, straining our connection to pull some pretty amazing stuff. Describe, Gemino, the modified spell and catching lightning, suspected some leak through affected Em.

>Above but more truthful. You found something odd you could do and pushed it to much. Leaked through to Emmy.

>Write-In

>A failure on a choice with a DC will cause you to use the final option. Success will get you something small and a boost to personal interactions/Charm checks/resisting mind reading..

>Just a quick vote for this. I am already writing Q-Pot since what happens here doesn’t really affect it. Will write up something for these choices and add it to the top of Q-Pot. Do recall Micha got a high enough of a roll to gain two traits, Major and minor and bonuses which help her on the field and you she is aiding/fighting alongside with you. Also has scouts salivating for when she graduates.

For the sake of fairness, a difficult check here would be like 90-95, and hard would be like 95-100.

>>6380684
>No clue. Literally woke up like this after a weird shared dream. They are non-harmful and we were going to let you and mom know soon anyway.

>>6380684
>>Veela have pointed ears and can have odd eye colors; patterns. We think maybe it skipped a couple of generations, but more of that side is coming out now with things like this from stress and using Magic so much.
we could use this explanation now and it might be good enough to also let us use the same excuse for the future if more body changes occour

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>>6380784

Why I put it out there. Also? Veela have like nothing written about them, so they give me a fairly blank canvas. So, sure they have pointed ears to a greater or lesser extent based on clan and individual. Same with having uncommon eye colors; they are kind of built to be Northwestern and European, meaning a big pool of possible options in IQ at least.

I default to them and close descendants having light skin and blue or green eyes. Latvian ones could very well have purple eyes somewhat commonly. Ones from more southern regions might be a bit darker with darker but still very attractive, bright eye tones.

It's the same reason I wrote them as having very heightened emotions since one of the few times we see any in the books is when they are talked about is them getting pissed and starting to toss fireballs at the leprechaun mascots at the World Cup before.

The 3 part-veela characters I know of, Fleur, Gabriella, and Cassandra, from one of the games, are all blonde and traditionally pretty with light eyes, so that is what I ran with.

Also just my fetish.

Now would be a good time for any interested lurkers to chime in! Or don't!

>>6380684
>>Veela have pointed ears and can have odd eye colors; patterns. We think maybe it skipped a couple of generations, but more of that side is coming out now with things like this from stress and using Magic so much.

>>6380684
>Veela have pointed ears and can have odd eye colors; patterns. We think maybe it skipped a couple of generations, but more of that side is coming out now with things like this from stress and using Magic so much.

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>No idea. Play dumb.

>>6380689


>>6380784
>>6381543
>>6382282

>Well, we are part Veela Ummm just lie a bit.


Going to call it since I doubt I will get three votes in the other direction.

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So the Quest isn't dead, and neither am I just have some bad medical issues. I won't blog post but suffice with I got another concussion and had to hobble around using a cane like a 90 year old woman for a while.

Found a combo of things that seem to be helping, even if they still don't know the cause of all my shit.


Anyway, I have been working on the next update when I felt well and am about to start posting this giga-nigga. Please forgive some spelling or grammar errors.

“Daddy… we met a full-blood Veela when in France the one time, right? She could even tell that us and mom had the same blood with a glance. Her ears were like spear points with an odd pattern in her eyes. Just a theory, but we think stress and running Magic on empty tanks may have let some of our features come out more.”

“Yeah. It has been a heck of a week, dad. They just kind of popped up after Jenn and I did some awesome spell work at the end of our dojo’s class. They don’t hurt or anything. I think my hearing, while already awesome, might even be better.”, Emmy added.

“Really. Possible. I am looking into this, however. My little girls are still perfect but you were before too. But it is about time for me to run along. Come here, give me a hug.”, he requested, so you and Emmy came over. Were joined by Macy.

“You can to, ‘Brey. Might help with the clown thing.”

“Ah… okay, if it is fine and had her tentatively join in.

Enjoyed the bonding moment, and before you knew it, your dad was on his way and the lot of you were off to get ready for tryouts.

--

As you thought about having to deceive the man you loved most in the world, you jogged slightly back to your room. Tossed on a set of tight blouses with some blue, despite Horned Serpent not really being the exact same as ‘Claw. Slightly too short skirts, light makeup, and matching sneakers. Too tiny thongs, uhg, again and hair put up in ponytails. A couple of little accessories, hair bows. Dueling gloves on. And of course, designer handbags, wands, your massive boom-stick and sword, plus god-killer for Emmy on specialized belts. Had Macy come get made up somewhat similarly, if a little bit more conservatively. Still had her new dagger, wand, and potion belt. Looked cuter than a button and smelled like heaven in her new perfume.

Ilvermorny had a little commissary for sundry items students might need as well as some merch… Just so happens it had some jewelry in a small case, silver charms included, so now her bracelet had a fourth one: a little knife. Adorable little assassin sis.

Smiled and both of you got a hug from the nice-smelling younger girl and headed down to find Aubrey, Hilda. Trish and her taller blonde friend Sarah were about to head out but you asked them to hold back a second so you could check on Aubrey who swung open the door with a grin, backpack on and a cute outfit which showed her legs… guess she took your compliment to heart some as her jean shorts and tight top under her robe, yet still gave you a very pleasant view of her tanned skin and the lines where it ended. Rewarded her with a quick, chaste peck on the lips, which made her giggle.

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>>6394494

Told her how gorgeous she looked, then offered to help her with the dozen little flags with “Go Michah!” stitched on them, but she just started dumping them in the pouch on her belt, next to Sanrio, a dagger, her single shot demon slayer now named Teddy, and Meridies. Back in the common area, Yuki, Macy’s shy roomie was there too, dressed conservatively but you noticed a small blade on her hip with a gorgeous lacquered sheath and the handle of her wand as well as a vintage looking pistol behind it. She was standing quite near the cinnamon haired genius. Close.

Cute. Maybe Macy was getting to be a bit of a big sister too, now? Hilda stretched out some and you swear she was intentionally doing it facing away from you now on purpose since those tiny gym shorts really did bring out her… "personality." The best parts.

Well?

At least as far as you could tell everyone was wearing undergarments except maybe Brey's little 1st-year friend, Tiffany, who came up and hugged the taller, older girl; not like the little kid needed anything up top yet anyway.

With that, the lot of you started down the row to pick up the rest of Michah’s fan section. Grabbed Cory, but not John since he played and would be down with the hopefuls. A cutely dressed Mary in a soccer tee you helpfully Muliticolorfor’d into a slightly tighter Q-Pot Jersey she tried to no success to turn back, just lacked the power to overcome your sorcery and showed off her spats with a cute, tight butt under them to indignant screeching in Spanish and… the new girl, Mandy, from your morning boot camp? The one Macy had broken you now knew several of her ribs when kicking her? She looked dressed to go but was just sitting on a bench by the entrance, once more very interested in the grass.

“Mandy! Oi! What are you waiting for?" you yelled over.

“O-oh. Sens-“

“Jenn or Jennifer out of the dojo.”

“Okay. I’m sorry. Was thinking of just going by myself, but… I was too embarrassed.” and then got a sad smile. “Gwen doesn’t want me near her. Don’t know that many others. Friends or stuff, now. It is okay. Maybe someone will show me a Pensive of the scrimmages.”

And Emmy pushed you over some.

“Who do you think we are? You are one of our students; we can work on becoming friends. Sisters. You can come with everyone when you want. Look, you screwed up but apologized, are square with them, mostly. It is too sad since it looks like you like the game. Sad you got abandoned for what I guess was a heated discussion with Fuck-Face about what you did and she wanted to do again; for you to do again; for coming to our thing. But? You did bad things but are trying to be better. Regret it. So? Hop up. We have a few more stops to make, so chop, chop!”

“Really? I can come and sit near you?”

“No. With us. You have a long way to go but come on. Ass in gear.”

“Okay! Thanks, thank you.”

“Yep. Welcome.”

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Pukwudgie was next, so you grabbed Carl and Timmy who had been visiting with him and wore a tee with Michah’s name on it and had his hair done up like Carl’s own. Cute.

“Ah. Hilda. Look gud. All do. But? Yenn? Are you not zhe Pied Piper or zomezhing? Zhat is a good collection.”, the tall German boy said and chuckled some.

“Hey! Did you just call everyone rats, Herr Carl!? Jenn and Em are just charismatic!”, Macy protested and stomped her little shoe down.

“Do not know. Did you call yourself one, Frauline Macy?”

“Uhg. Glad I don’t like boys, Jenn, Em. They never get past dipping girls pigtails in ink pots!”, the little cinnamon haired 14-year-old exclaimed with a huff.

“So true MayMay. So true.”, your true born sister called out with a giggle.

Next door, Anna was naturally absent given her spot as her team’s Captain, but you did find a lightly made-up Ley and Soren.

“Hey! Wow… that is a bunch of people. Look, look, Ash!”, the dark-haired girl exclaimed some and shook her friend’s shoulder lightly.

“Oh yaaaay; she has a gang now. Hello, Sensei Psycho-Bitch.”, ‘Ley kind of sneered out.

“Jenn is fine for now, big sis. You two look cute but… Em come with me for a second. ‘Brey Team Mom time; you are in charge of keeping them all in check. ‘Ley? Soren? Can we run up to your room? Give you a little touch up?”

“Yep, Jenn. Em. Got.” it, and the grey-brown-haired girl pulled her fucking back pack gun out and racked the slide. "Alright, you apes! Stay close and no funny business! This mag is only loaded with non-lethal… oh wait is it this one? Hahahaha! Anyway, keep your shit in line until they are back!”, Aubrey barked out like a drill instructor to a few worried looks.

“Oh, ahahaha… sure. Should be okay. Ash?”

“Feh. Sure. Didn’t even care about going to see this dumb game.”

“Ash? Don’t say that. Some people have been working their asses off for this; I don’t love Quodpot or Quidditch, but I don’t disrespect their efforts. You are better than that. And…”, Soren had begun. Emmy took over.

“And what she said: plenty of people don’t like the best game ever like we do ‘Ley but still show up to support people they like, to support the effort being shown. Michah is learning right next to you, your little new sister. Show her some respect. Now mind if we raid your makeup and wardrobes?”

“Oh. It is fine with me. I know I’m not good with makeup; I don’t need it much on the homestead. Ash, come on, let’s let them help some really quickly. This is going to be fun, seeing ‘Wudgie kick ass even in tryouts.”

“Fine. I don’t really care about their efforts, to be honest, but I’ll deal with it for the little girl since she isn’t just a dumb jock. Deal with the lead blonde psycho just because of the cane and trying to help, even if I know she is just torturing me by doing it. Yeah. Even if I will get stares… no, it’s fine Ashley. This is life now.”

“And it is going to have an amazing one, even if harder than most," you said.

>>6394497

You were really going to have to go hard on her to beat the bitter despair out of Ley.

You were done soon after; some more cheerful, sporty gear for Ley, their hair done up in matching fishtail braids, a hint more makeup, and you showed Ley how to use it well on the viable scars such that they were barely there.

Outside, it seems ‘Brey hadn’t needed to gun anyone down, so she packed back up and you made it to your final destination to pick up Travis and Chris, who both had on shorts and grey Ilvermorny tees with the Crest in the center and “Horned Serpent” written above and below it.

Vu lacked his signature machete but made up for it with a half dozen daggers strapped to his waist as well as a small, non-standard pistol. Travis just had his gun and pouch as well as a backpack, which Aubrey’s was suspiciously similar to. Seems his wounds were feeling better if nothing more. Good.

Now you could really push him, especially since he was now in the Coven’s inner circle. He would need it even if he was already skilled and Magically powerful before this was over, Jenny said softly in your mind.

“That should be all accounted for except Matty, since he wanted to stay with his Wampus friends! Alright! Let’s head out to see a little girl show up people who could eat her for a light breakfast!”, you shouted out to a mix of cheers from about all but Ashley.

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POV Shift

You were Micha Mason; proud Witch, Horned Serpent maiden. Even prouder girlfriend to the boy who had always taken care of you in orphan and foster care, one who had finally found a real home where you wouldn’t have to be separated with a kind pair of mostly retired No-maj after so, so many had passed you up due to shyness and unnaturally crimson hair; Timothy Mason. Your adoptive brother, which made it sound weird, but screw anyone who cared… he loved you dearly in all ways.

And so?

You would make him proud to have wanted to be with you. Right then, that involved wearing new, high-quality athletic gear, pads, cleats, Quodpot robes, and a helmet with a shiny sticker of your favorite cartoon character stuck to its side as you huddled around the assistant Captain as you as you and the rest hopefuls mentally readied yourselves.

The boy went over some simple plays with all of you; he was a real genius with this stuff but only assistant Captain because… because he had been confined to a wheelchair or arm crutches since a child due to a birth defect. It was a miracle he was even alive; if he hadn’t ended up being a Wizard he likely would not be, and by the time the boy’s No-maj parents saw his first accidental use of Magic, the doctors had already done what they could, and it was far too old an issue for Healer Magic to fix.

It truly broke your heart that someone who loved the game almost as much as you did would never play, yet was always smiling when helping others out like this, how he could. It made you decide to play even harder for him, too.

After being told basically to “keep it simple, stupid" and a little motivational speech by the lead Captain, you and the other hopefuls headed out for some quick warm-ups and basic speed, strength, and skill trials to cut the number of aspirants down; even second-string spots which Q-Pot needed plenty of were limited, if higher than normal this year.

You would be okay with just making second string this time, you were only going into your second year after all and the smallest person there by far, but you were going to show them. Make the 1st string since you were told last year you were just too small to play and might get hurt. You would make Tim proud, and the new Coven of friends, sisters, and brothers would all be proud. Make your Coach for Q-Pot Anna-Beth, ‘Wudgies Captain, and your fighting teacher, Coach Sensei Big Sis Jenn proud. Make the crippled boy, Kyle, proud. Samuel, the Head Captain.

To make yourself proud.

>>6394503

So, you took your place on the line to check sprint and lap times. Heard wild cheering and quickly looked over; there was a whole fan section for you waving small flags with your name stitched on them. Right in the middle was your boyfriend, who cheered the loudest, flanked by blonde mirror images, Emmy and Jenn. Em was his teammate and instructor in Quidditch while Jenn made you her Apprentice in non-Q-Pot things; violence and ruthlessness. Viciousness as well as giving excellent life advice. Smiled that so many people were rooting for you. Dug your new perfectly fitted cleats in and narrowed your focus. When the whistle cried out, the world contracted as you flew forward.

POV Shift back to Jenn!

“H-holy shit…”, was all you could get out when the little kid shot forward like a cannonball. You had seen ‘Brey and Anna going full speed before, and this was a more normal level but, Michah was small. How the fuck had she already turned and begun sprinting back when many of the other boys and girls hadn’t even made it to the back of the lane yet?! It was like that show with the red running guy; you swore you saw a blur in her wake.

Questioned this shit, loudly.

“Michah is amazing, that’s why! Loves jogging, running, working out some. So smart. Great senses. Eventually the other kids at the orphanage stopped letting her play with them since she always won; tag, hide and seek, kick-ball, chess, checkers, card games. It made her really sad… I kept on, even if I lost basically all the time. Ha! Idiots.”, Timmy yelled out over the cheered for her a little louder during endurance running when she nearly lapped some people but you feel like she held back to not embarrass the people struggling.

Kind.

You would fix that.

Fix it just enough so she could protect Timmy; be the mean one when she had to be. Ruthless, cold, precise, vicious, and wrathful when needed. Smiled some at what she might become in a few more years, aside from a real knock-out.

“Yeah. Not playing tag with her; sorry not sorry. You got a good one, Timmy, little bro!”, you yelled to him then got a blush in return. Cute little guy.

“Blondie is right, lil’ par’ner. You best be working hard on the pitch, in class, and at dueling for her! John and I’ll help get some meat on yer bones too, just enough since you’re a Seeker.”, your cowboy whistled out while subtly trying to put an arm around Leys' friend’s shoulder before his hand was slapped away by the pouting Head Girl. Laughed at the larger boy nursing his hand.

Turns out a metal hand hurt when it hits flesh.

“I weren’t up to anything, Ash! Pain in my butt and only get away with it since you’re so fine looking.”, Cory shouted over to Ley looking grumpy but with a blush.

“Hey! Good, lightweight stuff isn’t hurting either!”, Aubrey giggled out as Travis had seemed to really start getting into it given Michah was from his House and he was a Q-Pot man.

>>6394504

“Ha! Never said they were, ‘Brey!”

A quick bit of passing next, which the girl was pretty good at, even when the real players went long or off to the side. Had her return the balls accurately and faster that her small size would suggest. Michah had good coordination; handy for what you would teach her.

Finally, there was the trial you imagine her being poorest at; hitting tackle sleds and pushing them as fast and far as they could. It was about like you predicted; she just didn’t have the mass but was still doing better than most would guess. Anna had shown her how to plow into something and then use her whole body to keep it moving well, even if the crimson-haired kid was panting after.

A little rest and letting the other couple of teams try their hopefuls out was next, before a real scrimmage would take place with the students the Captains thought did well, and you, Em, and Travis had to all but restrain Timmy so he didn’t rush down onto the field.

Sweet little love bugs.

There was some brief commentary by the 7th-year Wampus acting as announcer and the Heads of House which filled the time while the students got watered. Your hearing was a bit better now; otherwise you might have missed the whispering behind the mike before the announcement of results and then you heard something that almost made you spit your drink on the back of Macy’s head…

POV Shift to Michah

You had ripped off your helmet while sitting on the bench nursing one of the sports drinks with non-fluorinated water. Miss Aubrey insisted you stick to from now on since it would make you play better and keep you from being brain damaged or turning queer. Not too sure on that last part since it did feel nice when Coach Sensei Big Sis Jenn taught you to kiss before helping you to ask out the handsome dark-haired boy you heard cheering for you all the way down on the field… it made you blush, some. Both things.

The last event was one you knew would be your worst; you were pretty strong for your size but still only weighed 80-ish pounds. You thought you did okay and just hoped that the other two trials made up for a mediocre performance in the last. Saw that the last House finished up; were getting ready to head down to see who would play in the mock game when a somewhat large hand of a boy pressed you back down some by a shoulder; Douglas, a few years older than you and would practice with you sometimes.

“Hey, ‘eh? Hold your horses; they are about to announce times, Robin." Uhg. You hated that nickname he had for you but he was nice, really smart with some subjects, so you sat back to finish another small bottle of sports drink not filled with fed drugs. You weren’t expecting that much, really. You did well but couldn’t gauge it vs the other teams; HS was rarely the victor at Q-Pot so doing well vs your Housemates probably didn’t mean much, really. Just enough to make the spot was all you wished for and wanted

>>6394506

The announcer began going through the sprint times from last to first… damn. The times for Wampus were all fast as all hell; felt a little pit form around the cool liquid in your gut when he came to HS.

3rd. No. 2nd. No. And you already lost hope but then… 1st place? Michah Mason and with times that overshadowed the other Houses as well. Same story for distance running; then there was some muffled talking behind the mike before Professor Lief’s soothing baritone took over.

“Miss Michah? Would you mind standing up and coming out?”, and you obeyed. Oh, crap, you hope the didn’t think you had been cheating, doping, something-

“Young maiden? You may not be in my House, but congratulations are in order. Brilliant work!" the cheerful mocha-colored man said while Professor Rusalka, the Horned Serpent Head of House stood beside him, then took over.

“Yezz, young girl. You just made our House very happy even before the first scrimmage. Your times for both sprints and the distance running trials? We have checked. They just set new Ilvermorny records in the under 15 categories. Fastest since we started doing these trials to help select players 100 years ago. Grand work.”, and the pair sat back down while the announcer jabbered on some and you just stood like you had seen a Basilisk for a few seconds till several padded bodies smelling of sweat impacted you and were carrying you down into the rest area proper.

Were told with no uncertainty by the tall blond Head Captain and the darker-haired assistant that you were getting a slot no matter what. Asked to do just as well in the quick game coming up. Were told to just fricking run, get the Quod in the Pot by the boy in the wheelchair since you had made him toss his plays and ideas against a wall.

Went back up in a few minutes with other hopefuls… had them told to just get the Quod to you and block people coming and for you not to neglect passing. That you were in no shape, way, form, or fashion to go after someone on the other team and get hurt… you didn’t know if you could stop yourself, though. Resolved to at least not get hurt too much; you had a little date with Tim after all and being bruised up would not do.

Readied on the line. Swallowed back and tried to recall everything you knew or had been taught as you rushed the leather-covered ball after a whistle.

POV Shift!

“Holy fucking… Merlin’s jeans! Did she just use that guy like a ladder? Flip over him!?”

“Yep, Jenn. Damn, she is quick. I’ve got to start taking leg day and cardio more seriously.”, ‘Brey commented while holding Travis back down some. Damn. If that girl thought Michah was fast… well, she fucking was.

>>6394508

A few plays later, Wampus seemed to get the girl was Serpent’s Ace in the hole. Targeted her, but her Housemates were there to block off, tackle them and in one instance, the tiny red comet even tossed the ball over to the player in line to plow her over, making him look perplexed for a second before he began sprinting to the Pot only for the ball to explode in his arms; she timed it well. Saw her make great passes before getting tackled. But?

Ouch, though.

In the end? Not even close. The other boys and girls played well and got some points, but it was largely Michah and her unconventional tactics and speed that ended the game in Horned Serpent’s victory.

You just smiled that she had used a little of the physical defense you demonstrated; the at one point she checked a boy with the ball right under his chest pads so hard he needed to get looked at by the medics. Anna’s own training, you suppose.

When it was all over but the bitching, you had a chance to head down; Aubrey, Ley, and Travis flexed their powers some to get you, Emmy, and Timmy down to the little rest area.

Got to see the little kid being tossed in the air a few times. Heard the lead coach and assistant say she was going on the team even if the boy in the wheelchair complained; he needed to come up with a dozen new plays just to account for her, though he was smiling while moaning. Handsome guy, so you forgave his half-hearted complaints.

Rushed over with Emmy to grab the girl from the air and hand her over to Timmy. Gave over the bride. Heh.

Smiled at them hugging and him planting a little kiss on the girl. That even the people on her side she beat out grinned before getting water and prepping for a second-string match.

She wasn’t in your house but was your Apprentice. Anna’s as well, someone who showed up from nowhere to hug the girl so hard she popped her spine and apologized to Michah hugging her back, hard. Heard the little girl ask to play a second string match too, at which the HS Captain firmly shut her down. She was too much of an asset to risk getting hurt and got that the other team they played would target her now that she had shown up people and already had a spot.

Escorted her up after Anna-Beth left to speak with her team so Michah could watch the other matches with Timmy.

The rest of the matches were intriguing if a bit boring; HS lost their next, but some players did shine. T-Bird did well but your twin’s intuition predicted HS would win this year with so many good new players and Michah on their side. You hated losing but would make an exception this time.

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>Michah has unlocked the trait: Red Comet! Everyone knows red makes anything go 3x faster! On the field Michah can, once a game add a +10 to one roll and may reroll 1 die. In combat she can push herself to run circles around the enemy to distract them after a roll of 1d20; if it is higher than 10 the success causes a -10 to one of their rolls if opposed, same if it is a Beast and she gets 1 reroll. Tires her and inflicts a -5 to rolls following. Can be upgraded with multiple successful uses. Useable 1 time a day.

>Michah has unlocked the trait: Magic Machinegun. She can provided suppressing fire for her team mates where there are no rolls for a round but allows for more complex actions by them which normally would not be allowed or would cause a malus to them for one exchange. Tires her out and she no longer contributes an assistance bonus for that combat.

--

Most of the rest of the week was pretty boring: a few new spells, potions, and essays. You did have to, with Emmy and ‘Brey, firmly demonstrate you do not make fun or light of Cross and her injuries, given she fought to protect the little jerks. Nothing like last week, but it was amusing when Macy racked one boy after you knocked his wand away so hard he was bawling on the ground, then talked down to him like he was a naughty child or dog at least.

Your little dojo seemed to be paying itself off. You and the other Senseis began to really push the others; you said they would hate you and meant it. You ran behind Ley zapping her in the ass to get her going. Held Macy and the little ones down with a foot for a while while they did their push-ups. Demanded the weaker ones move further back for target practice. Forced pairs like Tim and Michah to fist fight, just like you had to do with Macy, since despite your flaws you were not making them do anything you wouldn't. Personally sparred with others, including ‘Brey who easily kicked your ass but with normal levels of strength and speed. Had Ley’s friend show up, ask if she could join. You don’t think she really wanted some sugar-coated abuse, but her bestie was here, so you imagined she wanted to make sure she was safe.

‘Brey explained the rules, that we were going hard. Would be cruel to teach her to survive. That she would get hurt some, see Ley be hurt; the girl still nodded a yes, and so you gained another student. Had her join in while Travis showed off some different shields alongside Hilda.

Later you fought Anna, even though she was reluctant to spar given her affliction and saw just how quick she could be. Yeah. Lost that one too but learned a thing or two at least.

On Wednesday, you got moved up to the highest division in the League alongside Em, while Macy and Carl moved to the middle. Did well, but these people actually knew some things. Still, you enjoyed the challenge.

>High exploration/connections roll!

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>>6394511

After, while wandering about after the League which you still helped oversee in Travis’ place you did have your own little adventure in meeting the hook-up for the school it seemed, though between a couple of old, tall buildings.

“Hey! Girls! Come back over here a bit. Heard some rumors about a couple of blondes and a kid with glasses who were… loose with their interpretations of school rules. Was curious. Been keeping an eye out to talk with y’all. Wha’cha want, what you need and King can hook you up. Show you a fun place for some non-school approved activities and a good drink if you are a customer.”, the boy with ridiculous dreadlocks, shades, and a large leather overcoat said.

“Ah… King. Odd name.”, Emmy said as you signaled for Aubrey to stay back, hidden behind the corner, Macy in-between and behind you and your twin and to get potions ready.

“King because I run this game; me and my crew make sure no one is selling on my turf, not pushing things actually dangerous like Love Poison or Cursed junk that might hurt people. Nasty shit like Krocodile or Fent”, the light skinned and tall boy explained. “But? I have it all and if I don’t, I can get it on the quick, quick, ladies.”

He looked ridiculous, though you didn’t sense any animosity or danger but still…

“Emmy, MayMay lets-“

>Head over some. You were going to try to replace the secret ingredient for her Enhanced Girding Potions, find a source. A secret place for less than approved activities sound like an adventure to you and Emmy and those were your thing. Besides if he tried anything, it was four against one and you were all well-armed and skilled

>Decline politely and just keep walking. You weren’t sure more adventure is what you needed right now. May look for him later with a high roll and use of a weekly activity slot

>Sick Aubrey on him; she was a cool Prefect but this might be a bit much for her to tolerate. Removes the chance to acquire less than approved items on campus and may make an enemy

>Jump him if he has ‘interesting’ stuff. Jack his shit. Makes an enemy.

>Write in


>OOC I am sorry for the absense and massive update. Part of it was written after my head injury and I swear I have no recolection of writing it

>>6394514
>>Head over some. You were going to try to replace the secret ingredient for her Enhanced Girding Potions, find a source. A secret place for less than approved activities sound like an adventure to you and Emmy and those were your thing. Besides if he tried anything, it was four against one and you were all well-armed and skilled
sounds like we won't meet him again for a while if we decide not to

>>6394490
>ANOTHER concussion
bruh, what are you even doing that giving you this many literal headaches? dont tell me it was another cow...
in any case, i hope you get well soon!

>>6394514
>Head over some. You were going to try to replace the secret ingredient for her Enhanced Girding Potions, find a source. A secret place for less than approved activities sound like an adventure to you and Emmy and those were your thing. Besides if he tried anything, it was four against one and you were all well-armed and skilled
so...a dealer, huh? interesting, might be useful for our potions if we run out of...ingredients

>>6394604
>bruh, what are you even doing that giving you this many literal headaches?

Nah. Related to whatever is generally wrong with me. Walking to the restroom in the middle of the night, my legs just basically gave out on me, and I went back. I hit my head again on a wall getting up. Numb feet and fucky balance from both my eardrums rupturing a month apart last winter doesn't help either.

Found a combo of stuff that has helped with my general set of symptoms, though. Just need to figure out why my body wants me dead now.

>>6394612
you're lucky you at least have a decent doctor lol

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>>6394617

Meh, he is alright, but I am looking for a new one. He will suffice for now, though. Just happy I don't live in Bongland and have to wait like six months to see my PCP. He can usually get me in the same week I call. Same day sometimes.

I also work at a doc-in-the-box ER for one PRN gig, and if you just need something for, like, strep or some sutures in a place, I can't do it myself; they don't charge employees, and you are in the back like instantly. Well, if they like you, they don't charge.

>>6394514
>>Head over some. You were going to try to replace the secret ingredient for her Enhanced Girding Potions, find a source. A secret place for less than approved activities sound like an adventure to you and Emmy and those were your thing. Besides if he tried anything, it was four against one and you were all well-armed and skilled

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It seems pretty unanimous, but I will leave it open for a little longer.

Lurkers, even if your choice might not win, please vote! (Yous) and engagement is like fuel for QMs. Also, I have left some hints for things and people; catching them is like injecting some nitrous to the motivation engine!

Going to call it a 6 my time, eat, and start working. Also have a little treat in an interlude with Lucy, our favorite slimy owner of a Curio shop, and Gormlaith's necklace.

Last chance to make your voice heard.

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Calling it.

>>6394558
>>6394604
>>6394757

> Drug dealer has goods, if blondei has coin.

Writing after. Nearly done with quick interlude.

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“… I think we might as well see what he is selling. We outnumber him anyway. I wanted some more ‘secret sauce’ for our little mad scientist’s brews.”, you suggested to a shrug and "Sure," from Emmy and a significantly more hesitant “If you think it is smart, bigger big sis.”, from Macy.

“Good choice, girls. I am your best friend as long as you are friendly with me and my associates. Chongo! They seem cool; come on out!”

At the shout a boy… no. This was a mountain of muscle and flesh in human form that skulked out from a nearby alcove. Shit! This guy had to be nearly 6 and a half feet of Wizard! Probably smart to not have jumped the lanky blond with dreads.

“Ladies, Chongo. My right-hand man. Best buddy. Chongo, there are… ah… I guess I should get your names if we are going to do some business?”

"Right, I, I suppose. Jennifer. If you turn out to not be a creep or scummy, you get to use Jenn.”

“Emily. Em it you don’t give me the ick and I like you.”

“A-ah. I’m Macy, one their little sister. Just Macy is good.”, the cinnamon-haired girl said with her head peeking from behind you, where she had clamped on after the giant’s entrance.

“But? Impressive, very impressive. Smart to have someone watching your back, Kinggy. But turnabout is fair play. You are good, bigger little sis!”, you lightly shouted out and had Aubrey round the corner while holstering her wand and Meridies “You might have a Chongo, but we have an 'Brey.”, you said with a smirk while lighting up one of the few darts you had left with your wand tip. Time to look tough if this silly-dressed boy wanted to act tough, negotiations on pricing and such had already begun whether he knew it or not. Had your smug grin shot through when the taller, dread-headed boy yelled out in fear.

“OH SHIT! Thompson! It’s a sting! Run, Chongo, you big beautiful bastard! Run like the wind, Chongo!”, the tall boy with dumb hair and shades shouted. Tried to start to flee but almost instantly got hit with and Impedimenta jinx by Emmy, even as Macy hissed about smoking and bad luck.

“Boss!”, the giant blond-haired boy shouted out and ran back to help his "Boss."

“Shit, shit! This isn’t a sting! ‘Brey’s with me! She's fine! Calm your bitch tits!”, you shouted. “We are interested in some business, nothing more. Finite Incantum! Just chill, man. ‘Brey is one of the cool Prefects and part of our Coven. Knows we need everything we can get so we can protect the kids and the School. Keep them safe. Sometimes, it means dealing with guys like you or future Dark Lords like Blackthorn. Bitches like Ley.”

Now freed from your twin’s sorcery by you, King regained his footing and turned with the man-mountain putting himself in front of the smaller guy.

>>6395929

“If she is so ‘cool’ why did I spend a month in detention with my off-campus privileges revoked for that long too? You know how hard that made work for me? I even had to write a 20-page paper over why what I did was wrong!”, the thing guy yelled out from behind his bodyguard.

“Because I wouldn’t really care if you just wanted some Goblin Pipe weed, a joint, for yourself, but you had dozens of little baggies measured out! Were selling it! You are lucky that is all you got; Travis and I even pleaded for some clemency since you might have just been doing something dumb!”, Aubrey countered.

“Like you can talk! You sell your pills like candy around test time but have never even had a slap on the wrist! Nepo-baby!”

“To help people, that’s why no one cares! Plenty have ADHD but are untreated or take far too many courses and need a little boost! I donate anything I make to the chapel, not buy gaudy jewelry and designer sneakers! And my stuff is safe, prescription!”

“So is mine! You think I want customers ODing from some bad Demon Salt or Wizard Pepper? Getting hooked on Memaw powder? I never sell to kids or people down bad on something; I make them get clean if they want more!”, King countered. “And Chongo has been fuming for almost half a year, Thompson.”

“You got the Boss busted. Others in our familia ended up in trouble. I don’t like that, girly. I have had a bone to pick with you since then.”, Chongo said in a voice like an avalanche but with more eloquence than a name like Chongo might suggest. No poet but you kind of expected him to speak in caveman.

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“Likewise. You sicked goons on Chris and went after Anna yourself, big boy, because you were too scared to go after me! The goon squad was lucky as all Hell they got only some bruises, were stunned, or had lacerations, a few little pokes. Just sending four was really, really dumb. I see why King is the brains of the operation. Chris acts goofy and stays in the novice division to help newbies, but he has been with the League as long as I have. He didn’t even draw Kẻ Cắt Mây or all that would have been left in that room would be jerk smoothy.”, Aubrey said with a hard edge and advanced close to the giant light-haired boy. “And YOU, big guy? Trying to jump Anna? The second you noticed her ears and nails grow out, you should have just turned around and ran, since she already knew you were there and going to try something. Anna is a living Sneak-O-Scope, after all. But? I bet it was a fun surprise when that sucker punch you nailed her with just made her laugh and say you hit like a bitch while you were on your back, wondering what just hit you in the face three times quicker than you could see. And after pulling your wand? She showed me a Pensive of everything. Anna stays in the lower division to help the little ones, those who are not confident. To give confidence to them, teach them, not because she's weak. She is nice because she can afford to be nice, as strong as she really is. I thought the concussion she gave you might have made you smarter, and I would have accepted leaving it at that. Guess it didn't if you have been itching for a go with me.”

“Hey! Hey! I can tell there is some history here we don’t know, bad blood, but Jenn wasn’t lying. We are here for business. We have cash; you might have things we want or need to get prepared!”, Emmy shouted and got between the two parties. “We can be very loyal customers, but this dick measuring shit needs to stop, right, sis?”

“Damn right, sis. But you feel it too, Em. That we aren’t getting shit done if the air isn’t cleared. How’s this: we are looking for one thing in particular. If you have other cool stuff, great. But we will buy it at a fair rate, a sign of trust, if you have any. You show us this interesting place. We can get off to a great new start, guys, if we put history where it belongs: in the past. To do that, how about-

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>Tomorrow before detention, Chongo and ‘Brey get any hard feeling out. One match, hand to hand. She wins we get one time discount, an adjusted price on what we buy today and you show us the good stuff. He wins and we’ll put up some money as a bet; still want to see the good shit though. Win-win.

>Same as above but me and you as well, King, as their leaders. Wands. You are putting some money up on our match and so will I. Nothing against you, but we have to do what we would ask others to do. Cheating is on the table; you doubt he will duel fair

>Right here, right now, let them duke it out. All of you are tired from the League but you believed in ‘Brey and Macy’s ability to help her out with an “enhanced” sports drink beforehand. Same with the discount and bet on our end

>Same as above but you and King too. Jenny is not available today due to this morning. Cheating is on the table since you doubt he is going to fight fair. A man after your own heart

>Just get your blow, anything else useful he might have on him at full price and walk away after he shows you the adventurous little spot. The hard feelings may fester into something worse but you have your hook-up for now. You can earn the trust needed to see the good crap he doesn’t or physically can’t carry with him by being a good customer

>Write in

>King will be available a good amount of the time w/o needing to use an activity spot regardless, following an initial transaction. On occasion, based on a roll, he might be unavailable due to any number of things

>I am not being very granular with money. J.K.s stuff is r-tard. It will mostly just be measured in what proportion of your allowances/extra cash/ pooled resources you have vs an item. I.E. something might cost half you and Em’s allowance or it might be small enough it is either negligible or just keeps you from buying something that says “would cost your entire allowance” since some is gone now. Plus, plenty of QM fiat. Yes J.K. a coin of pure gold at least ¼ an oz. is the equivalent of 20 pounds. Brilliant.

>I will try to finish up the interlude with Gormlaith’s necklace getting checked tonight but I have been busy and may need a nap

>>6395938
>>Tomorrow before detention, Chongo and ‘Brey get any hard feeling out. One match, hand to hand. She wins we get one time discount, an adjusted price on what we buy today and you show us the good stuff. He wins and we’ll put up some money as a bet; still want to see the good shit though. Win-win.

>>6395938
>Tomorrow before detention, Chongo and ‘Brey get any hard feeling out. One match, hand to hand. She wins we get one time discount, an adjusted price on what we buy today and you show us the good stuff. He wins and we’ll put up some money as a bet; still want to see the good shit though. Win-win.
this is bound to be interesting...

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>>6396109

If by "interesting" you mean a 5'8 and thin girl going against a 6'6 giant then yes. If by "interesting" you mean said giant has been a total gym rat and juicing since a girl even shorter nearly knocked his lights out and then showed how good she really is with a wand, then yes. If by "interesting," you think said thin girl has abnormal strength and speed and has been training in close-quarters combat since she was a kid, yes.

With their bonuses it shouldn't be a total blow out, and some good-natured potion-based cheating is on the table since your part-snake-girl instincts says King and Chongo aren't playing fair.

>>6395938

>Tomorrow before detention, Chongo and ‘Brey get any hard feeling out. One match, hand to hand. She wins we get one time discount, an adjusted price on what we buy today and you show us the good stuff. He wins and we’ll put up some money as a bet; still want to see the good shit though. Win-win.

Alright, this looks interesting.

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Not sure if I will get more than 3 votes for another thing, but feel free to vote, lurkers. The interlude should be up post-dinner before I try and sleep some.

Have a completely unrelated Merula.

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Going to call it.

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>>6396109
>>6395959

A showdown tomorrow and the pissing contest is done, one way or another.

Will write some choices then.

Gormlaith's necklace interlude in a few minutes after a final check

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Interlude: Lucerne and the Necklace of Gormlaith Gaunt ft. Alester Grimsly

You were back there. Knockturn Alley, the gloomy mirror to the normal bright and inviting Diagon Alley proper; a place filled with ugly mugs, villainously dressed and roguish looking men and women, and more pertinent to you? A certain shop run by an “old friend” you had helped avoid a lengthy prison sentence by convincing him to rat on some of his patrons who purchased illegal Magic/Muggle tech combos with enchantments bordering on Dark. Some that fully crossed that line, as well as some simple artifacts of a Cursed nature or would endanger the Statute of Secrecy.

You naturally, as an upstanding member of the community and Deputy Director of Muggle Affairs, could not be seen consorting with this lot and so you dawned a tried-and-true disguise. It was similar to the last, though with a few modifications. More posh robes in all black. A walking stick with a silver snake for the handle you pulled from your vault as it had a nasty trick or two. Named spells to change your hair to silver and face some. Eyes a killing green with a scar running down one. A curled and manicured mustache.

You were taught in Auror boot camp to never use the same exact disguise twice, so this one was different from your last, but this was near enough Grimsly should recognize it was you. So, you put on your best arrogant noble act, not far from the mark aside from the arrogance, and made good use of your Occlumency training to become that person as you made your way down to the end of a side street to enter Grimsly’s Curios like you owned the place. Went to the counter and called for your “old friend”.

“Grimsly! Chap! Old friend!", I have some important business.”

“Oi, oi I'm comin—motherfucking…" the tall man with greasy slicked back black hair said. Then, quietly,

“Sanders? That’s you, right? Come to shake me down again?”, he whispered out since there were a few patrons browsing or with small baskets of dubiously legal curios or such.

“Nothing of the sort. And you know I did happen to lose a couple sacks of Galleons, which I assume were never found, which happened to be a pretty fair amount. Kept you from any trouble from that ‘thing’ you accidentally were given. But? Business. Quite type. Think you might close up a bit early for a ‘friend’ and set a small but heavy sack on the counter, which was swiftly pulled down below before the shopkeeper shouted out something.

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“Oi, mates! Fine patrons! Going to have to shut up shop a tad early; just got a Patronus about a family member being admitted to St. Mungo’s! If you have purchases to make, please make yer way up front; anything you were considering, I can hold till opening ‘morrow. Otherwise, have a fine night, and remember Grimsly’s has whatever you could ever want or can get it so long as it is all Ministry ‘pproved and such!”, and a few people came to check out their hauls or have him hold items of interest for them. A few short minutes later and the shop was emptied as you checked, and Grimsly flipped the placard on his door to closed, hit it with security Charms and privacy ones while you checked for bugs. Found a small dark marble that pinged in the pocket of a nice set of robes, which you destroyed, and that the crystal ball on the counter had a viewing Charm on it. Summoned up a cloth to cover it.

“Really have to be more careful, Alester.”, you chided.

“Ey, didn’t know about that little thing some malcontent stuck in me robe section, and the orb is mine. Lets me see all over me shop. Got the set up for a steal from a bloke named Fox. Some hoity-toity aristocrat didn’t need the setup anymore, it seems, and now I can spot those urchins coming to rob me blind of my fantastic, completely legal baubles!”

“Fox? One eye? Looks like a cartoon villain?”, you asked, a little perturbed he was already out of the clink.

“Yeah. Know the bloke? Sold me a couple other tings, said he wouldn’t need ‘em for his new job.”

“Yes, Alester, I do know the most notorious thief in the Magical world; had a run in once or twice. And… somehow, he is now teaching at my girl’s school for some insane reason. Ahhhhhh… Regardless? I need a little curio my darlings discovered checked. They and their friend, Coven as they put it check it with every thing they knew. So did I and all I got were normal Charms, some protective I think but other Magic I have no clue about.”, and you set another small bag of Galleons down along with the blackened triquetra necklace onto the counter. “Can I count on my ‘old friend’ to make sure it isn’t Dark, Cursed?”

"Well, it seems a fair price and should be simple. Give me a few in the back. Feel free to browse. That theify fellow sold a few more tings, mostly gone but there are still a nice pair of thin gloves with a fun enchantment, some new stock, and a nice set o’ vintage robes ye might like. Go ‘head and look about. Be done in a jif, mate.”, the greasy man said and retreated through a door behind the counter.

>>6397030

You took up the offer, if only to make sure everything on the racks was on the up and up. Did find those gloves, which were quite handsome, as well as the robes which had to be almost 200 years old but were in perfect condition and fit like a glove. Ha, might get something out of this aside from some peace of mind regarding your daughter’s discovery, though you did hear some very crass cursing from the back, a number of odd sounds, and spells. Brought up the gloves, robes, and a simple but nice topaz and silver ring ‘Meri would like to the counter and waited. Kept waiting far longer than a “jif”. Eventually, Alester returned with…

“Is that fucking Moody’s fake eye!?”, you all but shouted with a hand on your wand.

“Wot. ‘Course not. That would involve grave robbin’ and you know I am on the straight and narrow! Just a replica that Fox fellow sold me for a bargin; they god a bit popular after the Potter boy’s middle autobiography came out. What are the chances? Hear his resting place is under guard constantly and such. Good at detecting the Dark, still.”, And he popped the prosthetic off.

Of course. What were the chances a master thief stole Moody’s own eye and left a fake in its place… okay that very well might be the real deal but you had other things on your mind.

“Ah, though. See you found some things of interest among all th’ other treasures Grimsly’s Curios houses. Robe is from 1880s. Belonged to an old Headmaster of Hogwarts, basic charms and helps hide ya’ in the dark. Ring is just what it is; belonged to some member of Russian Magic nobility, nothing special besides being a sight. Gloves? Put one on your left hand; try dancing a coin twixt you knuckle after pushing some juice in.

So, you tried, though you were never good with tricks like that, but to your surprise, you performed it with ease.

“Cursed, technically. That part comes in a minute. But increases yer dexterity till the side effect hits.”, he said and suddenly there were pins and needles all through that hand.

“Overstimulates dem nerves to make you Mr. Wonder Fingers.”, Grimsly said as you ripped the glove off and began drawing your wand with your good hand. “Calm yer tits, goes away in a minute. Just a side effect. Tha’ Fox fellow said he found an upgrade. Thought ye might like em since I knows you like them Muggle autos. But? ‘Old friend’? Sanders? About dis necklace?”

“What about it, Alester? Is it Dark? Cursed? Dangerous for my girls to get back?”

“Would I have it in me bare mitts if it were? No. Nuffing I could find like that. But? Never bring dis bloody thing through those doors again. Never. I don’t care if I have to fight you, Potter, and every copper in th’ Ministry, Sanders.”, the greasy, rat-like man said with such conviction it made you dry swallow some.

“What! It’s that dangerous?!”

>Pic completely unrelated, just cute.

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“No. Far as I can tell, while some unsavory Magic may have been used in enchanting the ting? It is the opposite of dangerous. From what I could find, ting is a powerful protective to whom it is keyed to. No clue who dat might be: specific person, member of a certain house, gender, if you have a mole on your left ass cheek. Can’t tell. And that is why dis is never coming back in my shop; because? I can’t figure it out. There is Magic, seent it, poked it some, but I do not know what it is or does. Old, old Magic, mate, and I do not like things I can’t figure out. Understand.”

“Ah…ah yes. I detected something on it I didn’t recognize too.”, you said with a bit of relief mixed with apprehension.

“Sanders? You wiggled your wand around and said the standard spells they teach ministry blokes. I am a professional. 30 years of doing this job. Salutatorian at Hogwarts, former Ravenclaw. I know Enchantments, Curses, Hexes, Curse-breaking, Ritual Magic, Ancient Ruins and three dead languages; five living ones. I don’t normally let patrons behind the counter but I’ll make an exception for an ‘old friend’.”, Alester said and tapped his wand to the side and lifted up a flip-down countertop to lead you into his back room. “You didn’t come back with them Auror cunts when you and 'em busted me; too busy riffling through my stock for contraband, which I am sure never made it to the Ministry. But? This is the difference between me saying there is Magic there I don’t get and you saying it.”

The back of the shop, past a heave steel door… it looked like a mad scientist’s lab collided with a jeweler, potion shop, Alchemist’s altierier, a clothier, and a demolitions lab. A dozen odd machines and apparatuses lined each wall, and the place almost hummed with Magic.

“This, Sanders, is why I do not want that thing near me; I will end up in the loony bin. I tried every tool and spell I have and there are still things I am missing. Know are there but cannot figure how they fit into the puzzle. I know it can be a protective. It is basically invincible from trying to get a sample. It is a twin, one to another, made at the same time by the same hand. It is woven with potent Magic for who every it is keyed to. A slightly newer Magic seems laid on it to key it to some other Magic but I can’t tell more. Who every laid the enchantments, the ones not originally part of it I think was terribly powerful and skilled; this thing should have blown up from all the power invested and without Runes at that. And, it will not heat, though it appears by weight and volume to be silver? Two Ancient Runes appear at the bottom: G.G.”

A triquetra from America. Ilvermorny. With initials. G.G.

You were no expert on American Magical history but had been there any number of times. Picked some things up.

G.G.

Gormlaith Gaunt.

>Pic I should have attached but just woke up.

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>>6397040

And it reacted to you and your beautiful girls.

Damn it. You… you would need to go back there; relive the fight again, your parents dying as they tried to protect you… see how much of the family tree tapestry survived.

“Oi? You ‘kay, mate? Ya zoned out for a minute.”, the rat-like shopkeeper asked while snapping his fingers in front of you. “‘Right so tour is over, back in front of the counter. Here is that infernal necklace back.”

“So, it is safe?”, you asked in finality while putting the small thing, which seemed to weigh so much more now, into a pocket.

“ ‘Old Friend”? We live in the Magical world. Nothing is ‘Safe’. Tings are only as safe as the person with ‘em. It isn’t Dark or Cursed with what I can tell. It was meant to be worn, so safe ‘nuff. You also owe me for three lenses that blew up looking at tha’ odd Magic.”

“Send an invoice to my office. Should be able to find a way to expense it. I appreciate it, Grimsly.”, and set a final small sack on the counter for your items. Had the taller man dismiss their anti-shoplifting Charm.

“So this the part your voice changes up and I get me head smashed against the wood, Sanders?”, the greasy man asked in a sarcastic tone.

“Not today. I have some thinking to do.”, and with that you just silently exited. Apparated away to undo the changes to your face, hair, and eyes and put on your normal work robes to head back to the most wonderful wife ever made; decide how much of what the girls, the Headmistress, said and you figured out she could handle at one time with out Apparating over and trying to bring the girls and Macy back to Britian. Burn Ilvermorny to the ground.

Fuck.

At least you could still mog, as Emmy said, Weasly at the department picnic with 'Meri on your arm and would have your new car this weekend, her name to be given by her someday.

Silver linings. Silver linings.

oh shit, so we got HER necklace AND its got "something to protect"...now thats interesting...