>>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 <span class="mu-i">you</span> 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.
<span class="mu-s">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. </span>
<span class="mu-i">Really? Yeah. Odd. But? Seems like it, Jenny. I don’t have a bad feeling; anything on your end?</span>
