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“I’d be at the house alone most of the day otherwise since mom and dad teach. Travis is here so I have to keep watch on him. Anna has to have her time of the month and I need help her, go out with her. And I do forget things, always good to review. Why not?”

“Heh… you are a good girl. A little odd but… yeah I don’t have room to talk much. Let’s show this maize who is boss.”, and you hacked the cob of corn that nibbled your finger off with a small knife.

>You gained a +1 to herbology! Hid the fact you are high and coked up well, didn’t have a freak out in the middle of class! Will get some valuable info! Did not have your finger bitten off by corn with teeth!

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When class was over, and the rest of the students had dispersed, including Aubrey and your sister with the assigned reading, you stayed back. Offered to help the Professor with shucking the corn all of the class harvested since you were still pumped from your potion.

”Pumped because we kicked the shit out of three guys with Emmy.”

”Shut up Jenny!”

“Sir? Um? Can I ask you some stuff?”, then tossed another screwed up toothy corn into a large bucket.

“I’m a teacher. Of course.”

“What ah… what about trees?”

“Alright… that is a broad topic. We will cover many of the magical trees native to America. Which specific trees were you curious about?”

“Ah… I don’t kn-“

And your earlier lecture is in your mind from your History of Magic teacher, on what happened after William the Pukwudgie slew Gormlaith…

”And though she had been abused, had been threatened by her, Isolt was still too kind to just let her aunt’s ashes blow away.”

”And so, beneath the tree is the last resting place of the Dark witch Gormlaith Gaunt…

No… he had said the last resting place of her wand… but you knew that was false…

“Sir? Maybe the big one, Snake-Wood? Out by the gates?”

“Ah. That racist thing.”

“What? How… Racist? Okay we are magic. Racist plants make as much sense as anything else. I mean, is it because you’re black or like what? Is it misogynist too?”

“Ha. No, also only half African American. Because I came from a no-maj home. The leaves from it contain powerful healing properties, but?”

“But, professor Lief?”

“The tree is all but invincible. Resisted every spell, every no-maj contraption ever used to try and prune or trim it for 400 years. And it will only allow its leaves to be plucked by pure blooded witches or wizards, and then not even all of them. Annoying since I need to recruit students or ask some of our other professors to gather them when I am supposed to be the expert on plants. Right now, only Professor Thompson can pick them, given most of the student body is away, along with some other teachers. And since it gets annoyed if you take too many at one time, it is kind of hard to keep our esteemed Healer stocked with enough for the potions he needs in case something truly bad happens.”

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>>6169306

You had to just look down at your toothy corn.

”And though Gormlaith had performed countless Dark rituals, killed many, woven herself with countless spells in her quest to become unkillable, invincible, she still fell…”

Oh. There it was. Something… something was there. Under the tree. Not the wand but… something.

“Oh. Thanks, sir. Something in my Xylomancy twigs… I thought it referred to trees. I don’t know, first time using them. I… I think I am going to run along after this last one. Get started on a couple of essays. Get ready for tomorrow, since apparently Fridays are different. Has my electives. Have my sister’s Quidditch tryouts to go to. But? I’m pure-blooded. Like very pure-blooded. Do you want me and my sister to try? Get a few leaves?”

“It would be appreciated. Just a few though, if she lets you. Don’t want a student to get hit with a branch.”, and the tall mocha colored man just chuckles. “And that other girl with you? The one who looks exactly like you? Twin? Wish her good luck tomorrow from me. I’m more of a Quodpot man myself but I will still probably be there for tryouts.”

“Thank you, sir. I’m sure Emmy will appreciate it. And if ‘she’ lets us, we will get a few leaves, Professor Leif. Heh… funny, Jennifer. Ah sorry, sir.”

“Hah. Like I haven’t heard that before. Good girl; thank you. Also? Just be careful with Divination; we are going over Lacerating Lettuce next Tuesday.”

“Sir. It doesn’t have teeth as well?”

“No. Just razor-sharp leaves and a bad attitude.”

“Does anything here not want to kill you!”

“Wait till you meet the devil cows.”

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>>6169311

When you got outside? You ran into a very perturbed ash-blonde Head Girl with a slightly ironic name.

“Sanders. Would you like to tell me why there are three boys in the infirmary with facial fractures, burns to the eye, and multiple snake bites? Why a fat one was screaming about crazy blonde girls before he was stunned and sedated so Doctor Bartlett could get the glass out of his face?”, and the tall lanky girl came in close enough you wanted to grab your wand or at least sweep her cute, thin legs… okay fuck. Weed and coke make you very, very…feisty; better term than horny and danger seeking.

“Why one of them, a former prefect, seems to have some PTSD and wouldn’t let our younger blonde nurse touch him? Why the Caretakers have been chasing a swarm of semi-venomous snakes that invaded the campus for an hour, until they turned into chunks of granite? Why one of our little groves looks like WW3 went down in it?”

>Lie. Lie through your fucking teeth. Ask Professor Cross, I was with her all lunch until me and my sister met with Aubrey a few minutes ahead of class. Was with Professor Lief till a moment ago; your sister is already on the quidditch pitch.

>Tell the truth. Your version at least; they came and found you and Emmy, intentionally. Looked up your skirts. Touched her. One at least was willing to let a 16-year-old girl pimp herself out to him; the others would have been happy to get some too. You defended her and yourself.

>Write in.

Welcome back! i was starting to miss you!
and Happy new year!

>>6169316
>Tell the truth. Your version at least; they came and found you and Emmy, intentionally. Looked up your skirts. Touched her. One at least was willing to let a 16-year-old girl pimp herself out to him; the others would have been happy to get some too. You defended her and yourself.

telling the truth, even if is half of it, could still be enough to let us go scot free if they see it as self defense

>>6169302
ok, read the lewd fic
good stuff, lewd twins are always an insta turn-on

>>6169316
>>Tell the truth. Your version at least; they came and found you and Emmy, intentionally. Looked up your skirts. Touched her. One at least was willing to let a 16-year-old girl pimp herself out to him; the others would have been happy to get some too. You defended her and yourself.

>>6169316
>Tell the truth.
No point in getting into more trouble. Wait, are we high or something?!

>>6169316
>Lie. Lie through your fucking teeth. Ask Professor Cross, I was with her all lunch until me and my sister met with Aubrey a few minutes ahead of class. Was with Professor Lief till a moment ago; your sister is already on the quidditch pitch.

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>>6169634

You are still coming down from a couple of hits of organically grown, well cultivated weed as well as the potion you and your sister drank that is like super wizard crack. Still have a slight bonus before having a hard crash and a malus for the rest of the day.

>>6169491

Twincest is wincest. Just non-canon for now, unless people want it.

Going to ask for anyone lurking to toss a vote in and keep this open for another hour or so before I start writing some. Right now it is looking like coming mostly clean is in the lead.

>>6169316
>Tell the truth. Your version at least; they came and found you and Emmy, intentionally. Looked up your skirts. Touched her. One at least was willing to let a 16-year-old girl pimp herself out to him; the others would have been happy to get some too. You defended her and yourself.

>>6169892
here u go, IIvermorybab.

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>>6169484
>>6169496
>>6169634
>>6169894

Fess up.

>>6169647

Lie like the part Slytherin you are.

Seems like we are coming clean.

I will start writing in a bit, since I got busy with undecorating and have no time management skills.

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>>6169947
Jenny looks so cute, I figured it'd be a waste not to make pixel fanart of her. Have this QM, if you like!

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“Hey, Miss Ashley. I… I’m sorry. But? They touched her; my little sister. Other half of me. They… they looked up our skirts. My sister, Emmy… she doesn’t wear undies every day, just how her Veela blood affects her. They were very “forward”. I wouldn’t care if that did it to just me. But I have to protect her. We have weird magic twin stuff. I can't… I would die before I let my little sis get hurt. Before I let some-one take advantage of her, ruin her. And they were just looking for me...”

“So you thought you were in danger? Physical? Maybe… sexual? And if I ask that other girl, she will say the same?”

“I… we were just sitting there. Our skirts were maybe a bit up already since we just wanted to sit for a minute and that little place didn’t seem like it would have people wandering in. But we were just on a bench. We wanted a bit of time just with one another, it. We have weird magic connection stuff. And they found us; were looking for us, I guess. Me. The head one, since he got his prefect pin taken, and I stopped him from doing something to Maria. It… it is my fault; Emmy wants to take the car out this weekend. Has her Quidditch try-outs tomorrow. Please, don’t do anything to her.

Overprotective trait active!

And you added a touch of spice to the story. A few tears. Coming off of drugs helped.

“They pushed her down. Put their hands on her when she was just standing up. Were implying that sex… that was going to be our way out. I wouldn’t allow it. If you have any doubt… touch her and see what happens. We will have a second grove messed up that the Caretakers have to fix. I can take you. Dealt with a dozen stunners and hexes coming at me this Monday, including those from someone much more powerful than you. Do. Not. Touch. My. Sister.”

“Sanders? Is that a threat?”

“No. A promise. An Unbreakable one to anyone who threatens my sisters, my student. Friends. The two of us fought back… we have trouble pulling our punches. Veela blood and our dad teaching us when he is as good as most Aurors and was taught by Professor Thompson some; the male one. Us knowing how all of our grandparents were murdered in the War. A magical connection to one another; you can ask Professor Cross about that last one, if you have doubts.”

And the tall girl with greyish blonde hair just puts the first two of the fingers of her left hand on the bridge of her nose. Rubs it while sighing. Has her hand hovering around her wand which is sticking out of a small extra pocket in her robes a bit.

>I need 3 people to roll 1d100+14 (+5 from Veela blood, +5 from Overprotective, +2 from wizard crack, +2 from telling the truth mostly)

>No set DC but higher is better. High enough and you might make a new friend out of Ashley.

>If you need any other checks today you will be suffering from the malus associated from the Enhanced Girding potion. Thankfully for your sister it will fade by the time Quidditch try-outs happen tomorrow afternoon.

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>>6170740

That is going in the folder. That is awesome, man. Thank you so much dude, fucking sweet!

Rolled 62 + 14 (1d100 + 14)

>>6170769

Rolled 62 + 14 (1d100 + 14)

>>6170769
>>6170771
Aye! Let's go!

Rolled 49 + 14 (1d100 + 14)

>>6170769
Rolling to move things forward as prompted in /qtg/

There is the same kind of request there though :
>>>>>6170489

Rolled 21 + 14 (1d100 + 14)

>>6170769
damn, it looks like im a bit too late, rolling just because im curious tho.
im kinda impressed that we got 2 62´s back to back with only 3 posts of difference through the entire board...not sure if thats a good thing or a bad thing...

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>>6170774
>>6170777
>>6170787

>76 vs a rolling DC

>Pretty mid but it could be worse. Ashley isn't going to be your new bestie but you managed to avoid detention!

>>6170787
I will take a look at it if there isn't another roll by now.

>>6170792
Yeah, that was somewhat interesting. Two 69s and I would probably do something fun.

Going to try and get something out today, since I do have some stuff non-contingent on the roll pre-written.

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“You are admitting it? And threatening me?”

“I am not threatening you. I am not saying a single other thing than what will happen if people touch her. I’ll give my life for her. That would be very bad according to our Divinations Professor… I don’t want it but if it comes my way… I will take it. And if it comes to that? Mom would be here first. Dad a bit later. And they would burn this place to the ground.” And you got maybe a foot away from her since you couldn’t stand pushy men or women.

A quick spell and we could be back further… I am… I am getting tired. Need to lay back. I don’t think I can help much… maybe don’t get in more fights for a couple of days.”

“Sanders… you haven’t even been here a week and have managed to send four people to the infirmary, five if you count yourself, and apparently got into fights with giant cats and spiders-“

“Corn too, now.”, and you hold up your index finger which had a bit of a bit of a bruise on it.

“And…corn. And we are going to have to deal with you for at least another year. F-fucking crap.”

“I was told before I wasn’t going to have a boring life.”

“Fine, we have our very own lightning rod of doom now. What you will be doing is spending the rest of the day in your dorm while I consult with the Headmistress and Headmaster; your sister will be joining you after she is done with what I assume is flying, given every time I have gone to the pitch to practice myself this week she has been there. J-just follow me back to your Hall.”

“Oh, you play too? My sister would probably get along with you.”, you said and pushed out your remaining charm and gave a million Galleon smile.

“I’m captain of the Pukwudgie team, so you could say that… Merlin, she is just like you right? I am going to have to deal with her at try-outs tomorrow assuming I can’t get the pair of you sent back to England in a crate, aren’t I? How in Merlin’s robes are there two of you?”, your somewhat flustered Head girl said as she began leading you back to the Thunderbird Halls and you couldn’t be sure if she was protecting you from the other students of if it was the other way around.

“Well… mom was really fertile. There is a third, also. Not blood related but still our little sister. On the team for the International Wizarding Cup and the smartest person you will ever meet. And? What I said about my twin… it applies to my best friend too. My littler little sister.”

“For fuck's sake. I’m on there too! Is it the tiny one? Brown hair? Good with potions?”

“Yep. Cinnamon colored is the better term; the red in her hair is really pretty. She is far nicer, much kinder than us but is going to win the cup for Ilvermorny this year. And?”

“And, Sanders?”

>OOCI apologize for the absence. Post holiday crap as well as depression I deal with around the holidays. I also forget right after new insurance kicks in, my field does always get busy, had to work more than I wanted.

>>6174157

“If anyone? Even if is a teacher that touches my littler little sis, they won’t be going to the infirmary. It will be a morgue. I will not allow her to ever be hurt again. Oh yeah, you are going to have to deal with losing a lot when Quidditch starts back up, when Emmy gets on the team; mom could have gone pro if she wanted to and Emmy takes after her a lot. I don’t like flying much but still part Veela. We were meant to be in the air. Hard to beat that. And it makes us very protective of what is ours; they are mine. My twin and I learned to share between us but…”, and the slightly older girl looks like she wants to smash her head into a rock.

“Great. Fantastic. My last year and I get to deal with three crazy bird-girls. Four if you want to count Aubrey. Two who are literally part murder sex bird woman...”

“Hey, that’s racist! The Veela in France killed off most of the covens that would murder their mate a few hundred years ago!”

“Because otherwise, wizards were going to start an extermination campaign against them! And you said most-“

“I am sure great-grandma was perfectly nice! Even if she was pretty old when she met great-grandfather… wait? How old do Veela live to be? Like 200? 250? And she was really old when she had grandma…”

“Ahhh! Just dorm, now!”

--

Sitting in the common room… yeah. You were really hitting the wall, coming off of a very overpowered brew. Felt like crap, were getting cranky enough you accidentally snapped a quill in half when you were trying to finish your DADA paper to turn in tomorrow after your morning classes.

You were able to push through it thankfully, finished your homework for the week with the help of a couple of muggle energy drinks that were stocked and available in the cooling cabinet of the small kitchen in your Hall. Had a sweaty Emmy join you eventually when she got led back in by a still annoyed Ashley and had her deliver a letter one of the Pukwudgies was bringing that came with a small sack from your parents along with another envelope from the Headmistress and Headmaster.

Found your monthly allowance in one which you split up with Emmy… it was probably way too much but the portion of the letter written by daddy mentioned he had done some “convincing” to start upping it some with mom, since you were so far away, might need to buy extra supplies, petrol, and such. Got told he had found another car he liked that mom did not approve of, paid too much to get it, and was already working on getting it tuned and enchanted. Couldn’t wait for a chance to see you, Emmy, and Macy again to show it off.

Hey. Silly daddy. That gave you a little smile.

>>6174159

The part written by mom… well, it had a couple of tear stains on it. She could be very emotional. Very protective of her daughters, the people she loved. Asked for letters from you, Em, and Macy; to stay safe, about any new friends… nothing really important. But? You did need to wipe your eyes just from knowing how concerned she was, how much she cared.

No. You have to be strong. No tears, Jenn. Tears… they won’t keep your little sisters safe.

In the second letter… there were three shiny metal cards, one with each of your names on it. A bit of parchment explaining that they were the passes needed to check in and out of the school on the weekends along with a list of rules for being off campus. So… you suppose you and Emmy had avoided getting in trouble for the afternoon? Sat Macy’s to the side.

And a little latter, your littlest little sister came in from her Potions and Wizarding Cup practice. Looked perturbed before asking to come to your room.

“… Jenn. Emmy. I asked you to not give me a heart attack. Then I get to hear about people being sent to the infirmary in the middle of the club, when I am working on doing three potions at the same time and reviewing Old English in-between… I don’t…I don’t want to cry. P-please don’t make me because they snap your wands, or send you to Alcatraz. Expel you. I’d have to polish my French if I need to follow you to Beauxbatons. Even if I like blue and gold, obviously since your eyes and hair looks so good, it would be annoying.”, the small girl sitting between you and your mirror image begging with a few sniffles.

“Macy.”
“Macy…”

You were doing the creepy thing once more. Shit.

And you looked over at your little twin, one who really looked as if she needed a nap with her reddened eyes and dark circles under them.

“I’m sorry. They touched Emmy.”

“They looked up our skirts.”

“Same pieces of crap we saw before. We… I had to protect my sister. They deserved it. They will not be bullying any one again. Asshole, he wanted revenge; he might have gone after you if he couldn’t get to me. Emmy. Maybe Maria or even Aubrey. So… we did what we needed so they got what would happen if they ever did something; we also had some weed-“, and you cut yourself off.

Crap, crap.

“JENN! EM! You were fucking high too? I-”

>>6174161

“We also split one of the potions you made.”, and Emmy in her little ball cap patted her other sister on the head to try and calm her down. “We have a note from a professor saying we could be high! It is like unreadable but she got high with us too, and drank like a flask of booze. Also, if one of us dies the other probably will too apparently; me and my slattern of a sister. And… Jenn?”

“Really going to sell me out? And you are the one who doesn’t wear undies half the time! Ah, Macy? I-I may have, you know, put a loaded gun to one of their heads and made him cry; pistol-whipped him a couple of times. One might be wearing an eye patch from the cigarette in the eye for a while. The fat one might have some scars on his face from all the broken crystal, but he was already ugly.”

“Ahh…arugh! And you were smoking too?! You know it is bad luck! JENN!”

“I only lit one up to look cool and tough. Maybe avoid a fight. Then I used it like any other tool, like a weapon!”, and your eyes met Macy’s from behind her glasses. Your best friend’s… they started out hard before becoming misty and she clamped on in a tight hug.

“Hey? Little sis? I’m sorry I raised my voice some. But I won’t let the people I care for get hurt, abused… I get angry like dad. Like mom. They needed to learn.”

“Jenn! I don’t want to bury my sisters, my best friends! And you know I get freaked out over stuff!”, and you got pushed back hard enough you just laid back on the bed.

“I’m sorry Macy.”

“Then stop doing it!”

“I don’t know if I can… I think I might be like a psycho or something. Emmy is the same. Overprotective. Won’t let people get hurt, ones we love and that means you too. And you can fight fate, change it some… but those boys were already set on that path. We protected ourselves and probably other people. But? You had something to say? About those lights? Please? If I am nuts though, don’t ever be afraid of my bigger little sis; she would never, ever hurt you.”, and you pulled your olive-skinned best friend down, had another blonde girl join you after she tossed her hat to the other bed and landed it right on her enchanted lamp.

“I… Jenn. You and Em? I’m not scared even if you can be frightening, scary and are doing dumb stuff.“, and Emmy wrapped Macy up in her arms and gave a kiss on the head to a small squeak. “Ah-ah…warm. Don’t think you are off the hook though… but?”

“But, MayMay?”

“I went out to where it happened. Sketched out it; their trajectories. Looked at the maps some… it’s the forests. All four parts. They might have hit further or closer depending since we are on a mountain and stuff, but it was in all four cardinal directions. I know I am not good with finding my way, but that is where they went. I used my compass. And it looked like they went kind of deep in. I… I don’t know what finding them will do.”, and a small brunette was pressed up to you.

>>6174162

“Thank you. For not being scared of me, hating me. But, damn it. So, more big spiders? Mini-Me… I’m calling her Jenny now; mom used to use that when I was young… Jenny said something about the restricted section? Maybe that will help? And… we aren’t allowed in the Forests now right now, supposed to not be in a couple of parts, period.”

“F-fricking frick, Jenn; this better not interfere with my Quidditch.”

“That is your concern? Flying rugby?”

“I need something to do other than worry! Flying is fun! And your first concern after I told you about your eyes not looking right was different make-up!”

“O-okay. Fair. Ah, my head… I will be there to watch, you know. I love seeing you play; reminding me of when we have seen mom stretch her flying legs or took us on her broom.”, and you hug the littler clone of you tight for a second and helped her scoot further into the bed along with Macy. “You’ll do great. And if you don’t make it as a Chaser, maybe try out to get transfigured to a Bludger?”

“Screw you, Jenn… but if I don’t, they do have broom racing. Quodpot too, and I saw a couple of cute boys playing that when I was practicing.”

“Of course my loose little sis would want to play the exploding ball game because of boys. But you are going to do great in Quidditch; show them how to really play. You are mom’s daughter, after all. You get to use your own broom, right?”, then gave the little slut-bucket another hug… you regretted getting her involved in all this but you knew just like when the two of you were just girls, Emmy was always going to involve herself in the crap you got into.

“Hey! As loose as you! Still technically a virgin. And yeah… its kinda messed up if you think about it, like pay to win since Firebolts are at least twice as pricey but are clearly better than a Cleansweep given they are what mommy uses.”, and you get a little, tight hug back.

“Yeah… I don’t like flying, but they really do spoil us.”, and gave out a quick smooch on the forehead for good luck before starting to speak again.

“But Macy? Emmy? Do you want to be there? When I am training Maria? Helping with Aubrey… I know you both are in dueling but we are going hard in our lessons… if you do, I’m going to have to hit you both. Hands and spells… I know when we were learning from daddy some, we smacked each other around some, Emmy.”, then kissed her lightly on head one more time for luck, before turning to your other little sister.

>>6174164

“Macy… you don’t have to do it. I just want you safe; that is all, and I don’t know if the League is enough if you are going to be there with us. If I can protect you then I want to since I know you are coming on whatever dangerous expeditions we have. The BS adventure we are involved in. Me and Emmy get the advantage of being a touch stronger than normal. Emmy is athletic. I have Jenny to help. But you have your smarts, cleverness. All the things you know for no real reason. You can help; show us how to fight your way. I can help show you the way me and Emmy fight. But I am going to have to hurt you.”

“Jenn, I…”

>”Yeah. It might not be every day but I’ll be there. Help how I can. Get good enough to defend myself. I get that you are going to have to go hard on me to make me learn. I understand.”

>”I…I don’t want to make you hurt me. Feel bad; I am still with you on this whole wand thing. Staying in the League, but I can help differently some too.”

>I also need 1 roll of 1d100 to see if anything interesting happened tonight, since you and your sister are stuck in the dorm.

Sorry for the mega update. Wanted to trim it maybe but I also promised I would get something out tonight.

Rolled 24 (1d100)

>>6174165
Hey! welcome back! hope you are feeling better after the rough patch

>>”Yeah. It might not be every day but I’ll be there. Help how I can. Get good enough to defend myself. I get that you are going to have to go hard on me to make me learn. I understand.”

>>6174165
>>”Yeah. It might not be every day but I’ll be there. Help how I can. Get good enough to defend myself. I get that you are going to have to go hard on me to make me learn. I understand.”

>>6174165
>”Yeah. It might not be every day but I’ll be there. Help how I can. Get good enough to defend myself. I get that you are going to have to go hard on me to make me learn. I understand.”

>>6174165
>”Yeah. It might not be every day but I’ll be there. Help how I can. Get good enough to defend myself. I get that you are going to have to go hard on me to make me learn. I understand.”
We need to get the cute boys to teach us

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>>6174274
>>6174284
>>6174365

Going to go ahead and call it for Macy coming to boot camp. Heh, boot camp for a girl with the last name Calderon-Boot. Master of wit.

And yeah. Something is happening tonight.

>>6174213
Doing better, it just happens around the holidays for reasons.

>>6174365
The two you met might very well end up stumbling on you and the rest practicing. So might another one. Who knows? They might be able to show you a few things, though. There will be an option to go find them during the next week intentionally.

Going to try and get something out by tomorrow.

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“I-I will. I want to be strong enough to protect you and Em; my other friends, since I have them now. So, it’s fine. You have my permission to hurt me, if that is what you think is for the best. I trust you, Jenn. Emmy.”, and you had a small, warm girl clamped onto you and you were stroking her soft hair before you even realized it.

“Be tough on me. I’ve always been kind of coddled… mom and dad knew I had issues since I was a kid… never pushed me. Just let me do what I wanted, since they knew I’m pretty smart. I don’t know much about child care but, that might not have been the best thing.”

“You turned out amazing, Macy. I’m sorry if you needed more as a kid; attention, support, care… but I could tell your parents loved you just from meeting them for a few minutes. So come here, get closer. Lay down with me and Em for a bit… she is probably feeling as crap as I am but, hey? Maybe a direct injection of Macy-ium will fix it. Still a while till you have to be back in your room. Maybe a quick nap? You and Emmy; let’s get under the covers.”, and it was all you could ever want. Being with your sisters, being warm enough the ice in your chest didn’t ache so badly.

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You were back there. Back where Jenny was. Dark and cold with an oppressive aura that chilled you but you had started getting used to it. Made your way down and… there was the slight scent of weed. Well, she did say it was smoky for a bit.

“Hey, Jenny. You awake… and you just sleep on the ground?”

“Arugh… still dizzy. And yes. Also, yes. Not like I have a bed in here; it’s fine. I do wish I had a blanket at least. It’s chilly in here.”, the child-sized version of you says while picking herself up and grabbing her “wand” which was resting next to her alongside your old hairbrush which you manifested before.

“Here. Sit on my lap. I’ll warm you up some.”, and you went and sat behind her, held her a bit… and she was terribly cold along the aura of fear, hatred, and desperation around her. “I don’t know if I can manage a bed; I did bring in a brush. I can probably manage a couple of comforters and a pillow at least.”

“Don’t you still think I am evil…I mean, I am as much as you are and have managed to use the Curse on a thinking being. A bit more because of how I was “born”. But I would appreciate it.”

“I haven’t made up my mind if you are evil or not. So far you have been helpful… and you are me. Supposedly. But even if you are bad, you don’t deserve to sleep cold on a stone floor.”, and you focused inward. To your memories of childhood, of your favorite blankets, comforters. Pillow. Forced them into existence, barely, and swayed from the strain. But they were there and smelling like the detergent mom used. Yeah, a bed was going to be too much but you were getting used to doing this some; always prided yourself on being a quick study.

>>6175896

“Jennifer. I do appreciate this. Really.”

“I-It’s fine. I do have a dislike of coldness; a weak spot for younger girls as you know. But? Figured out anything that can help us?”

“Hah. So, this is just a bribe? How very Slytherin.”, Jenny said in a voice so much like your own, and giggled in a tone that very much not your own.

“Uhg. No, it’s me trying to be nice. Call it self-care, if you are me.”

“Ha! Self-care; we are truly a master of wit. However… I can’t see very far forward right now; a few seconds or so unless something comes to me directly. Haven’t had another premonition, prophetic vision, whatever you want to call it since we over-reached and hit that wall of magic Monday. I should be okay in a few days, I think. Can help us survive. Maybe figure more out. I do have a lot of time to think in here. Can kinda feel things due to not being jammed back into your soul incorrectly; sticking out some. When we activated those sigils? I felt something break, like when I crashed into something. And… no? What the… JENN! Wake up! Wake up right fucking now!”, and the miniature version of you had her eyes glowing killing green.

“W-what? Why?”

“No time! Up. Now!”, and a ten-year-old version of yourself elbows you hard enough in the ribs that you are suddenly awake in bed with your twin snoring next to you while your heart is racing a mile a minute.

Something… something was happening.

You could feel it.

It was most certainly not a good thing.

“Emmy! Wake up! Something is going on. Ass in gear!”, and you slapped your twin’s plump butt, hard.

“Ah! Ouch, fu-frick Jenn, what was that for!”

“We need to get up, now!”, and were kind of thankful both of you crashed out still dressed. “I don’t know what exactly but, Jenny woke me up and I have a really bad feeling, so up! Get Macy, I’m going to Aubrey!”, and you rolled out of bed after another slap on her butt to make sure she didn’t fall back asleep. Turned the lights on and started grabbing your, wand, glove; small gun, even if you didn’t think it would be that useful.

“Fu-frick! Fine!”

https://youtu.be/k7agiqfuQmQ?si=ANtzFw75A-5P02We

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Downstairs, with your hair in the sloppy bun you used for dueling, you started knocking on Aubrey’s door and nearly had a heart attack when it opened to a girl already fully clothed and awake almost instantly.

You had thought she was dressed for war before… no, that was just her normal. Now she had both her pistols on her waist. A massive dagger strapped across what you were pretty sure was a bulletproof vest. Theodore on her belt… the same camo get-up you had seen before. A couple of other small blades and her hair back in a pony-tail.

“Jenn! You aren’t supposed to be out this late. It’s like two in the morning.”

“And why on earth are you up and looking like you are about to storm Normandy!?”

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>>6175900

“Going out for a patrol. I only sleep like two hours at a time, so I can do a few a night.”, she said like it was the most natural thing you could do. Even more than the guns, knives, and bombs… this convinced you she was literally mad. In a good way you suppose, given you just caught her before she went out and might actually need a small living armory with you.

“We are going out with you. Something is happening… I felt it. In my gut. Had weird divination results and stuff. And… come here. A hug. In case it really is bad.”, and you went in arms open and wrapped them around her. Felt how heavy all the stuff she was carrying must be. Had her tentatively hug you back.

Fuck, how was she this strong! She was lifting you off the ground!

“Ah..I-okay just for a minute. And thanks. For the hug. It gets lonely on patrol this late.”

“Yeah. Just to check it out… you are a good, responsible girl. You take the burden for other people’s shifts, right? Amazing. Cool.”, and got a little smile from the girl who could kill you and everyone in here if she wanted, probably, what with her prefect powers and an arsenal in her room.

Maybe she would at least tell you not to come to class that day if she snapped… no. No. No Bitch-Jenn right now. Aubrey was alright; had brain issues, but so did your littler little sis and you loved her all the same.

Part of you, the Slytherin one, knew you were just manipulating Aubrey to have her do what you wanted, had seen she reacted well to positive affirmation, being liked by people… another part thought she was just nice, interesting. A good girl. And pretty nice looking; no stop that, Jenn.

Not the time.

A minute later, you and the mousy haired brunette were in an empty, dimly lit common room along with a groggy but dressed Emmy and Macy. About to head out the large double door, had Aubrey start turning the handle before remembering she needed to undo the lock, mess with the security enchantment… then had her turn back.

Her eyes were like she when was fighting giant spiders and panthers; cold and almost dead instead of the normal cheerful gray. She drew her wand like a bolt of lightning and called out a spell you didn’t know.

“Oh. Oh. Fuck. The doors should be locked. Have the enchantments to stop unauthorized entry or detect people leaving after curfew… they are unlocked. The enchantment isn’t there. They were wide open for anyone.”, and her tanned face went a bit pale. “You said you felt like something was happening… I need to look.”

“And we are coming as your back-up.”

“Alright, I’ve seen you all fight before. Stay behind me. Run if something happens, Theodore and I will make sure they know you can always take someone with you.”

Well, that was fucking grim.

Out the door after Aubrey had used a colloportus on the door, had Emmy transfigure a large slab of steel from one of the pins in ‘Brey’s sewing kit in front of the entrance… it was quiet.

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>>6175904

Too quiet; when you had been out this late before, there were some hoots from owls. Crickets chirping. Calls from some nocturnal birds. But now the air was dead. Still as the grave and windless. Something… something was very wrong. The moon was shining bright through the clouds, three quarters full, so it wasn’t too hard to see especially with a very light mist reflecting it’s light.

>You needed to find the other prefects, Head Boy or girl if they out this late too; they are probably alone in the middle of the night. Aubrey has their routes memorized. Warn them, get one to send a Patronus, find a Caretaker.

>Get to the other Halls. If yours had been unlocked, disenchanted; theirs may have been too. Secure them. Get people up.

>You had a bad feeling… your hall was the closest to the Eastern side of the Forests; the most dangerous one. You needed to check, look to see there if something was happening there.

>Run to the main castle, get some professors; you couldn’t be sure if something was actually going on… might get in trouble for waking them for no reason, but…

>Split the party (How)

>Write in

>OOC: I set the DC behind scenes to 25 for just a normal night, 75 for something mildly good to happen. HP Quests are pretty cursed. At least it wasn’t a 1 again.

>>6175906
>>OOC: I set the DC behind scenes to 25 for just a normal night, 75 for something mildly good to happen. HP Quests are pretty cursed. At least it wasn’t a 1 again.
>25 for normal
>75 for good
>this means that under 25 is bad
>i got a 24 in the previous roll
oh boy...

>You needed to find the other prefects, Head Boy or girl if they out this late too; they are probably alone in the middle of the night. Aubrey has their routes memorized. Warn them, get one to send a Patronus, find a Caretaker.
something is telling me that they wont listen to us since Aubrey is known as the local schizo, but its worth a try, and if everything works out then it could fix a bit our reputation of "wildcard" and let them know we arent bad

>>6175906
>>Get to the other Halls. If yours had been unlocked, disenchanted; theirs may have been too. Secure them. Get people up.

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>>6176044

Yeah. I gave like a 75% chance for nothing going on yet... but this will be fun. The random event thing that y'all rolled a 6 on had something similar then there was a 6 which lead to a small Mexican girl getting bullied and then you sending people to the infirmary and giving them PTSD.

Well, Jenn has been told she wouldn't have a nice, simple life.

At least it wasn't a 1, even if it would have been very fun.

>>6175906
>>You needed to find the other prefects, Head Boy or girl if they out this late too; they are probably alone in the middle of the night. Aubrey has their routes memorized. Warn them, get one to send a Patronus, find a Caretaker.

>>6176044
would be funny if a 24 means they just forgot to lock the door

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I will probably close this like at 3 am or so if I am up. That or in the morning, so get the vote out. This is somewhat important for the event, so it does matter.


>>6176145
That could be something, but there is other crap going on it would seem since the door's security enchantments are down.

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I'll go ahead and call it.

>>6176044
>>6176089

>Prefects and of Headboy or girl

>>6176062

>Securing the other dorms

Will start some writing after lunch but I may have to leave for a while later. We'll see how far I get.

Rolled 1 (1d3)

Don't mind the roll...

>>6176557
>1/3
i know that this is just a roll to chose the next thing thats happening to us, but i dont like it that it is a 1...

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“Aubrey, ‘Brey? You feel it too, right? This isn’t right. There should be noise. Some wind. Something. And… you are probably doing double duty or something but… there are other people out this late right? Prefects? Travis or Ashley?”

“Oh… oh crap. None of them take my advice to get stacked and bring explosives. Alright, Friday morning, like 0215… shit, Travis should be around this side right now. Shit! Move, move, move! We have to find him! Follow me, keep up! Keep Macy between you two, watch your corners, keep an eye out!”, you heard and the tall girl kitted out for war started sprinting despite all the junk she had on.

Fuck!

Emmy did well but you suppose Potter really was right about you taking up jogging, even if not for the reason he suggested, since Aubrey was fast. You were asking about this bullshit because she should not be this strong or quick. Macy had trouble until she grabbed a clear potion from her little set of pouched and swigged it then managed to gulp it while running.

Dodged and ran around a few jackalopes, a small two heads snake on you path that Emmy hissed at as you went to the south-east.

Wait.

The barrier around the school, on the gates… it was supposed to prevent non-human and non-authorized entry.

“Aubrey stop for just a second!”, and you managed to get her to slow then halt, catch her breath since apparently she did get tired some too.

“W-what? He should be pretty close at this time of night…”

“I need to try something. Macy, do you have a Maxima Potion by chance.”, you asked as the smaller girl panted.

“Ah…ah…hate running. N-no; sorry, Jenn.”

“Then this is going to suck; I have to check something.”, and you began pooling your power. Another charm that was more advanced than you should know… let the barriers with Emmy down some to leech a bit of her strength.

”Trasare travarte!”

And a brilliant line of stars burst into existence from your wand tip and you had to strain to stay standing… but you did as you saw them not wink out like they should have in a place like Ilvermorny or Hogwarts… oh fuck.

“The…’Brey, the anti-apparition wards are down!”

“What!”

“No time. I’m okay. Find Travis. Send Patronus. Quick as we can.”, cried out, still catching your breath some. Began jogging at a quicker pace… this was worse than you first thought… something that could break the protections on a place like Ilvermorny… it might not be Hogwarts but it had its defenses. It took people working from inside and a Dark Wizard like Voldemort to crack them before, and then with Merlin knows how many how many Death Eaters helping…

But… there had been magic that had-

And your thoughts were interrupted by turning a corner between some old buildings, one set up for dueling that Aubrey had shown to you and into a small clearing full of nice trees around it. But…

You had seen people hurt before. Gotten plenty of wounds that needed to be healed yourself.

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>>6176877

You had never seen what you were almost positive was a corpse, fresh, and with her intestines out and steaming while a tall sandy-haired boy tossed out destructive spells into the little patch of trees around the area with the back of his robes shredded and soaked with blood.

“Travis!”, and your taller friend was running; you… you had thought she was sprinting before… no. Just letting you keep up. And the taller boy got tackled to the ground and something was in the mist that parted it that swiped it’s claws in the air… if she didn’t get him down, that would have been at neck level.

Deadly even for a wizard.

And all you saw was it in a vague outline before it shifted back into the shadows and jumped behind one of the small trees all around you.

What… wait. You had read your History, Defense Against the Dark Arts… it was a-

“Hidebehind! Around Travis! He’s hurt badly and no one gets to kill him but me! Keep your eyes open. Look for movements in the fog!”

“That’s right! Someone, check the girl, see if she still has a pulse! After, form up! Protect the living; we can mourn the dead tomorrow if we are around by then!”, and you pushed out a revelio; DADA was not your strong subject but it might help some. You had seen some things about them… fuck.

One had managed to murder a full-grown witch and wizard in the past, took someone as strong as Isolt Sayre with assistance of a very skilled Pukwudgie to bring down.

Damn it.

What…why… what the crap was happening? And, Emmy, and Aubrey were by your side while Macy was shoving a potion in the older boy’s hand and then running to the other girl.

“Macy! Check! Potions! Then, sparks up!”

>I Need 3 rolls of 1d100+38 (Jenn’s battle magic +17, + Emmy assistance bonus +15, + Aubrey assistance +5, +1 from synched magic)

>VS

>DC 105

>You have 1 use of coke, two of Enhanced Girding potions, and Emmy’s glove left. The malus from the prior coke potion is gone since you ate and slept since taking it. Mini-me/Jenny is not available at this moment, please leave a message if you wish for her to call back.

Rolled 91 + 38 (1d100 + 38)

>>6176878

Rolled 9 + 38 (1d100 + 38)

>>6176878

Rolled 57 + 38 (1d100 + 38)

>>6176878

>>6176890
>91
looks like whatever this thing is, it's going down or at least running away

Rolled 75 + 38 (1d100 + 38)

>too late for my roll to count
dammit!
at least we got a very good roll, amma roll just to see if the Curse of Potter doesnt transfer from the other quests...

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>>6177155
Just for certain things, it seems. If I ever ask for a dancing roll we will probably end up tripping on our own feet and getting a concussion.

>>6177150
This thing isn't going down without a fight. Also, I will accept rolls without a modifier, so don't bother with deleting it. Funny that they were one number off, though.

>129 vs 105

Round one is total Hidebehind death.

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>>6177170

Microsoft forced a reset on my computer and yay I lost last my last update and what I was working on in the file. Bill Gates should be publicly castrated and flayed!

>>6177428
fuck, that sucks.
hope it wasnt too much

“Back-to-back! Eyes out! This fucker only has so many places to hide, can only go invisible for a second or two! Emmy! Barriers down, all the way! Macy, the girl-“

“D-dead, Jenn.”, she said as she formed up with you and sent up a line of red flickering lights.

“Fuck, fuck, fuck…Travis, shit that looks nasty… why is the potion not working?!”

“C-cursed wounds. Hidebehinds aren’t natural, are Dark; it did make it feel a bit better though.”

“Of course it did, my littlest little sister is a genius!”, and at the very least the four deep lines on his back had stopped bleeding some; he could last until you killed this thing. “Stay down, we need you in a minute.”

“Jenn! We need to run! These things a no joke!”, the tall girl with enough firepower to take out a dragon said from beside you.

“Which is why we are killing it! So it can’t hurt more people! Kill them! Head in the game ‘Brey! Macy, have anything for me!?”

“A-a Garroting gas-“

“Fucking perfect. He can’t hide if he can’t get a breath. Toss it! Macy or Emmy, shoot it when it is over there!”

Then there is a tiny, bottle of noxious green colored liquid flying through the air to the last place you saw this monster, and before Emmy could even cast, a bullet hit it before if could land and a terrible emerald cloud erupted.

“That’s right! Flush the fucker out!”

And a second later a huge wolf…bear, whatever, creature was leaping out out of the lingering cloud.

Excellent.

You doubted their fur protected against this, even if they were tough.

And you called out the incantation to rip something down from the air, and slammed the beast hard against the ground.

Noticed its eyes were red… just like…

Screw it.

Fight now, think later.

“Now!”, and your twin was calling out the Transfiguration spell to summon a barrage of conjured arrows, small darts from her wand as Aubrey carefully aimed with her new massive pistol and put a round that sizzled and popped into its side.

Despite all that… it managed to get up… tried to leap at you once more as Aubrey reloaded her god killer which had managed to all but deafen you and even sent her back a few centimeters before.

>I need three people to roll a 1d100+38 to end this.

>Vs

>DC 90

Rolled 90 + 38 (1d100 + 38)

>>6178030
please dice gods...be gentle...

>>6178036
now THATS what the fuck im talking about!

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>>6178036

Hit it without even counting the bonus.


Lets see if we get a nat 1.

Rolled 28 + 38 (1d100 + 38)

>>6178030

Rolled 59 + 38 (1d100 + 38)

>>6178030

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“Back-to-back! Eyes out! This fucker only has so many places to hide, can only go invisible for a second or two! Emmy! Barriers down, all the way! Macy, the girl-“

“D-dead, Jenn.”, she said as she formed up with you and sent up a line of red flickering lights.

“Fuck, fuck, fuck…Travis, shit that looks nasty… why is the potion not working?!”

“C-cursed wounds. Hidebehinds aren’t natural, are Dark; it did make it feel a bit better, though.”

“Of course it did, my littlest little sister is a genius!”, and at the very least the four deep lines on his back had stopped bleeding some; he could last until you killed this thing. “Stay down, we need you in a minute.”

“Jenn! We need to run! These things a no joke!”, the tall girl with enough firepower to take out a dragon said from beside you.

“Which is why we are killing it! So it can’t hurt more people! Kill them! Head in the game, ‘Brey! Macy, have anything for me!?”

“A-a Garroting gas-“

“Fucking perfect. He can’t hide if he can’t get a breath. Toss it! Macy or Emmy, shoot it when it is over there!”

Then there is a tiny, bottle of noxious green colored liquid flying through the air to the last place you saw this monster, and before Emmy could even cast, a bullet hit it before if could land and a terrible emerald cloud erupted.

“That’s right! Flush the fucker out!”

And a second later a huge wolf…bear, whatever, creature was leaping out of the lingering cloud.

Brilliant.

You doubted their fur and hide protected against this, even if they were tough. Blunt force trauma tended to work versus most things, according to daddy.

And you called out the incantation to rip something down from the air, and slammed the beast hard against the ground.

Noticed its eyes were red… just like…

Screw it.

Fight now, think later.

“Now!”, and your twin was calling out the Transfiguration spell to summon a barrage of conjured arrows, small darts from her wand as Aubrey carefully aimed with her new massive pistol and put a round that sizzled and popped into its side. Macy… she screamed out the incantation for a confringo.

Despite all that, it managed to get up… tried to leap at you once more as Aubrey reloaded her god killer which had managed to all but deafen you and even sent her back a few centimeters despite her retar- no that isn’t a nice word and she was pretty smart, if very odd. Despite her abnormal strength…

>I need three people to roll a 1d100+38 to end this.

>Vs

>DC 90

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>>6178455

And I am a fucking idiot. Thought I posted something different after I did the last one because I had to rewrite and recover a file. Fuck me sidewise.

Fight is done.

Checking the document to see if any more shit is messed up.

And as it leapt… Macy of all people… easily the weakest person here threw herself before you. Put out the strongest shield she could which broke the second the beast hit it.

Still?

Macy?

She hated fighting.

But she was. And you were so proud of her you would tackle her in a hug if you and the other girls weren’t fighting for your lives; if she hadn’t needed to force a potion into the hands of a boy likely more powerful than you were to keep him going.

If there wasn’t a girl with hair that reminded you of yourself with her blonde locks dead with her eyes still open, guts steaming in the mist…

Yeah.

You were giving every-one a hug after this. It might not fix it; the trauma. But it might help. Mom had taught you and Emmy to hug well and your Veela blood… they were yours. All of them. Even the nut job. The guy she thought was a Dark Lord. And most of all, your twin and littlest little sister.

“Girls! Finish this! He’s already bleeding out. One more tiny push and we can get Travis to send a Patronus, Apparate!”, and you sent out a spell that bordered on Dark…

No… that was just self-deception.

You knew exactly what it was.

Something daddy had taught you.

A blade of killing force, but not a diffindo. Something he had learned back in the bad old days in the House of Salazar Slytherin.

Tossed it right into the face of this dumb bear-wolf thing at eye level.

Hidebehinds were pretty resistant to magic and even if you were a bit powerful for your age, you were still only 16; had another decade and a half for your magic to fully mature. However…

Despite how resistant their coats and hides were? It didn’t really apply to the eyes.

Sectumsempra!

A Dark curse for a Dark creature.

You… you had a bad habit of doing this but apparently, they even taught this spell at Ilvermorny. You probably were a monster, weren’t you since you loved seeing the beast howling on the ground now blinded and helpless.

“Emmy! Macy! ‘Brey”

“I have it, sis! Just a bit more power!”

“Whatever you need! Just like before, take it!”

“Then… Ifullia Lumina!

And… your sister was good at aiming. Tossed balls into tiny hoops basically every day she could. As long as it wasn’t a gun, she was great and so a small line of brilliant white light went through one side of the monster’s skull and out the other to dig a tiny hole in the ground as it twisted on the ground, blind and hurt badly; both of you swayed some from sharing your power before Aubrey walked over to the twitching body, her eyes like gray ice.

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>>6180186

Pulled out her cute pistol with what you had been informed were Hello Kitty grips and dumped the entire magazine into the disgusting creature’s head.

When you recovered, you had to stop her from emptying a second mag, all but tackled her except you forgot how freaking strong and dense she was; didn’t get far with that play but you at the least got her to stop mutilation the thing’s body.

“It killed Jessica; she was nice to me! Jenn! I wasn’t quick enough! I was lazy, laid in bed for a few minutes after I woke from my nap! I could have stopped it, and-and now Travis is hurt… and only I get to kill him, and-and… she is gone! Dead, fucking dead!”

“And, you avenged her! You did good, ‘Brey and we are saving Travis so you can kill him later! Worry about the dead tomorrow. You know the spell to help with Cursed wounds, right? Have some dittany?! We are fixing Travis up. Closing that girl’s eyes, that way she’s just sleeping. Got it!? Emmy, conjure a blanket to cover her with! Everyone! Eyes out, we don’t know what else got in; you all did amazing!”, and you are hugging the strange girl as tight as you could while she sobbed some. “The tears can wait until we make sure everyone else out right now is safe, ‘Brey. My strong and crazy… wait. When where you born?”

“W-what? May second. W-why is that important?”

“Then you are my newest little sister! We’ve already fought side by side twice. So, listen to your big sis and dry those tears for now!”

“W-what?! I’m taller than you, a prefect, I’m-“, and at the least her tears had stopped.

“You are, and you can go ahead and add “Jennifer Sander’s newest little sister” to the list! Your doing good ‘Brey. I know it was rough seeing that girl like that; Travis hurt. Just stay strong for a bit longer.”, and you scratched her head some, gave her a little kiss on her cheek despite needing to stand on your tip toes to pull it off.

Aubrey was frightening as fuck to be honest but also kind.

Helpful. Strong.

Vulnerable and hard on herself.

You were pretty good at reading people, nearly a Slytherin after all, so you picked up on that pretty easily.

So right now, you had to be strong for her, even if you were worried; scared by what was happening. Sickened by that poor girl being ripped open. Right now, you needed coldness and precision, not warm tears.

That’s right Jenn; tears aren’t protecting your little sisters or a tall and handsome older boy unless there is some ritual that uses them you don’t know of yet.

You had to be strong for everyone here; last time you weren’t and a kind dark-haired boy nearly died. You needed to keep people calm, to fix up the only person you knew that was close by and could conjure a corporeal Patronus, have him send a little silver racoon to…

>>6180190

>The Headmistress and Headmaster; they might know how to fix the defenses being down. Are presumably quite powerful.

>Aubrey’s mom and dad, they were the DADA teachers and you had seen what Professor Jamie could do despite being a Squib. You doubt the other part of the pair was any less impressive… and Aubrey might need her mom and dad right now.

>It would take a few minutes to get here, but mom and daddy had fought and won versus impossible odds before and dad was the scariest person you knew, very well versed in in magical threats and anomalies from his work.

>The Head girl. Travis was out with another prefect, one that was presumable strong, skilled and one of them was still dead and Travis was badly injured. She had kind of been a bitch before, but she needed to be warned that something had happened to the school defenses.

Sorry guys. IRL has been happening.

>>6180191
>>The Headmistress and Headmaster; they might know how to fix the defenses being down. Are presumably quite powerful.

>>6180191
>>The Headmistress and Headmaster; they might know how to fix the defenses being down. Are presumably quite powerful.

I'll likely keep this open till afternoon while waiting to see if there are more votes that come in.

>>6180191
>>The Headmistress and Headmaster; they might know how to fix the defenses being down. Are presumably quite powerful.

>>6180191
>The Headmistress and Headmaster; they might know how to fix the defenses being down. Are presumably quite powerful.

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>>6180197
>>6180263
>>6180603
>>6180765

Unanimous for doing the likely most responsible thing. Hopefully they can get dressed fast. Will start writing some.

Let's see how Ashley is doing.

>I need 3 people to roll 1d100+20(Ashley skill) vs a DC of 95

Rolled 45 + 20 (1d100 + 20)

>>6180799

Rolled 52 + 20 (1d100 + 20)

>>6180799

Rolled 8 + 20 (1d100 + 20)

>>6180799

>>6180799
best they learn about the dead person now instead of later

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>>6180800
>>6180805
>>6180806

So the Head Girl is not having the time of her life.

>>6180812

>Person
>Singular

Well, we will see. Starting dinner, then writing what I hope is a short-ish update I can get out tonight. Sending the Patronus to them was probably the smartest choice, though the others would have been fun.

Thank everyone for the votes and the quick rolls.

Y'all are great. Picrel.

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“Aubrey! You and I are healing him. Grab any Dittany you have; girls, any you two have and start chewing it to a paste to put in the wounds! Travis? Still alive, buddy?”, you shouted out over your deafened ears.

Surely those gunshots were going to alert someone who could help like a Caretaker or one of the Pukwudgie security officers.

Surely.

“Eyes out then rub it in the gashes.”, then you began to chant the spell to help with Cursed wounds, the one that could heal the spell you just used to blind the Hidebehind.

”Vulnera Sanentur.”
”Vulnera Sanentur.”
”Vulnera Sanentur.”

Aubrey finished her mouth-full of bitter leaves and rubbed into the slashes the macerated mess and Travis tried not to scream.

“Arugh! I-I’m still alive. F-fuck this hurts.”

“Better than dying like that poor girl! Don’t be a little bitch, big guy! Then, as soon as we stabilize you, a Patronus is getting sent to the Headmistress! Got it? ‘The doors are unlocked, anti-entry wards down, anti-Apparition. Creatures on grounds! Need help, Thunderbird Hall secured, and describe where we are with the landmarks!”, and you were rubbing more paste in along with Emmy and Macy while Aubrey took the next round of healing him as you recovered.

“Macy, have a Painkilling potion?”, Emmy, asked as she knelt by Travis.

“Those are really strictly controlled! But… a tiny one. Here Mr. Blackthorn. Drink. It tastes bad, try not to throw it up.”, and Macy popped the cork on the smallest bottle you had ever seen, helped him turn his head to gulp it down to what looked like almost immediate relief, before you began working again. “Tell no one I had this, sir.”

“H-hey, sure. Nice, smart, and cute… thanks.”, the sandy haired Head Boy said with just a slight slur and you saw Macy blush just a bit; better that her face being pale as a sheet like when you had been fighting you suppose. Still… “If I make it out? Are you taken or-“, and you pressed some paste just a bit harder than needed into a hideous laceration.

“AHHHH…arugh…”

“I… I don’t really like guys much, Mr. Blackthorn. Sorry.”

“O-oh well; thanks anyway. And you are pretty regardless; I don’t think it’s the potions talking, you have really beautiful eyes-arugh! “

And you did it one more, extremely lightly, since it was pretty innocent.

“Ah, ah! Alright, I get it!”

It took Emmy having a turn and a second Wiggenweld from Macy, but the wounds had stopped bleeding much and closed up some, even if they were still open, so you and your tallest little sister pulled Travis up to his knees, shoved his wand into his hand. Gave him a look that said you would brook no argument as your little sisters kept back-to-back, looking for new threats, and Macy threw up more sparks.

A second later, a small silver and white raccoon was hopping through the air and then disappeared into mist as Travis nearly collapsed from the strain before ‘Brey caught him.

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>>6181468

“M-macy… do you have a Blood Replacement potion, too? Please? Even if he was hitting on you? O-only I get to kill him.”

“That bad, huh? If it happens, Aubrey, I’m sorry about every-“, and Travis got shushed by the gray-brown haired girl.

“Shut it, Dark Lord Blackthorn! It’s just worse than it looks. That’s all… yeah, ‘Brey. Yeah, that’s all.”

“N-no. I’m sorry, ‘Brey. S-sis, I don’t. Going to be working on those and a few other things now, I think, though. All I have left are a few Wiggenwelds, Invigorating Draughts, a… special brew, my bezoars and an anti-toxin. Another gas potion.”, Macy stammers out, sounding disappointed in herself as she tossed a revealing spell out.

Yep. Cheeks still a bit pink, heh, even if she wasn’t into boys.

“MayMay. All? That’s amazing. You did great and-“, then Emmy was cut off by a blood-curdling scream of fear and pain coming from the West… one from a voice you recognized. It was A-

“Ash!”
“Ashley!”

Aubrey and Travis shouted out at the same time, and Aubrey was on her feet after setting her supposed rival and nemesis gently on his stomach so it didn’t hurt his wounds, and was about to start running to the cry.

You still hadn’t heard the dry pop of Apparition, though there were some distant noises of spells and curses in the air now.

Shit… if she was out alone…

It took three and a half of you to take this thing out. And, while you were sure, she was strong and smart? What you heard through the light mist filled your bones with frost. What was happening to her? No one to watch her back and without a living arms depot like Aubrey, or pharmacy like Macy? W-why did she sound so terrified?

”Because, there are things worse than death, Jennifer. Much, (i)much(/i) worse.”

>Yank Aubrey back down. She was about to run towards it, be a big dumb hero. Do her job as a prefect and protect people. You had to wait for the Headmistress or Headmaster together; Ashley might even already be dead by now.

>Jump up with her. Ash might have been a hard ass, sort of a bitch, but there was already one girl dead tonight. You couldn’t stand more. Go with Aubrey. Have Macy and Emmy put up overlapping Prismatic shields around themselves and a badly wounded Travis until Professor Edelweiss got there, with her husband, hopefully. Have them sit tight.

>Pull Travis back up, even if it hurt him, shove all the Wiggenwelds and Invigoration Draughts you had down his throat even if he had a tiny heart attack; make him send out all the Patronuses he could, Apparate away to his Hall or the main castle even if they might not be secure. (Take someone with him? 1 max.)

>Same as above but no more Patronuses; keeps a couple of beneficial potions left. Make him Apparate away even if it nearly killes him so you had your whole team and run towards Ash.

>Second option but go with someone else towards the screaming girl aside from Aubrey and have her stay back, 1 person max.

>Write-in. Can combine stuff.

>>6181474

>Jenn has unlocked the General Jenn (Novice) Trait. Right now all you know is people listen to you when you speak and you share your Brave trait with those under your command.

>I also need a 1d100+5 (Antique Xylomancy Twigs) VS DC 85 to see if something good happens. No rolling DC, bad results, or crit fails, though a nat 100 will make it narratively cooler and might get you something.

Stupid formatting. Not worth it to mess around

Rolled 44 + 5 (1d100 + 5)

>>6181474
>>6181481
>Same as above but no more Patronuses; keeps a couple of beneficial potions left. Make him Apparate away even if it nearly killes him so you had your whole team and run towards Ash.

Rolled 58 + 5 (1d100 + 5)

>>6181474
>Yank Aubrey back down. She was about to run towards it, be a big dumb hero. Do her job as a prefect and protect people. You had to wait for the Headmistress or Headmaster together; Ashley might even already be dead by now.

>>6181481
rollin

>>6181481

Yeah. I can not eat and write. It was meant to be three people roll a 1d100+5. Fuck. Going to commit sudoku, BRB.

So one more roll.

Rolled 98 (1d100)

>>6181474
>>Yank Aubrey back down. She was about to run towards it, be a big dumb hero. Do her job as a prefect and protect people. You had to wait for the Headmistress or Headmaster together; Ashley might even already be dead by now.

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>>6181777
>massive dick roll
>lucky 7's
holy shit anon! nice save!