>>6164266“Em! I’m here!”, then your hand was on her back, wand up to stop a few stunners or hexes that were properly aimed through the settling cloud of stone dust in the air.
“I know! Why… I… am trying! Only done a few at once before.”
And you tried to help. Shielded her while she gathered power… and for some reason kept your hand on your little twin’s back.
Focused inward.
Felt your magic, aided by the potion, thrum. Buzz. Ring out… but you were also able to feel something else. A second “noise”, so similar to your own, yet a just slightly different tone, pitch, scale. You did take choir and that was the best way you could conceptualize what you were feeling.
The best way you knew to think of your sister’s own magic reverberating some inside you, humming within your wand.
You were pretty crap at Transfiguration… if you were better, you could just do half the work for her, but you couldn’t. Another failure as her big sister and the dust was clearing fast, spells coming at you and her becoming more accurate. So, between shields and firing back, you just did what you could. Only thing. Something Mini-Me helped you think of, realize.
You added the tenor of your magic to her own, forced it to harmonize. Held your wand in a mirror image of Emmy’s own despite not knowing the spell she would use, but that was fine… you got it.
Identical twins.
Souls linked, mixed with each other.
Your wands all but the same.
Of course, your magic and her own were linked as well.
So? You just needed to give her a bit of your own to help. Easy.
Then you felt as your magic synched, drained into her some as Em’s wand nearly ripped its way from her hand before your little twin screamed and her wand cut through the air.
<span class="mu-i">Serpentafors Myrias! </span>
And where there was just stone, rubble from pelting your foes?
Now?
Snakes, in every color of the rainbow. So, so many fucking snakes.
<span class="mu-s">Holy shit. That <span class="mu-i">is</span> a lot of snakes, Jennifer. Merlin, I wish I had popcorn right now.</span>
“Fuck, fuck! Jonny! You didn’t say these bitches could conjure <span class="mu-i">snakes</span>! Were actually strong!”, Needle-Dick shouted out with one eye burnt and shut, seemingly freaked out by the serpents.
“Tanner… shut the fuck up and cast! I didn’t know! And you were the one who thought he could get his wand wet!”
Emmy called out in a hissing, deep voice, and the remaining two members of the Dick Lickers has several dozen danger noodles turn towards them at once and you could almost feel the serpents’ hatred as your sister began to go to a knee from the drain before you caught her and helped her stand.
When you looked back, the pair were trying to fight off dozens of fanged reptiles as they latched on to ankles, leaped on to arms or chests and clamped down, coiled over limbs.
Once your sister could stand on her own again, you took the chance to toss out a quick combo at the tall one that ended up with him flipping in the air, landing hard, and then a stunner in the chest.
