>>6329977“No. You have your reasons. And God did not make his Angels to be perfect; He made them for their appointed tasks. You have yours. You and your twin truly are Angels, Jenn. Capital ‘A’. Ones sent to protect the children, Salazar’s wand, the School, America. The World. Oppose the Dark. And… watch over me, as prideful as that must sound. You’re my Guardian Angels, aren’t you? Literal Angels. I know that is why we met in that robe shop some random afternoon, became friends… why you and your other half became sisters to a freak like me. Why He put you and Emmy here when he did, when all this started happening. Why you have forgiven me even though I have hurt you twice now. Why you and her would keep me safe even if I did stupid, dangerous crap, help guide me to do the right things, the thing necessary… and I know I don’t deserve it. You and her.”, and there was complete certainty in every word; no metaphor about it.
Aubrey… the way she was looking at you? How she sounded? The wetness in her eyes? She… she thought you and your twin were actual fucking Angels, didn’t she? Guardian Angels. Stop and dot.
Merlins’s… fuck you don’t even know.
“ ‘Brey? I mean, that is the nicest compliment we have ever received, but we’re just 16-year-old girls in over our heads-“, you tried to say calmly while still keeping the odd girl in your arms when she interrupted.
“What is your middle name, Jenn? What is Emmy’s? Please? If we are sisters?”
“I-we-we don’t really lik-“
“Please? This one little thing?”
“I-okay. Michaela. Gabriela. After daddy’s dad, Michael. Mom own dad, Gabriel...”, you admitted; neither of you really cared for the names. “Aubrey? I think Emmy and I would know if we were Angels, let along your Guardian Angels. Sorry; think you picked the wrong horses to bet on.”
“Just like you would know if you were a True Seer before last month? Maybe not knowing is exactly what you needed to know, Jenn. I know God listens to all our prayers, but He really answered mine. Friends, sisters, a real pair of Angels to watch my back and help guide me.”, she countered with a happy, slightly tear stained smile.
Wait; those words were awfully familiar; similar to what a 10-year-old vaguely evil version of you had said before…
“O-okay. Let's just table this for now, kay, “Brey. I need to talk with Emmy; we <span class="mu-i">are</span> trying to protect people; guard them. That means you; all our brothers and sisters. The little ones. I am doubtful we are actual Angels but… if it helps my little sister to think of us like that? For now? Gives her strength and courage? I can accept it, at least until I speak with my other half. Just don’t expect any miracles; don’t try to start some religion or something, okay? And don’t just do what we request because of it for right now; ever, no matter what we decided to think about it.”
