>>6287525

You were using it for good; the fact that even in your normal skin you were strong, fast, tough, with great senses and powerful regeneration even by werewolf standards. In this case it was by running laps with a tiny 12-year-old Witch with blood-red hair and leaf green eyes, letting her plow into you as hard as she could, demonstrating how to know where her teammates were and make a good toss, juke around someone since she was quick if nothing more because Quodpot try-outs were tomorrow and the little orphan girl loved the game. You wanted to let her try out the new high-quality pads, helmet, cleats, and sportswear she had received from a mysterious benefactor going by Captain A.T.

It was of course been a coincidence your best friend’s dad had returned to their house for the day, which would have had him pass through Arcadia Falls, the small Magical community to the south which had a nice sporting goods shop. Gave Michah a toothy smile when she put a shiny sticker of the cartoon bird from Charley Brown on her helmet from a pack of them her adoptive brother/kinda boyfriend gave her one year for her birthday, as well as a little red braided friendship bracelet he made which she still wore.

A sweet little-wait...

No.

Something just changed. The wind. The scent. The Magic.

And it was so distracting you got hit in the noodle by the practice Quod Michah tossed your way and had it pop like a party balloon a couple of seconds later, as you smelled the air, tasted the wind, listened to nature; felt the subtle shift in Magic, then took out the hearing protection you used since even the practice ball going off hurt your ears.

No. No… something just happened.

“Oh Merlin! I’m sorry Miss Anna-Beth! Are you-are you-“

“Shush. I’m fine. I can’t tell but… something happened. The South. ‘Brey and the others were going to try to pick Snake-Wood leaves for Lief. From there.”, and you started ripping off your gloves, pads, helmet, even shoes so your sharp black “nails” were exposed. Let them grow out a tad along with your canines, and ears; not even a partial transformation. You just stopped suppressing the wolf parts of you in your human skin. It didn’t feel wrong like when you had to rip a Snallygaster’s throat out Friday morning, but it was not right either and… you didn’t have a pack; didn’t want one. Were even hesitant to have kids since there was like a 1 in 1,000 chance you would pass the Curse along but Aubrey was about as close as you could ever want and now she had a Coven. Sisters and brothers, so they were yours now too.

You had to keep them safe for her, protect them. Had to keep the little ones safe. Keep your home safe. “Arf? Arf, arf, bark.”, you said to and with yourself.

Something just happened and you did not like it.

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>>6287527

“Michah? That older boy with strawberry-blond hair? His name is Sunny. I am going to get him and Gabe, the one with the pony tail, to take you and the younger kids back to your dorms. I’ll have one send a Patronus to Timothy. I have to check something out by the front gates.”, you said while suppressing a slight growl in your voice. Got a slight tug on your hand even as you felt your eyes turning an even lighter blue and knew they would be almost glowing.

“W-what? Is? Is something going on? Like before? No… I have to be strong for him; please have them send something to Tim. But? I am coming. I have to be brave and tough for him, learn how to be, since he always was for me. I have to keep him safe now. Be strong. Mean sometimes. I have[/] to learn.”, the tiny girl almost shouted out and pulled her new helmet off to reveal short ruby red hair.

“I don’t think it is like that exactly but Aubrey would be ashamed if I didn’t follow my instincts. I have to protect our home. You. And you will run after me, won’t you? No matter what, unless I stun you or knock you out. Right?”

“Yes, Ma’am. Coach. I will. But? As long as I know he is safe for now? I have to make Horned Serpent proud. Make him proud. You. All my new friends.”, the kind of soft-spoken child said but with goblin silver in her voice.

“Fine. You will stay behind me, stay close. Protect yourself first if anything bad is happening. If I have to turn all the way? If it is like that? You will be running as fast as you can to the main Castle; find a Caretaker, Professor, Pukwudgie, an older student; anyone. I can last for that long at least. Am I clear?”, you said while boring into her with your blue and yellow flecked eyes while downing a couple of bitter purple Wolfsbane potions just in case to a nod from the little girl. “If you see it, the change is not pretty. I’m sorry but I will not hurt you. I promise. But? You are taking my gun. The magazine with a stripe along it has the silver cored bullets if anything happens.”

“Yes, Coach. Miss Anna-Beth. I’m not afraid of you. I’m sorry, though. I have read it hurts. To turn. And… I don’t want you to hurt. To kill you.”

“It is fine. I am used to my skin changing. But? If I stop being human, I want it that way. To… I shouldn’t say this to a little kid. But? I want to die as me. Not as something else. I am sorry but if you really want to come? You have to accept that possibility. There are extra Wolfsbane potions in my pouch if it happens and I scratch you. Drink all you can stomach. I am okay with what I am but do not wish it on anyone else. But… SUNNY! GABRIEL!”, you howled out. “Grab our things, get players off the pitch until I send up blue sparks! Message to Timothy Mason in Thunderbird to stay in! And grab the girl’s hard pads for her!”

“Sure, Captain!”

“Got it, boss!”

>>6287529

A minute later, Michah had on the hard outer pads used for real games, you were down to tight gym shorts and a compression shirt and the other players were being shooed off by your team. The girl had on her little target pistol as well as your own massive 10mm 1911 Long Slide ‘Brey gave you from the collection for your birthday one year, your potions pouch, and her wand strapped to a pair of belts.

“Alright. We’ve wasted enough time.”, and you knelt down. “On my back; hold on tight, I am going full speed.”

“W-what?!”, the little red-head cried out, even as she followed instructions.

“You wouldn’t even be able to keep up for 50 yards, even if I was just playing around like before. ‘Brey is stronger than me in this form, as strong as me half changed at least. Yet? Having inch long claws does do wonders for your traction; running and chasing a ball every day is good for your stamina. I am quicker than her and she could set new no-maj world records. So? You are hitching a ride. Now hold on!”, and you shot off like a bullet to the front gates with a screaming girl who had never been on the back of someone hitting 30 miles an hour before.


>Now back with our MC!

“Hey? ‘MayMay.? I have zero doubt you could make something amazing, ingenious. Something that might save us but… it isn’t right. She was by all accounts a horrible woman, a real monster but there is a reason we don’t use the flesh, blood, or bones of our kind or Muggles for spells, potions when unwillingly given. It is not right. Not right at all. We all deserve the dignity in death that maybe we couldn’t earn in life. Even a Dark Witch.”, you said softly but firmly, since the smaller girl already had a vial in her hand.

“Oh! Oh. I… I’m sorry Jenn. Really sorry. I don’t know why I even thought of it. Maybe to just be as clever as you are? I’m sorry. Are you mad?”, the little cinnamon haired mad scientist squeaked out while looking down and away.

You did know why she thought of it and it made you sick enough Emmy felt it and turned a bit pale; you were corrupting her. Macy thought that if she could be useful, if she figured something out that you and Em would want her more. Like and love her more.

Damn it.

“No, no, no. I’m not mad; neither is anyone else. It was a smart idea, but? Even Gormlaith needs her sleep. Robbing her grave is enough, I think. I considered it, the ashes, it but a little angel with cinnamon hair on one shoulder out shouted the devil with blonde on the other.”, and you wrapped your hand around the necklace with a dragon hide glove on, didn’t feel immense Dark power overtake you when the others had given the thumbs up that no simple spell ID’d the blackened silver as Evil or Cursed. Stuck it into a pocket. “I want to talk some later, Macy. But for now? Let make like geese and get the flock out of h-“

“Duck!

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>>6287533

So, you pulled Macy down with you as the old tree began to move like her branches were in a hurricane.

Aubrey grabbed Travis by the waist and got him back, Emmy flipped over one branch then grabbed another to get some air time as it flung her away and Vu… he pulled out his machete which you now saw had every inch of it engraved in tiny letters you were pretty sure were Ancient Runes with Arithmancy formula interspaced; actually blocked, stopped, then knocked away a large offending branch with a shout that made the blade glow a light green.

General Jenn and Overprotective Activated!

“Go, go, go! Now! Aubrey! Keep a hold of Travis! If the tree jumps up and follows us or something dumb like that, double up on brooms and get into the air but for now East side! Move, people, move!”, you yelled while picking Macy up when she tripped after Em dismissed her Transfiguration.

After a minute of running, all of you but Aubrey and Emmy were panting; you could still hear some slight noise behind you but it looks like the bitch couldn’t just uproot and give chase.

You saw a small old building which the Coven headed toward and asked Aubrey to let the lot of you in so you could calm down. Had her put Travis down from the bridal carry she had him in to undo the door; nearly slapped a pill bottle out of Macy’s hand and told her firmly no more for now. Apologized; you were a bit stressed.

A few seconds later?

You entered an old building that might have been a classroom 150 years ago; something like that. No trunks of cool stuff but some old supplies. What you were sure was an Augury feather quill you wanted and some old colored pencils that Macy claimed between deep breaths. Made Travis sit in a chair and take his robe and shirt off while Aubrey confirmed a couple of stitches had popped out which she began to fix with a few spells and supplies from her kit. Had her ask you to cover the main door with the nasty looking SMG she lent you while she worked. Em found an old half written set of notes for Wand Lore that she tucked away and you asked Chris about his apparently Magical machete.

“Ah. It was Great-Grandma’s. Just a simple tool to clear foliage at first from when we were still a French colony. She was a witch but basically self-taught or learned what she knew from the elders. There wasn’t something like the Trace over there back then. It was already inscribed some when I received it but… I added to it. I am sad I never really met her. She managed to figure a lot of advanced stuff basically on her own, so she seemed really smart. She began the enchantments to make this guy super sharp, strong, able to negate some force a couple of times a day. A few more tricks. If being an architect doesn’t work out and neither does farming? I wouldn’t mind being an Enchanter.”, the short boy responded while rubbing the handle of his magic sword… machete.

Whatever.

Same difference.

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>>6287534

“That sounds… it is a cool heritage. Sorry about the us being part French thing. But I guess you took some sword fighting? Is that an elective here?”, you asked as Aubrey cried out triumphantly at re-stitching Travis’ wounds and instructed him to have the Healers look at them later. To just say he tripped which popped a couple and she had patched him up. Bartlett knew she was good, had helped teach Aubrey field medicine so it would be okay.

“Oh? No. I mean it is but I just learned half of the tasty Magical things in America want to eat you too, so I picked up a few things, haha! Not as cool of a legacy as yours and Emily’s. And you said your ancestors left during the Terror so you are fine; Vietnam was actually pretty cool with the French until that bastard Ho Chi Minh fucked it up. Pho is derived from Pot-au-feu even!

“Emmy or Em is fine. You just fought a tree with us; you can use it. But if it is derived from pot roast, I am going to need some pho. Maybe very soon if stuff keeps happening to us.”, your little twin chimed in from where she was sitting with Macy and keeping her away from pills or potions while stoking the smaller girl’s hair some.

“Ahem. As yours and Emmy’s… think we are good to look at that necklace? And sure. I get to use the kitchens some. I’ll make a batch at some point before we all die.”

“Yeah. Sounds good. Not the dying part. Looks like ‘Brey is all done; here, Travy. Take this scary machine gun and keep covering the door. Em? Can you pull that little desk over?”

“Jenn! You are really going to trust Dark Lord Blackthorn to not gun us all down!? And I smell something familiar. Close. No, no. Don’t listen to the voices ‘Brey, it is just your imagination. It’s fine.”, your craziest little sister said.

Muttered to herself, really, at the end.

Okay.

Not odd.

“Hey? ‘Brey? It will be okay. Jenn and I can get him before he just wings everyone else. It is cool. Calm down; grab some water; no more pills. Not for you either Macy.”, your twin added as she pulled over an ancient looking school desk and some chairs while you sat and placed the blackened silver trinity knot on top of the old wood. Took off your glove.

Touched it after personally using ever revealing spell you knew of from the simple one that tossed out green sparks that would stick to anything Dark that first years got taught to one that would make most people your age pass out if they tried it. Consulted with the other you. Shouted at her, really, to get the fuck up and help. Felt something like a warm, painless shock from the metal, like it was acknowledging you.

Crap, crap! I am awake and… that really is the necklace of Gormlaith Gaunt, isn’t it? I can feel it. Woke up and I have a copy on, which is weird.

Really? Yeah. Odd. But? Seems like it, Jenny. I don’t have a bad feeling; anything on your end?

>>6287535

No… but there is old, old magic there. It can provide a strong protection to one who wears it, I think. Not absolute, naturally, given Isolt’s aunt is ashes now but… powerful for anyone with that bloodline. And? She used it once to track down her niece by it’s twin… it could be used like that again to find the other one with the right ritual and- FUCK! Get the gun from Travis’ hands! Pull it down at least!”

And several things happened all at once, like the world was running at half speed.

>Rolled an 11

You noticed a few drops of blood, nothing really, that led from the door to where Travis sat sans shirt. Heard as the door to the little old building was kicked in. Saw Travis aim and start firing into the cloud of dust while screaming something about suppressing fire. You hit him with the strongest Expeliarmus you could as quick as possible as there was a feminine cry of pain. Emmy went and clocked the sandy haired boy hard enough he was knocked from his chair from feeling your intent and probably broke her hand, again, from what you felt from your connection. And? Then there was Anna-Beth in the doorway bleeding from her shoulders and thigh with a tiny girl who’s hair was the same color as the Lycan’s blood behind her.

“Ouch. Ouch-a-roni and cheese.”, Anna said before going to a knee.

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>POV Shift!

You are Michah Mason. Proud daughter to… well you had no idea other than to the ones who took you and Timothy in considering you were given up for adoption when you were about one.

Still?

Proud witch, little sister, and kind of girlfriend to a boy you had met at the orphanage a decade ago. A boy who had refused adoption or foster care several times over the years if they wouldn’t take you in as well. Had protected you. Found a home for you and him eventually with a pair of older no-maj about a year or so before you had both had your first accidental uses of magic, which both terrified and amazed your new parents. Now? You were attending the Finest School of Witchcraft and Wizardry in the World; more relevant at the moment however? You were riding piggyback on a pretty Lycanthrope girl who was running fast enough to break the speed limit in most residential neighborhoods.

“Miss Anna-Beth! Coach! Fast! Too fast!”, you yelled out.

“No time! Nearly there!”, the taller girl white streaks in her hair barked out. Ilvermorny’s campus was large, huge really, but you made it all the way from the fields in the north to the trees at the southern gate in mere minutes. “Here! Hop off the Anna-Beth Express, Michah!”

And so she let you down from her back and went around the little area surrounding the famous Snake-Wood tree that was one of Ilvermorny’s symbols, sniffing and glancing about while you found your legs again.

>>6287536

Crap.

That was something else.

You had gone a little fast with your adoptive dad in his old Subaru before, skied the green slopes on vacation last year, gone a little quick on a broom even if you sucked with them when Tim took you out on one but it was honestly terrifying that a human could move so quickly with 80-ish extra pounds on her back.

It was a little fun too but you would never admit it… you kind of wondered if she would give a ride to your adoptive brother and sort of boyfriend sometime since he had a real NEED FOR SPEED which kind of made you grumpy.

Miss Emily had the same thing it seemed and might be stealing him from you, given they both loved Quidditch and she had already given him a little peck on the lips as and an awesome cap as gifts it seemed. Miss Aubrey had as well for being brave…

You had to work harder to keep up.

Yep.

Maybe more than hugs and holding hands? A kiss on the cheeks when he won the first match of the real season in the fall? The lips? Take back the kisses he had received? But then a calm but commanding voice interrupted your thoughts from by a huge magic tree.

“I smell overturned dirt. Three familiar scents. Three others I am learning. And one? From the little hill we popped over? Familiar but not right. Like someone I have met but also like a corpse. Death. Wrong. But it just disappears too, which I do not like at all. Someone was there. But, ‘Brey? She said you need to train your senses. Smell, see, hear anything?”

“Oh! Miss Anna-Beth? Coach? Sorry; I spaced out. Ummm… nice perfume? Some product maybe; minty? Gun oil, I think. Cooked veggies, almost? Like broccoli? I don’t like what that other smell was. And… it is quiet. Really quiet. Too quiet. Like a storm just blew through. There are a few drops of blood, I think. To or from the East. And the tree should not have so much bark missing at one time.”, you said hesitantly. You couldn’t really compare to a werewolf when it came to senses but you tried. Tried because you were going to keep the handsome dark-haired boy who kept you safe before safe now. Keep him yours, make him proud of you.

“You are pretty good. Amazing, really. Would probably make for a good Ranger with some training. A great… student? Apprentice? I didn’t even notice the little drops of blood with everything else, since I am kind of color-blind now in exchange for night vision; I smell them now… I’m not a medic like ‘Brey but I do hunt, though.”, she said while looking down at the tiny crimson stains on the grass. “It’s not a fatal bleed; fresh. They were here. We just missed them. Travis?”, she asked herself, then tasted the blood. “Yeah. Travis. Something happened to make his wounds open or he got hurt more. Deep boot marks, size 9; Aubrey carried him out. Crap. Hop back on the Anna-Beth Express. We are following the trail. No idea about the tree but I am sure she is fine.”

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>>6287537

“Wait! What?! Miss Anna-Beth! I mean, thank you, but?! Why do you know what Mister Blackthorn’s blood tastes like!”, you shouted out. This whole magic thing was still pretty new to you but that was odd. “Is he a werewolf too and you get in werewolf fights!?”

“He isn’t. I could tell if he was. No fights outside of the League. He is cool, even if my best friend thinks he is Evil; just kind of go with it, please. It makes ‘Brey happy when people believe her. He would die to protect you or the other little kids, just so you know. Also don’t ask because I am not telling why I know why his blood tastes like sloe berries.”

“The fuck…”

“Language! If I could take away House points, that would be like two! Now, hop on!”, the nice but kind of scary wolfy-girl demanded as she knelt.

A few minutes of tracking later, you and your Coach were in front of an old building she said used to be one of the Astronomy classrooms with a few drops of blood leading into it. The door was sealed, anti-unlocking Charm and all. That didn’t really matter when you were as strong as she was, however.

The Castle and much of Ilvermorny was nearly invincible but that didn’t really apply to newish construction. The last thing you heard after she kicked the door in to find her friends and your new sisters?

Before Anna-Beth tossed herself in front of you?

There was a sound like popcorn bursting and something about suppressing fire from a slurred but familiar voice.

https://youtu.be/HSsz2tJl8rg?si=SM-aF6D1ijKROAEV&t=16


“You fucking shot Anna! Asshole!”, Aubrey screamed out as she kicked the SMG you had knocked from Travis’ hands away as you pocketed the necklace. She and Vu ran over to the wounded girl while Macy looked down in disapproval before kicking the sandy-haired Headboy in the ribs.

Shit.

She was getting good at that.

“Travis! You do not shoot at your friend, especially when there is a little girl with her! Bad boy!”, Macy yelled down at him. “Don’t make the others nearly pee themselves!”

“Fug! That hurt. I thought it was the tree or magic Feds! I didn’t know Anna-Bet would kick in the damn door!”, Travis coughed out.

“Then be more careful!”

“The tree. Travy. You thought the fucking tree kicked down the door!? And I thought you didn’t believe in glow-niggers!”, you shouted out while downing an Invigorating Draught as you cast Reparo and Colloportus on the door followed by a conjuring a small floating light over Aubrey’s shoulder so she could see her friend’s wounds better.

“Wait. Wait. Macy? How many painkilling potions did you give Travy? ‘Brey? Did you give him Muggle drugs?”, your mirror image asked while helping you sit since that was a lot of magic all back-to-back with the revealing Charms from before.

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>>6287540

“Like one and a half? Two? And a Calming Draught. He looked like he was hurting!”

“A hydrocodone and an OxyContin; a couple of Adderall to make sure his heart didn’t stop. I didn’t have any Lidocaine in the IFAK to numb his wounds while I re-stitched them. Which I need to do again now!”

>General Jenn Activated!

“And you all let me give him a fucking gun?! I know Witches and Wizards are nuts, resistant to meds, but what told you that was a good idea! I was not briefed on this! What told you I should not know how doped up he is! He is fucked up so bad he thinks a damn tree tracked us down! That the glowing ones did! ‘Brey! How bad are Anna injuries?! Situation report, now! Kiddo? You aren’t hurt, right? I am not leaving a second school in as many months! Arrrrguhh!”, and you stood to find something to hit your head against until your better half calmed you down and returned the iconic submachine gun to you after swapping magazines out. The silver lining was Travy was messed up enough to not aim well, despite being in ‘Brey’s club for years.

“Okay. Okay. Get it together, Jennifer. And where the hell were you, Jenny!? I know you are there!”, you screamed to yourself and ‘yourself’.

“You do hear the voices too! I knew it! I forgot other people aren’t as resistant to this stuff as I am, General. And? That is the mag with my special sauce so be careful.”, Aubrey cried out as Anna grew her claws a little longer and picked a deformed bullet out of her leg.

“But? Not too bad. One hit the femur, stopped; the bone is fine aside from probably a few hairline fractures. The others hit and didn’t go all the way through in the meat of her left and right shoulders. Anna is as tough as goblin silver and those were just hollow points from a short barrel. They missed anything important. A Wiggenweld and Blood-Replacement would help so I am giving her mine in a second. Michah is fine. I mean, aside from a little PTSD, probably. I need to pluck the bullets in Anna’s shoulders out since they are hard to reach.”, the skilled, insane girl responded while retrieving her wand to Accio the bullets and tossed some pills in the Lycan’s mouth; got a large bag of jerky out of her bag for her to eat. Macy gave the cute brown and white-haired girl some water and a Girding Potion.

Jennifer? I was eating imaginary popcorn while I watched this shit show unfold with my blanket. We weren’t in danger and the wolf girl can walk it off; regenerate. I did warn you at least. Making Macy kick another person in the ribs will be funny. Still think we don’t have her wrapped around our finger?

>>6287541

“Fuuuuuuck you, Jenny! Shut up! I hate you! Insufferable brat! Macy kick Travis again for me!”, you screamed out from your chair and almost unloaded the UZI into the ceiling from frustration and kind of proved Jenny right. Shit tits. Still? You were crazy, had a vaguely evil shard of your soul stuck in wrong, corrupted a saint some, but were you the only sane one here?

Only as sane as I am, Miss Alice in Wonderland. Besides, we are all mad here, otherwise you wouldn’t have come to the party, hahahaha.

“Ummm. Sis? You were kind of spaced out and were screaming to yourself. Macy gave him another couple of light ones by the way. You okay? Not being overtaken by Dark Power or something? Should I hold on to that gun?”, Emmy asked tentatively.

7% corruption of Macy achieved!

“No. And no. I have to keep all of you in check somehow. Team mom. Commanding officer. Overwhelming firepower works.”, you said then downed your Girding potion and a couple of Aubrey’s pills after racking the slide of the gun while Em went to help the groaning Headboy up and split a Wiggenweld with him since her hand hurt and so did his ribs, jaw.

Had a fun idea to distract you from the werewolf with gunshot wounds.

The Doubling Charm wouldn’t work on something magical like a wand or potion but the black gun in your hand was just Muggle steel. And if you used the Cursed version… hehehehe!

Well, that was a thought to distract you from Travis’ coughing, Michah’s concerned words, Anna just having a nice little chat with ‘Brey with no real pain in her voice which was a little disconcerting, the pitter-patter of Macy running between people to help. Chris was at least silent while he aided his werewolf friend.

“I-I’m sorrrry, Annna. I didn’t mean to shoot you. Fug.”, Travis slurred out

“Ouch.”, she said lightly as the bullets were tugged out by Aubrey’s spell before they began to stop bleeding and slowly close even as they got plasters put on. “It’s fine, Travis. You know these can’t really harm me. If I changed, they would just pop out and I would be fine in a couple of minutes. You are still okay; if you hit my student? That would be a different story but you didn’t.”, Anna said with a smile that showed larger than you remembered canines and her glowing ice blue eyes flecked with gold like a full harvest moon.

Michah kind of peaked out from behind her and addressed Aubrey.

“Ma’am? Miss Aubrey? Do you think I can have a gun like that one? I have some of my stipend saved and I want to keep Timothy safe and stuff because he is my best friend, b-brother and junk.”, she asked softly.

As the tan nutjob finished up, she looked at the little girl, shorter and more waifish than even Macy.

>>6287542

“No full autos till you are older; can control the recoil. But… if you work hard in the club? Learn all the rules better than some people in this room did? I can see about getting you something that would be good for you; a pistol like Macy is borrowing in 5.7mm. Maybe .22 TCM, .38 Super. Low recoil and low weight. Especially if you can shoot as quick as you cast. And… we have a load of gun and I have some money. Save yours to get something nice for your boyfriend.”, and Aubrey gave the girl a bright smile as Michah blushed and had her ears turned red as her hair.

“Ah-ah… Tim is…he’s not… and someone already got great sports gear for me today. I can’t take… I don’t even know where to send a thank you to!”

“You can have it if you work hard in the club. And just hand the thank you off to an owl, if they gave a name. They are Magic and good at finding who they need to. Anyway, Anna rest for a minute and dig into the venison jerky; everyone else but Blackthorn can have a bite too. It’s great! Mama made it from Bambie’s mom when papa and I got her last year!”, and got a cackle.

Where did it all go wrong, Jenn?

Six months ago, your biggest concern was not getting caught having a few drinks with your friends or being seen breaking the dress code. Tests. Tricking people into thinking you were Emmy. Now you had a Lycan with gunshot wounds, a SMG in your arms, dark ideas, little girls wanting guns, and a tree that might hate you. A magic necklace owned by an evil witch in your pocket. Could predict the future and were in a different country where there was no good tea and even the lettuce wished for your death.


Fuck.


20 minutes and a Wiggenweld later? You and Emmy were bidding Anna-Beth and Michah goodbye after the girl sent up a few volleys of dark blue light, having basically recovered with a couple of large plasters on the wounds till they finished healing in a bit. You hadn’t mentioned the necklace since you already had enough excitement for one day and an owl that had tracked you down saying Mister Bradford and his wife were about done visiting their daughter; that you could come by.

Hugged Anna a little before and giggled when she scratched the back of your head with her still extended nails… claws.

Whatever.

Laughed more when she freaked out and tried to give you a Wolfsbane, which you just refused. Enjoyed the tiny bit of levity. She had been gentle and wasn’t even really contagious in this form. Waved with your twin along with ‘Brey and Chris as she walked Michah back to put up her pads; the small kid held the hand of the older, much stronger girl with black inch long claws like it was nothing.

She would have made for a great Gryffindor maiden. The unnaturally crimson hair you were pretty sure was not dyed or had a Charm on it did not hurt either. She could have been a mascot for your former House, even. Heh.

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>>6287545

Travis had his back re-re-stitched and some Wiggenweld in him to help. Chris and Macy said they would stay with him for a bit till he sobered up some and chat about things way above your level after Aubrey had taken his silver pistol away for the time being. If nothing else, your tiny adoptive sister making a new pal of Vu was a nice consequence of this whole affair.

‘Brey came up to you and Emmy when you were about to head to the Castle so you could see Ashley. You fingered the necklace in your pocket some as the tall, tanned girl looked nervous. Decided to-

>Put the necklace on. Jenny said it could be a potent protective for those of the same blood as Isolt and Gormlaith; she didn’t have a bad feeling about it.

>Give it to Emmy for the same reasons; you had to keep her safe.

>See if you could find a Professor to look at it more; you used every detection spell you and the Coven had and they were all clean but you were still just teens. Just say it was a replica you got and were suspicious of the seller or origin.

>Anna apparently wanted to possibly be a Curse Breaker. She might know more means than you. Wait and have her look at it. Decided whether to tell her what it truly is or lie, for now at least.

>Send an owl to your dad. No specifics but see if he could Apparate near-by and take the necklace to be inspected by one of his ‘associates’. Maybe Grimsly, the same one who had sold you David’s Port-Key?

>Just hold on to it for now. Maybe ‘Brey had a small spare safe you could borrow for it? Store it in her room since it was more secure, perhaps?

>Write-in

On the way? You almost had to tackle Aubrey a couple of times to keep her from running off. The normally bold if very eccentric curly haired Witch you and Em had adopted wasn’t there. It was just a girl filled with fear and anxiety when you made it up to the infirmary. You almost felt sick at making her do this, see Ashley again when it bothered her so much when she was holding your hand like a child would until you all had to check your guns aside from ‘Brey, given her position and connections.

But?

You had to do it though; make her face it. She had to be strong for whatever was coming. You had to foster that kind of strength, even if the weight of the future terrified you and going to see the tall Head Girl would hurt your new sister.

In the lobby, before one of the nurses could lead you back there was Bradford along with a teary-eyed witch with hair that was a dark blond like the book boy, Ryan.

“Ah. Hello, Miss Jennifer, Miss Emily, and good day to my little assistant.”

“H-hey Ken. And I haven’t helped you out in years. Hello, Hannah.”, Aubrey coughed out.

>>6287546

“Hello, dear. I’m happy our girl has some new friends who want to come see her. And? You will be my hubby’s little assistant forever. He always had fun stories when you were young, even if he had to make a dozen new rules just for you.”, the middle-aged woman in dark blue robes said with a small, sad smile. “You are the young ladies that got two more rules made in a single afternoon?”

“Ah… that was just me. I know we look the same but Emily is the better behaved of us. Even if I am the smart one.”, then got a light punch in the shoulder.

“Frick you, Jenn. It is nice to meet you Ma’am. Not sure if friends just yet but we are working on it. And everyone deserves some visitors. Um, we signed a get-well card no flowers or stuff since I bet all the ones in America want to eat you.”

“Just the Triffids, and those are native to Russia, actually. Well, and blood roses. Devil’s snare. Okay. Yes the flowers will eat you. We have a few books on them and Professor Rusalka has some experience if I recall; nearly got blinded by Triffid venom once when she was getting potion ingredients. And? Even if you are not best friends, I am glad she has people who care enough to come see her; our Ashley can be a handful. Still our little girl though.”, the tall older man said and had his wife sniffle some. “Come on dear. Lets let Ash’s friends visit with her… it will be okay. It has to be.”

And with that, the tall brown-haired man with an immaculate mustache led his wife off and you were taken back to a room in the far-left hand side of the mini-hospital that might make Madam Pomfrey and her apprentice Madame Chiara blush in jealousy.

Entered into a room following a tired and sad ‘Come in’ from a familiar voice.

Saw a taller girl with pale, ashy-blonde hair laying back in bed with a mostly uneaten tray of food to her left side.

“H-hey, A-ash. W-we brought a card. A-are you feeling any better? I’m s-sorry I made you trip.”, Aubrey stuttered out and went to set the card next to a few others on a nightstand, opened so the older girl could see all of your signatures and a little drawing from Macy.

“Like falling down is the biggest of my worries. Why are you even here? Any of you? Mom and dad made me let you visit. Come to take pity on me? Gawk? No… It doesn’t matter. I can just go work at a Starbucks or something, since I can’t use my wand anymore. Fly. Run. You seeing me like this doesn’t matter. Not like any of you are Merlin and can fix it. None of it matters.”

“What?!”

“I can’t use a wand with this, that is why. I can’t fly, play with my legs like they are.”, the slightly older girl spat out and pulled her right hand from under the covers; from halfway down it was gone. Replaced with steel attached to bone that ended in a hand she could seemingly move. Used it to rip her blankets off and…

Oh, Merlin.

Her legs were a mess of scars. Missing pieces of her muscles. A brace on one side. And?

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>>6287547

There was something like acid burns on the bit of her chest you could see. A couple of pock marks on her neck and face.

“I don’t get to use Magic now. I don’t get to play anymore. I don’t get to be good looking. Can barely walk. So? Screw it all. And Jennifer? Emily? Macy? I know. If you had never come here? I would still have all of that. So? Thank you for the card but fuck off.”

“You… the prosthetic… Jenn didn’t…”

“I can push Magic into it. Make it move. But you know how hard wandless Magic is. And I can’t push Magic out of it. It is my wand hand… I can’t use it now. That thing could have killed me anytime it wanted, but? Hahaha.”, and you got a bitter rueful laugh. “No. It wanted to torture me. Did. Ruined my life. And? I knew from the second I met Jennifer she was bad news in some way or another.”

“Oh… oh God.”

“God doesn’t give a shit, Aubrey.”, and the otherwise pretty girl sneered so sharply it seemed to physically harm ‘Brey.

>No. No, you would not allow this. Could not let her live unable to stand up for herself, do what she was meant to. Teach her to fight against things like this. Walk, run. To fly like she did before. To work with her issues. Turn them on themselves and make them into strength. Get her confidence back, even if she was kind of a bitch.

>Just leave in a minute. Your stomach was turning and there was a deep self-hatred in you right then. Apologize. You were only 16… you couldn’t deal with this. You weren’t the Chosen One; just a girl trying to be strong. Failing right then.

>Write-in

>OOC
Once more, sorry. I had to deal with my mom having health issues so I was there for like a week, had to buy a new dishwasher, so 20K in less than a year on repairs and new appliances or car shit, and needed to work more than I wanted to help cover all of it. Also sorry for the giga update. The longer I spend just working on one and polishing it, the larger they get. Bad habit. Thank you to anyone who reads all this and for those I follow I will get to your stuff when I am less tired, maybe after a nap.

>>6287546
>Put the necklace on. Jenny said it could be a potent protective for those of the same blood as Isolt and Gormlaith; she didn’t have a bad feeling about it.

>>6287548
>No. No, you would not allow this. Could not let her live unable to stand up for herself, do what she was meant to. Teach her to fight against things like this. Walk, run. To fly like she did before. To work with her issues. Turn them on themselves and make them into strength. Get her confidence back, even if she was kind of a bitch.

>>6287529

Just noticed... fuck I hate the formatting, since I screw it up all the damn time and never notice till it is past 5 minutes or when reading through stuff again. Fucking ADHD.

>>6287546
uuh this is a tough one...i´ll go with...
>>Send an owl to your dad. No specifics but see if he could Apparate near-by and take the necklace to be inspected by one of his ‘associates’. Maybe Grimsly, the same one who had sold you David’s Port-Key?
we are dealing with something huge here, dad is probably the safest bet.

>>6287548
right now i think we have a lot in our own plate...
>Just leave in a minute. Your stomach was turning and there was a deep self-hatred in you right then. Apologize. You were only 16… you couldn’t deal with this. You weren’t the Chosen One; just a girl trying to be strong. Failing right then.

glad to have you back! hope everything gets better soon

>>6287547
>Chiara reference
nice

>>6287535
>green sparks that would stick to anything Dark
is this similar to that thing that HeadQM did in the dark cave thing?

>>6288005
>is this similar to that thing that HeadQM did in the dark cave thing?

It is a spell from another HP quest that ran like 8 years ago.And never finished. A simple spell taught to first years that shoots out green sparks; they disappeared almost instantly on anything not Dark or could be popped against someone, and it was like being flicked a hundred times. Not used often since kids learn better detection spells pretty quickly after it was taught. I can not recall the name of the quest, though.

Just a tiny shout-out to a previous quest. Same as the Giant Finnish Prikka Bee I have used before in DHQ lewdfics.

Going to catch up on yours in a bit. See how Brando is doing.

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>>6288005

I will also say, trying to help Ashley doesn't take up a slot. It is basically making her come to the morning training to learn to fight and move, having Emily teach her to fly along with Michah and Timothy, Aubrey making her join the shooting club and helping her put lead on steel, Macy brewing with her when she practices for the International Wizarding cup, etc. if that helps inform your decision. No lock into her learning what is up.

Either option fits Jenn, I think, so whatever. Just to clarify.

>>6288081
he's on another night patrol, hopefully we don't almost die again this time

>>6287548
>>No. No, you would not allow this. Could not let her live unable to stand up for herself, do what she was meant to. Teach her to fight against things like this. Walk, run. To fly like she did before. To work with her issues. Turn them on themselves and make them into strength. Get her confidence back, even if she was kind of a bitch.

>>6287546
>Anna apparently wanted to possibly be a Curse Breaker. She might know more means than you. Wait and have her look at it. Decided whether to tell her what it truly is or lie, for now at least.

>>6287548
>Just leave in a minute. Your stomach was turning and there was a deep self-hatred in you right then. Apologize. You were only 16… you couldn’t deal with this. You weren’t the Chosen One; just a girl trying to be strong. Failing right then.

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>>6288323

If you want to chime in on what to do with the necklace, feel free to do so. Or not.


I will likely close this tomorrow evening if we get things not tied up.

Seems like we are at an impasse, so I encourage any lurkers to chime in. I will keep this open for a while longer; if no one votes, I guess I will leave it up to a coin-flip.

I was going to post that while waiting on a prescription at the store but 4chan kept sending me back to wait 120 seconds and would not give me the capcha. Fucking spaghetti code BS.

>>6287548
>No. No, you would not allow this. Could not let her live unable to stand up for herself, do what she was meant to. Teach her to fight against things like this. Walk, run. To fly like she did before. To work with her issues. Turn them on themselves and make them into strength. Get her confidence back, even if she was kind of a bitch.

Time to own up and help

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>>6289002

Do you want to chime in on

>>6287546

We still have a three-way tie with those options for Gormlaith's necklace.

I will call the help or not vote, since given how many people play this, I don't think I will get more votes to swing it.

>Help even if you are going to have to be a bitch to work her back into shape:

Wins and fuck the spam detection system since I can't link who voted for what w/o setting it off.


I do still need tiebreakers for the necklace vote.

Regardless, thank every one for the votes and for upvoting the first thread on suptg to green! Picre is an accurate depiction of my players base.

It is a massive compliment; I am never expecting to get to yellow on there but, if I even get one into purple, it would be amazing to know that many people checked this out and liked it.

>>6289212
>>Send an owl to your dad. No specifics but see if he could Apparate near-by and take the necklace to be inspected by one of his ‘associates’. Maybe Grimsly, the same one who had sold you David’s Port-Key?

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I will go ahead and call it for getting good old Grimsly to check it out via Jenn's dad.

This will be fun to write a quick interlude for.

So final decisions are trying to help Ashley and getting the necklace inspected before possibly tossing it on us or Emmy. Mini-Me will keep her version since it is basically make believe or just because the thing recognized a Pureblood decedent of Salazar.

Have a pic of Professor McDougal-Cross fighting a wendigo

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It has been a very busy and kind of shit 2 weeks. I rewrote this 3 times and tried to polish it after between work and life. Sorry.


General Jenn Activated! Overprotective Activated! Bitch Mode fully engaged! Tiny Sadist (narrative version) Activated!

“If he did? If God cared? He never would have sent them here so they could hurt people and get them hurt by just being alive. He would have killed them in the womb, ha. Two monsters, one stone. Maybe take their mother with them. Their dad. The little one as a bonus. Five for one, heh. Add you as get buy five, get one free deal, Aubrey; you delusional fucking lunatic, since you seem to best buddies now. Ha!.”

And in an instant your fist was tossed into Ash’s gut as hard as you could possibly manage, your entire body weight behind the blow. Then? She was throwing up off the edge of her bed, groaning, crying.

“Never say something like that about my twin again! Daddy! Mom! Littler little sis! My toughest little sister! ‘Brey is not[/b crazy! She might just be the only thing between Ilvermorny and destruction in a few years! b]Never speak of them like that again you self-centered bitch! I willl fucking kill you and make what that abomination did look pleasant when I do. Never say they should be dead. Any of them! Say anything you want about me but never them! Not a single one. No one in my family, Coven, which will include you soon! No one like you just did.”, before another blow.

“Jenn!!! You can’t stop!“

“Sis! Calm down! It is okay!”

“No, Emmy; ‘Brey. And? You know how I am, ‘Brey. I can[/]. I will not allow you two or anybody I love to be hurt. Not let Em be told she should have died, not that the greatest, strongest woman and man I know should be in a grave; not when they saved Merlin knows how many kids in the War. Fought and killed to do it. Not the smartest, kindest girl in the world. The best little twin ever made, my other half. A girl as caring and strong as you, ‘Brey because I do love you too. No. Not by some hateful, self-pitying bitch. But?”, you said while pulling the girl back into the middle of the bed after Evanesco-ing her puke.

“Get up, or I am getting you up, Ashley. ‘Brey? Get ready to help me hold her when walking around the infirmary after she cleans her plate. Emmy, Transfigure a temporary cane for her, please. I am going to show you to be ruthless and use all your tools to survive. You are learning to fly again from Emmy. We will be finding someone to help you learn to cast with your left hand; the girl whose hand I broke on that side or the cowboy, Cory, maybe. Macy will teach you how she fights; you can still know more than an enemy and brew a good potion with a steel arm. ‘Brey will teach you how she fights; that you can still pull a trigger and train. Her dad slayed a fucking dragon with no magic at all for Merlin’s sake!

>>6295064

4chan is having a retard moment and will not lite me delete this despite waiting a minute. Fuck this spaghetti code

>>6295071
Cod dam it. I hate formatting. Fuck it.

When it happens, it will be on your feet! You will have your pride again. Be a great Witch. You will not be serving bad coffee! You will not be a bitter nobody and say horrible things like you did before! Am I clear?!”

“Ha! Hahaha! And who the fuck do you think you are, other than a Grim in human form? Huh? Who the fuck are you to say shit when you just assaulted me? Promised to kill me?!”, you had spat at you like a cobra was in the bed and not a hurt, traumatized teen.

So?

You went and showed the self-pitting girl exactly who you were. Slapped her so hard across the cheek she might have fallen from the bed but for the rails. Did the other side. Stared her down while holding her new arm and old one against the mattress while she struggled as Emmy kept ‘Brey off you and Ash’s eyes grew, wide, wet, and she whimpered some.

“I am Jennifer Sanders. Sadistic, cruel, and evil bitch. Witch from lines going back before Ilvermorny was even a sparkle in Isolt’s eye. Proud twin to my better half and daughter of Nymeria and Lucerne Sanders. I don’t have grandparents, Ashley, because? They were brave and showed courage in the face of Death; did not lose hope even at the end. Died fighting”.

“Stop! Stop! Let me go, psycho! Monster!”, and she tried to use her legs to kick, squirm away, get you off her and it worked about as well as you would think. “You’re hurting me! Stop, stop; get off!”, girl said with desperation in her voice and tears on her cheeks, fear in her eyes.

“No, I won’t and I will hurt you. Make good people hurt you. You are going try and kill me when I am done with you. But? You might even have a chance when we are finish with you. And… what I am is your new teacher, Sensei, Commanding Officer, physical therapist, friend, little sister so long as you never say a thing like you just did again. Along with our other adoptive sisters and brothers, I will be teaching you to be less pathetic. Self-depreciating. Bitter. I have to be a good little sister and knock some sense back into you even if it hurts. You were not born to make coffee and use crutches; you are too smart, strong, and tough for that. Too amazing to live life like a cripple when you can choose not to since a man like Ken loves you; I know you can be great. You are to pretty to think you are ugly. Too good of a person to wish death on others, because you are not me. I am using some of my allowance to buy an entire box of expensive scar cream I have used before. If our Magic can’t help those little things on your chest, face, and legs then Muggle Magic will.

>>6295073

Three times a day and you won’t even notice them in a year. Aubrey? You are helping with getting some on Travis’ scars. I’m giving some to my littler little sis because she was hurt before but stood back up, just like you will be doing, Ley. We will be helping with your hair and face until you get the hang of that new arm. I am finding out where my male bestie got his walking stick and getting one for you to use when you relearn to walk. Making you into what was meant for you and not being nice about how I do it. Do you understand or do I need to use smaller words? A few more slaps? You are still pretty, Ley. Still strong. Smart. Skilled. Got it?”

“W-what the fuck is wrong with you! You are crazier than Aubrey is! A fucking bipolar psychopath! You just smacked me around, made me throw up and hurt me but want to be my friend?! Your sister?! Say you want to help me… Fuck! Did Rubida have a Horcrux?! I’m getting you expelled! W-“, the now red cheeked Head Girl stammered out while fighting tears and there was a strong hand clamped on your shoulder.

“Jenn! Sis! No! You-we can’t do this! She’s hurt! Ash doesn’t-“

“I can; we can and will if you don’t want to see her like this for the next 140 years, murdered before then or dead by her own hands ‘Brey, little sis. She needs it. You know my methods are harsh. Know now why they have to be. But she will be fighting and flying just as well as before she graduates. Better. ‘Brey, you know I cannot stand seeing people unable to stand up for themselves. Stand up to life. You know we don’t have the time to be nice. But? Speaking of standing… sit up, Ley.”, you said with adamantine in your tone; felt your eyes all but glowing as you let the terrified Head Girl have her arms back.

“Finish your food. But you do not call our little sister crazy; she was ready to run into danger and would have died for you. She would have fucking died to protect you if Professor Cross wasn’t there. I and Em would have. Remember that, Ley. Once that plate is clean, we are going to walk around, exercise. You will ask to be released tonight. I am making good people go hard on you, enough they will hate me, cry just like you will. You are showing up at 0600 sharp behind the T-Bird dorm every week day; you will hate me every single morning at the end. You will be going to your physical therapy up here every day; one of us will help you to classes. Flying with Emmy, learning to use your left hand from whoever we recruit. Joining Aubrey’s club and learn to shoot well with your right. Having Macy coach you with Potions. Ley? You will be staying on the team for the International Wizarding Cup and make your parents, both sets, proud when you help win it this year. Life isn’t about how hard you can throw a punch; it is about how hard of a one you can take and get back up. You are getting up. Now. Eat.”

And?

>>6295074

The ash-blonde girl actually followed instructions once Aubrey let go of you and gave her some tissues, had hit her food with a Warming Charm. Stared daggers at you the whole time while you and the other Coven members sat around her bed as she ate and helped if her new hand failed and she dropped a fork or couldn’t hold her bottle of water. Tossed the cleared plate back onto the little wheeled tray like she hated it and grudgingly took a small sports drink from ‘Breys little expanding pouch too when ‘Brey pulled it out and drained it; grabbed the simple cane Emmy conjured up.

“Happy now, psycho? Cunt. Evil bitch?”

“Hahaha! Like I don’t call myself those all the time! I will be happy when we do a couple of laps around the Infirmary. We can start in here though; let you limber up. But first. Alohomora!”, and you flicked your wand at the brace the taller girl had on her left leg, made it come undone. “Time to get back up, Ley.”

“That’s not my name! I need that!”

“We only give nick names to people we like, Ley. No; my slattern of a twin, our sisters, and myself are going to show you that you do not need it. And? If you start to fall? You have people here to catch you. We will not let you go down. But…”, your amazing little sis said in your stead. You added on.

“Sure, street walker. But? No. You need to know you can stand on your own two feet; this is step one. We are going to help. Keep you safe but you have to stand for what is coming. Stand alone if you must but you must stand; you will learn how to do it again. Yes. Stand. Stand up to the all the shit in life. Stand for yourself and the people you love. I am a cruel, evil bitch with how I go about this but you will learn to do it and be proud, Ashley Patrick, even if you end up loathing me. Now? Up. Emmy? Wiggenweld and Girding potions from the smartest girl at this School.”

“Yep, sis.”

“F-fine. I can’t stop you. Literally. Fuck… give them to me. Fucking monster.”

“Good girl. Smart. I might be, so you are learning to walk and cast again from one of them as well as some very good people. Will have two people who are future Healers and a trained medic looking after you. Better people than I could ever be.”, you said as Emmy handed over the brews.

“Jenn? I am going to need to have a very serious talk with you tonight. Got it, big sis?”, ‘Brey said to you with her head right against your own, softly but with a very concerned undertone, tenor, in her pretty voice.

Yeah. You expected this.

“I know, ‘Brey. I knew you would.”

But, then?

>>6295075

You helped get some shoes on the taller girl’s feet which still had cute pink polish on the nails after she downed the potions; got her off the bed with her temporary cane in hand after Aubrey showed her which hand to hold it with given what leg was worse. Got her hair in a ponytail. Put your arm under her shoulder and helped her around the room a few times while she cried a little from the pain, gave her a handkerchief to clear them before making it to the hallway with your little sisters either beside or behind Ashley in case she started going down.

Did a lap of the infirmary.

Ran into Doctor Bartlett.

“W-what are you doing to Miss Patrick! She needs rest! She is in pain! Where is her leg brace!? Why are her cheeks red?!”, the seemingly mild-mannered man all but shouted.

Aubrey took over, stole words from your mouth well enough she might as well have been Emmy.

“Barty? Doc? We are teaching her to walk again. To stand on her own two feet. Will be teaching Ash how to work her awesome new arm. Cast again. She has to get that she can do it. Jenn knows stuff. This is what Ashley needs if she wants to survive. Ash?”, your tall little sister said with goblin silver in her voice.

“I-I am leaving this evening Doctor Bartlett. I will be back for therapy in the afternoons, after classes. But I am not staying in a bed any longer. No. I am going to overcome this.”, Ashley said with a quiet voice. “I am a student but I am still 17; an adult. I have the right to leave whenever I want.”

“What!? I cannot condone this medically! You are hurt! You can barely work your prosthetic!”, the white-haired physician barked out.

“And, Sir, that is what I am doing, even if I hate Jennifer and Emily. Aubrey. All of them but… I am going to learn my own way. To use it. Walk. I think the blondes are evil, psychopaths, Dark even but they and the nut? They gave me some hope. Enough to try. Aubrey was trained by you. She can keep an eye on me. The taller twin? She said I could have it back. What I lost. I want to believe that; I have to. I am still getting checkups, my therapy but I need to be out there. See if Jennifer was right or just torturing me with what could never be.”

“You… Jennifer. Girls. Children. Doing this to Miss Patrick is truly cruel. Teasing someone with what they cannot have.”

“Oh. Ohhhh, no, Sir. It is what Ley is going to have back. Maybe not exactly the way it was, but she is going to be the amazing Witch she was meant to be; get her pride back. I don’t care if I need to slap some sense into her, literally. I don’t care if my lessons are basically sugar-coated abuse. But? She is not living as a cripple, not while I, my sisters, brothers are alive. She is taking her life back, one inch at a time.”, then gave him an insane smile along with Emmy.

Had Aubrey help hold LeyLey some.

>>6295083

I hate the character limit so much. It almost makes me want to move to Akun along with the formatting shit


“Doctor? We are helping her; my littler little sis was born weaker than average, has issues. Is working through them, old injuries that make it hard to do wand work, and is still likely the most dangerous person you will ever meet. A true genius. If she could pull herself back up as a kid, so can Ashley as an adult. By the by, here. Leaves from the Snake-Wood.”, you said in an annoyed tone while grabbing six large dark green leaves from a pouch.

“Call it a bribe to let Ley out tonight. You are chewing one of mine like it is tobacco, Ley. We can get more; the tree might hate me some but I can dodge a branch. She also needs a walking stick that isn’t just a Transfigured tooth-pick till I get one like my adoptive brother has sent over; he had half his bones pulped and got up from it. Ley can too. His walking stick has a couple of tricks up its sleeve, we think; so will hers. We will be here to pick her up later. Get her to her classes tomorrow and until she is better. Make sure she doesn’t get hurt and keep her safe.”, you said before Emmy took over.

“Yep. She is our new sister. So we are showing her all we can; please help Ashley too, Doctor Bartlett. She is a bit of a b-word but so is Jenn; so am I. She doesn’t deserve this kind of life, to barely be able to walk. Not play a game she loves. Not have her Magic. Not have her pride, be bitter and defeated.”, Em finished with.

“You foolish, arrogant… fine. She is an adult. Can leave AMA. Make her own medical decisions, even if they are foolish. Do it herself, as long as her parents agree. Keep the leaf in for 30 minutes, Miss Patrick. I will send a couple of owls, one of which is going to our Headmistress and Headmaster. Just get my patient back to her room and have her not fall on the way there.”, he said with a sigh and an angry scowl while taking the broad leaves from your hand. You smiled and considered who to recruit so she could learn to use her offhand. Tossed Ash one of the spare leaves despite her complaints how bitter it was. Walked the girl back to her room; took away your arm and cane near the door so Ashley could, even if slowly and shakily, see that she could walk on her own.

A small thing but you have to crawl before you walk, walk before you run.

But?

You really need to stop beating up or pissing off Healers; it’s going to be bad for your future health.

Now who to help her cast South-paw…

>>6295085

>Find Gwen. She is left-handed. Get her to help to show Ashley to cast with that hand and redeem herself some. You think she is terrified of you enough to brook no argument.

>Find the Magic Cowboy, Cory. He is ambidextrous; could probably show her some even if his wand was on his right hip when you saw him. Seems like he might have a small crush on Em, maybe you too.

>Both. Ashley needs all the help she can get.

>The Germans. A staff only needs one real hand on it for a person to cast; find where theirs were made. She will need to relearn basically everything but you have two people who could teach her; may help with her walking for now.

>Aubrey has been here forever. There may be someone else she knows who is a South-paw.

>Write-in

After getting Ley back to her room and encountering a very concerned dark-haired nurse who you had to tell that Doctor Bartlett, first name Bartly which was amusing, had approved Ashley walking about with your Coven helping, you made it back to your dorm.

Had Aubrey look bothered and concerned for what you would be putting the crippled girl through so you Em, and Macy, who had returned once Travis was no longer so doped up, all went to ‘Brey’s room. Put on some lighter clothes. Laid with ‘Brey in her large bed. Macy and the tall, tanned girl were in the center with you and your twin on the sides holding them.

Macy… it made you feel warm in your chest that she was okay hugging Aubrey with her head against her chest. She had really grown so much, even if ‘Brey was part of the Coven; her honorary sister now? Macy still had her issues but was pressed against the curly haired Prefect. Just seeing that, the little cinnamon-haired autistic prodigy comfortable enough to fall asleep with an older, stronger girl almost made you feel better about what you were going to put Ashley through. Felt the same emotions from Emmy. Made you feel a touch better at corrupting a Saint like Macy.

It was so warm and relaxing under Aubrey’s handmade quilt with three amazing girls with you it almost melted the ice in your heart; filled the void there. Maybe it could make what you now knew was in your sister’s chest feel better as well.

Aubrey had nodded off quickly after a few hard days. The necklace was secured in her safe for the moment and you had spoken to your twin; resolved to get daddy to Apparate over. Meet in the parking garage when you sent letters later, have him and the person who sold you the Port-Key look it over since the man was quite good at his job it seemed. MayMay was softly breathing with closed eyes and looked so cute you had to run your hand through her soft, pretty hair a few times before moving on to your twin’s straw blonde locks a bit.

“I love you Em. I really do. A little dork, a brat; but I love you. Owls to Daddy, mom, David, some of our other friends tonight?”

>>6295087

“Yep. But? Ahhh… dang it. Forcing me to say it. I love you too, Jenn.”, then got her hand in your hair. “Even if you are insufferable. A Doom magnet. I love my slightly bigger sister.”

“Thanks, Emmy. I am frightened. But I have you, even if I am so sorry for bringing you into this.”, you croaked out.

“Jenn? We have always been in this together. I will be there till I die. I think we are doing the right things; best as people like us can and that has to be enough. We will find it. Keep it safe. Use it for go-well not evil things and save the world or some junk. Help the kiddos and Ashley survive. Each other. Trust me; I’ll trust you.”

“Too good for me, even if a slut bucket. Cum dumpster. But? Please don’t make me cry by being so much better than I can be; and? Of course, I trust my little clone. Let’s just nap some in a minute or two.”

“Sure sis. Saltern”

Then?

After caressing Macy’s locks some with Em helping on Aubrey’s? You whispered a little to your kind, brave little twin before planning to nap like the other two prior to picking Ley up in the evening.

>Tell her you know she took more damage to her soul than she claimed; that it was not a snowflake in her chest. That it was the same shard of ice you had; half the cost of the Curse. Ask if she has her own Mini-Me. Thank Emmy for keeping your soul mostly intact. The others are passed out hard. It should be safe.

>Just… let it go for now. Thank her regardless, let her know you will always be there. That you love her even more than crispy waffles. Softly chat about nothing then rest.

>Write-in


OOC: Fucking finally. Sorry for a gigupdate but every time shit stops my writing these they grow and shit interrupted me constantly over the last week and change. Sorry for the fucked formatting. Sorry for being gone. I hope I still have my handful of players. I ended up being a shit QM and crappy writer but I will give this and ending even if it takes 5 years. Thank you all for reading and voting. That goes to people who dropped it at some point too.

>>6295087
>>6295091
>>Find Gwen. She is left-handed. Get her to help to show Ashley to cast with that hand and redeem herself some. You think she is terrified of you enough to brook no argument.
>Just… let it go for now. Thank her regardless, let her know you will always be there. That you love her even more than crispy waffles. Softly chat about nothing then rest.

>>6295073
>>6295074
sheesh, i would be on the crippled´s side here...im actually starting to not like her here, she is pushing it too much to be endearing now.

>>6295087
>Find the Magic Cowboy, Cory. He is ambidextrous; could probably show her some even if his wand was on his right hip when you saw him. Seems like he might have a small crush on Em, maybe you too.
Ambiderxtrous know the best secrets of both hands, he could do it.

>>6295091
>>Just… let it go for now. Thank her regardless, let her know you will always be there. That you love her even more than crispy waffles. Softly chat about nothing then rest.

good to have you back, hope everything gets better soon...again

>>6295091
>>Tell her you know she took more damage to her soul than she claimed; that it was not a snowflake in her chest. That it was the same shard of ice you had; half the cost of the Curse. Ask if she has her own Mini-Me. Thank Emmy for keeping your soul mostly intact. The others are passed out hard. It should be safe.

>>6295087
>Find the Magic Cowboy, Cory. He is ambidextrous; could probably show her some even if his wand was on his right hip when you saw him. Seems like he might have a small crush on Em, maybe you too.

>>6295091
>Just… let it go for now. Thank her regardless, let her know you will always be there. That you love her even more than crispy waffles. Softly chat about nothing then rest.

>>6295087
>Find the Magic Cowboy, Cory. He is ambidextrous; could probably show her some even if his wand was on his right hip when you saw him. Seems like he might have a small crush on Em, maybe you too

>>6295091
>Tell her you know she took more damage to her soul than she claimed; that it was not a snowflake in her chest. That it was the same shard of ice you had; half the cost of the Curse. Ask if she has her own Mini-Me. Thank Emmy for keeping your soul mostly intact. The others are passed out hard. It should be safe.

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I am going to leave this open for a bit longer if any lurkers want to vote, till a little after my lunch and start on a pot of chicken and dumplings for dinner. Right now it looks like Cory and just putting off calling Emmy's bluff are in the lead.

>>6295456
Chime in for the other choice too if you want. A couple more people going for Gwen would tie it up and give me a head ache lol.

>>6295277
Ashley just lost her life, she believes; I have seen people like that before in my line of work, patients or people who have fucked up and lost what they had. Bitter, mean, cynical, jaded, and don't care anymore when they were not that bad before even if they might have been a kind jerk or hard ass. Because this is make believe, I toned it up some for characterization and dramatic reasons, but I try and add some reality to this based on an interesting life and the things I have seen, done, gone through. The cruelest thing Jenn did was make her finish the hospital food BTW, something I am too familiar with at my age.

But she has a chance to show that is not who she really is; she could be a bitch before but was also a loving daughter to her adoptive parents. Kind to her friends even if she called Travis an idiot a number of times for his Hat Man persona.


Have a pic of about what Em's but looks like in her gym shorts while I get food ready.

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Now that food is on? I will call it.

>>6295092
>>6295277
>>6295456
>>6295582
>>6295768


Going to call it as

3 vs. 2 for:

>Recruit the Cowcoy spell slinger; he seemed to think the pair of you were hot. Should be easy with a cute couple of outfits for you and Emmy.

And:

3 vs. 2 for:

>Keep in for now it in that you know Em's secret. She had spared you from pain; you would do the same for her. Help how you could to ease it with out letting her know.


Update maybe tonight. We will see.


Thank everyone for the votes and comments!

Aubrey's serious talk will be fun, haha.

>>6296013

Fuck 3 to 1 for the help vote on Gwen vs Cory, I am tired and dumb. Same outcome but w/e. Distracted by dinner nearly there. My bad.

For anyone still interested in this; not dead. I had a medical thing. Another grand mal seizure and a concussion when I hit the table with my head. I had to go to the hospital for several days, get a few stitches on my forehead. Even after being released, I had some issues like my hands shaking like a leaf even with meds.

I am mostly recovered but hard to type like that, plus head trauma that made spelling hard. I still am making more mistakes than before.

I was already 75% done with the update and it is ready after I review and comes with a vote at the end then we finish, we move onto next week and what you will do with your activity slots. It will be coming this evening.

Thank every one who has stuck with this.

>>6303294
>first was the cow
>now was a seizure
god damn, hope i everything gets better soon, what incredible bad luck

>>6303299
I was super lucky before 30. Now I must pay. Threw my back out at work literary on my 30th B- Day.

I'm going to check you quest out in a bit. See what I missed.

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“Emmy?”, and you managed to reach across the two sleeping girls between you with only making them wake slightly, shift a hair so Macy was hugging you now and Aubrey turned on her back. Put your hand over your sister’s heart; you wouldn’t say you knew.

Not now.

But maybe this would help, some at least.

“Thank you. For all the things you have done for me. All of them. Every little thing. I know we have our little routine, but I appreciate you, love you for all of them. Being my better half. Love you, little sis.”, and now that you knew? Could swear her chest felt too cold against your hand; felt warm emotions leak in though…

“Y-yeah, Jenn. Big sis. Of course. Even before knowing our fates are tied, I was always going to be there. You were for me more than often enough. I don’t like losing so I wasn’t going to lose at that. Being a good sister to my other half. Love you, Jennifer.”

“Yeah… sleep? A nap? Letters and then me and ‘Brey are having a talk. An important one. Just us. I don’t think it will be bad, not like that, but maybe be close by? Then, LeyLey. Plan?”, you whispered out and rubbed the bustier version of you along her sternum some; locked eyes. Tried to smile some for her.

“Okay. Yeah. Sounds good. And I’ll be close… I don’t think she is going to do anything; Aubrey is a good girl. If she does… you know how we are. I will not pull my punches at all. Lets hope you two keep it civil.”, Emmy whispered back, returned your smile and you instantly felt less anxious. “But, yeah. Nap time, sis.”

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You were back there. The cavern with a tiny you now in a cute, warm outfit, wrapped in a blanket. The aura was still horrifying but maybe just a little less so.

“Hey, Jenny. Nice and toasty?”

“Better than before. I’d ask for another set but we really don’t have time.”, she said while turning to face you.

“I though time was relative here?”

“It is, to a degree. It cuts both ways, though. Almost time to get up, find a cowboy, write some letters, and deal with an angry, afraid, and sad schizo. All I can say for the last is wall, not you. Broken hand, unless you do something. Tears, regardless. And those visions may be coming sooner than later, depending. Bye, Jennifer. Please don’t get us killed till next weekend at least. The menu is going to be good next week and I want to enjoy it.”

Then you were awoken by the tinny ring of an old mechanical alarm-clock on the nightstand closer to the tall, curly haired Prefect.

“Ahhh… crap. That really did not seem like four hours. MayMay? Up?”

“Yeah, sis. Need to get some water. Going to practice for a little with that 7th year who helped me back to the hall in a bit; just a little while to restock us.”, your small best friend mumbled out while you gave her back the glasses on the night stand on your side.

>>6303396
>>6303396

“Yeah, sis. Need to get some water. Going to practice for a little with that 7th year who helped me back to the hall in a bit; just a little while to restock us.”, your small best friend mumbled out while you gave her back the glasses on the night stand on your side.

Aubrey had shot up the instant the bell went off and already had her wand in hand; rolled over Em and was checking the room for threats.

Your twin was still lightly snoring. You honestly had no clue how she woke up to make it to classes, since she kept sleeping through a loud bell ringing and a very dense girl rolling over her.

Is what it is.

So?

You slapped her ass, hard, a couple of times to get her to open her eyes after Macy got out of the bed.

“Fu-frick! Jenn… is that your thing now? Five more minutes.”, the sleepyhead mirror image of you said and earned another smack and a boob pinch for it.

“Nope, Emmy it’s just fun. Now? Up! Up! Time to find a cowboy, write letters begging for stuff, pick up a bitchy girl… and before we get Ley for dinner? We can have that talk ‘Brey. Tall less little littler sis; just me and you. So, ass in gear, Emmy! There is work to be done! We are getting made up a little so we can convince Coriolis to help Ley!”, you shouted and managed to get your twin to sit up even if her stare could put a hole in goblin silver.

“Fricking cupcakes. Fine, Jenn. I hate you.”

“Hate you to, Emmy.”

“Okay. So, you will be back before food time? Before we get Ash? Because we are having a talk, Jennifer.”, ‘Brey said with a hard tone after checking all the corners and beginning to change cloths with wand still in hand. At least she still trusted you to see her in her underthings.

But?

Yeah. This would not be fun.

Jennifer.

Not Jenn. That kind of made your chest sting.

Jenny gave you something if nothing else and seemed basically healed. You think if needed, she could aid you even if she estimated Monday to be when she was back to 100%. Close enough, late on a Sunday. But you were part Slytherin, would try and salve this… and you did care for ‘Brey. Weren’t lying when you said you loved the oddball along with Emmy.

Veela needed affection; to have it and show it. The idea you might have lost it from your new sister filled you with a deep, deep anxiety from your blood you had trouble suppressing. You knew Ley needed this but…

>>6303397

Veela needed affection; to have it and show it. The idea you might have lost it from your new sister filled you with a deep, deep anxiety from your blood you had trouble suppressing. You knew Ley needed this but…

Yeah.

You would just have to see how things went. Nothing more to do. And so, you made it up to your room with Emmy in tow.

Got a bit of make-up on and did your hair in pony-tail after a coin flip. Put on nearly matching blouses, too short denim skirts that all but showed your butts. Thongs that you thought were too thin and small but Em liked and got to pick since she won the Sickle flip for how you would go out.

At least she was wearing some underwear. Put on a pair of cute white sneakers and changed out your bottom earrings some.

“Think we should get you Transfigure a couple of caps to cowboy hats, Emmy?”, you asked after lacing up your shoes.

“Jenn? That is special needs. Cory seemed normal enough when I met him.”, your little twin sighed out,

Yeah. That is kind of… racist?

State-ist?

Whatever.

All ready and set to make a boy help teach someone with your charm and looking like hot, bitchy, rich girls… which was not that far off the mark, really.

Oh well; use every weapon you have. You and your pretty, flirty, little sister had those tools in spades.

On the way out you caught Macy going out to brew; took her over into a little alcove and each gave her a quick, chaste kiss and a thank you for working so hard to help out the Coven. Got a million-watt smile before she scampered off. Saw Aubrey in full Ilvermorny uniform going to patrol and check with the other Prefects; she had a sad look on her face. You tried to give her a hug but… she refused. Didn’t want one, which hurt.

Hurt a lot.

Too much.

Hurt enough you knew Emmy felt it too… damn it Jenn.

When she had walked away, you found Hilda. Got a couple of nice compliments of how you two looked which kind of numbed the previous sting; asked her to please send out a Patronus to Cory. Make sure he was back. See where he was and if he could meet up. Got interrupted by one of the girls you met in the showers; were told Cory and John were normally performing about this time behind the Wampus Cat dorms.

Performing?

Trish assured you and your sister you couldn’t miss him.

Okay.

Not weird.

So you and Emmy set out for your Magic Texan.
Began to head out after thanking Hildy and Trish, giving out hugs. Emmy a smile, to wash them down.

And…

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>>6303399
Yeah. Hard to miss a small band made of Cory, John, the small boy from the range, a girl with a number of piercings performing as drummer, another girl with fiddle as a band for a few dozen students on a back lawn. The boy on harmonica, a girl on simple drums, the other with a bass tuned violin, John singing, and the man himself on an acoustic guitar and providing back up vocals.

Hell!

John could actually sing!

So could Cory!

Awesome!

Enjoy the small things, Jenn. Yeah, since a little later there was going to be a thing you would not.

Emmy and you bounced on your feet, some.

https://youtu.be/-NuX79Ud8zI?si=cMdeFYc6cN_lK48m

Cory’s theme: https://youtu.be/-NuX79Ud8zI?si=cMdeFYc6cN_lK48m

Enjoyed the last couple of songs alongside Emmy. Were hit on a couple of times as people left.

Smiled and rejected the guys and one girl. You were here for business, not pleasure.

Went up to the ‘stage’ and pulled Cory away, which wasn’t hard since you and Emmy looked better than 99% of the girls there as his friends began packing up some while John gave him a wink.

Fuck.

Cory was in fact wearing a cowboy hat… crap. Maybe made a mis-call on that one. He had a pair of revolvers and some fancy boots on. Button down shirt and jeans.

Emmy looked smug.

Damn it. Well shit; you could look ahead but you couldn’t always be perfect. Even MayMay sometimes got a question or two wrong on a test.

“Ladies. Saw you get here in time for the last couple of songs. Like ‘em? Trying for some originals soon but my buddy is a hack and I can’t write.”

“They were good, Cory, really. I bet you can at least be a one hit wonder with your own song. You might need to try a bit harder to impress us, though. Your friend does have a good singing voice; so do you. Your guitar playing was nice. Those girls seemed good and the little one was good on the harmonica.”, your sister said and gave out a million Galleon smile.

“Mighty kind of you, Miss… ah? Emily? Or are you Jennifer pretending to be her? And that’s John’s little brother going into his second year. Really talented; also adorable. Very sweet at heart.”

“Nah. That is my harlot of a sister in the flesh. You will need to try a bit harder, though, if you want a chance with her or me. It was good though. We did choir and stuff for a bit. Dad loves no-maj music. I would give that a 9 out of 10. We only date 10’s though. Johns little bro is cute. Maybe make a song about two really hot blondes? Might do the job, haha.”, you said with a grin.

“Ohhhh… I can go much harder if you want to see-“, and his friend came from nowhere and punched him in the ribs.

“Please stop sexually harassing the pretty foreign students, Cory.”, John said, or rather demanded of the Magic cowboy with a slap to the back.

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>>6303402
“That almost hurt, John. Yet? You are acting like I didn’t do rodeo and have been kicked by a horse before. But… can we help y’all? And FYI, The Cory and John Country-Bluegrass Experience is here most Sundays; we tried to tear it up some this week since, you know. Stuff. I can get you ‘back-stage passes’ if-”, then got an elbow next. Got giggles from you and Emmy when he swept his buddy’s leg in retaliation and sent the other boy to his ass.

“Hahaha! You two are fun. But, well? We need a hand. Literally. You, Cory, unless John happens to be a secret lefty.”, your twin said while the two had their little slap fight. “You are ambidextrous, right?”

“A hand? Well, there are two of you and I have two of them and-“, then got slapped in the back of the head a little. “Fucking John. Like a cactus up my ass, even if he can be endearing, some. Yeah, I can use both to shoot or cast and stuff. Also, good at juggling, if that is relevant.”

“Ahhhh? The juggling might be for Professor McDougal-Cross. She did say she had dreams of being a circus clown and is down half a pinky and some of her sight from protecting our new home; both of you could give a tip or two with the clown thing I think.”, and you got a little chuckle from the pair. “But? We need someone to teach our Head Girl to use her wand south-paw. She… she got hurt Friday morning. Are you game, Cory or do I need to find the girl who’s wand hand was crushed with a bat for trying to jump a little kid?”, and gave some puppy-dog eyes, leaned forward so they could see you did not have a bra on. Had Emmy mirror you.

“Haha! That was you? Remind me to not piss you off.”

“Who knows? Maybe me. Maybe not.”, then grinned a bit.

“Who indeed. But sure; Ashley is a hard-ass. Even tried to get our little band shut down when she was still just a Prefect. Good at her job though. I was sad when I heard she was out and got hurt. Besides… she is pretty fine looking.”, the boy said and dipped his hat some.

“That a yes, cowboy?”, your sister asked.

Grabbed the guy’s hat and tossed it on.

“I have spare ones; go on if you like it, Miss Emily.”, and got it put back on his head followed by a quick peck on his cheek and a thank you from your twin.

It was kind of mean teasing him, but he didn’t seem to mind much. Not pushy either and his little joke weren’t really offensive… might even you have started feeling a little warm in a certain place

“Yep. Time?”

>>6303403

“Every weekday morning, 6AM, all the days you can, Cory. Emmy will try and keep that hat by the way.”, you said in a strong voice. Gave a million Galleon smile.

“I have spare ones; go on if you like it, Miss Emily.”, and got it put back on his head followed by a quick peck on his cheek and a thank you from your twin.

“Thanks, Sherif Cory. Don’t ask about the Sheriff thing. It’s a thing we are trying out.”, you sighed out. Got a smile.

“Hahaw! Fun.”, the boy cackled out.

“Perfect. But Brigadier General Emmy and I have other things on the docket. See you soon.”

Soon you and Em were back in your Hall in one of the private rooms and pinning letters to mom and daddy begging for stuff while also filling them in on your new friends, the interesting thing about your new home. Had Emmy ask if mom could possibly send over a current model Nimbus series Nimbus like the 3000 and a box of the scar cream you used for little injuries because she would be coaching a little orphan boy she adopted and he lack a broom of his own.

You wrote your own short letter to daddy that was Charmed to only ne legible to him asking if he and Grimsly to look over. You and your Coven had checked, but you wanted to be safe. To Apparate to the parking complex when he was done and to send a Patronus to let you know when. Bring your old Occlumency prep books.

Ended the letters with ‘Love’ you”. .

Had Em offer to take the letters to your parent and the other short ones to your friends and Big brother, David Adam to the owlery. Give you a chance to have your discussion with Aubrey but would be back soon so she was close by.


“H-hey, ‘Brey. You wanted to talk some?

“Yes, Jennifer; I do. Let's head to a study room.”, she said with a frown, and so the two of you entered a free on.

“This is about Ley, isn’t it?”

“Very much so. I told you, I won’t tolerate bullying; that was torture Cruel.”, the tall girl said in a loud voice and came close to you.

“You were onboard! It is to help her…”

“I had to show a united front. You hit her so hard she cried, slapped her around. Forced her to walk even though she was crying in pain. Took advantage of her being hurt, outnumbered Ash.”

“To help her! You know bad times are coming.”

And suddenly you were force up against a wall.

“Yeah, but she knows because you said you liked hurting people. Did in there, knows she can't give up. Has to be able to fight again. So, let's see what it is like on the other side, ‘sis’”, and Aubrey cocked her free hand back.

You recalled what Jenny said. Hand wall. Broken if you don’t do something. No time to talk your way out

>Just take it. What is another concussion after all.

>Same as above but use your glove to mitigate damage

>Activate your single time use ruby Taser earrings

>Dodge and let her break her hand

>Same but extend it to the wall and prevent a broken hand

>Call on Jenny to give you an edge since it was the way you winning and fist fight your little sis

>Write-in

>>6303410
>>Same as above but use your glove to mitigate damage