And… you would never really be able to angry, that you and Emmy’s souls were like they were even if could be annoying some, made you ashamed that you had hurt her some. Potter had said they “touched”; a nice and easy way to say it, but that wasn’t perfectly correct you think. “Mixed” you think is a better term. And if they were? It had to have caused some damage, to be… no. You would never have thoughts like those.

Not about the one person in the world you cared more for than any single other.

If getting to have Emmy meant your soul was hurt from the start, you didn’t care.

Worth it, to always feel how much she loved you back.

Went ahead and rubbed your little ruby ring a bit to focus as you hit the Wampus Cat Halls.

Some people near the boys’ building were tossing an American football around and midway to the girls’ own hall, some seemed to be flirting with their female Housemates. A few were practicing some simple spells, in the case of the younger kids, out on the lawns. You waved at few of the boys as you checked out the building architecture some; quite similar to your own. A couple of the guys looked cute, which was nice. Got a catcall from one before his friend elbowed him in the ribs.

Haha. Even if your life had been turned upside down, you would never say no to guys or girls thinking you looked good. Then?

A pair that looked about your age stopped playing with the football and jogged over to say hi, slightly sweaty and smiling, as you went a bit further down the little well-maintained lane to get closer to the girl’s side and take a look over there.

“Hey! Hi!”

“Hello, boys.”, you were trying to get used to how outgoing these Americans could be.

“Hey! I’m John. My rude friend who whistled at you is Coriolis; goes by Cory. And? Hey? Were you the one who nearly blew up the dueling pitch? You look familiar.”, the slightly taller dark-haired boy asks.

“I… I mean it is mostly okay, right?”

“Aside from the big hole, burnt lawn. Stuff like that. Saw you when we were over there. Ah, sorry I don’t recall…”

“Jennifer. If I like you, you will get to call me Jenn.”, you say with a hair of a smile… you know there were bigger things to deal with, but yeah? They looked decent enough.

“Wicked, Jennifer.”, the second boy, the one with lightly red-blond hair, Cory, said. Smiled at you, even if both he and his friend were keeping a bit back. Well? They pasted the first test at least; you couldn’t stand pushy guys. “So? Just kind of moseying around? Need help finding anything?”

“Pretty sure I mostly know where I’m going. Like to explore some, anyway. Was just heading by the Residence Halls. Get some thinking in before heading back to Thunderbird.”

“Oh. Ah.”

“But…, I wouldn’t mind walking with a couple of people for a few minutes, I suppose. Trying to make some friends, since I’m new. If you are offering.”

“Yeah, sounds great; will point out a couple of things on the way if you want.”, the taller one says and smiles. “It’s a cute accent, by the way. Haven’t met very many people from England before.”

“A bit forward, aren’t we?”, you respond even as you blush just a tad, giggle some.

“Ah. Sorry. I do like it though; sounds fancy. Just let me and Cory toss the ball back, grab some water.”

A few minutes later the three of you were heading down the lane. Waved at some of the Wampus Cat girls. Learned a bit about them while giving some details about yourself, like the fact you had a mirror image running around while cautioning them she will probably try and pretend to be you to mess with them at some point.

Found out John was from St. Louis, a half-blood and that Cory was from Texas and muggle-born, which made you stop for a second which boys at your side mirrored.

“Wait. I thought everyone from down there wore cowboy boots and a ten-gallon hat, had a six-shooter on them, and used way more slang; had a much different accent.

“And I thought everyone from Britain dressed fancy 24-7, held their noses up at people; insisted on being addressed as Lord or Lady.”

“Hey! Mean.”

“Just pulling your chain. I mean I do have all those but I try to reign in my hick talk; family is from a small farming town so we do kind of talk like that, so I try to speak a tad more normal, usually. I can whip up a mean smoked brisket, though. That stereotype is true. And… everything is bigger in Texas; every- ouch!”

And he gets an elbow in the ribs again, his buddy berating him for sexually harassing a girl he just met.

“Ha! Pretty cool. You two are fun.”

They weren’t there terribly long, only walked part way to the Puckwudgie Halls with you since you had mentioned you wanted some time to just think and explore, but the pair did seem mostly polite, didn’t try and push it through John had suggested hanging out in the future some, wanted to meet your sisters which you tentatively agreed to before they left. Got shown a little fishing pond stocked with fanged trout and was supposedly haunted by the ghost of a student who fell in and was devoured by them…

You did vaguely hear them whisper when they thought they were out of ear shot, something about you having a nice butt.

Heh.

Oh well, they were 16 and you were hot. Just a compliment.

You didn’t recognize anybody in front of the boy’s Pukwudgie building. Didn’t think Carl wanted you to call on him. Decided to just find him before DADA to apologize, if nothing else.

You did run into Anna-Beth around the girls Hall, though, and felt a slight hesitance; fear, now that you had learned she was a werewolf.

Tensed up, when she came to say hi.

And? Realized you were being stupid, judging her for something she had no control over; fuck. You might as well sneer at a Muggleborn, a no-maj. Judging someone like that would make mom and daddy ashamed of you, which you couldn’t stand the thought of. Anna-Beth had never hurt anyone apparently, was always safe when it was time to turn.

You and Emmy where partially non-human…part of you a species known for slaying humans, killing even their mates sometimes? It was dumb to think like that at best, hypocritical even. And?

From what you had seen, the brown-haired girl seemed very kind. Took it easy on Macy, even if it cost her the match in the League.

It make you cast your eyes down for a second, kind of sick with yourself. Ashamed.

“It’s okay. I understand. Don’t feel bad. And if you don’t want to be friends, that is okay too.”

“W-what?”

“Because you know I have lycanthropy. I get that a lot from people… I know it bothers them; scares them when they find out, even if it has become better over the years, after the War and stuff.”, the somewhat petite brunette girl says, smiling. Canines a bit sharper than normal which you just noticed, grinning like it was nothing. That people could be afraid of her and yet… she still seemed a little sad.

“Aubrey, she said she had told me?”

“No. She would have, though. I would have let you know too, when we knew each other a little more. Someone else would have too, before long anyway. But… no. Even in my human skin, some of my senses are better than normal. Hearing. Scent. I could smell a little fear sweat when I came close. Figured that was the only reason for it to be there was because you knew.”

“I’m… sorry. That wasn’t right of me, Anna-Beth. I… I shouldn’t think like that. That is not how I was raised, to judge people for things they can’t control, didn’t choose. And? Me and Emmy are part Veela; great-grandma was one, though I never met her. It… I can be dumb sometimes.”, you kind of sputter out as she moves away from you some, backs away.

“It is okay. I’m used to it by now. It happened when I was 7. When I was bitten; plenty of time to adapt to it. Most people are understanding but plenty aren’t and it is okay. And I don’t care if people know about my affliction, you know? Everyone here does. I just am what I am.”

No.

You would not accept it; even if you did feel a bit of instinctual fear, you were still a proud owner of red-trimmed Hogwarts robes; the House of the Brave. Even if you still felt some lingering unease, you were better than that, could face down fear.

“It is not okay; I’m sorry. Hey, want to go sit down for a minute on that bench under the willow tree? Walking around some, feet are a little sore; I could stand to sit for a minute. We can chat for a bit.”

“Sure? I wouldn’t be offended or anything if-“, and you come closer to her, to the side of Anna-Beth and lead her over.

Sat next to her. Closely.

“I’m part Veela. Doesn’t really affect me or Emmy much… still there though. Mom is a quarter… she does get feisty on days. Still love her; would have loved great grandma, if I ever met her… Can I give you a quick little hug? To apologize? Please? Then… could you tell me if there any cool thing around your Hall?”

The rather small girl, she looked down then came up; smiled again, though this one was filled by warmth.

“If you want to, even though I said it is okay. And sure, I don’t mind. Not too many interesting things right around here. The small patch of willows we are at are nice, peaceful. A couple of older building no one really uses from way back. A couple of small apiaries in back… oh? And we have a cat named Paws, because of the little white feet.”

“I bet Aubrey loves him.”

“Her. And yes. She comes by most mornings to give Paws some left overs. Always walks with me to classes when she can, ‘Brey.”

And so, you wrapped your arm around her for a couple of seconds before just sitting and chatting just a tad.

“Jennifer so, we can be friends and stuff?”

“Only if you just call me Jenn.”, you respond.

“Then I’m just Anna.”

“Cool, Anna. But I did want to finish up, look around the Horned Serpent area. See you in class?”

“Yep.”

With that, you bid the kind and slightly demure werewolf girl farewell, hit up the Horned Serpent area. Once again, very similar looking buildings.

I need 3 rolls of 1d100+5 (from keeping your eyes open for anything that might help with the quest for the wand)

DC 75

Also, Happy Thanksgiving yall.

89 vs a DC of 75. Pass.
6 vs a DC 100 and to determine a random event for the near future.

All the areas around the other houses seemed to have their own certain “aura” for lack of a better word; this one seemed quiet, peaceful almost like a library. Plenty of benches around where people could read or study in the sun while enjoying a bit of nature. Not too bad you thought. Not bad. And you recall Vu was in this House, so you went up to the boy’s Hall, up the steps, to check and see if he was there and maybe wanted to chat for a bit. Apologize to Travis if you could.

However, right before knocking, you noticed something when you glance down at the stone porch as you got yourself in the right state of mind to call on them. And? There was an odd symbol seemingly set in the stone with silver. You recognized the trinity knot, but this was within a circle, inside of a triangle and had a line right down the center going down from the vertex and extending just past the bottom.

None of the other Halls had had something like that that you had seen.

Kneeling down to get a closer look, you nearly had a heart attack the doors suddenly opened and you fell straight back onto your butt; were very glad you weren’t wearing a skirt. When you stared up, a familiar face was looking down at you. Travis, the one who had started you on the search for your apparent ancestor’s lost wand.

“Jenn!? What are you doing in front of our door? If you are looking for Chris, he is out. Or did Aubrey put you up to trying to spy on me, booby-trap the doors, or… whatever let me help you up.”, and offered his hand which you did accept as he pulled you up. Fuck, he was strong!

“Ah. Travis. I, mean, I was just getting a look at all the other Halls. I wouldn’t mind having seen him and chatting but? I did also want to see if I could find you. Apologize. For you know, the accident, at the League, too.”

“It is… okay. No more dust bombs, even if it was effective, but it isn’t like you had any idea he was going to use an [i]Incendio[/i]; Carl is at fault too, for using a spell like that [i]bombarda[/i] with so much power in it afterword. I talked to him already. Just be more careful, okay?”, the sandy hair boy said in a tired voice.

Yes, of course, of course you didn’t know… yep.

“Thanks. But, yeah checking everywhere out, really. Exploring. But hey, a question? I saw the other Halls. Why is yours the only one with this silver symbol? Didn’t notice it anywhere else and all the Halls are mostly the same looking, aside from window placement or maybe some decorations.

“What symbol? They are all basically the same on the outside, anyway, yeah.”

“Uh? The one you are nearly stepping on? At your feet?”, you responded, like he was a moron, despite apparently having the best grades last year for the guys if he was Head Boy now.

“There’s nothing there, Jenn. I’ve been coming in and out of the place for six years, am looking down right now. Crap, maybe that explosion was worse than it seemed. I’ll take you to the Infirmary, I’ll-“

“I’m not messed up, crazy! It is right there!”, you all but yell and you bend down to literally point it out for him. Tapped your finger to where the line extends past the circle. The second you do?

Bright blue light flows into the symbol, illuminating it for maybe a second before it abruptly fades and you kind of hear an ‘eep’ coming from where the girl’s dorm is, like 30 feet off to the left where it looked like a girl was walking inside at the same moment.

“W-what!?”, Travis shouted softly, as you pulled back your hand; you felt your magic drain just then.

“Oh, shit… Didn’t know that would happen. But you saw it then, right?”, you ask and back up some.

“You… yeah, for a second… but it’s gone now. You can still see it?”

“I-Its still there, yeah; all in silver. The hell?”

“You tell me.”

“I’ve only been here for like three days! You tell [i]me[/i] Mr. Horned Serpent Head Boy!”, you hissed out, ran your hand through your straw blonde hair. “Why on Earth can’t you…did it…”, and as your breathing came back under control you began to think some. It’s not like you were… special.

Oh.

“I think I want to check something. You can send a Patronus, right?”

“Yeah, yeah, I can.”, your sandy haired associate says, pensive look on his face.

“Then send one to my twin; tell her to get her butt over here ASAP. There is mystery afoot and it might just be related to the thing we were going to talk about.”

“Hey! I haven’t even said I wanted to go and try to find it yet!”

“But you do, don’t you? Travy?”, you say, and excited warmth filling your belly. Even if this mystery wasn’t related, it was still cool!

“F-Fine. Just, I guess we will hang out on the yards till she gets here.”, he says with a sight before flicking his wand so that a silver and white racoon burst out then disappeared into shining mist.

Will post the rest in a bit but I have to do stuff for a bit, then a couple of choices

Maybe 10 minutes later, a sweaty and slightly perturbed Emmy strutted up to you and Travis who had been discussing the odd symbol which right now only you could see normally; while he caught a look at it when you had set it off, he didn’t have time to really take it in. You had tried to sketch it out some but you sucked at drawing and some parts were more complicated than just the basics of it so you got nowhere fast.

“Alright. What the heck is important enough to interrupted practice when Quidditch try outs are in like two days?”, your huffy mirror demanded.

“Oh, you know. Just maybe a key to finding the thing. [i]That thing.[/i] Or, heck, maybe something even cooler! I need you to come look at something, here in front of the doors to Travis’ Hall.”, you tell her while rolling your eyes and leading her there while the tall Head Boy kind of shooed people off then sealed up the doors there for a minute using his privileges.

“Look down, right there, Emmy. See anything?”

“The frick I mean its just… stone…. What the crap is thar?! It’s hard to make out, but there is something there. Some symbol? Sigel?”, Emmy whispers out.

“Yeah. And? Look at this. Block people from peeking, Travy.”, you say while bending down

“I really had that nick name, you know.”

“Deal.”, and so with him in front of you and kneeling sister, put your finger in the same spot as before with the symbol once more glowing for a moment.

“Oh crap! Really saw it then.”, Emmy says in a loud whisper.

“Yeah…. And I have and idea. Travy, can you take my sis over to the girl’s Hall? Em, if there is one there to, do what I just did then come back over. Okay?”

So, a few minutes later, after the head boy had cleared people away at the girl’s building and you saw from a distance a raised hand; the signal it was there too and Emmy was about to touch it. A moment later, your silver inlay briefly flared to life before fading back.

Hah!

You were a fucking genius! You tapped the one in front of you, got a thumbs up from across the lawn in return; theirs flashed too it seems.

Perfect.

A couple of minutes later, Emmy and Travis were back and all three of you were off to the side of the hall.

“Okay! So they are connected. We know that. We know me and Emmy can see them. So my sug-“

“No. It is the middle of the day. I know my house isn’t the most outdoorsy, but people are still around; we have no clue what happens if both are done together.”, Travis say, putting his foot down. “But… seeing it again? I recognize that image from somewhere. Can’t recall where and the triquetra is a prominent symbol for Ilvermorny. If we want to try anything? It has to be at night. After curfew, when there aren’t people around.”

“Then tonight, we see what is up with it. And we can bring our little sis, Macy; she is a fricking genius and has like a photographic memory. This has to be important!”, Emmy chimed in.

“What she said. Come on. Even if it isn’t related to the wand, this is cool; a freaking unsolved mystery that it looks like people didn’t even know was right there!”

“You… and you. Puppy dog eyes don’t work on me. But… fine. We meet here after lights out, 1 hour. Problem is, only the Head Boy and Girl can be out that late to patrol or prefects. And getting out of your Hall? Security enchantments.”

“Huh… prefects, you said? And they could get us out and back into our Hall. I wonder if there is a certain prefect in Thunderbird we know, Jenn?

“Just might be, Emmy.”, you say with a little smirk.

“Oh. Oh no. Absolutely not!”, the tall dark-haired boy cries out.

“Well, I did say we might need her help. And Aubrey may be nuts but I think she can keep her mouth shut. Knows the place like the back of her hand. Probably has the Caretaker’s, Pukwudgie security, and other prefects’ routes memorized, “just in case”. And hell, maybe something she read in the Quibbler just so happened to mention a symbol like that one?”

“Oh, Merlin’s fucking beard…”

Ask Aubrey to help sneak you out; she will want to come. (You can decide how much to tell her about looking for the wand, the odd sigils, ect. Obviously not you and your twin probably being direct decedents of Slytherin) Safer.

Yeah… maybe not. You can get Travis to sneak all the way over, undo the enchantments which would detect you leaving, come and let you back in. Riskier.

Write in

Second vote:

Macy, she already knows about you, what is going on. And you weren’t leaving her out of an adventure again. She is also brilliant; might figure out something you couldn’t, recognize that symbol.

Macy… she might hate you later but… if there was even a hint of danger? You were going to try and keep her safe, as much as possible. She could help in other, safer ways later; you don’t think this will be dangerous but still…

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“Alright. So, here is the plan. Meet up with the girls, give them the low down… maybe not everything in Aubrey’s case, just enough to convince her. Lights out are at 12, so we will meet right where we are now at 1am, very end of the witching hour. Then we see what we can figure out. You let the Horned Serpent prefects know you’ll handle this area around that time Travis? Can’t do much about Caretakers or the security but that is why we are bringing Aubrey. Its going to be dark as crap so… I bet Macy can whip up some Cat’s Eye potions by then for us if we need. Perfect. Excellent! HAHAHAHA!”, you instruct in you most commanding tone followed by a classic witch cackle for good measure.

“Why the hell am I taking orders from a 16-year-old girl who got here three days ago when I am the Head Boy?”

“Because I’m pretty! And brilliant!”

“Well, at least the first part is correct…”, he mumbled out as the three of you split up.

“Oh? Want to say that again?”, you coo out some, turning to where he was walking away.

“I said I must be crazy.”

“Crazy for amazing blondes with great butts maybe! Heh, heh.”, and he just covers his face and ups his speed.

“Jenn. That was kind of mean. I mean, you are probably doing the thing to him which is starving his brain of blood, making him do dumb things.”, Emmy chides.

“Oh like you haven’t batted your eyelashes at a few prefects to get out of detention! Like the day before we left you let the Ravenclaw boy eye you up with no bra under your shirt so we did get in trouble, slut.”

“Brandon is nice! I am a chaste and pure Huf-, well Thunderbird maiden! And its different when I do it!”, your little twin shouted in indignation.

“And what exactly is so different?”

“Because I’m the one who’s doing it, hussy!”

Then, the both of you just giggled some as you made it back… home you suppose. Might as well get used to thinking about it like that for the next year.

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Back at the Hall, you just kind of did a bit of reading to catch up on what you missed until Macy came back, escorted by another girl in her Potions thing which was nice of the older looking girl then went to check out the package David had sent. Took it upstairs to look at it together with Emmy.

Inside you found three small boxes of very good, very expensive truffles, one for each of you. A plain but clearly fancy blue box that when you opened it, had 3 sets of earrings; little rings for your and Emmy’s upper ears and normal ones for Macy, small gems all in your old House colors set in the silver of them, and a folded note.

[i]Hello from back home! Hope the lot of you are enjoying America so far and that no one has been shot yet. I love the mug, been drinking my morning tea with it every day. Hope to put it to better use soon, after mother and father stop keeping an eye on me 24/7. I did convince them to let me go on a little trip to the Alley. Saw these candies; made me think of three very sweet girls in my life. Hope you enjoy. Don’t get fat before I see you next, ha. Also happened to pass a jeweler on a certain side road selling some marvelous little things on discount; these just so happened to come with a little enchantment attached. Got them since I can’t be there to keep you crazy girls safe so… while wearing them? If you say the phrase contained below, they will coat your body in a field of electricity for a couple of seconds, like an electric eel. Not enough to kill I was assured but just in case. In case someone tries to touch my friends. One time use only, then they are just pretty rocks. Would have done more but I didn’t want my parents to be suspicious about me asking for more allowance than normal, sorry. I truly hope you don’t get to see how well they work, though the demonstration I got was pretty impressive. See you three soon, with luck. Stay safe: Emmy, Jenn, Macy.

---- Sincerely, David Adams[/i]

“Fuck. These… they might have cost more than the Port-Key we gave him. Bastard! “, Emmy kind of cries out. Clearly annoyed that David was not letting you just treat him, even as she grabbed a truffle from her box and ate it. “But? Holy crap, these things are good!”

“You know how he is. And, more money than god. Should have expected it. Oh… yeah when we write a thank you, we are asking where he got these candies. Fuck me, that is something else. How are they Macy?”

And she can’t really answer given she seems near in tears as she slowly chewed and savored one of the fruit-cream filled chocolates.

Ha ha. She did love sweets and candies.

“Ah so want to practice the phrase a few times? Try these pretty earrings on?”

After affirmative nods, you all worked on the three-word combination of bad Latin and Ancient Greek till you had it down, then tried on the jewelry.

“How do ours look MayMay?”, Emmy asked while you and her kept your hair back to show of the small rings set with either ruby or topaz.

“Pretty! You two have cute ears so… you both should keep your hair up more. I love them. Think we can find a place so I could get a piercing up there too? I like my mom’s too...”

“Thanks; I’m sure we can, but you don’t have to. You are great how you are.”, you say, while moving Macy’s hair back some so you could help her with her own small ruby studs.

“Y-yeah. But if my sister’s have them, I want them too!”, she says, giggles a bit while you put her earrings in for her; she obviously could do it herself but if felt nice to help her just because. “How do mine look? Okay? I don’t normally wear flashy stuff.”

“Great, Macy. Red does really bring out your hair.”, you just respond simply before giving a quick kiss right behind her ear, along the side of her neck and get a giggle in return.

“Gaaaaaay.”

”Screw you, Emmy. Come on, tell our little sis how good her new earrings look on her.”

“Yeah, yeah. They do look really pretty on you, Macy.”, you twin says with a smile, hugs your slightly smaller friend. “You smell snice too. Since when do you use perfume?”

“Oh! Mom and me, we went shopping before leaving. Bought me some I liked. To bring. In case I met a girl I liked over here. Went on a d-date.”

“Wait, did you…”

“I told them. A few days after I left your house. On of the scariest things I’ve ever done. But mom and dad, they were fine with it, told me how much they loved me. Even said they kind of suspected. Hugged me. T-thank you… I don’t know if I would have had the courage if I didn’t tell the two of you first; felt dumb for worrying. So, thanks.”, she says a bit sheepishly.

“Of course, Macy. Of course. Glad you got it out. My brave and cute little sis, heh. But, lets hop on the bed, talk, plan some maybe.”, and you are flush with pride and happiness for your thin olive-skinned best friend.

“Okay!”

Aubrey was still out, probably doing prefect-y things but you were assured she normally made it back before diner. Plenty of time to talk with her. But in the meanwhile, you told Macy what had happened, what you had learned, what it might mean, and what the plan was.

“Jenn? Jenn, you went around pushing magic buttons that apparently only you and Emmy can see.”

“Well, I think anyone with a direct bloodline could-“

“Not what I am saying. How am I supposed to keep my big sisters safe when you are doing crap like this? You know I love you but… you really frustrate me, Jenn. What if those things exploded you, or Ported you to Africa, or I don’t know, turned you two into snakes? I suck at transfiguration Jenn, Em! I’d have to keep my two best friends in a terrarium!”, your small adoptive sister says with a huff.

“I mean? We are pretty sure they are safe-ish? They are part of Ilvermorny and for as evil as her aunt was, Isolt was supposed to be a good person? But, sis, what is kind of bugging me is why Jenn could see them as clear as day. I could make them out well enough but not details, and they seemed… thin, for lack of a better term. We are twins, identical ones. We came from a single egg, a single fertilization. We both have that same blood. So what is up with her being all special?”, Emmy says as she sits next to Macy on the end of your bed.

“I… well there is one idea I can think of. Which of you just had something happen just recently? Something that gave her such beau-interesting green flecks making almost a circle in her eyes?”, Macy says. Looked a bit pink in the cheeks for almost calling the new additions to your eye color beautiful.

“Uh. Gay. Ya’ll are so gay.”

“Yeah, I am! Told you that too, before I left your house. And, you are pretty too, Em. Don’t get jealous just because I think a bit of green looks good in Jenn’s eyes.”

“I know. Just messing with you, dork. So, Jenn. Mini-me getting screwed up? Strengthened your connection with Salazar and Isold Sayre, Rionach Gaunt’s blood or something maybe?”, you twin says while ruffling your littlest little sister’s hair. “Speaking of? Heard anything from her?”

“Nope. Been usually getting a couple of snarky quips for a while but haven’t heard anything today; she did look pretty fucked up though, when I saw her before. I’ll see if I can force myself to where she lives this weekend, probably. She should be alright, just can’t try and force myself to see a bit forward for now I don’t think. Maybe if we can’t figure anything out tonight, she’ll know something.”

“Alright, sis. Just be careful; she is evil you, even if she looks cute. Eviler you. Now, unlike you, was busy getting exercise in most of the afternoon, so I think I am going to shower off from flying practice, get a nap till dinner and dueling.”, Emmy says while rising from the bed, beginning to head downstairs to the communal showers with a change of clothes which thankfully contained a bra and panties.

“Not sure if “evil”, or… I don’t know. Whatever.”, you sigh out as Emmy exits. You just turn to your other little sis.

“So. Macy. How hard is it to make Cat’s Eye potions? Thought they might be useful for sneaking around in the middle of the night. And… sorry life keeps giving us danger, that it can’t just be normal for my sisters and me.”, you asked as you looked down, then felt a small warm body up against your own.

“Not very. Pretty quick. One cauldron should be plenty for 5 people. I can even show you if you want; since I am on the team for the International Wizarding Cup, Rusalka is okay with us using the Potions room to practice in if it isn’t anything dangerous, what we are making.”, Macy states while pulling you in some. Jenn? I get anxious a lot. Worry. But if you think this is what we have to do? That we have to find that wand and who knows what else? Are spitting out prophesies, have “her” in you? It is fine. I trust you. I love you. You, and Em, and, David and I want to love our new friends too. But I love you the most and am going to keep you safe. At least keep your head screwed on straight.”

“You are too good for us Macy.”

You couldn’t really make out what she said with her face in your chest as it was but you knew it was nice and supportive. She was so warm and soft, even if she could use a few pounds on her, smelt a bit of potion fumes along with perfume. Some how that combination managed to work, though.

Go help Macy brew after dinner (Tiny bonus to your skills, extra help will let her brew 1 simpler potion

Realize you would just slow her down. After dinner just kind of walk around some (???)

Get a quick nap in. It is going to be a long night (Time skip to messing with the symbols)

A few minutes of just hugging some with you best friend, there was a knock at the door which you reluctantly got up to answer; it was Aubrey, smelling faintly of gunpowder and sweat.

“Hey, Jenn! Hi, Macy! Someone said you wanted to talk to me in private?”, the cheery girl chirped out while looking down at you.

“Yeah. Yeah, I did, if that is okay.”

“Always here to help, its in the job description! And, if you want it to be private, if it is important? We can go to my room. If you want. I don’t have a roommate… and I have a half dozen privacy enchantments, check it for bugs every day.”, Aubrey says, almost shyly. Kind of shuffles one of her feet despite looking halfway dressed for war with her guns, dagger, wand.

“Sure. Sure, that will work. Is it okay if Macy stays in my room for a while if she wants?”

“Oh! Awesome! Yeah, as long as you are okay with it. Macy, just be sure to grab whatever you brought when you leave though, since you won’t be able to get back in when you leave without Jenn or Emily.

“Kay. Thanks, Aubrey.”

“Ready? My place is on the first floor. Let’s go, Jenn. Fun, fun! People don’t normally like to come visit me down there!”

--

Down stairs, down a long hall is your tall, new friend’s room with a cute pink door hanger with her name on it and a flip-able placard saying whether she was in or out. Inside… it was organized chaos. A larger than average bed, a couple of mismatched chairs, a massive safe in one corner, book case, stack of old Quibblers and what you are sure are American equivalents in a corner. A corkboard with various pictures and newspaper clippings pinned and connected like a spider’s web with red string. A picture of Travis with several darts dead center of his face on a dart board.

“Sit where ever! This is cool. People don’t normally come in here unless it is for prefect stuff.”

“I mean it kind of is, but not? And… why do you get your own room?”, you kind of mutter out while taking it in as Aubrey opens her safe and stores her pistol and rifle in it; you note a large number of weapons as well as a few dozen boxes of ammo at the bottom.

“O-oh. I thought you just wanted to hang out. That’s fine… Well, it helps with prefect stuff, so I don’t give preferential treatment to a roomie, but even before then, no one really wanted to stay with me after a month or two. So, mom and dad pulled some strings… now I get all this space to myself! Ha ha. Pretty cool, right?”, the tall, tanned teen says with a hint of disappointment.

“Your room is [i]cool[/i], Aubrey. I would be your roommate but I have to keep an eye on my sister; she would be sleeping with half the school already if I didn’t keep her in line.”, you say while taking a seat in an honestly very comfy chair, slightly sad smile on your face. Aubrey didn’t seem bad, maybe a bit crazy but her being a real gun nut had helped save you from a hoard of giant spiders. You had fought by her side and that meant something.

You had unintentionally kind of judged Anna earlier; not doing it twice in the same day.

“Soooooo? You said you were one of the cool prefects, right? Didn’t mind if people were out a bit late right? Kind of need some help with that. Like 1am late, to meet with a boy.”

“Yeah, yeah, I am. Damn, you move fast. Veela stuff? But I can help. You and I fought side by side, right? Yeah. Getting back in might be hard but if you send a Patronus to me I can open the doors-“

“I-I can’t use one. Or rather, I don’t know if I can. But I wanted you to come too.”

“W-what? To-“

“To help. Emmy and, Macy are going to be there too.”, you say and kind of scratch the back of your head some while she sits forward on the side of her bed, one with the same character that was on her pistol grips printed on the sheets.

“F-four girls at the same time? With a boy? To help? Watch?! You Europeans are even kinky than I had heard; sorry but unless you get a few shots in me I don’t like girls.”, Aubrey kind of stutters out, tanned cheeks blushed.

“Wait. What? No, no, no! I am kinda bi, wouldn’t mind trying-no lets not go there; focus. That isn’t what I am talking about! Mind out of the gutter! No… me and him found something. A secret, a mystery, something no one has known about for centuries, maybe since this place was founded… something we need to test but can’t do with people around! Macy is coming because she is smarter than most people who teach here, Emmy is because it responds to me and her, the guy because he is interested in the same thing and clever… and we need you. Because you are sneaky. Can help us in and out. Because none of us have a clue what is up with this thing and? Well? The Quibbler was right about a lot last War and we could use another perspective. Because you are my friend. If this gets crazy or something, you should know too, because it might affect you. And because I trust you to watch my back, Aubrey.”

“ ‘Brey.”

“What?”

“If we are friends, you can call me ‘Brey.”

“Alright then ‘Brey, but this stuff needs to be a secret, okay?”

“I would never reveal a secret a friend didn’t want me too. Never.”

Decide how much you want to let her know. She is going to be there so she will see the magic stuff with the symbols at the least but what do you reveal?

We are on the hunt for something, some magic relic we think is at the School

Travis is going to be there

We found some weird magic symbols

Only me and my sister can see them normally

We think it might be related to our ancestry; we are from a very old pure blood family

We are on the hunt for Slytherin’s wand, maybe more

I am probably a Seer. And the prophesy I made before coming here… doesn’t sound great. Going to try to stop it.

Everything, except the Killing Curse, Mini-Me

Screw it. Everything, aside from the Curse. If anyone would believe you, it is probably her.

Nothing.

Write in. Can pick and choose but depending on what you reveal and don’t… she is crazy, not stupid; can put things together. From what you know, given her best friend is a werewolf she can be pretty accepting

“Alright… so first things first. It’s Travis, Travis Blackthorn that I am meeting up with-“, and you are interrupted by a quite scream.

“Ahhhhh! Dastard! Fucker! He got to you! Your sisters! Here, here! I’ll go help them next!”, Aubrey shouts out and pulls an old Raggedy Ann doll from a drawer in a nightstand beside her bed. “She’ll help you! Show me on the doll where he touched you! Fuck, I don’t know many spells to check for mental tampering, but? [i]Finite![/i]. There. Feel any better now? I know it must have been hard to fight his Dark Powers; you did good to come to me.”

“Aubrey. ‘Brey!”, you shout while she has an old doll pushed into your chest. “He didn’t ‘get to me’. Or anyone else as far as I know; was a gentleman. And… if he had touched me or them, he would already be missing his hands. Listen. We discovered something. Something that seems to have been hidden for a long, long time. And we want your help to figure it out.”

“You are sure? He didn’t do anything to you? And… I don’t care if this is like some porno flick thing to get me out there, even if you and Emmy and Macy are cute. I AM not having a five way if he is involved.”, she says and pushes her glasses up some.

“Fucking Merlin…”, you just mutter out while holding the old but well-made doll with gray-brown hair. “No. No five, four, three, or even two-ways. Just adventure. Mystery. Fun, and no; not that kind of fun. Pervert.”

“O-okay. Alright. You don’t [i]seem[/i] corrupted. But meeting a future Dark Lord in the middle of the night, allying with him? This must be pretty important. You can keep holding Raggedy Aubrey. Just let me calm down for a second.”

“Alright. She feels nice, thanks. But… so I went exploring, wanted to stop by all the halls and found something at the Horned Serpent one. Travis had mentioned there might be some undiscovered secrets from the School’s founding when I randomly met him and we chatted for a minute Monday. I think this might be related. And? It seems like most people haven’t noticed what I found. Like no one has. Me and Emmy can see them clear as day though Travis couldn’t at all until I activated one… we want to see what happens when these symbols we found get activated by the two of us together.”

“Symbols?”

“Yeah. Paired ones, at the front of the girl’s and boy’s dorms for Horned Serpent, just right there by the doors. Some weird trinity knot, a circle, line through the center; few other details. I tried to draw it but… I kind of suck. Lit up when I touched it, when my sister tried. Didn’t recognize it but Travis said it was familiar when he saw it for a second after we activated them one at a time, like he’d seen that exact thing somewhere before. And since there are two of them and two of us? Well activating them together seemed logical, right?”, you explain as calmly as you can while omitting that you think they might be linked to an artifact like Slytherin’s wand. Stroked the doll’s hair some; Aubrey was odd but correct; you had been a little nervous but the old rag doll helped.

Weird.

“Okay. Alright. And you are sure setting them off together isn’t going to, like, destroy the School or something. Right? Jenn?”, the taller girl asks as she quits pacing and sits down on the bed next to you. “I am fine with blowing stuff up, just not while I am in the blast radius and would prefer it to be MACUSA HQ, not my home.”

“I mean, I can’t be [i]certain[/i] but these things seemed old. Like part of the original construction of the School or close to it; within Sayre’s life. I don’t think the Founders of this place would make a magic self-destruct switch two teen age girls could activate… or maybe Americans were still nuts back then?”

“We are creative, tea-sipper. Not nuts. And that term is offensive to people with brains that just work differently like mom’s, dad’s’ and mine.”

“Ah-sorry, ‘Brey. Just a joke.”

“It’s okay. Not like I haven’t been called crazy, a nutcase before. Oh! But you can call Rubida the Strang nutty… weird sex cult Dark witch mass murderer. I guess it was the ’60 and everyone was high.”, and you got a little smile. Wait? Sex cult? Is that why she was warry of being lured out for porno stuff?

“No, I am sorry. It was mean of me; I can be a real cunt sometimes. But, yes?”

“Okay, I guess. Fair enough. But no one else can see them but you and your sister… that is strange. I mean how many thousands, tens of thousands of students have there been over the years? No one noticed these things, could see them? And then? You and your sister transfer in and ‘boom’, discover them in like 3 days.”

“Okay… that does sound convenient but, and I can’t be sure, mind you… recall how I said Emmy and I are pure-bloods?”

“Yeah. And that you are part Veela, so not sure how that works.”

“Veela are magical, part of our world. Unless you are a fanatic like the people who killed grand-dad were, that counts for most interpretations. But regardless, we are pure-blooded and from old families. [i]Very[/i] old.”, you say, emphasis on the very.

“Like… how old are we talking?”

“On either side, we can easily go back to before Ilvermorny was ever founded. There are some gaps here and there, we lose track for a bit around when this place was made, but if you go back more? Part of our family tree goes back before [i]Hogwarts[/i] was even founded. And not a single marriage; not a single child we know of born a muggle or squib. [i]That[/i] old. That pure.”

“So, you can see those things, make them do stuff because, what? You have super wizard blood or something? Blood sup-“

“Yeah. Blood supremacy or obsession with keeping it “pure” is bullshit. Opposing those ideas is part of why me and my twin sister never got to meet our other grandparents. I don’t think it makes me and her any better or anything but that is a lot of witches and wizards; my other little sister is as Muggleborn as they come and we love her. Might just be one of them was related to one of the Founders of this place or something, though, and that’s why we can see the symbols. I have no idea, just that Em and I share the exact same blood line and both of us could mess with them, see them.”, you lie. You are pretty sure you know why you are able to see those things, suspect it anyway.

“Oh. Cool… didn’t think you were like that… I mean we do have a racist tree… Okay. And it’s not like I have anything against them you know; pure-bloods. If dad wasn’t a squib, I’d be one too. Maybe not with that long a lineage but… so does that like make you and your sister Magic Royalty over in Britain?”

“Ha! No. We aren’t even part of the Sacred 28 since we lost track some, not to mention mom and daddy don’t believe in that crap, bother with it.”, you sigh out, glad she didn’t think too hard about what some of the things you said implied. “So, that’s where we are at, ‘Brey. Will you help us unravel this mystery? Join in on this little adventure? Help us sneak out and come with?”

“I…I should say no. I should. That is the responsible thing to do. Should. But? It sounds kind of cool, Travis notwithstanding; fun. Having a little adventure with my… friends?”

“Your friends; we all like you, even if you are an oddball. But the rest of us are too so…”, you say and give her your best mega-watt smile and hand her doll back over.

“Okay. Yeah, let’s do it. Besides, it’s my job as a prefect to help people, keep them safe. Especially with that willy Blackthorn involved. Positive he didn’t brainwash you and this is a trap to finally get rid of me?”, Aubrey asks while looking over, her big gray eyes on your blue and green rimmed pair.

“Positive. Thanks ‘Brey.”, and you reached over for a quick and tight hug that the thin, tanned girl extended by several more seconds which reminded you that despite seeming quite slight, Aubrey had a grip like iron. You couldn’t help but laugh a little at the contradictions that seemed to define your new friend.

--

Dueling that evening was thankfully a much less exciting affair than Monday evening. You did quite well, clearing 3 out of your 4 matches before finally losing the final bout to your sister of all people who seemed hell bent on getting revenge for your spar at Hogwarts. Yet, as annoying as it was to lose? Emmy fought well and you could blame some of the loss on tiredness from not pacing yourself in the previous matches.

After a quick dinner where you took Potter’s advice and tried the chicken fried steak, you decided you might have to take his other advice as well and start jogging if you would be eating like that every day.

It was fabulous to say the least, enough so you cleared two plates and had to force yourself to not go for a third.

And now bursting at the seems and content, Macy and you made it over to the Potions classroom to get started on some brews to help you see in the dark later that night. It was an easy enough recipe, one you had learned back in 4th year and promptly forgot after it was tested on. Your little adoptive sis had you helping with ingredient prep, giving tips as you went. Stood behind you at one point and took your knife hand into her grasp to show you a better way to hold it and mince dried lightning bugs quickly.

It was kind of funny, really.

Macy was pretty comfortable around you; let you touch her without permission and even wanted you to hold her on occasion but she rarely initiated so much closeness on her own. You think she kind of had it fly over her head how it might look as she pressed close behind you and gently guided your motions; your littler little sister and bestie was smart but had her blind spots.

You weren’t going to complain.

She was soft, smelled nice in her new perfume, and it was fantastic to see her not even thinking about her hang-ups while helping you. Warmed your heart around the ice stuck in it, really, just to hear how excited she was when she lectured some on her favorite subject and danced around the potions station.

The Cat’s-Eye Potion was pretty simple all things considered but did take a bit of time to simmer; because of the extra hands-on deck, you would have time to brew up a second simple one before needing to clear out of the classroom.

Jenn gains a +1 from helping! Total is +1!

Macy has gained a +2 from her extra practice for her club during the week, bringing her to a +12!

Jenn gains a small additional bonus when studying Potions with Macy until she reaches +10 because of how close they are and how well she and Macy work together!

“This was fun, Jenn! I know Potions aren’t your favorite things but you did really well!”, Macy chirped out after setting the stirrer to automatic. “We should have time to brew up something else quick too; I was thinking Girding Potions, since I used the last one I had when you blew up a spider up all over us.”

“Hey! You helped blow it up! But… that should be okay, I think. You still have a good number of Wiggenwelds and are really dead set on not letting us make something “fun”.”

“Hey! I don’t want to break the Professor’s trust! She is really nice and getting to use this place after hours is a privilege not a right.”

“Fine, fine. You’re a good girl, Macy. But… I kind of had a thought. So Girding potions pep you up, give you energy, right? What if we combined them with another thing like that? It would work even better, right?”, you say conspiratorially while fishing around in your pouch

“Umm, maybe? Modifying recipes is hard but I think I could maybe figure something out. What were you thinking of, Jenn?”

“Of something like this.”, you say as you pull out a small baggie filled with white powder you had been keeping around for the past several weeks following the race with Fuck-Boy.

“JENN! Are those drugs?! Why do you have drugs?! Why do you have drugs at [i]school[/i]?! Are you addicted? I can help you get clean! I don’t want my best friend to be a dopeheeeead!”, Macy cries out, maybe a bit too loudly, eyes wide behind her small rectangular frames.

“Hey! Hey, calm down, Macy it’s just a bit of coke-“

“JUST? Just a bit of cocaine is still a lot more cocaine than you should have! I-“

“Macy. Its fine. I’m not an addict or whatever; just been holding on to this for a rainy day… or maybe to have some fun with my sisters? Whatever. And we are making magic drugs right now! This is like a wizard meth lab, if you think about it.”, you say and try to reassure the jumpy girl, pat her head a couple of times.

“These are safe though! Crack is wack, Jenn! Don’t you remember learning that stuff in muggle primary school?”

“I think crack is different than normal blow but… I really don’t think potions are ‘safe’; can’t you give yourself a heart attack by drinking too many Invigorating Draughts back-to-back or get supper addicted to Calming ones?”

“I mean yes, but still. These are [i]real[/i] drugs! And now you are even using drug slang!”, Macy kind of whines out, even though she seems to have calmed down some.

“Hey. Hey, it was just an idea; I’m not going to make you do it if you don’t want. Just thought if we ever really need a Girding Potion, might as well make it work as well as possible.”

“Jenn… if you think it’s a good idea, we could try I guess?”

Would you like to try and make a batch of super strength Griding Potions using your cocaine? It will have an increased DC to get anything out of it but success will provide you with 1 or more potions that have a greatly heightened effect

Yes, fuck it we ball

No, stick with normal Girding Potions.

Pick another simple potion entirely (Nothing offensive, extremely powerful, or very difficult)

Write in

So there will be an increasing set of DCs. Passing at least one ensures you can get a single dose of a Potion regardless of the above choice, pass more and get more. Pass them all and you will get a full batch, enough so everyone in your crew gets one.

“Macy, if you don’t want to, we don’t have to try. We can just keep this for… something else, I guess?”

“It… it’s cool. Like you said, if we really need a Girding potion for more than just staying up a little late? It should be a good one. And I did kind of over react. Sorry. I-you know how I am. And had it drilled into me as a kid that drugs are really bad. But? Well, wizards guzzle potions like it’s nothing; we have crap like Felix Felicis which is hyper addictive, Painkilling Potions, all that. We aren’t going to get addicted or something from this. And? It will be a good test of my skills.”

“Your skills are great! You were moving so fast I could barely follow you before!”, you tell her, give her a quick hug. “So, what can I do?”

“If you want to grab a cauldron, the normal ingredients for a Girding Potion. And I feel like I’ll need some glacier water. Northern. It’s in the cooled section of the ingredients cabinet.”

“What difference does it make?”

“C-cocaine is from South of the Equator. Need something to balance it out. And why do we have to flick our wand in certain ways for spells? There is a logic to it but it is also magic.”, Macy states and pulls out a note pad and muggle pencil. “I’m going to do some numerological calculations to account for the new ingredient, but hand me that baggie of d-drugs.”, She asks while grabbing a tiny, tiny silver spoon.

“Okay… you are the expert.”

And when you give her the stash of blow? She scoops a tiny bit out, dumps it in her mouth.

“Macy! What are you doing!”, you kind of shout out, as she gets a second minuscule scoop and smells it; ends up snorting it. Licks her lips some.

“A good potion maker needs to know their ingredients. I don’t know anything about this so I need to taste it, smell it; that can tell you a lot… oh. Oh wow. This is… good. Should my mouth and face be numb? Whatever, I have Bezoars and General Anti-Toxin in my pouches! Now! Cauldron! Ingredients!”, she says with an uncommon energy, beginning to scrawl down numbers and matrices on her paper and you swear you saw her pupils dilate some before she looked down to focus on her calculations.

Oh.

Oh fuck. You just gave a vaguely autistic girl coke and are now going to try and make potions powered by it.

Well?

Adventure, ho!

I need 3 rolls of 1d100+21 (+12 for Macy’s Potions skill, +5 for Jenn assistance, +2 for Macy Arithmancy, +2 from coke fueled inspiration)

DC 75/85/95/105

By the time you set up the cauldron and set up the ingredients for a Girding Potion as well as several more random ones that Macy shouts out for, including powdered Bicorn Horn and white gold powder, your tiny now hyperactive little sis is on her third page; said she nearly had it.

And from what you saw on her discarded pagers?

There was some advanced Arithmancy you didn’t really get, given you had taken all of one class in it.

Numerological calculus.

A small list of crossed out ingredients.

What you recognized as some baker’s percentages due to helping mom cook sometimes.

And?

A game of tic-tac-toe which the O’s seems to have won.

A quick but very good doodle of what you believe is you and Macy holding hands… Several dots of ink seemingly flicked at random on a grid of what appear to be Ancient Runes. And on the final page, the one she still furiously scrawled on?

Something that actually seemed to make sense.

Measurements, steps, ingredients, and stirring instructions.

Thank Merlin, you didn’t just make you best friend into a schizophrenic mess by letting her have some Colombian marching powder.

Finally?

Macy drew a line across the page, wrote out a final set of weights, ingredients and instructions. And stood up then snapped her pencil in half with one hand and shouted out triumphantly.

“Got it! Hell yeah, fuck yeah! I’m going to make this Potion my bitch! And you are going to help, Jennifer Sanders!”

“Yeah… yeah whatever you say, sis.”, you say and bit demurely, a bit frightened to be honest.

“Damn right whatever I say! I am a Potions [i]God[/i], Jenn!

Macy has gained a +2 to her Potions skill! Total of +14 now!

Macy has unlocked the Mix Master Macy trait. She can attempt to slightly alter or improve the effects of simple potions. Higher levels of this trait allow her to do so on more advanced potions. At the highest level she could even alter extremely difficult and potent brews like Polyjuice or Felix Felicis.

Macy gains an increased bonus to all checks when consuming stimulants, muggle or magical, though it brings out a different side of her. May cause delusional over-confidence. Will have a rough come down after however. Hey if Sherlock Holmes shot up cocaine to think better who are you to question it?

Jenn has gained a +1 from helping the madwoman! Total of +2!

Macy and you head over to the station and begin prepping the ingredients; Macy gave you the easy work like grinding up dragonfly thoraxes or weighing things out according to her new recipe while she handled the harder parts and then she began careful adding items to the pot after checking to make sure you didn’t mess up.

At the end, the final part; the potent white powder After carefully measuring it out, you saw as your friend took another small dose for herself with her minuscule spoon.

“Macy! I-I think you have “tested” it enough.”

“I have. That was just a reward for making something brand new. Why had no one thought of this before? Fools. But not [i]you[/i], you came up with the idea, Jenn; my big sister, best friend is a genius! A genius. I love you, love you so much, Jenn.”, the wide-eyed brunette shouted out before giving you a tight hug.

“Haha. Thanks, MayMay. You are the one who figured out how to make it work though; the real genius.”

“We are both brilliant, Jenn, just in different ways. I never would have considered this without you. Both of us are amazing. Letting you take me to charms? Best decision in my, sis. Love you. Now time to stir, I need to focus. Be precise. This is going to be unstable until it settles. Then I need you to measure out exactly two drams of glacier water, give it to me the second I say.”

“I can do that. Love you too Macy.”

A few minutes later the pot is bubbling angrily, like it wants to explode until Macy adds the water you measured out. It calmed after that. Began to turn from the light, clear red of a normal Girding Potion to a much, much darker red that reminded you of blood.

While it finished cooking off, you helped Macy bottle up the finished Cat’s-Eye since her hands were shaking a tad. Five bottles which she sniffed, looked at behind the light of a [i]Lumos[/i] from the tip of your wand, tried a single drop of it.

“Perfect. Of course it is; you and I made it. It couldn’t be less than that. Alright, if you can clean the cauldron, put it up? I am going to give the final 3 and a quarter stirs to our baby, our master piece. Couldn’t make enough for everyone, not enough time, would need to do more calculations for a full batch… but there is plenty for me and my sisters! And that is all that matters, Jenn.”

Macy seemed… kind of maniacal. Crazy right then, but?

It was pretty cute.

And a little hot honestly.

No! Bad, Jennifer! Focus! No thinking about stupid sexy mad scientist Macy in a lab coat!

“Macy? I love you so much. I know we decided to not be more than sisters, best friends for now… but I love you. I do; like I love Emmy. I love you in different ways too. But you are amazing. Will be the most skilled witch in a century. Out-do Snape with Potions… you can already brew better than most 7th years already… so amazing.”

“Jenn? Jennifer? I-Iam not anything special. I-“

“Quite, MayMay. You are. Can I get a quick hug?”, you asked the slightly coked up girl.

“Yeah. Of course. We have a minute or two before out brew is ready… and I don’t care if it burns if you want to hold someone like me…”

“Please? Stop putting yourself down, littlest little sis; you are a better person than me, way smarter; kinder. But come here before I get to cleaning.”, you said. A bit sad but Macy was getting more confidence than when you had stumbled on her over the years; she would get there.

Had grab you in a tight hug and felt her warmth. Very nice breasts against your own small chest.

Fantastic. Amazing.

But then you had to get to work, do what the best little potion maker asked of you.

You got to cleaning up. Pretty quick, easy. And when you came back to the other pot, the one filled with blood red liquid energy; it was time. She demanded rectangular crystal bottles for some reason; at this point who were you to question her weird drug fueled logic?

Then, three bottles of dark crimson on the table with just a tad left in the cauldron, which Macy carefully scooped out and put in a small crystal glass; she had insisted on that material for some strange Potion-y reason. Saw her check all things about it, including putting a small drop on a treated piece of paper and smiled at what color it changed to.

“Fucking awesome. Jenn. Jenn! I think we did it! Everything looks good, not toxic, smell, color, clarity? All good. Now? Just time for the final test. If I start having a seizure or something, just force a Bezoar and an anti-toxin down my throat, okay?”

“Macy? I think you have had enough.”, you say with you hand creeping towards the small test sample.

“What? No, I feel great, Jenn! It’s a Potion maker’s task to test their brew on themselves before letting anyone else- wait what!”, she cried out while you grabbed the small glass and knocked back the crimson liquid like a shot of booze.

“Jenn! It’s my job-“

“My idea. So, I am testing it. And why does it taste like cherry?”

“That’s what the dried blood cherry was for, since I know you like that flavor! Jeeeenn, it’s my-“, Macy cried out as you sat the small glass down; maybe a fifth or fourth of the normal dose now sitting in your stomach.

It was honestly sweet she went to the trouble of making it your favorite flavor… Macy was a good girl, even if she apparently was a bit of a coke fiend…

“No. You have had enough. And I have to be a good big sister so I’ll… oh. Oh, shit. Oh, fuck.”, you say as it feels like liquid fire began flooding your veins, as your thoughts seem to accelerate, and your magic [i]thrums[/i].

“Jenn! Are you okay? Crap, crap! Did I mess it up?! Fuck!”

“Cursing! And…Oh. Oh, no, no, no little sis; Macy. You did fantastic! I feel like a million Galleons! Crap, let’s go do something, anything! Let’s go find a fight, climb up the highest tower of the castle! I am ready for whatever; I’ll pull our my broom stick and push it to the limit as long as you hold on to me! [i][b]Let’s fucking goooooooo![/b][/i]”

From a partial dose, Jenn gets a +3 to most checks for the night.

Gained 3 vials of “Super Girding Potion”, better name to be determined. At this time only Macy is able to create it.

Lost two doses of cocaine, one remains due to not making a full batch of potions.

Learned its effects!

When consumed, it will provide a +15 to battle rolls, a +10 to checks involving Charms or general spell casting, a +5 to mental activities like research. Prevents the user from being affected by injury related maluses for the duration of combat. Affects the user’s personality making them more aggressive, causing mild delusions of God-like power. When the effect end, the user suffers a -10 to all checks for the remainer of a scene and a -5 for the rest of the day. Highly addictive.

“Hahaha! Let’s do it, Jenn. But first, clean up. Rusalka cannot know about this. It is going in my cook book though. My… my first original potion! And I made it with my best friend. Big sis. Hell yeah. Go Macy! Team Macy. Yeah… hell yeah.”

“Hell yeah, little sis; you are great. This stuff? If we ever need some Galleons? Well this would sell like made. My genius littles sister.”

“I am awesome, aren’t I? The reason I have the best friend, best big sisters and brother ever… yeah. Go Team Macy.”

“Ha! You are great. Go team MayMay!”, and Macy got a million Galleon smile that she returned with a slight pink on her cheeks.

A few minutes later? The Potions classroom was spotless and you were flush with wizard drugs. You had your own super Girding potion as well as half of the Cat’s Eye potions in your pouch and pockets, Macy had the rest in her hard lined individual potion containers on her belt and you were having the time of your life; gave a quick kiss on the cheek to Macy as you walked outside into the pleasantly cool Massachusetts air, and talked with her about all the great things you were going to do. Laughed at nothing, smiled at the half full moon high in the sky, promised to come work on potions with your small, thin friend more in the future.

You had calmed down some after a few minutes, heart no longer feeling like it was about to rip its way from your chest from the magic drugs.

No longer wanted to go look for a fight.

But it seems life was funny like that.

One may have found you.

Remember that 6 you rolled for a random event?

“¡Hijo de puta, devuélvemelo, zorra!”

“Hey, this is just a simple bag check. This is not school approved. Need to check it for anything not allowed. Calm down.”

“Give it back! Abuela made it for me, cocksucker! Give it back!”

“Listen! I know you are new here, but I’m a prefect! I have the right to check out suspicious activity, especially a second year out this close to curfew, breaking dress code, with a non-school approved bag filled to the brim with something! If you haven’t done anything wrong, why… are you… fighting!”

And when you make it to a corner, there are three boys, one taller than the others and fighting with a small girl, one who couldn’t be more than 13 over a colorful and seemingly handmade bag.

From the enchanted lights around, you could see she had light brown skin. Long, curly midnight black hair. And only comes up to the bottom of the taller boy’s chest, yet is still struggling with him over her bag until he finally yanks it away as she quickly draws her wand.

It and her are almost instantly blown away by one of the other boys with a full powered [i]Expelliarmus[/i].

And when she sits up? When the leader, a prefect apparently, has her bag upside down and is emptying it on the ground with its broken strap waving in the air? The younger Hispanic girl is silently crying; you have no idea why you can see the tears on her face so well but there they are there alongside a look of pure rage, impotent as it is.

And blood in your veins which was simmering from the potion began to boil.

Intervene. Show these fuckers what is what, pull on your enchanted dueling glove, quickly put your hair up. It is 2 against 3 and Macy kind of sucks in a fight but both of you have liquid energy in your veins. Macy is smart and you are pretty powerful. You can take them. You just need to be clever, quick, and strong.

Ignore it. Just go on. He is a prefect, for one thing, and looks older for another. Getting involved might mess with your plans for later tonight, even if you teach them a lesson. The girl will survive; not like her life is in danger.

Write in

Fucking Americans.

Can’t get tea right.

Can’t even get bullying right.

“Macy? Back me up. Send up sparks when I distract them enough.”

“S-sure… I mean I want to mess someone up but…”

“Nah. Don’t worry. We are going to show them how this is done.”, you say as you hike your skirt up some, take off your neck bow, undo a couple of buttons so your modest cleavage was shown. Guys at your age thought with their lower head mostly; should keep them off you given most of them wouldn’t hit a good-looking girl they might want to try and fuck later.

Chivalry.

Ha!

It was for bitches.

And stepping around the corner?

You called out.

“BOYS!”

And that gets their attention. That and the tits and ass.

“That is not how you treat a young lady. [i]Reparo.[/i] Put her shit back in, tweedle-asshole, nothing there you care about unless a couple of tampons get you off.”

“Wait? What? Who the fuck are you? Who the fuck is that little friend you brought?!”

“I’m Jennifer Sanders, cunt. Friends with another prefect, the Head Boy. And my little sis? She is carrying enough Erumpent potion to kill us all; I highly advise not fucking with her.”, said in a bluff you made yourself believe. Living with Emmy constantly touching your soul? Daddy’s basic Occlumency lessons? It made for a good liar when needed.

“I-“

“Don’t give a shit, Asshole. That is your name now, by the by.”

“What? Its Jonn-“

“Whatever, Asshole. Never going to fuck me so I don’t care. Your faggy friend done sticking shit back in the girl’s bag yet?”

“Hey! My name is Trevo-“

“Don’t care. Now. This is how you bully someone. Give me her bag.”

And one of the fags next to the head Asshole’s hands you back the small girl’s bag. His name was now Fatty. Macy hand come by your side, un-harassed given that you had said she had enough explosives to level the buildings around you.

And you stood in front of the small girl, still crying and on her ass.

“Want it back? The thing whatever is an “Abuela” made for you? Then get up. Get your wand, pussy. Those tears aren’t going to fix a damn thing.”

“Jenn… this might be too much, she is…-“

“And what are were you? When a person took advantage of you? No. Hard lessons are hard… but needed at times. Now! Pick up your wand, bitch; if you have the strength to cry, you have the strength to make it three feet and get a piece of wood! I am going to burn that bag and everything in it if you don’t take it back! Go…Macy what is the Spanish word for whore?”

“Puta would work, I think… not exactly fluent. Oh, and the fat one ran. [i]Might not have noticed what with all of the giving a 13-year-old girl, crap Jenn[/i].

“It is fine. And? Dick-lickers? Step back. This girl is mine. Nothing in that bag you care about?”

“Yeah… just some chocolates,”

“Wasn’t asking you, boy-lover. You. What is your name? And you wish to protect that bag? Things in it?”

“I do! She made it for me! And my name is Maria Journey Alejandria Calderon-Boot! Remember it because it will be your down-fall! Fear it!”

“Then get your wand, Mary. Because right now? About as threatening as a wet kitten. I am Jennifer Sanders. My little sister is Macy Wright. Fear us because she is crazy and smart enough to kill us all, if she wished. Fear me because I assure you, I am far, far stronger than you or any of the cunts that put you on the ground! Now? Want your bag back? Then fight!”

And then small brown girl rolls toward her wand. Whips it up in the simplest spell she could. A basic stunner. Easy to block, even without Mini-Me’s help.

“Bag is going to get lit up at this rate, Mary. Can’t you do better!?”, and she just starts crying a tad more before looking up.

“I don’t like hurting people! I want to be a good Healer like great-grandma was! Why are you jerks picking on me? I just wanted to come back from dancing club! Got a few candies for my roommate, the girls I made friends with!”

“Too bad.”

“Why!”, and there was a good stunner.

“Are you.”, and a spell you needed to jump away from.

“Doing this!?”, and a hex like it came from a cannon ripped from her wand tip

And a quick shield arrested the spell before it could ever touch you.

Pathetic.

“Because next time it will not be stupid teens! They will not be playing around!” and you scream along with the incantation for a [i]depulso[/i]. “It will be Death-Eaters who will kill you just like they did grandma and grandpa! It will be monsters! They will rip [i]you[/i] to shreds, not your bag! So, get the fuck up, Puta!”

“Jenn!”

“Keep the boy lovers off me, MayMay. Teacher has a lesson.”, and you whip your wand around in a little trick your old Charms professor had taught you to get into a better position to cast.

And even after knocking her into a wall? The little girl got up; a bit shaky but still standing all the same.

“Good, Puta.”

“My. Name. Is. Maria!”, and she actually put up a decent shield in-front of the spell you sent her way. Fought with her teeth against the ones you sent back.

“Your name is Puta until you can get your bag back at the very least!”

“Cabrón! Bitch! Give it back!”

“Take it.”

And the tiny girl fought with ferocity.

She couldn’t win.

You thought she knew that, you were older, knew more spells, more magically powerful, faster. But the girl fought like it was her life on the line.

Excellent.

“Thought I told you to take it, Puta. You want it? Ten seconds till it is in flames.”

This was supposed to be a lesson… you didn’t think of yourself as a good teacher. But? The younger girl was learning; fighting back better with each spell. The boy-lover squad was staying back. So, you fought.

Let the small girl grab her bag with a [i]carpe retractum[/i] when you thought she had enough.

Smiled a bit when she did it.

“Good. Very good.”

“I agree.”

And then a tall girl with ash blonde hair stepped from a corner and waved.

“Hello! Ashley Patrick. Head Girl if you weren’t familiar.”

“Uh… Ash we…we were just…”, the head cock-sucker began.

“Just harassing a young girl? I expect that prefect pin in the office by morning. You! Blonde girl! Get your ass over here before I drag it over myself.”

And a second later, you were in front of her, tiny Spanish girl and Macy next to you… and a dark laugh in your head.

“Miss…Ashley? I was…”

“She was just showing me some moves she learned in Dueling, which I shall be joining.”

“A bit young. And? That is why bright red sparks were shot up? Why I had to get up from my nap?”

“Yes? Ma’am?”

“For the love of… I thought it would be a nice night when Travis said he would handle patrols. You and you and you. Dorms, now. Don’t make me say it twice.”

“Ma’am.”

And with the remainder of the cock-sucker squad dispersed, you, Macy, and the small dark-haired girl made your way out… Maria was apparently in Wampus Cat, so most of the way towards your own Hall.

“Ah… why did you cover for me, Maria?”

“Oh, get to have my real name now?”

“Umm, Jenn isn’t usually so… aggressive. Sorry.”, Macy says.

“No. It is fine. You, Jennifer, will learn to fear me. Teach me how to fight. I…I want to help people but? I cannot do that if I fold like a stack of cards from some assholes.”

“Really? Asking for tips when I was just kicking your shit in?”

“Might as well ask from an expert.”

“You might get along well with a certain German boy I did the same too. Wants to be a Healer as well. I really have to stop beating up future doctors. Going to be bad for my health if I get to them all.”

“Si. I suppose if we are in the same boat of getting beat up by you, we might. This is my stop… I appreciate you walking me over. Miss Jennifer.”

“Jenn is fine for right now. Although if you see a version of me walking around with cow tits, that is my sister, Emily. Good with Transfiguration though, if you need a hint.”

“Fucking. Tartara? Duo ex vobis sunt!?”

“Yeah, sure. What you said.”

“Jenn, she said there are two of you. That isn’t right, Em is different, you just look the same!”

“It’s fine Macy. People have been getting us confused since we were born. But… bye? Maria?”

“Farewell. Not for long however.”, and the small Latina girl walks over to her Hall, one with a couple of panther themed banners on it. You waved over to one of the boys you had met, had Macy do the same before starting to just chatter with her some.

It…. It was nice. Massachusetts was cool by American standards but still warm versus the Scottish Highlands. Good summer weather. And… you still felt some of the potion. The rush of teaching the other girl. Getting someone’s prefect privileges taken… you might have issues. Problems. Might just be your blood acting up and the taste of the crimson potion you had but you had felt something then. Something bad when a tiny girl who couldn’t hope to beat you was on the ground. Felt something when you were keeping the older boys away. Something good when the tiny dark-haired girl wanted to have you instruct her. What the fuck Jennifer?

Yet the air was pleasant. You had your bestie with you. Avoided a real fight. Still full from dinner. You would deal with it later.

You ended up sitting outside the Thunderbird Hall under an enchanted light with your adoptive little sister, brushing up on your Magic History of America with her… of course she had read through the entire text already. But?

Boot?

Huh. That was weird the younger girl you had bullied and met had the same last name as Isolt’s adoptive children. Didn’t seem very Mexican.

Felt Emmy wake from a little nap, and had her join a little later you where Macy gave her the coke fueled potion, told her the warnings around it.

Naturally, Emmy took a sip right away.

Oh, well.

You and your friends would need to be up at like 1AM, might as well enjoy it even as Macy fought on your lap to keep your silly sister from knocking back the whole vial once she tasted it...

It was honestly kind of funny, her fighting with Emmy. She didn’t even care for cherry. Liked strawberry more. You had to be a good big sister though and ended up shouting a bit.

“Emmy! Help! Study. No more drugs!”

“Frick! Fine. Kill-joy!”

“Boy-toy! How many of the class have you fucked!”

“What? None yet! There is a cute Horned Serpent though…”

“Yet. In-fucking-sufferable.”

“Em, you shouldn’t sleep around. Even well-made potions can fail… or you might be super fertile, or something.”

“Macy? Wouldn’t worry too much. Still technically a virgin. I [i]think[/i]. Eh, Emmy? Got a niece on the way for me?”

“Frick you, Jenn. Pure and chaste Thunderbird lady and all that.”

“Awesome. One less thing on my mind. But? Let’s get inside before curfew.”

“Fine. Her name is going to be Alice, by the way.”

“Alice is a nice name, Em! I like it! Maybe no Alice for a few more years, though?”

And all you could do was giggle as you laid down for a few moments. Tried to rest up. Had a crap load of stimulants and a dark child-like laughter keep you from really getting sleep.

--

“Shush, Jennifer Sanders. Shush…”, and there was a hand on your mouth while Emmy was still snoozing on her bed.

What the fuck?

“Aubrey…”

“Yeah. I’ll wake your sister up in a second. Macy is already getting dressed. Grab your sneak suit.”

“My what?!”

“Sneaky outfit! Clothes! Something dark colored.”, and you finally noticed your taller friend was… basically a void in the already dark room.

“Ah… sure, Aubrey. I can do that. Just make sure to wake Emmy up the exact same way you woke me.”

“Roger Wilco. Deploying now.”

And you just snickered when your sister nearly got choked out when she began fighting Aubrey… started getting on a dark shirt and jeans. Some black tennis shoes… you didn’t really have a sneak-suit like Aubrey. Might invest in one this weekend if this was going to be your life from now on. Put a dark cap on at least while tossing another into your twin’s face.

“Oww!”

“Come on Emmy. Ass in gear. Time for adventure and fun! And magic apparently only me and you can see!”

“I fricking hate you, Jenn. Fine. I was having a nice dream about a girl from Wampus Cat… but give me a minute to toss something on after nearly getting strangled, AUBREY!”

“And that is why I did it. I knew you were going to shout.”

“I don’t even need to deal with this… Aubrey? Go keep Macy company or check the hall way? Something so me and Jenn can get some stuff on?”

“Roger Wilco, T-2”

“I do not know what that means. Just…just out for now.”

“Copy, copy.”

And a few minutes later? You and your twin were decked out in your sneakiest get ups and down stairs. Macy… she seemed to have tried harder. Black turtle-neck, since she did get cold. Dark jeans and sneakers. Had her hair back so it wouldn’t get in the way. Even changed her glasses into a black set. Dark eyeliner. Was still a bit fidgety, what with the coke.

None of you, however, had shit on your tall new friend.

Black and grey camo on her jacket and pants. Tight fitting stretchy tee, along with no bra you noticed. Dark face mask and her normal round glasses replaced with shades. Huge gun secured to her hip right next to a wand, knife, and what you think is a lock picking kit.

“T-1, T-2, T-3? Ready to head out?”

“I don’t know what this T stuff is about but… sure, Aubrey.”

“T-4, T-3! Until we are done, we use the code names!”

“Okay. Which of us did blow? I AM not using code names, Aubrey!”, your sister kind of shouts out.

Probably still mad at being strangled, heh.

“Oh… maybe a little code names, they are cool-“

“No. And what is Travis’ going to be? S-1?”

“I was thinking of Cocksucker… and did y’all meet Ash? I got an owl from her?”

“Fucking, fuck. Yes, met her. Kind of frightened by her. Me and… T-3 were helping give some crap to a girl… to stall for time; bunch of boy-lovers with us. Think we actually made friends with the girl, Maria, though.”

“Oh. Cool? No hard feelings? No one got hurt?”

“No… maybe just some pride. Don’t think there are any… but she did say she wants me to teach her some so we might be getting callers. Also, some Jon guy, something, is no longer a prefect.”

“Oh! Awesome. He always tried to look up my skirt when we sparred. Good riddance to bad trash, I say.”

“That is all you have to say… really?”

“Well? No one got hurt you said. Your little sister was there, so I doubt you got out of line. A perverted jerk got his prefect pin taken. You made a friend! Sounds like an absolute win in my book!”

“I… Okay. This is fine. Let’s just go screw with magic symbols before we wake up half the campus. Knock back your potion.”

“Roger Wilco T-1!”

“Fuck.”

--

You honestly lost track of Aubrey about halfway to where you were going to meet Travis. Wrote it off since her “sneak-suit” was really good and you were positive she would pop back up; she had gotten you out of the Hall, past the Pukwudgie patrols. Her job was mostly done aside from getting you back inside your dorm.

By the side of the Horned Serpent Hall... Travis was there. Sulking if you had a word for it, just to the edge of the boy’s Hall.

“Hey. Thanks for pissing off, Ashley, by the way. Made my life much easier, having her up instead of getting some beauty sleep.”

“Ah… I didn’t mean too? Had a new potion with side effects?”

“It’s fine, Jenn. Ashley can turn on a dime. I once said her hair looked nice and she went nuts for like 10 minutes. Um? Hey? Where is Aubrey?”

“Ummm. Mister Blackthorn? Behind you.”, Macy calls out when poking here head around your back.

“Oh. Hell.”

“Take this dastard!”, And the thin tanned girl you had made a friend of had a far larger boy over her hip and ended up with both of them having wands pointed at one another. “I know you are working for the glow-niggers! Stop corrupting my new friends!”

“AUBREY! This is why people avoid you! There are no glow n-words!”

“You know as well as I do that there are plenty! They are a rogue arm of MACUSA, planning on taking over the school, deposing the Magic president, and you work with them!”

“Alright! Break it up with all this touch-y feel-y grab ass!”

“The glow-niggers are real, Jenn! Dad said they are, so they are! He was in the Marines, he knows what is happening behind the scenes even as we speak!”

“Please, for the love of Merlin… there are no Glowies, Aubrey. There are no conspiracies or plots and I do not sacrifice baby ice squirrels for more power.”, Travis just sighs out while getting up from the ground.

“Exactly what one of their minions would say! And we have known each other since we were like five! My name is ‘Brey!”

“Fine, ‘Brey. There is also no Santa Clause, Easter Bunny, or especially Glow Niggers! No Wrapspurts taking your dreams.”

“Lies! Santa always gets me a bag of chocolates he knows I love! I write him a thank you card every January 1st! There’s an Easter basket in my room every year.”

Your head just hurt as you separated Aubrey and the slightly older boy.

“Umm, Jenn? I mean we have Unspeakables, the secret service around the Minister of Magic. The American equivalents. The glow…n-niggers might be real.”

“See! I knew you were a genius! Look, Travis! She knows too! Haha!”

“Macy? You know I love you to death, like a sister. My very own blood. But please, please do not feed her delusions. We have old ass magic symbols to fuck with, maybe ancient objects to find. I really do not need the idea of glow niggers in my noggin.”

“I fall asleep every year waiting for Santa; he must use a suit with a Flame Freezing Charm since we normally have a fire going Christmas Eve…”, your littler sister kind of mumbles out and kicks a couple of pebbles.

“Really… fucking, r-“

“Huh. Speaking of the N-word, you know… we really don’t have any black friends, do we? Jenn? That’s kinda odd.”, your bigger little sister calls out just to fluster you. It was true but…

“Fuck, Emmy! We have a Vietnamese one and a Mexican one now, probably! Werewolf! We are part demi-human for fuck’s sake. And I think our little Muggleborn sister is like ¼ Italian; we aren’t racist!”

“I’m 1/8 Greek, actually.”

“Oh, oh cool! Great, great, grandma was Amerind! I count too, right?”, and Aubrey cries out happily, taking her wand off of Travis.

“Are you kidding me…”

“I do think the glow n-niggers might be real, Jenn; did some research into MACUSA and the things they did in the past… ones we know of. Aubrey has been talking to me some… and it’s not your fault. There were like ten black kids at Hogwarts in your year.”, and you get a quick hug from your thin but well-proportioned little bestie.

“They are in the walls, Macy; not the black kids, they stick to places adjacent to fried chicken joints and grape soda pop. The Feds. Be careful of what you say in the castle. Outside is safe if there are no “birds” around. I need to teach you all some of the spells I have to keep away Wrapspurts, since they work for them and steal your dreams though. I have some charms mom made me for Nargles too.”

“Oh! Oh! I have this great charm bracelet Jenn bought me; think any would fit? Are silver? I’ll pay you for one!”

And you just find the nearest wall and begin to slam your head against it until your twin pulled you back.

--

Head now patched up with a quick spell and a bit of Wiggenweld you made it to the front doors of the boy’s dorm. Emmy went over to the female one with Travis. You had Aubrey along with Macy, who asked you to activate your symbol a couple of times so she could sketch it… What turned out was a very, very good reproduction of the sigil. Almost 1 to 1 aside from a small doodle of you, Macy, Emmy, and the rest of your friends holding hands with what looked to be a rainbow over them in the corner.

Merlin’s designer tee-shirts she was adorable.

You were interrupted from admiring Macy’s art when a small sliver racoon hopped up; stopped at your feet, waiting to be acknowledged.

“We are going at ten second from now. Ready?”

“Ready. Tell Emmy to not be slow.”

And the furry little Patronus vanished into mist.

On the count, you placed your thumb right against the tip of the bottom line extending past the circle. Felt your twin do the same. Saw as a pair of blue-ish white lines extended and met.

And?

Had absolutely nothing happened.

“What? That… [i]something[/i] should have happened! Are there more? Do I need to be an octuplet to make it work?! Mom couldn’t fit that many in her!”, you shouted as you recovered from the small magical drain, more annoyed than anything.

“Ahhh… Jenn? My nemesis is coming over with your sister… She looks pissed.”

“Thanks, ‘Brey. Let’s see if something went right over there.”

“Really, Jenn? Had me woken up in the middle of the night for a little light show? Insufferable.”

“15 years 22 hours. You can suffer me a longer. Maybe just a bit, if stuff is happening.”

“Argh!”

“So… nothing special on your end?”

“Think the symbol was brighter than before? Maybe? Nothing on this end?”

“Littler sis got a good drawing of it. Felt maybe a bit more magical drain than before. Emmy? Anything?”

“No. Not really… felt it though. Like it wanted something. Something more than just our fingertips in a little groove.”

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