>>6327284After dinner, you all began heading your separate ways. Had Ley hug her dad, mother, and brother before you and the other T-Bird girls helped her towards her Hall while she grumbled about the pain until Macy gave her one of the new cherry flavored Pain Killing potions, which seemed to help even if it made the taller girl wobble some and need an arm under her shoulder a few times. Had your little bespectacled mad scientist say Ashley was to tell no one of the concoction with the conviction in her tone that had been becoming more common as of late.
Were a bit concerned at how much of the heavily regulated brew Macy seemed to have and why despite being the smallest person there it never seemed to really affect her like it did Ley or Travis. Oh well; her blood was probably half Girding, Healing, and Anti-Toxin at this point given how much she loved her craft. She knew what she was doing better than you did.
Hopefully, at least.
Dropped Ley off with another Pukwudgie girl outside their Hall, the same dark-haired one from Quidditch try outs, her friend Soren. Returned to your Hall. Grabbed your favorite pillow and went down to Aubrey’s room in a large tee which went to your mid-thighs, cute and silky underwear, slippers, and little else given you were all girls here.
Your tallest little sis was dressed in something similar but with a blue, Colt branded shirt with small and tight crimson gym shorts on when she got the door. You entered and went into bed with the tall girl, hugged ‘Brey some; enjoyed getting to feel her fairly large, perky breasts against you through the tee, her head on your shoulder while she kept apologizing for punching you earlier.
You tried to assure her it was okay, that you still cared about her, loved your little adoptive sister. But? Taking that hit and not letting her break her hand, saying you didn’t want to hurt her? That you would protect the odd teen girl instead? It might have been the best decision possible if you were actively intent on manipulating her.
Right then, Aubrey seemed so much more child-like with you in her bed and form curled up against you instead of cold and focused like when she fought at your side. She was no longer bold and confident; Aubrey was just a 16-year-old girl who took on far too much responsibility and was afraid of no longer having her new friends, of what was happening. Terrified, just like you, of the future and felt like she had failed. Almost begged you and God for forgiveness so she could keep you; a source of affirmation and approval in her life. A friend. A sister.
She even went so far as to offer to let you hit her as much as you wanted for a few minutes with an expanding baton she had to make it even for her breaking a handful of bones in your face.
You absolutely refused.
Reminded her it was your job to protect her. Keep her safe as her big sister; not hurt her or punish her.
Never.
