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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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“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.

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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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>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...