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TEAM ZRCN ARC 4 CHAPTER 17

Team ZRCN and Helia, team up once more to finish Belleza Rossi once and for all.

Zelde

It was funny how certain circumstances put the unlikeliest of allies together. Looking around the room, Zelde marvelled at the strange group that had come together. She couldn't have imagined that she would find herself in the same room as one of the Rossi sisters, much less in the form of allies.

According to Morgan, Bianca had quickly defected when Calantha had been threatened, even going so far as to threaten Belleza herself when Calantha had been injured.

Poor Calantha was in the worst state of all, currently lying on one of the beds, being checked over by Theodora Crest with Bianca hovering in the background. The Rossi’s father was also nearby but didn’t really seem to have grasped what was going on, humming contentedly as he fiddled with a small device. 

By the sound of it, Calantha was lucky to be alive, with the resuscitation efforts of Morgan and Bianca being the reason she was still breathing. Occasionally, Bianca would tear her eyes away from her sister and look at Uriah, who was sitting on the floor cuffed to one of the beds thrashing about trying to get free. He had been the one to strike Calantha and leave her in that state and Bianca looked like she would not forget anytime soon.

Zelde found herself sitting on another of the spare beds with Cordovan. Opposite them sat Callaway and Rosie who had been rescued from their captivity by the two of them with the help of Euphemia Crest. Neela's sister Mira and a man named Lunick had also been rescued from captivity. Lunick was sat on a bed speaking in hushed voices with Laurel and Biggs - whom Zelde had since been told were actually named Nerine and Jesper.

Mira was currently sitting not far from where Calantha was being treated. Compared to the other former captives, she seemed to be in a sorry state with a black eye, chipped tooth, and various bruises and small cuts lining her arms and shoulders. According to Mira herself, she had taken most of the abuse from their captors, ensuring that Callaway and Rosie were unharmed. Her actions might have been a little foolish on account of her having no aura, but Zelde could not thank her enough for shielding the two of them.

Zelde watched Callaway and Rosie quietly before she felt Cordovan bump her knee with his own. She looked at him briefly before he gestured with his head towards the approaching Euphemia. 

The older woman carried a plastic cup of water with her, handing it to Zelde before continuing on. "For your brother."

Zelde held it in her hands for a moment before turning and extending it to Callaway. He smiled appreciatively but shook his head. "I'm fine," He assured her. Theodora had checked him over along with Rosie and Mira and already confirmed they were alright. Still, that didn't stop Zelde from fussing over him. He had been held longer than Rosie and Mira, and though he carried no bruises or healed injuries like the elder Oxford sibling, he seemed tired.

"Drink," Zelde said, which was less of a question and more of an instruction.

Callaway pulled a face but took the cup without arguing. He finished the water before crinkling it in his hand.

"I cannot tell you how glad we are that you're all alright," Cordovan said, smiling softly at Rosie in particular. Zelde had not forgotten the breakdown he had following the explosion at the university and the truth he had revealed about his and Rosie's relationship. Half-siblings. It was no wonder he had been so affected by her capture. As they sat there, Cordovan's hand found hers. Zelde did not know if it was intentional or not, but she looked down at their hands and then leaned into him.

Callaway and Rosie exchanged a glance. "Are you two a couple now?" Callaway asked.

"Eww, gross," Rosie said in a childlike manner.

At their words, Cordovan looked down and realised his hand was resting atop Zelde's. He stared at their hands for a long moment but did not move it away. 

"We haven't really had time to discuss what we are given everything that has happened," Cordovan confessed. His eyes met hers for a moment and his hard features softened. "I like to think that we are though."

Zelde's cheeks warmed. As he said, they hadn't really discussed where their relationship now stood following their kiss at the dance and confession of feelings for each other. There hadn't been time and with everything that happened afterwards it hadn't seemed appropriate. Even now, in this secure room within the Rossi's base, Cordovan's words seemed a little out of place but Zelde was glad for them. 

"I think the same too," Zelde responded, sharing his sentiment that she thought they were a couple. Cordovan smiled at her. A genuine warm and wide smile that she often did not see from her teammate. 

"You two are so cute!!" Rosie gushed. Her enthusiasm broke the two of them apart and Cordovan looked at his sister with an amused face.

"I thought you said this was 'gross' before?" He pointed out.

"Well, it still would be if you started kissing," Rosie responded very matter-of-factly. "Are you two going to get married and have babies now?"

"Rosie!" Cordovan snapped, blushing fiercely.

Callaway laughed out loud and Zelde couldn't help but emit a small chuckle herself. Their conversation was promptly interrupted by Morgan catching their attention.

"Heads up, Cherry is on the way back with your teammates," Morgan told them.

Cordovan nodded to show they had understood. They were only kept waiting for a minute or two before they heard a knock on the door. Euphemia turned to look at the door, her expression dour, before slowly moving towards it. She opened the door and let three figures in.

Zelde was a bit slow to turn around but hastened her pace when she saw some of the shocked expressions in the room. Cherry stood to the left, sizing up Euphemia, and beside her, bloodied and shell-shocked were Xanthos and Neela.

"What happened?" Morgan asked, approaching swiftly but hanging back when he acknowledged the blood again. Zelde and Cordovan were on their feet now too, mirroring each other's concerned expressions as they came to listen to what had happened.

"It was my fault!" Neela suddenly blurted out. Whatever had happened, she sounded quite distressed. Xanthos touched her arm soothingly.

"We encountered Maia as you know," Cherry explained. "She fought the three of us and we managed to disarm her and break her aura. She was on her knees otherwise defeated when I got through to you, Morgan. Foolishly I let my guard down and looked away. I was distracted and didn't hear anything until it was too late. Maia had managed to grab her weapon and would have likely attacked us if not for Neela. She reacted swiftly to defend herself and us. Unfortunately, the wounds she inflicted on Maia were too severe and she passed." A few gasps echoed in the room, and Zelde looked back to see Elio and Bianca listening with particular interest. "It was an accident," Cherry said in a softer tone.

Zelde was about to say something in response when Uriah's voice pierced the air. 

"What did you say about Maia?" He questioned sharply, looking around for answers. "My sister, is she…?"

"She's dead," Bianca confirmed for him, suddenly appearing near the handcuffed man and looming over him. She had seemed like one of the more reasonable members of the Rossi's group but as she stood over Uriah there was something malicious in her expression, and more chillingly something joyful too. Bianca leaned towards him. "I hope you feel as I felt when I thought you'd killed my sister."

Uriah looked alarmed by her words. Zelde thought he might have fought back and argued, as his earlier behaviour suggested he would, but the news of his sister's death had defeated him. Satisfied her words had cut deep, Bianca walked away to hover near Calantha again.

“Times like this I am reminded of exactly who Bianca is related to,” Euphemia mused, watching the white-haired woman leave. “Behind all her formalities lies a cold heart deep down.”

“Uriah did nearly kill her sister,” Morgan pointed out.

“True,” Euphemia conceded briefly, before continuing, “but she also survived. Maia did not. I’m not excusing his behaviour or that of his sister but as an older sibling myself, I’m not sure I’d have appreciated someone gloating of their possible deaths in my face.” Euphemia looked towards her sister and stiffened slightly, her expression soon shifting into a grimace. “I certainly never Miho get away with talking about Ulysses. Even if I got a broken horn for my troubles.”

With those words lingering in the air, Euphemia moved aside, leaned against a nearby wall and crossed her arms over her broad chest. She didn't linger too far from the door, likely ready to intervene should any of the remaining unaccounted Rossi allies try their luck with the door. They wouldn't have been able to break the lock by conventional methods but Zelde would not have put it past them to try other ways of breaking in.

Although Zelde still found Bianca one of the more tolerable members of the Rossi’s group, Euphemia’s words had certainly given her food for thought. After everything that had happened to Calantha, Zelde couldn’t truly begrudge the woman for being a little cold towards him, if the situations were reversed and it was Callaway instead of Calantha, Zelde knew she'd have had a few choice words for him, but the way Bianca had acted around him was exceedingly harsh. Perhaps it was just the heightened emotions of the situation, or perhaps Euphemia wasn’t too far off the mark when she said Bianca had a cold heart.

 Zelde was pulled from her thoughts by the approach of Theodora Crest. The bespectacled woman stopped before the group and looked at Neela's bloodied hands unflinchingly.

"Come and wash your hands," Theodora said, gesturing for Neela to follow her. The blue-haired woman followed without arguing but Theodora stopped and urged Xanthos to come too, noting the small amount of blood he had on his hands.

As their teammates were led to a small en suite at the back of the room, Zelde found herself moving towards Elio and Helia with the rest of the assembled group, having been waved over by Elio. The only person who didn't come with them was Euphemia who was still leaning against the wall.

Elio had gotten pretty badly beaten when he and Helia had encountered Nerine and Jesper. The assailants had eventually relented and whilst Helia had walked away practically unscathed, Elio barely had any aura left. The blonde man was currently sitting up on another bed in the room, looking quite alert despite how worn down he had been from his previous battle.

“How are you holding up, Cher?” He would ask when the group stopped before him. He extended a hand out for her to hold and she reached out and gave him a reassuring squeeze.

“I’ve been better,” Cherry confessed, releasing his hand. “Took a few nasty hits between both fights and my aura broke so I’m really feeling it. Losing Wisteria and Miho and then Maia on top of that…yeah, I’m not going to lie Elio, it hasn’t been a great day for us.” Cherry shook her head and then looked to the en suite, the door of which was ajar allowing them to see Xanthos and Neela inside. “They’re taking things rough. Especially Neela.”

“Not much we can do now, unfortunately,” Elio said sympathetically. “When this is all over, we’ll ensure they get the support they need to talk things through won’t we?” He looked to his fellow Mob Ops members as he said that, to which they both nodded their heads. “Now, to why I called you all over here. Firstly, let’s start with this.”

The man proceeded to pull his scroll out and showed them what appeared to be a message from Wren. By what was written it seemed she and some “support” were inbound.

“When did that come through?” Cherry asked. “The connection is pretty spotty in here, I’m surprised a message from outside reached you.”

“It was about an hour ago,” Morgan responded. “Bianca has since confirmed that their aerial radar has picked up an incoming Atlesian ship. Based on the speed they were supposedly travelling, they should be here soon probably within the next hour if my estimations are correct.”

“Well that’s good,” Cherry said. “What else did you want to talk about, Elio? You made it seem like there were multiple things.”

Elio and Helia shared a glance. “We still have Belleza and Sparrow unaccounted for. Now, we could wait for Wren and her backup to arrive, but we know from prior experience that Belleza is a wily opponent and will probably try and make a run for it if she can, if she hasn't already.”

“What’s going on?” Xanthos asked, interrupting the flow of conversation as he and Neela returned. Cordovan took it upon himself to catch them up to speed.

“What about Sparrow?” Cherry asked.

“We already know from prior intel that Sparrow tends to more or less disappear into thin air. Given the circumstances, we shouldn’t waste time looking for them and focus on efforts on capturing Belleza,” Elio responded. “Bianca has already agreed to lend us her scroll to track where Belleza is in this place - apparently, they modified their scrolls to have a tracking app that can be activated when necessary - our main issue lies in which of us should apprehend her.”

Zelde realised he was referring to the Mob Ops with that statement, what with all three of them in varying states of health after fighting their way through this place.

“I’ve already agreed to help,” Helia announced. “I’m a trained huntress, not a civilian, I know how to handle myself. Besides, I’m one of the few of us here who has all her aura.”

“What about us?” Xanthos piped up, looking between his teammates. “Could we help?”

Morgan looked uncertain. “I don’t know, that’s a potentially big risk.”

“Morgan,” Elio cut him off. “It was a big risk in them even coming here. Besides, it’s not like some of them haven’t already fought their way through some of the Rossi’s people. And they won’t be alone they’ll have Helia with them too.”

Xanthos had volunteered their team, but ultimately it was Zelde who had the deciding opinion. She already knew Cordovan was keen to fight, and by his quick offer Xanthos was too, but she was uncertain about Neela who was currently looking down at her feet. “I’d certainly be amenable to the idea of helping,” Zelde confirmed with a nod. Her silver eyes looked at Neela. “Perhaps Neela could sit this one out though.”

“What?” Neela’s head shot up swiftly. “I can help!”

“You don’t have to, Neela,” Zelde told her reassuringly. “You’ve already been a great help so far and after everything you’ve been through I’m not forcing you to come.”

“I want to come,” Neela said, lifting her head.

“Only if you are certain,” Zelde said, peering into Neela’s eyes. Despite her posture and words, Neela’s eyes seemed to suggest she was a little more uncertain.

“I’m certain,” Neela responded. “Let’s go get her.”

“Well there you have it,” Elio said, glancing between the group. “Looks like we have a plan.”

Zelde noted that Cherry and Morgan seemed less enthusiastic about this plan, but given where the group stood currently, it was one of the better ones they had. 

The five of them approached Bianca, who was still hovering near Calantha. Theodora was also nearby, monitoring one of the machines that were hooked up to Calantha.

"You're going after, Belle?" Bianca asked, lifting her head to look at the group.

They all nodded and Helia stepped forward. "You mentioned earlier to me and Elio that you'd lend us your scroll to track her."

Bianca looked at Helia's hand and then proceeded to retrieve her scroll. She tapped a few buttons on the screen before handing it over. "Here you go," Bianca said. As the scroll was passed between hands, Zelde noted Bianca frowning slightly as she did, her eyes staring at the screen. "Strange…she doesn't appear to be moving."

Helia held the scroll in her hands and ZRCN all gathered to look around at the screen. "Where is this?" Helia asked.

"The cafeteria on the ground floor," Bianca responded. "Save for the kitchen, it was cleared out years ago, so I'm not sure why she'd be there."

"How do we get to it?"

"Once you leave the medical wing, take two lefts and then follow the corridor until you come out onto the atrium. The cafeteria will be opposite you, beyond a dried-up fountain," Bianca explained.

"Oh." Zelde looked to the left and saw Xanthos pulling a face. "Yeah, me and Neela know the place. Or well, we saw it from above at least. Before Miho and Wisteria, you know…fell."

Zelde grimaced at the choice of words her teammate had used. It was an accurate statement at least but perhaps not wholly appropriate given the seriousness of the situation. 

With information gathered on Belleza, the five of them set out to finally bring Belleza Rossi down, words of luck being offered to them as they left. They followed Bianca’s previous instructions upon leaving the medical wing, taking two lefts, and then following the corridor until they reached the atrium. It was a large open space that Zelde and Cordovan had only recently passed by on a different angle when Euphemia had taken them to retrieve the captives.

In the centre of the vast space, sat a now dried-up water fountain, and sprawled over that fountain with blood, glass, and various other bits of debris scattered on the ground, was the broken and twisted body of Miho Ryuzaki. Zelde had known the woman had died from when Cherry had briefly updated Morgan on the situation before reuniting with the group in the medical wing and then Morgan had in turn relayed it to those present. Regardless of knowing what was waiting for them here, it still didn’t stop Zelde’s stomach from churning, and she bit her lip to stop the bile from rising in her throat.

Zelde was too busy fighting the urge not to vomit that she didn’t notice what - or rather who - wasn’t there. And it was only when Xanthos spoke up that she looked over the scene again.

“Where’s Wisteria?”

Again, Zelde remembered that they had been told Wisteria had shoved Miho over the edge of an above balcony, finishing off the red-haired woman at the cost of her remaining health. From how it had been described, Wisteria’s injuries had been quite severe too. Perhaps not to the extent of what Miho had suffered but enough that she wouldn’t have been able to move. So, that begged the question, where exactly had she gone?

“She can’t have gotten far,” Neela said. “Maybe she’s nearby.”

“Possibly,” Xanthos mused in agreement. “Though I doubt she’d have gotten far with those injuries. Should we look for her?”

He was looking at Helia, Zelde, and Cordovan as he said that. The three of them shared a glance before Helia shook her head. “Belleza is the priority,” Helia told them. “If she’s taken down quickly we can spare some time to look. Or we could try and get through to the others and let them know.”

Xanthos nodded but didn’t say anything else which allowed the group to move onwards to the cafeteria where Belleza Rossi awaited them within. Double metal doors were pushed open and the five of them stepped inside. Bianca had mentioned that much of the room had been cleared out and she wasn’t lying. Only a few plastic chairs remained stacked in a corner and other than the kitchen opposite them, there was nothing to suggest this had once been a cafeteria. It made Zelde question where the group ate but she assumed with how much this building had been repurposed over the years they had probably found another space to serve as a dining room.

They didn’t have to look hard for Belleza at least. The older woman was sitting on the floor with her back leaning against a servery. She had her arms resting on her knees, fiddling with something in her hands that Zelde couldn’t quite see, and her spear sat by the side of her.

When she heard the group enter, she lifted her head, red eyes burning into them. “I knew you’d come eventually,” She said with a smirk. “Who was it who ratted me out?”

“Your sister,” Cordovan responded.

“Bianca? Hmm, figured as much the little traitor,” Belleza huffed. “Happy to play along until it suited her.” The white-haired woman let out a bitter laugh before glaring at the group. “You should have stayed in Highpoint. You should kept your noses out of where they did not belong.”

“You forget yourself, Belleza,” Helia snapped. “You made it personal when you attacked my teammates. When you killed Alcyone. When you sent your robots to attack ZRCN. When you dragged us into this mess.”

Belleza merely blinked at Helia, unfazed by the blame being put on her.“I shouldn’t blame you, really,” Belleza said. “We all know it was Wisteria’s fault. Stupid bitch couldn’t keep her mouth shut and just had to gloat to you and Farron that she never worked for him,” Belleza continued, rolling her eyes. “At least she’s dead now though. Got what she deserved in the end.”

Interesting, Zelde thought, she seems to still think Wisteria is outside.

“Sounds like a lot of bullshit to excuse your actions if you ask me,” Xanthos said, putting a hand on his hip. “Convenient to blame a ‘dead’ woman too.”

Belleza chuckled. “Bullshit? Bullshit!? No, I had a plan!” She leaned forward a bit, suddenly more agitated than before. “When Wisteria joined our group she complicated things to be sure but I adapted. But then in you all come and ruin everything! We were going to make Atlas pay! We were going to hold them accountable! Plans that my family had been building for over ten years and you ruined them all!”

“Well, they can’t have been good plans if we took you down in less than a day,” Xanthos said sarcastically.

Helia took a step forward. “It’s over now, Belleza,” She told her sternly. “Your allies are dead, gone, or saw sense and stood down. There’s nothing left to fight for anymore. You are going to jail and you will pay for what you’ve done.”

If Belleza acknowledged the latter part of Helia’s words, she didn’t let it show. Instead, she seemed fixated on the first half of the words, starting to rant incessantly.

“Cowards the lot of them. After everything I put them through, all the training they undertook, all it took was a little bit of pressure to have them all throwing their hands up and surrendering. I always knew it would be down to me in the end.”Slowly the white-haired woman rose to her feet and removed her jacket, dropping it to the floor where it covered her spear. “After all, if you want a job done right, it’s better to do it yourself.”

 She then held out her left hand, showing the group what she had been fiddling with before. It was a dust crystal and a rather jagged piece too that looked as though it hadn’t even been refined yet.

“A gift from a departed friend,” She smiled, and as she spoke Zelde was sure there was something akin to genuine sadness at the back of her words. Zelde felt her semblance flare into life following her words, though the sensation did not last long thanks to her efforts to focus on it more as of late, but even as her body relaxed she knew danger was imminent.

 Belleza pulled the crystal back towards her, hugging it close to her chest. “If I’m going to down, I’m going to make sure I leave a message and take out as many of you with me as I can.” 

And what happened next, not even Zelde could have predicted. Belleza stabbed the dust crystal into a healing wound on her shoulder. Immediately, her arms started to swell, red-orange vein-like marks running down the lengths of both of them and up the left side of her neck. Belleza was screaming too and Zelde could not tell if it was from the pain or the anger. Injecting raw dust into one’s veins was said to be excruciatingly painful, even with aura, she could only imagine the pain the other woman was in. More alarmingly, the room began to fill with the smell of what Zelde could only assume was burning flesh, which seemed a strong likelihood based on how red Belleza’s arms were going.

When the initial effects of the dust infusion subsided, Belleza straightened, and she looked to be in quite a state. Her face was a paler red from the screaming she had been doing, cheeks streaked with tears, and her eyes were glowing a similar red-orange to the veins on her arms and neck. Zelde noticed that her right arm was awkwardly dangling down as if she could no longer control it fully.

Belleza paused for a moment, teetering on the spot as if she did not want to do, and then screamed at the group. Zelde was struck by how distorted it was to her earlier screams, sounding deeper and more unnatural.

With some effort - mostly on account of the right arm she was struggling to move - Belleza raised her arms and fired a giant fireball in their direction. It was Helia who moved quickly, her katana raised, as she rushed to intercept it and stop ZRCN from getting hit. As soon as the fireball connected, a cloud of smoke engulfed the spot where Helia had been standing, and she came flying back out of it seconds later, with such force that she wound up thrown against the wall and her aura shattered.

Zelde knew Belleza would have been more powerful now due to the dust infusion, but she had underestimated just how strong her hits had become if it had been enough to take out Helia’s aura with one hit. Even Belleza seemed surprised at the raw strength of her attack, but that surprise quickly faded into joy when she realised just how powerful she had become.

Suddenly, the fireballs were coming thick and fast, Belleza doing whatever she could to try and hit them. They were able to dodge the first few without trouble, but as Cordovan threw up a shield to block one, Belleza quickly retaliated by throwing another in quick succession. The shield took the brunt of the blast but it shattered under the strength of the second hit and Xanthos and Zelde tumbled backwards. 

Cordovan and Neela remained close together, with Cordovan on one knee. Neela was trying to pull him up when suddenly she saw Belleza running for them.

“Cordo, look out!” She yelled.

Neela tried to pull him back but he instead shoved her out of the way, throwing up another shield with Belleza practically fell on top of.

“Move!” He yelled, glaring not only at her but Zelde and Xanthos too.

Zelde was loathe to move and leave Cordovan but he seemed to be holding Belleza off well enough. Xanthos and Neela ended up pulling her backwards, running to the now exposed kitchen area where they might have been able to duck into cover.

Belleza thumped on Cordovan’s shield. “I think I’ll enjoy sending you back to your mother,” She snickered, before raising a hand up. 

From where they had briefly ducked into cover, Zelde watched as she raised a hand back, the palm of it starting to glow as she was about to create another fireball, only to get suddenly thrown backwards, as Cordovan used his shield to shove Belleza backwards. It was really a testament to his training that he could even manipulate his shields like that, as Zelde could remember a time when his semblance was static and he could not form it anywhere beyond his person, let alone throw it up away from himself.

As the woman went back, Corodvan quickly darted away to where the rest of his team was, coming to a stop in a hunched over position next to them.

“We need a plan,” He said, a little breathless from his efforts to halt Belleza. “We can’t outrun her fire forever.”

He was right of course but coming up with a plan was going to be difficult. Not just because of the little time they had but because Belleza was quite an unpredictable opponent too. Zelde gave it some thought for a moment before lowering her head.

“We have to kill her,” She said.

“Zelde…” Cordovan didn’t seem particularly alarmed by this, only troubled that the suggestion had come from Zelde’s mouth. Xanthos and Neela looked a little wary of the suggestion, and Zelde noted after their earlier bout with Maia, that they were perhaps not looking forward to the idea of killing someone else, even if that someone was Belleza.

“I know it sounds like an extreme idea, but I think that is the only option we’ve got,” Zelde said, pressing on with her suggestion. “As Cordovan said, we cannot outrun her forever. We won't stand a chance if she hits one of us with one of her fireballs. She will knock us out and kill us have no doubt about that.”

“To be honest, killing her might be a mercy,” Xathos said. “Did you see how she reacted when she injected the dust? The smell too? I think she’s quite literally burning herself alive.”

Zelde grimaced at the thought.

“I don’t know if I can,” Neela said. “I know it seems like our only choice but I’m not sure if I can kill another person. Even if it is her.”

“Just leave it to us, Neela,” Zelde said, putting a hand on her shoulder. “Can you give us as much mist as you can though?”

Neela nodded. “Yeah, I can do that.”

“FIREBALL!” Xanthos suddenly yelled, forcing them to duck down a little lower, as one flew over their heads and struck a metal cabinet. Clearly, Belleza had gotten back to her feet.

“Go, go, go!” Zelde urged, instructing Xanthos and Cordovan to follow her out of cover.

“You weren’t trying to hide were you?” Belleza asked, cocking her head to the side. “Where’s the other one?”

Belleza seemed to be preparing another fireball when thick mist suddenly started to roll out over the servery and spill out into the empty room. Zelde thanked her teammate silently. Whilst Belleza was temporarily distracted by the appearance of the mist, Zelde gestured for Xanthos and Cordovan to duck, knowing that the three of them would be a bit more obscured if they crouched and hid in the mist.

Even though the mist was thicker than usual for Neela’s semblance, the fiery outline of Belleza could still be seen in the middle of it, her head snapping from side to side rapidly as she tried to see them in the mist. With the heat she was no doubt generating the mist likely wouldn’t last, and Zelde knew they wouldn’t have long and needed to act fast.

Pulling her gun out of its holster, she aimed in the direction of Belleza, and squeezed the trigger, letting off a short burst of rounds. If one or two of them clipped Belleza then so be it, but it was mostly meant as a distraction tactic.

Sure enough, Belleza’s head whipped around to face her, eyes narrowing.

“You,” She hissed. 

Come on, Zelde urged silently, as she held her ground. Charge at me.

Belleza looked at her momentarily, her left palm starting to glow as if preparing a fireball again. Zelde was about to curse when the other woman started moving towards her, possibly deciding that she’d much rather get up close and personal if she was going to hurl a fireball in her face. To Belleza’s surprise, Zelde rushed forward to greet her, raising her foot to kick her sharply in the abdomen. The first kick caught Belleza by surprise, but she was ready for the second, catching Zelde’s foot with a hand and then swinging her leg down violently causing Zelde’s leg to jolt.

“Pathetic,” Belleza sneered, closing the gap between them and slamming her head forward to headbutt Zelde.

Zelde fell backwards and wound up on the floor. Her aura had held, luckily, but she didn’t like being this close to the other woman, even if it was part of her plan.

As Belleza approached, Zelde shuffled backwards using her hands to move, suddenly yelling at Cordovan when Belleza looked ready to form another fireball.

“Cordovan, shield!”

Belleza did not have time to pull back before her fireball connected with the new shield. And being this close to the barrier, she got hit by the recoil from her own attack. Zelde meanwhile neatly rolled out of the way, feeling a bit of the heat from the blast, but avoiding any lasting damage.

As Belleza stumbled away, shielding her eyes, Zelde quickly jumped to her feet, making a signal to Xanthos nearby. 

“Xanthos, restrain her!” Zelde instructed.

Xanthos lashed out with his whip, letting it curl around the body of Belleza. He quickly began to run around her, ensuring his whip was tightly coiled around the other woman, before activating his semblance to alter his weight to his heaviest state. He leaned back on his heels a little, making his whip go taut.

Although restrained, and unlikely to break out quickly, Belleza was trying to free herself. She was heating her palms and trying to burn away the whip with little effect.

“Cordovan,” Zelde called out again, looking towards her red-haired teammate. She shifted her weapon to its bladed form and looked expectantly at Cordovan, hoping he understood what she meant by the gesture. “Together?”

“Together,” He nodded.

“Xanthos, when Cordovan goes in for his strike, release the whip,” Zelde instructed swiftly.

He nodded and Zelde gave him a swift smile. She took a breath. It was time.

Gripping her weapon tightly, she looked towards Cordovan again, before running forward. Belleza saw her coming and yelled out an expletive at her but Zelde did not stop. She pulled back her weapon and made a strike at the back of Belleza’s knees. Her blade connected and she heard Belleza cry out before dropping to her knees, no longer able to stand. Zelde darted quickly away to let Cordovan land the finishing blow. 

As promised, when Cordovan approached, Xanthos let his weapon slacken, allowing Cordovan to attack unimpeded. His weapon, Braveheart, was in its rarely used sword form. And with a grunt of effort, he pulled back, before stabbing it through Belleza’s chest and out her back.

In the end, Belleza did not go out in a blaze of glory, but rather, a small whimper. 

Cordovan pulled out his blade and stood back allowing Belleza to fall back, her head near enough bouncing off the floor. Her chest gave one final heave and then grew still. Her body was spent. 

Belleza Rossi was dead.

Nobody dared to move for a long time. The air felt heavy with some indescribable emotion. It was over and Belleza was defeated but it didn't feel like a victory truly worth celebrating.

Zelde stood by herself for a moment until Cordovan came near, hooking an arm around her waist and drawing her near to his body. Zelde let her weapon drop to the floor, wrapping her arms around Cordovan's neck in relief, just letting herself be held for the moment.

They pulled apart when Neela approached, having come out of hiding from behind the servery. Cordovan gave a small smile and put a hand on her back.

"We did it," She said, weakly smiling back. Her blue eyes strayed away from him and looked at the dead body on the floor. It was a grim sight to be sure and nobody wanted to linger on Belleza's corpse for too long.

Still lingering close together, they moved towards Xanthos who was trying to rouse an unconscious Helia. She seemed to be stirring back to life when they approached, still dazed but then snapping up, as if suddenly remembering she had been in a fight priorly.

"Where's…" Helia's voice trailed off when she spotted Belleza's body behind them. She gulped slightly. "She's dead then. What happened?"

"We killed her," Cordovan answered swiftly. "We couldn't take the risk. We saw what she did to you and we knew we couldn't outrun her forever. It seemed like our only option given the circumstances."

Helia processed the words carefully before nodding and trying to stand.

Cordovan and Xanthos helped her up and she took a moment to dust herself off, once again looking at Belleza before back at the group. "Let's go meet up with the others," She suggested. "I don't want to linger in here longer than we have to."

It was something all of them could agree on at least. The five of them walked out of the cafeteria, tired, and bruised, but alive. As they headed back to reunite with the rest of those who had come with them to this place, they could rest peacefully knowing that the Rossi threat had finally been dealt with.

[yallthemwitches]

The Gift

“It would be really sexy you know—you and me all greasy, getting the bike fixed up in the hot sun. Maybe we could take a break down by the pond? I can wash you off with my—” “Are you serious? You think you are going to seduce me into helping you?” She feels him wiggle his hips against her. “Is it working?”

A short, silly one (with the triumphant return of Euphemia!) for @jilytoberfest Day 23: Indulging in Hobbies.

AO3 Here

“Oh my gods.”

“Darling, please don’t be angry.”

“Oh my GODS.”

“Look I promise we will make it safe—wear a hamlet or whatever they are called—we just need a little help is all.”

Lily whips around, her boyfriend shrinking away from her as she glares at him.

“What does Remus say about this?” She demands, mouth fixed in a straight line.

“He says to ask you.”

It sounds like Remus: deflecting to get out of complete lunacy. She honestly can’t even be mad at him for it.

“No. I’m not doing it.”

James takes a step forward, eyes round like globes under his glasses, pouting with a jutted lower lip.

“Please baby. You’re the smartest witch I know and—”

“Flattery isn’t going to get you anywhere, Potter.”

She looks back at the motorbike. The sleek finish glints in the summer light. She isn’t too keen on cars in general, but she knows a solid make and model when she sees one. 

“What do you plan on even doing with this thing? Can’t you just apparate?”

James sighs and shakes his head like he would re-explaining a simple charm to a first year.

“It’s a gift for Sirius—ever since we watched Easy Rider he’s been itching for one.”

So it’s her fault. At the time it had been cute how Sirius’ eyes turned wide like a child watching Dennis Hopper hallucinate his way through America, but now she hopes the motorcycle is the only takeaway the boys had globbed on to. She makes a mental note: Don’t show them movies with remotely bad ideas.

James sneaks up on her while she is lost in thought, grabbing around her stomach and pulling her against him. His lips are at her ear, grazing gently against the crest. 

“It would be really sexy you know—you and me all greasy, getting the bike all fixed up in the hot sun. Maybe we could take a break down by the pond? I can wash you off with my—”

“Are you serious? You think you are going to seduce me into helping you?”

She feels him wiggle his hips against her. “Is it working?”

She pushes him off. Taking one last wary look at the bike before trudging up the lane towards the Potter Mansion, James following at her heels.

“Lily, wait—how about we talk about this, you know, outside and away from the house.”

Lily reads between the lines: his parents don’t know.

She walks through the front door and into the brightly lit sitting room. The large bay windows shine down on various exotic plants lining the bookshelves around where Euphemia sits, flipping through a muggle manuscript while a quill scratches various notes on a pad next to her.

“Oh Lily dear, James said you might drop by,” Euphemia stands, ruffling her long, unruly black hair that curtains her face like a thunder cloud. “Glad he is letting you see more of the house than just his bedroom for once.”

She makes a taunting side-eye at her son who is now sporting rosy cheekbones. 

“Lovely to see you Mrs. Potter.”

“--Please, Ephie, dear,” Euphemia tuts.

“..Right, sorry. Uhm–” Lily cuts herself off. With the momentum of her annoyance now gone, she begins to have second thoughts on narcing on her boyfriend, feeling a little too much like a child tattling on the playground. But Euphamia is no novice, lifting an eyebrow she jumps her gaze between the couple in mild interest. 

“Oh good. So what did he do this time, hm?” Euphemia sits back down, grabbing a glass of red liquid off the shelf and taking a sip. “You know, I’m very happy to have another voice of reason around this household—poor Remus was needing a holiday.”

Lily glances back at a frowning James, tilting her head in concession. 

“Well, I don’t know how but James got hold of a muggle motorbike–”

Euphemia doesn’t look up from her book, flipping a page. “Motorbike? Like motorcycle?”

“Yes, it's the same thing actually.”

“Yes dear, I know—that doesn’t happen to be the motorcycle the ministry had me confiscate from that American bloke with the sex cult does it, James?”

Lily whips her head around. Fear has been replaced on James’ features with something else, something more knowing and wile. Oh my god he’s going to get away with this. 

“Er, if I’m not mistaken he was a sex magic leader not cultist—but yes, I thought I could charm it to fly as a gift for Sirius.”

His mother looks up at him, lips pursed in amusement. It’s a look that Lily is still getting used to seeing on someone else’s features. It’s nearly identical to James’ when he is plotting something. 

“Ah, how exciting. Parsons would have loved that for his beloved bike—Merlin rest his soul—bet I have his partner’s contact information around here...she’s absolutely raging mad you know, but would get a kick out of hearing the bike is getting a magical use…”

Lily stares slack jawed as Euphemia starts rummaging through her desk drawer, pulling out a contact card holder and having it flip on its own. 

“Wait, I’m sorry, you can’t be serious.” LIly sputters out, trying to ignore the smug look now plastered to her boyfriend’s face. 

“Oh no, don’t worry. Marjorie might be a muggle but she’s been in the know for decades—even rumored to have shagged Hector Fawley when he was Minister…absolutely wild what politicians can get away with—”

Lily is at a loss for words. With Euphemia now deep in her own rabbit hole, she turns back to James, finding him triumphant if not glowing. 

“I don’t know what I expected—your whole lot is absolutely mad,” she mutters. James barks out a laugh and pulls her into an embrace, dusting his fingers under her ribs for good measure. 

“See what you get to look forward to if we get married?”

Lily groans into his shirt. “The key word being if.”

“Take it back.” James leans in and kisses her temple, then tilts her head up to continue down her cheek until he reaches her lips, making the presence of his mum feel hazy and distant.

“Oh, Lily dear,” Euphemia pulls them both back like a sudden snap of a band, “Before my son gets too ahead of himself with teenage lust, would you be a dear and double check his charm work on the bike when he’s done? Magical or not, those things are dangerous little buggers—”

[sc0rpiflow3r]

✨ Prongsfoot Week 2024 - Day 2 ✨

New to Prongsfoot Week: What Headcanons do you have for this ship?

Loved this one!

The mirrors were James’s idea for Sirius’s fourteenth birthday, which started a competition to outdo each other’s birthday gifts.

On one of James’s birthdays, Sirius gave him a golden chain with the Potter's crest on it, and James never stopped wearing it after that.

James gifted Sirius his favorite leather jacket, as well as his precious bike (poor Euphemia had a meltdown seeing how crazy the two of them were on that bike).

Sirius liked Quidditch, but he only tried out for the team because of James (how could he stay away from his Jamie? Unthinkable).

James always knew Sirius was absolutely gorgeous, but he only realized his feelings were more than friendship after a very dirty dream. 😏

They don’t like studying in the library; they prefer studying in each other’s beds, cuddling, of course.

James kissed Sirius first, in a very impulsive way of his, and after that, they simply couldn’t stop kissing.

Sirius cleans James’s glasses.

James doesn’t like smoking cigarettes much, just joints, but sometimes he smokes just to stay in Sirius’s company.

Sirius gets jealous in a silent way (he gets all broody and quiet, with Walburga’s famous sneer), while James, when jealous, is much more visible — everyone can feel the daggers he throws at anyone looking at his precious Paddy.

James hates coffee, but he always serves a cup of black coffee with lots of sugar for Sirius.

Sirius loves drawing everything, but what he loves most is drawing James, in every possible way.

Sirius’s first tattoo was… Prongs’s antlers on his V line.

+18 — They are very intense during sex. James loves it when Sirius talks dirty in his ear, and they love marking each other’s bodies because they enjoy knowing they belong to each other.

I could go on forever — I love these two so much!

@prongsfootweekarchive

[shrimpalbuspotter]

Fleamont pulling up to Hogwarts one day to take Young Severus Snape under his wing as his official Potions Trainee (adopt him COUGH) and James arriving home one Summer slightly upset and confused because Snivellus disappeared from Hogwarts halfway through the year??? Just to see him sitting in HIS dining room with HIS father talking about HIS arrival and as soon as they lock eyes Snape has this smug fucking look on his face before Fleamont stands up and goes:

"James, my son! I know I haven't owled you for quite a few months now, but well, I wanted to keep this whole ordeal a suprise for you! Young Severus here has been working with me on some Potions for quite alot of time now... You see, usually I'd never pull a student from their studies at Hogwarts, but I was just so enthralled by his O.W.L results that I simply had to ask for the honour of teaching him myself! It was quite the joy that he even said yes, and well... One thing led to another, my darling son. But I think you will be very pleased to learn of a new face on the family tree, someone to talk with when Sirius isn't around."

All he can reply is a loud "SNIVELLUS?" immediately after the speech ends, like he was cut off from saying it before Fleamont began his rant... And James is appalled. He is shocked. His mouth has never fell open faster in his life. All the while Snape is just sitting there wearing beautiful red and silver black robes with the Potter crest embroidered into them... and the room is quiet. Like none of them want to break the tension...

Before Euphemia bursts in, tray of baked goods in hand, gasping with joy at seeing the brown haired Potter and not even stopping to read the room

"Oh, my sweet James and my new special boy Severus, both in the same room! How wonderful! How adorable! Fleamont, dear, we must get them a portrait painted together immediately! I will call someone over, this is such perfect day!"

[twitt3rpate]

tabitha "beth" euphemia black

" you seem to forget, i'm lady black in this house. "

daughter of sirius black and marlene mckinnon

mother's deep chocolate eyes, father's curly raven hair, black family crest branded on right forearm in infancy

griffindor, best friends with ginny weasley and luna lovegood

chaser, lionhearted girl, sass-master, has more scars than friends, gets new piercings and tattoos as therapy

raised by walburga and orion black before being sent to the malfoys

dog lover, queen of getting herself into tight situations, surrogate daughter of molly and arthur weasley, strained relationship with her father

(potential book character idea?) please let me know if you would read a book with this premise? what would you suggest?

[starchaseriseverything]

I kind of forgot to post this, so, here it is.

Walburga received a letter from Euphemia Braithewaite-Potter. She hasn't received one of those for a time. Not since her school years.

Today was her birthday. Her 30th to be exact. Which means she hasn't received a letter from Euphemia for 13 years.

Inside the letter, it read:

Dear Walburga, I know I haven't written you for years, but I wanted to. Believe me, I did. I just didn't know what to say. I mean, I thought I knew you, and then you tell me you got the dark mark. I could have saved you, I told you that as much, but I get it. It's hard when you're a Black. Well, Irma, but still a Black.

I just wanted to wish you a happy birthday, my love. I miss you so very much, and I know I won't get a reply, but I'd be nice to know you at least read it. I still love you, and I always will.

- Love Euphemia Braithewaite

Walburga was full on crying by the time she finished reading the letter. Walburga sighs.

She loves me. She still loves me.

Walburga pulls out a piece of parchment and a quill and ink. She starts writing.

Dear Euphemia,

I got your letter and I couldn't stop crying. I'm so happy you still love me just like I love you. I'm sorry for not telling you about it before and not after, but I couldn't run away from it like you think I could. I love you and always will.

- Love Walburga Irma

She folded it, put it in an envelope, and stamped it with the Irma crest to seal it shut. She summoned her private owl and sent it off.

She never got a reply, but she knows Euphemia got it. She get feel it in her gut.

The whole day, Orion didn't even acknowledge her. He didn't remember, but at least she got that letter from Euphemia. It's the best gift she could have ever gotten.

[beyondthecanonwizardingworld]

Fleamont Henry Potter, respected potioneer and proud father and grandfather

Middle child and first son to Henry “Harry” (b. 1866) and Isla (nee Moody), in 1890 named after his dying paternal grandmother's maiden name, as her last request. Between siblings Josephine "Josie" (b. 1887) and Clifford (b. 1892) raised in Bristol with respect from their father’s career as an Auror (and briefly the Wizengamot).

At Hogwarts in Gryffindor, Monty grew a strong duelist against teasing and found his passion for potions, becoming lifetime rivals with classmate Horace Slughorn. Monty was best friends with Arnold Longbottom, raised in similar rising respect, also near to cousin Julian Moody (Cliff's best friend) and with Gilbert Longbottom, Hufflepuff, an extended cousin of Arnie's.

After exchange at Olympos (under Hephaestus), Monty attended college in Rome though left immediately after his advanced potioneer apprenticeship. He joined the W.V.F. fighting for and alongside Muggles in the Great War (1914-18). Forever affected losing Arnold, Monty rose through potions to heal and aid others greatly advancing wizarding medicine.

Having married Euphemia "Effie" Evercreech (b. 1896) in the war, they only managed a single son Edward "Ted" in 1933 but she adored babies in her midwifery career. In the coming of another war, Monty joined the mediwizards and became acclaimed for saving many lives yet lost his sister fighting in the W.S.O.

His potions company Potter Products Ltd. highly increased their family's wealth though their Muggle advocacy tainted them in respectable society. Only mere years after his grandson James (b. 1960) was born, Monty and Effie grieved Ted's loss bringing them even nearer to little Jamie, and they later lost their daughter-in-law.

Their family forever marked by Valdemar with their closeness to Albus Dumbledore and Monty's Peverell heritage, Monty and Effie died from Dragon Pox soon after celebrating the marriage of James and Lily (nee Evans). Supposedly deemed fatally ill from old age yet possibly deliberately targeted and reunited with their grandchildren too soon.

(Photos: poppy from pexels.com and the first aid kit, Gryffindor crest from Wizarding World, and potions from Pinterest)

Author's note: For the protection of James' own parents, his grandparents were noted to be his own (though outside the books). My own headcanon with them as contemporaries and best friends to Frank Longbottom's grandparents simply made them too old and even if Monty was possibly born in the early 1900s, it never sat right to me. Monty and Effie were still as dear as parents to Jamie, orphaned fairly young.

[sauvageonmaids]

Reverse + Beads Pop-In! (Aggy)

Send in "Beads Pop-In" to stuff a chain of Anal Beads into my muse's ass

"You're doing very well. Mistress Larxene will be pleased~" Aggy encouraged as she began to slip another of the 45mm beads into Euphemia's ass. The maid grinned as it began to stretch her hole out wide again, eliciting another pitiful moan from the siren before it crested and was sucked in. "Two more to go, and then we can present you to her." She stated as she grabbed the next bead to get to work, six of the large bulbs already in Euphemia, filling her uncomfortably tightly.

[eldritchlittleblackdragon]

Tagging: @possiblythreefourthspeahen, @curiousobsession101

Images were made with this and this picrew. The left is intended to be an approximation of her Officer's Academy appearance, while the right is intended to represent her post-timeskip appearance.

Warnings: Discussions of PTSD, Being Experimented on Against One's Will, Fear of Intimacy, Ableism?, Fodlan Racism and Xenophoba, Arranged Marriages

Euphemia von Lehr

Also Known as: Mia (preferred nickname)

Age: Varies Across Story (But most notably, she is 19-20 in the Academy Phase of the Main plot of Three Houses and 25-26 after the five year timeskip)

Gender: Cis Female (She/Her pronouns)

Sexuality: Hasn't really thought about it, but would probably identify as demiheterosexual if she gave it some thought.

Neurotype: Autistic

Ethnicity: Adrestian (her family was originally from the Adrestian Empire before joining the Alliance when it formed)

Nationality: Leicester Alliance

Crest?: Yes [Major Crest of Riegan- Artificial]

Languages Spoken: Fodlanish, Almyran (eventually taught to her first by Khalid (Claude von Riegan) and later continued upon with an instructor when returning with her husband to Almyra)

Height: 5'1"

Build: Petite, a little fat

Eyes: Blue

Hair: Black, with a few stray white strands, especially in back (not pictured)

Complexion: Fair and freckled

Other Physical Characteristics: Left-handed, has a small scar on her nose from overdoing it and having a minor accident during weapon training (prior to attending the Officer's Academy), is very prone to getting injured and is more vulnerable to exposure to pathogens that cause illness, but her crest offsets some of this by speeding up her rate of recovery for injury and illness.

Combats Strengths: Flying, Riding, Lances, Reason

Combat Weaknesses: Authority, Brawling, Heavy Armor

Hidden Talent: Swords

Hobbies: Observing/Caring for Winged Animals, Keeping an Observation Notebook (for places she's been/things she's seen, especially since she was very isolated for so long), Poetry, Reading (prefers nonfiction)

Likes: Flying Mounts (Pegasi, Wyverns), Horses, Poetry, Observational/Descriptive Writing (scientific reports, biographies, travel journals, etc.), Board Games, Stuffed Animals, Having a Good Laugh, Good Food, Helping People

Dislikes: Especially Bright Lights, Most Types of Alcohol, Sour Tastes, Doing Nothing, Being Talked Down to, Inequity, Being in Medical Facilities (as a patient only), Sleeping

Relatives (non-canon characters):

Baron Rollo von Lehr - Father - allowed Those Who Slither in the Dark to Experiment on his children in hopes at least one would bear a crest and save his family from decline, perhaps even eventually being cast out of the nobility. Obsessed with tradition and past glory.

Baroness Giselle von Lehr - Mother - is unaware of what truly transpired with her children and refused to listen when Euphemia tried to tell her the truth, excusing it as a grief induced delusion on her part. Very fussy and overbearing.

Irene von Lehr - Older sister, now deceased. She was seven years older than Euphemia (17 at the time of her death). She had attended the Officer's Academy the year prior to her death and was a very bright and quick-witted girl. She was very close with her younger siblings.

Myron von Lehr - Fraternal twin brother. He was quiet like Euphemia (and he was also autistic like her as well), but unlike her, he seemed to have an easier time navigating certain difficulties his neurotype has. He was calm and easy going. Very close with Euphemia and Irene.

Friends/Associates (non-canon characters):

Joanna von Albrecht - a commoner who became the adopted daughter of Lord von Albrecht when she was discovered to have a crest. In an interesting twist, she is biologically the daughter of his lordship's ex-wife, and through her is the biological half-sister of canon character Balthus von Albrecht. She holds a resentment towards Balthus because her mother held him up as the favorite child while disparaging her daughter. She is intelligent, meticulous, and kind hearted, but prone to resentment. Balthus, on the other hand has adored his baby sister from afar and always wanted to meet her (and has a very different experience of their mother from her). She is 21-22 prior to the timeskip and 26-27 after the timeskip and winds up in a relationship with Balthus' 'boss', Yuri Leclerc.

Fiene Valeria Hirsch - another commoner adoptee of a noble family. In Fiene's case, she was an orphan from Duscur who was taken in by a noble family she attempted to steal from (out of a need for survival) when she was discovered she possessed a crest of Ernest. She was originally betrothed to Christophe Gaspard, but after his death, it was arranged for her instead to marry Lord Lonato Gildas Gaspard's adoptive son, Ashe. She was taken into the Gaspard household early as it was discovered she was being mistreated by her adoptive family, on the excuse that Lord Lonato thought she would benefit from time spent in the Gaspard region prior to her marriage to Ashe. She is a sensitive, creative-minded young woman who loves animals (especially cats). She is treated with suspicions by a number of Faerghus nobility on account of being from Duscur, but pushes back against their prejudice, especially with the backing of the likes of Prince Dimitri, whom she counts among her friends. She is 17-18 prior to time timeskip and 23-24 after.

Personality: Euphemia is a very sincere and honest person with a generous, accepting, and compassionate nature on the whole. She is also intelligent and observant, but the fact she hardly ever speaks if at all to a majority of people and seems to simply allow other people to lead interactions with her has given her a reputation that belies that fact. In fact, this is due to Euphemia feeling a high amount of anxiety when interacting with her fellow Fodlan nobles, particularly her elders, although it also surfaces when interacting with medical personnel/servants or persons in charge of medical care. In the case of the latter, she does not want to be left alone in an infirmary or her personal quarters with only a medical specialist present. Both are the result of PTSD associated with her experiences as a child and young adolescent.

Euphemia has preferred the company of commoners (or nobles who were born/raised as commoners) to other established nobles in the past as a result, but since joining the Officer's Academy has come to count more nobles among those she likes, trusts, and can interact with. She particularly finds an accord with Marianne von Edmund and Bernadetta von Varley, whom she considers similar to herself, and Balthus von Albrecht, who she befriended as a little kid (but doesn't remember very well).

She finds herself most at odds with the likes of Ferdinand, Linhardt, and (initially) Lorenz, Hilda, and Sylvain.

The person she is closest to at the Officer's Academy is Claude von Riegan (Khalid). Both of them were bound together into a betrothal with each other at the behest of Claude's grandfather prior to their enrollment, but those who watch their interactions can tell there is a trust between them and that the two bring out the best in each other. Euphemia is at her most verbal/talkative when talking to Claude, but also at her most vulnerable around him.

Pre-Canon Backstory:

Euphemia spent the first ten years or so of life living on her parent's estate in their territory in the central Leicester Alliance. She spent much of her time with her siblings and the household servants. She wasn't taken to meet other nobles very often, and when she was, she was very shy and awkward. Though she remembers being treated very kindly by Godfrey von Riegan, and an older boy she doesn't remember very well (who later turns out to be Balthus von Albrecht).

Her older sister left for a year at the age of sixteen to attend the Officer's Academy, and returned upon graduation.

Shortly after her sister's return however, when she and her twin brother were both ten and her sister seventeen, all three were visited in the night by the family nanny (and her nursemaids) and subjected to strange torturous operations (including being punctured by a needle at the end of a vial that appeared to be filled with a blood colored substance) in a room none of them recognized. During the day, all three were violently ill, terrifying their mother and the other servants. Their father was strangely calm about the affair, but seemed no less concerned about his children's wellbeing.

All three tried to tell their parents about the goings on at night, but were not believed and the nanny even attempted to gaslight them into believing it was a nightmare they had in the throws of their illness.

All three grew sicker and sicker. But only Euphemia managed to struggle through the worst of it and recover from her 'illness'. Her older sister and twin brother didn't make it.

Euphemia again tried to tell her parents what was happening, and she was dismissed as still recovering while simultaneously being stricken by grief at the loss of her siblings and having delusions as a result. Eventually, she was well enough to resume normal activities, but the bout with the 'illness' left her more frail in some respects - she was more prone to injury and illness than before. But strangely enough, she turned out to have a knack for bouncing back.

In order to help her cope and recover from the lost of her siblings, Euphemia was given a pegasus to befriend and care for, whom she named Fatmir.

Her speedy recovery rate was not noted as anything unusual until she had an accident at the age of 12 that resulted in a serious wound (she and her family were visiting the Riegan estate in Deirdru at the time to discuss a trade deal). As if by magic however, her injury began quickly knitting itself closed. This aroused the suspicion of not only her parents, but Duke Riegan, and an expert on Crests was sent for. Professor Hanneman arrived from Garreg Mach Monastery and, after running tests, declared she indeed had a crest, most likely a Major one. Further investigation revealed she in fact possessed a Major Crest of Riegan, much to everyone's shock.

While House Riegan was cordial with House Lehr, there was no record of a marriage or a child born who was descended from both houses. House Lehr once had the crest of Lamine in its blood, but the crest has since been considered to have passed out of the family line. The thought was offered that the connection may be so old or so far back no record exists or the record was lost. Either way, her parents were overjoyed at the discovery of a child bearing a crest, and attributed the survival of her illness to it. With no crest bearer for generations, the family was losing power, and was at threat to be cast from noble standing if a crest didn't come into the family or surface in the line within the next generation.

With no heir due to the death of his son Godfrey and the disappearance of his daughter Tiana some years earlier, Duke Oswald von Riegan made a proposal to House Lehr - to take their daughter in as his ward and raise her to be his heir. Even if House Riegan may perish, a crest bearer of Riegan would still hold power as Grand Duchess of the Alliance.

They agreed, but had some reservations given Euphemia's development and behavior since her illness.

Euphemia didn't have an easy time living as Duke Riegan's ward. She was kept on the estate much of the time, and subjected to strict and rigorous study and training when she wasn't ill. He wasn't unkind to her, but it was always apparent that the Duke had his own position and the future of the Alliance in mind above personal concerns Euphemia had.

When she was discovered to have a Major crest and was taken in as the Duke's ward, Euphemia was targeted by a number of politically minded nobles who sought to take her for a bride in order not only gain the crest of Riegan in their bloodline, but also perhaps inherit the position of leading the Alliance (if not directly, than indirectly by controlling Euphemia).

Euphemia's most persistent suitor was Lorenz Hellman Gloucester. Prior to her being declared Duke Riegan's heir, it was thought House Gloucester would be most likely to inherit leadership of the Alliance with the decline of House Riegan (and in fact, unbeknownst to everyone including Lorenz, it was Lorenz's father Lord Gloucester who arranged for Godfrey von Riegan, Duke Riegan's original heir to be killed). Euphemia becoming heir meant they couldn't directly take over after the death of the Duke. But, her ascension wasn't seen as an obstacle in the slightest. In fact, in the eyes of House Gloucester's head, her reputation as a quiet and unassertive sort meant she could be controlled, manipulated. And what easier way to do so than to have her marry House Gloucester's heir apparent. A marriage would add legitimacy and additional leverage to their claim to the leadership of the Alliance. Not only that, but House Gloucester would gain prestige from adding the crest of Riegan to their bloodline.

Lorenz thought it his duty and destiny to lead the Alliance, and thus, he must eventually marry and care for Euphemia von Lehr. But Euphemia didn't like Lorenz very much to begin with, and felt immense anxiety around him (and thus hardly if ever spoke to him as a result). Lorenz made some unflattering assumptions about Euphemia, and truth be told, in the beginning he had lukewarm feelings about her. But he pursued her out of duty and pressure from his family.

Eventually he was proven wrong about his assumptions about Euphemia and felt great remorse. He even started to feel genuine interest towards her when he learned about her inner life. She accepted his remorse and was willing to associate with him on more friendly terms, but she still resisted his attempts to court her and any romantic overtures, as she still had no interest in him in that regard, and knew he was acting in part because of family pressure.

(Duke Riegan supported her resistance, but couldn't refuse Lorenz seeing her out of rules of societal politeness.)

About a year before she would eventually be enrolled at the Officer's Academy, a stranger appeared at the Riegan estate - a boy only a little younger than Euphemia by the name of Khalid. Euphemia took an instant liking to him, and eventually discovered she had an easier time speaking to him than most people. Later, she was called into a meeting with the Duke, and it was revealed that he had managed to trace his missing daughter back to Almyra, and that Khalid was in fact her son.

Euphemia questioned if his appearance meant that he would be heir instead (she didn't mind the idea, but didn't want to be sent back to her family estate because of her association with the place). Oswald said for now Khalid was simply staying with them, nothing of the sort had been decided yet (in truth, the Duke wanted to observe Khalid and Euphemia together to see if they could work as a potential marriage match).

Khalid and Euphemia got along well, but she noticed he was treated badly by others. She was aware of the history between Almyra and the Alliance, but didn't see it as a reason to hold it against any one person from that country. It's the people in power who decide on invasions or wars. Khalid confessed to her when she told him that that he wished he could make it so there would be no more hostility between the Alliance and Almyra. It causes people to hate each other for things they can't control, like where they were born or who they are born to.

Euphemia tried to stand up for him, but her degree of success in that regard was varied. Khalid for the most part was able to stand up for himself, but her support was appreciated. She was upfront about wanting her new friend to be treated well, and he was grateful for that. (Also both consider each other friends. Although Khalid is holding back a little from trusting her too much at first. But by the time they get to the Academy he trusts her quite a bit.)

After some time passed, Duke Riegan revealed his intentions. He is very ill, and things are even more dire than he has let on. He thinks with time Euphemia will be a fine Duchess, but he worries for her well-being and worries that even with her in charge there will still be a power grab upon his death because people see her as weak.

After hearing this, Euphemia concluded that Khalid will replace her as heir as he will be a stronger leader, but she expresses concern that the nobility will be vicious to him on account of his heritage.

Khalid said in response he plans to partially hide his heritage with a Fodlan name ('Claude') and claim he is from an 'offshoot' of House Riegan that brought him to the estate when his crest manifested.

This didn't entirely dissuade Euphemia's worries, as it would mean he would have to hide part of himself in order to be more accepted. It surely must be hard on him, she said. He admited that it is. But it's what he has to do for now to make his way, he will.

Duke Riegan then replied that in fact, Euphemia will not be replaced by Khalid. Rather, the new situation will be a joint effort. Both Khalid and Euphemia are surprised by this, and both start to realize what may be happening. Duke Riegan intends to betroth Khalid and Euphemia and have them wed, either shortly after his death or Khalid's 20th birthday, whichever comes sooner.

At first both of them refused, saying that while they care for each other as friends, they can't possible subject one another to a forced marriage. Duke Riegan argued back that the stability of the Alliance is more important than personal feelings, but says he will give them time to consider it.

After a heavy conversation alone, they decide to accept Duke Riegan's plan. However, they have a plan of their own. If Duke Riegan dies before Khalid's 20th birthday, they will simply break the engagement. Khalid will inherit the Alliance, and allow Euphemia to stay in Deirdru somehow rather than return to her family (since she doesn't desire to return to them). If however, the Duke lives to Khalid's 20th birthday, they will attempt to stage some kind of divorce or break up.

However, those plans may yet go awry, as romantic affection and later amorous feelings begin to blossom between the two of them. Being betrothed to one another makes it incredibly easy for them to have the object of their affection and desire, but is it right for them to be together when they are opposed to the circumstances of their betrothal? Can they have each other in spite of those circumstances? Or must they keep to the course they originally set out of principle?

[athenasparrow]

Unsolicited Sequels on AO3

Brittle autumnal leaves crunch delicately underfoot as she ambles over the russet carpet of the outdoors. The glow of the fire has long died; now embers fade as quickly as stars when darkness succumbs to dawn.

She knows she’s not supposed to be patrolling right now (she had taken the first nightshift), but a day of energetic children has lured her to seek refuge in the quiet dusk. It’s only now — when sun slumbers and shadows come alive — that she begins to regret it.

What kind of twenty-year-old is scared of the dark?

She’s only steps from the dying fire when the ink black of the forest gives birth to a man. She’d caught glimpses of him from a distance the day before, but standing closer now – and thus able to see the broadness of shoulders, the sharp shadow of his jaw and the arms that appear to have been chiselled by Michelangelo himself – she’s able to say with utmost confidence that he is no longer a boy.

“You’re not off to scramble the signs again, are you?”

Her playful greeting turns to sharp regret the moment his head snaps up.

Lily thinks she did a much better job – as a startled twelve-year-old – at hiding her tear-stained cheeks; later she’ll learn it’s because James is unabashed, even when he’s in a silent tomb of sadness.

“Are you alright?” A stupid question, really.

He opens his mouth – words on the tip of his tongue – before trembling lips press together as he shakes his head.

Lily lets him close the distance; lets him breathe deep; lets more liquid sorrow rain from their hazel sky before she tries again. She doesn’t use her words this time, instead, she whispers her comfort in a fragile breeze down his arms – his skin warm under the cool pad of her fingertips – until delicate softness meets calloused palms.

“My mum–” He swallows, throat bobbing as he blinks up at the sky. A gentle squeeze of his hand and the fraught words tumble from his mouth. “She might be dying.”

“And you’re here?” She winces at the accusatory bite.

A fresh teardrop escapes the rim of his eye, speeding over his cheekbone until it gets stuck in the stubble of his jaw and he huffs a sharp laugh.

“Sorry, I didn’t mean to –”

“No, that’s exactly what I said, but she insisted.” James shakes his head ruefully. “Can’t exactly argue with her when she might…” He swallows, scuffing his toe into the dirt beneath them.

“When will you know?”

“The doctors said a couple of weeks for all the tests.” James whispers, unable to form a voice that won't break.

Lily nods, letting her fingers trace a gentle pattern into his hand as her mind returns to their first night beside dying fire. She steps away from him, slipping her phone from her pocket.

“A boy once told that music helped.” She wiggles the phone at him in a gentle offering.

“Lily Evans,” he mutters, the ghost of a smile flitting over his lips. “Do you have a prohibited item on your person?”`

“James Potter,” she returns softly, thumb flicking until she finds stand by me. “Would you like to dance with me?”

Her head finds home on his shoulder as his hands settle on the crests of her hips. The tilt of his head means she takes the weight of it, tanned cheek pressed to pale one. She hopes she can take some of the burden of his sorrow too.

As they sway to the slow strums of a guitar, Lily’s shirt becomes damp with the proof of his heart-stopping waves of hurt. Anguish leaves his throat in hitched sobs and whispered suffering; Lily absorbs it all.

She waits until the fabric has been soaked through and his trembles of grief have subsided into a silent ache. “Your mum, what’s her name?”

“Euphemia.”

@jilytoberfest 31 Prompts: Day 26 || 891 Words || Read on Ao3 I took a lot of liberties with this one lmao —

Taking great care not to snap any twigs, Lily slowly makes her way from her troop’s cabin to the dying campfire, sitting on a slightly damp log and wiping again at the residual tears leaking from her eyes.

She knows she’s not supposed to be out after curfew—if one of the camp counselors were to find her, she’d be in big trouble. But the nightmare that startled her awake was also preventing her from falling back asleep, and she wanted to deal with her embarrassment alone and away from her bunkmates should any of them wake up.

What kind of twelve-year-old has nightmares at sleepaway camp? 

Her eyes stare fixedly into the dim embers of the fire as she wills any negative and scary thoughts to burn with them. After a few moments, the oppressive weight of the dreams begin to lift just in time for a rustling on the other side of the campfire to douse her in new terror.

I’m sleepwalking, she thinks, immediately latching onto the excuse should one of the counselors emerge and begin to scold her.

Only it’s not a counselor who emerges from the treeline on the other side of the campfire, but a boy. A boy who looks around her age—with wildly messy hair the color of the night—whose eyes go wide in surprise behind his glasses.

“Oh!” He glances behind him nervously, and Lily uses this opportunity to wipe the last bits of moisture from her cheeks. The last thing she wants is to be made fun of after trying so hard to be alone. The boy looks back at her, and she realizes instantly that she hasn’t done a good enough job at hiding her sadness. “Are you alright?”

“Fine,” she answers with a nod, dropping her eyes from his to stare back into the dim light of the fire. “Just needed some air.”

“This is a far way from the girls’ cabins.”

“It’s midway through camp, so I guess I could say the same thing to you.”

“Oh, well…” the boy looks behind him again, almost in contemplation, before turning and smiling at her excitedly. “Can you keep a secret?”

Lily doesn’t know why she does it, but she nods, something about the boy’s excitement easing that terror that’s gripped her since she woke up. He takes a few steps towards her, throwing one last look behind him before focusing on her.

“We’re going to scramble all the signs around in the common areas!”

Her brows knit together. “Why?”

This seems to have taken some of the wind out of the boy’s sails. “What do you mean why? It’s funny!”

“Oh, okay. Yeah, I guess that could be funny.”

The boy blinks, shifting his weight between his feet. “Are you sure you’re alright? Why’d you come out here, anyway?” Lily’s opening her mouth to parrot her earlier answer and he holds out a hand to cut her off. “And don’t say you needed air—you could’ve just stayed by your cabin for that.”

Well crap. She hesitates, eyes flitting between the boy, the dim fire, and the sliver of moon visible above the treetops. Finally, she sighs, her cheeks flushing with embarrassment. “I had a…nightmare.”

The boy doesn’t tease her, as she finds herself expecting. Instead, his brows furrow and he nods understandably. “Oh, yeah. I used to get nightmares all the time. Don’t have them as much anymore, but some of the boys in the cabin woke up the first few nights here.”

“Really?”

He nods. “Yeah. The rest of us got up and turned on some loud music to drown out all the bad thoughts. Some of the boys just jumped around to shake out the feelings, and then after about five minutes we went back to sleep.” Tilting his head to the side, he considers her. “Have you tried that?”

“My whole cabin’s asleep…I can’t really…” her face reddens again, and she’s thankful for the cover of night to hide it. “I don’t want them to make fun of me for having bad dreams.”

The boy looks at her thoughtfully. “Well, I don’t think they’d make fun of you, but if you’d rather do it here, I’d be happy to help you.”

Her face is absolutely scarlet now. “Don’t you have somewhere to be?”

“There’s four of us—I can show up a little late.”

She considers it. Considers jumping around to non-existent music in the smothered light of the campfire with this boy she doesn’t know, who’s looking at her hopefully, like he can fix what’s wrong with her.

She almost says yes.

Instead, she shakes her head, an embarrassed smile curling her mouth up. “No, I should get back before anyone notices I’m gone.”

Shrugging, the boy grins. “Suit yourself. But if you change your mind, you can always come looking for me.”

Lily can’t help but to laugh quietly. “Change my mind? We’d be skinned alive if anyone knew we were out this late! Besides, I don’t even know you.”

“Oh right. Name’s James.”

“Well, Name’s James, thank you, but I think I’ve got it under control.” Lily takes a few steps back in the direction towards her cabin before stopping to look over her shoulder, where she sees James watching her with a funny kind of smile. “Thanks again, though. And good luck with your prank.”

[sustraiii]

TEAM ZRCN ARC 3 - EPILOGUE

Aaannndddd that’s a wrap for arc 3! We leave our main cast for the moment to turn our attention to Bianca and things in Olympia.

Once again, thanks to @neopoliitan for proofreading

BIANCA

“Are we nearly there?” Sparrow’s voice weakly asked from where they were sitting huddled in the passenger seat.

Bianca turned her attention from the window to the navigation system on the dashboard. She was driving slow and there was little in the way of obstacles this far out in the tundra, so she was willing to risk a look away. “Ten minutes out.” She informed her companion. “How are you holding up?”

“Eh, I’ve felt better,” Sparrow responded. They started to chuckle, but the action aggravated their injuries, and with a small groan they leaned back into the chair. “Looking forward to some of that sweet medication Theodora has got waiting for me.”

“Yes, I’m sure it’ll do more for you than the painkillers Miho managed to find for you back in Highpoint,” Bianca said, looking back out the window.

Sparrow made a small noise in approval, and remained silent for the remainder of the journey, only speaking up once the old, faded sign came into view.

"Ah, the O.R.C.A.S," Sparrow said, splitting the acronym into "orc" and "ass" as they said it. "Home sweet home."

The O.R.C.A.S was merely an acronym for the place where Bianca, her family, and most of their associates made their home. Also known as the "Olympia Research and Climate Analysis Station", their home was a now  disused military-sanctioned research base. It's original purpose was to monitor the weather, but had later been expanded to allow select research projects to be worked on within its walls. After the town of Olympia had been lost to the Grimm, many of the survivors had sought refuge at the base. Atlas had long since turned their gaze away from Olympia and it's old research base, and so they were left untroubled to do what they wanted.

Pulling up to the front gate, Bianca leaned forward in her front seat, watching as Euphemia Crest appeared, giving a small wave before slowly pushing the gate open. Bianca raised her hand in acknowledgement, before driving the vehicle through the reinforced outer walls and up to the front of the base. 

As Bianca parked, she saw the front doors open, and the last Crest sibling, Theodora, stepped outside. Bianca hopped out of the van, offering a small hello to Euphemia who had come over to join them after closing the gate. Sparrow meanwhile, struggled getting out of the van without causing any discomfort to themself, and had to be helped out the rest of the way by Theodora.

Theodora was about to lead Sparrow back inside when Bianca stopped her and called her over. "Theo, can I keep you for a moment?"

"Of course," Theodora responded, before moving their hands away from Sparrow. "You remember where my rooms are don't you Sparrow?"

"I haven't been gone that long," Sparrow smirked. "But sure, I know the way. See you soon, doc."

Sparrow trudged inside, leaving the three women together. Bianca gestured for the sisters to follow her to the rear of the van, where she warned them to brace themselves, before opening the rear doors, revealing the three people within. Whilst two of the passengers remained quiet, the youngest of the three glared at Bianca. "You're going to be in big trouble." She warned.

"I wasn't aware keeping prisoners was going to be a permanent thing after the situation with Lunick," Euphemia commented, looking at Bianca disapprovingly. 

"Blame Belle," Bianca answered with a huff. "This is her doing. She insisted I bring them with me when I returned for 'safekeeping' until she returned."

Euphemia and Theodora shared a glance between each other, and at that moment Bianca was aware of how much they looked like each other - and like their late brother Ulysses for that matter. All three of them shared the same dark brown hair and blue eyes, and all three were also caprine Faunus.

"You'd better take them to my rooms as well," Theodora said to her sister after a moment, putting her hands on her hips and sighing. "I'll want to confirm for myself they're all in good health and uninjured. Find some food and water for them too, Fee."

Euphemia nodded, and clapped her hands together, ordering the three of them out of the van. Once they were all safely out of the vehicle, looking around with a mix of curiosity and confusion at their surroundings, Euphemia clapped her hands together and gestured for the three of them to follow her inside. Bianca and Theodora watched them leave, and once they had disappeared inside the building, Bianca was aware of the other woman's gaze upon her.

"This isn't good," Theodora shook her head. "What was Belle thinking when she did this?"

"Probably about herself," Bianca said quickly. "Nothing good at least."

Theodora let out a faint laugh.

"Did everyone return?" Bianca asked, looking to the woman as the two of them made their way inside the building.

"Yes, all those you called have returned to base," Theodora nodded in confirmation. "Laurel and Biggs arrived yesterday."

"Good," Bianca smiled contentedly. "Once you have seen to Sparrow and our guests, I would like you to summon everyone to the meeting room and then come and find me."

"What will you be doing?"

"Saying hello to my father."

"Oh, well you had better go to the storeroom then," Theodora said, stopping Bianca from walking in the direction of where Alden's rooms were located. Bianca turned on her heel, and raised a brow at Theodora. The storeroom had once been a parking bay, but had been converted into a storeroom for her father's Sentinels almost a decade ago. It had been a long time since she had heard her father and the storeroom mentioned in the same sentence - her father's memory issues had meant that working on his creations as he wanted had been difficult in recent years.

"Since when has he been working on the Sentinels again?" Bianca asked.

"Oh, he's not working on them," Theodora explained. "He's been tinkering on those old drone prototypes he and Cala put together two years back. It's quite marvellous to watch actually. He becomes very talkative when working on them. He still seems a little confused and isn't aware of what the year is, but it's nice to hear him talking in a clear and concise manner once again."

Intrigued by this development in her father, Bianca was keen to make her way to the storeroom, finding her father tinkering away on the drones as Theodora had promised. He greeted her warmly, and gestured for her to sit with him where they sat and enjoyed a nice conversation. He looked tired, his white hair shaggy and unkempt, and as impossible as it seemed, there looked to be more wrinkles on his face than there had been the last time they had spoken. But there was a sparkle in his red eyes that hadn't been there for a long time.

As nice it was to talk with him, the moment was bittersweet; despite talking clearly and being more aware of what was going on then he had in years, he did not know who Bianca was. He admitted to some recognition, but could not put a name to the face, though he admitted she had a pretty name when she answered that question.

As they talked, Bianca tried to show an interest in what he was doing, but alas she had never had the aptitude for robotics and machinery as her father and sister had. Still, she could follow along well enough to participate in the conversation. 

“Bianca?” A knock preceded Theodora’s question, as the young doctor appeared in the doorway. “Everyone’s ready for you.”

“Seems like you have to go,” Her father mused, almost sounding disappointed as he spoke. “It was nice to speak with you, Bianca. I hope we are able to speak again soon.”

“I’d like that too,” Bianca smiled. “Farewell, da-Alden.”

**

Following Theodora into the meeting room, Bianca was greeted with a room of silence, and several pairs of eyes watching her as she moved. Unlike many of the rooms in the base, this one had never been altered for a different purpose, and was still used as a meeting room to this day. The room was dominated by a large oval table, with enough room that everyone could sit around with room to spare. Other than that, the room was sparse in terms of decorations - save for a few old posters proclaiming that “a happy worker is a productive worker!” and that Atlas “appreciates its dedicated workers!”. They had long since been defaced with crude swear words and drawings over the years, most of which had been the handiwork of Belleza and Miho.

Bianca took her seat at the end of the table - a place usually reserved for Belleza or their father - and took a moment to ready herself, taking the time to look round at those present. 

To the left of her sat Laurel, whose face was turned to the side to obscure her scars, and who currently seemed more interested in fiddling with her fingers than paying attention to Bianca. As always, Laurel was flanked by her Ursine companion Biggs, who looked ready to fight; his gaze never lingering on one person for long. Theodora and Lunick sat together; Theodora watching Bianca intently, Lunick looking extremely uncomfortable at being present and looking away.

To the other side of Bianca sat the Astrella siblings - Uriah and his younger sister Maia - a girl who was amazingly even more insufferable than her brother was. It was Maia who was currently watching her, her teal eyes boring into her with such intensity, that Bianca was surprised she didn’t spontaneously combust.

“Does Belleza know you are here?” Maia asked with an almost accusatory tone.

“Are you trying to accuse me of something?” Bianca responded with another question, meeting Maia’s gaze.

“Well, it’s a little strange that we all get called back, but Belleza isn’t here,” Maia pointed out. “And last I checked, she’s our leader, regardless of whether she is here or not...you should know your place.” With a cock of her head, Maia gestured to the seat which was currently occupied by Laurel, a position where Bianca would often sit.

“And you should know your place,” Bianca fired back, narrowing her eyes. 

 “Belleza’s not here right now,” Laurel chimed in, “There’s no need to keep kissing her ass.”

“Nobody asked your opinion, scar face.”

“How original,” Laurel mocked. “Next time hit me with something I haven’t heard a hundred times from Belle before.”

“You little-”

“Enough!” Bianca yelled, jumping in to prevent the two women from going back and forth at each other. It had been too long since the last time the two of them had been in a room together, Bianca had almost forgotten how contentious the two of them were. “If you two want to have it out in the courtyard later feel free, but right now we have things to discuss, and after a very long drive I would rather get this over and done with rather than drag it out.” Bianca paused and looked between the two women. “Now are the two of you going to behave yourselves so I can finish?”

When both women nodded their heads in agreement, Bianca smiled, glad that she would be able to get out what needed to be said.

“As some of you know, due to events that transpired in Atlas and Highpoint, we are moving forward with our timeline,” Bianca explained. “Which means that phase 3 of our plan is coming sooner than any of us expected - although I am no longer certain it will be just as my father and sister planned it.” She paused and took a deep breath. “I won’t lie to any of you, if Belle had her way, I don’t think we’d be sitting here talking about this now. Which is why I called you all home, to ready yourselves for what is to come - whatever that may be. The road to justice for what we lost has been long and hard, and now that we are close to the end, it will be harder than ever.

“I won’t be angry if some of you choose to leave,” Bianca said, looking over towards Laurel and Sparrow in particular. If she were in their position with no personal ties to the plans they had been working on for years, Bianca certainly would have considered it at least. Unfortunately, she did not believe herself to have that luxury.  “There is no doubt in my mind that what is ahead is going to be hard and messy. But if we work hard, and if we work together, I am sure we will endure. Are you with me? Are you with my family?”

Slowly, and with some reluctance from certain members of the assembled party, each and everyone nodded their heads and mumbled words of support. Bianca kept a neutral expression as she listened to their words, quietly glad that for once everyone was agreeing, without having to be threatened into complying as Belleza might have done had she been here.

“Good,” Bianca would say once everyone had the chance to speak. “Now that we are all on the same page, I believe some further preparations are in order.”

[euphorial-docx]

more random shit i added to my longfic:

the main black family (walburga, orion, sirius, regulus) spend their summers in northern france just right outside of paris. they were close to place cachée (french equivalent to diagon alley)

they have an ancestral estate in france called “château de blouin” (the surname “blouin” means blue, but can be a nickname for someone with an unusually pale complexion, which i felt was fitting). it’s look and location is heavily inspired by château de monte-cristo

château de blouin has a black family crypt beneath it. all members of the house would/will be entombed there (given they’re not disowned)

cygnus and druella black, as well as their children (andromeda, narcissa, bellatrix), lived in greater manchester in a mansion they inherited from pollux black

in said mansion, there is a hallway of magic portraits of black family members in their house attire. of course, a lot of them were slytherins

the main black family of the story (so orion, walburga, sirius, regulus) have a family signet ring with their crest on it. it is passed down through generations to the male heir

alphard black was a ravenclaw because i said so

the black family has a lot of blood curses (which are just genetic disorders, really) caused by, you guessed it, inbreeding. they have one that’s like an immunodeficiency (notably orion black), varying personality disorders that most often fit into cluster b (so think bellatrix and walburga), and deafness/gradual hearing loss (seen in orion and regulus)

fleamont potter was a gryffindor and euphemia was a slytherin <3 the best rivals to lovers trope (sorry regulus and james)

sirius and regulus both took piano lessons with agnes bulstrode, a distant family member and very, very harsh teacher

pandora is apart of the selwyn family, a family that is apart of the sacred 28. her full legal name was “ethel balthild selwyn” (got “ethel balthild” from the anglo-saxon origin of “selwyn”), but she preferred to go by the name pandora :)

phoebe black and phineas black (disowned son of phineas nigellus black) were seers. seers are said to be generational in canon, so i really took that bit and ran with it

also regulus will have a cat named soleil

(while the fic is somewhat canon compliant, a lot of this isn’t in canon. i gave myself a generous amount of wiggle room, and let myself fill in some blanks with creativity lmao)

[padfootastic]

thinking about sirius with his potter crest tattoo. rubbing it absently all the time bc it grounds him. harry asking him ‘what’s that?’ one day and sirius just,,,mentally breaking down because how does he not know??? it’s his family?? has no one told him about his family history??

cue a conversation where sirius tells harry about his family, about james’ childhood, euphemia and fleamont, sleakaeazys, just. harry being told things instead of people assuming he knows them.

(bonus points for sirius finding out harry probably didn’t even know his parents names until hagrid told him)

[abnormality-husbandry]

“…it’s okay she probably just died…mom dosent die long! She’s like us!”

“…Amelia..the crest dosent register those as-“

“SHUT UP.”

[ Florence flinched hiding back behind Euphemia]

“….w..why else would she had told us all to leave…”

[ sleepover time..hoora- why are there swords…and a low sound of sobbing as Mia nervously stood in the doorway. Florence clutching the woman’s dress. Amelia and Philomena nowhere to be seen ]

(Ardor immediately rushes to the door, his extremely confused expression swiftly being replaced by a look of absolute panicked horror as he immediately got the two inside.)

What’s happening?! W-Where’s Philo and Ame?!

[siriuslyloonylove]

Sirius Black Wears Rings

His collection of gold and silver rings start with The Noble House of Black’s family signet, a chunky silver ring with the family crest. As much as he dislikes his family, he wears the ring because it’s the only constant thing about his horrible family. He wears it every day up until the day he runs away to the Potter’s, where he puts it in a box in his room - under the floorboards along with the only thing he brought with him, a picture of him and his baby brother Regulus. He only brings the picture and ring out on especially hard days.

The day he started collecting rings was when Euphemia Potter noticed he had taken off his family ring, and knowing that it meant a lot to him she had Fleamont make Sirius a chunky gold Potter family crest signet. He cries for days when Euphemia gives it to him, bursting into tears every time the gold catches the light. Sirius wears it with pride on his right ring finger and shows everyone who will look that this is his new family.

Most of his ring collection are rings from Muggle thrift stores, some of them he bought, some were given to him after summer break from Marlene and Lily.

On his right pinkie he wears a dainty circle ring that’s silver, two pinkies held in a pinkie promise engraved into the plate - his third favorite ring given to him by Lily Evans when they make a hand shake which ends with a pinkie promise. This makes James jealous.

After, he goes to go excitedly show Moony and accidentally burns the tip of his nose when he shoves the ring in his face, from then on he charms ALL of his silver rings to not burn Remus. If you look close enough there’s still a mark on his nose of two pinkies, but only Sirius can see it, who repeatedly apologizes every time he sees it.

A chunky silver band ring takes up his left thumb, “Best Dad Ever” engraved on it in black letters, Marlene McKinnon gave it to him with the goofiest grin and said “Here you go, Daddy” after she had caught Remus muttering it to him one late night in the common room. Remus blushes every time he sees the ring.

One summer evening, Lily was roaming through a random Muggle shop when she found a ring that’s a huge, huge silver paw print and she knew she had to buy it for Sirius, that now sits on his left middle finger. This is how she told the boys that she figured out that they are animagi, after she had already figured out Remus’ secret, promising to keep it. She promised with a pinkie promise, after she had charmed the ring for Remus, and the boys knew then and there that she was a keeper. Not that they didn’t know that before.

During winter break of sixth year is when he bought two rings while at a Muggle thrift store with James, who didn’t understand why they were there but was excited nonetheless. There he finds a small silver butterfly that reminds him of the feeling of butterflies in his stomach when he sees Remus, even after a year of dating. It takes up his left pinkie finger. He finds a matching gold bee dainty ring that reminds him of the time that a swarm of buzzing bees attacked James and Peter one spring evening and left them covered in stings from head to toe, he giggles when he sees James roll his eyes, and Peter goes pale when he sees it when they get back. This one takes up his right thumb.

On his right middle finger he wears a ring James bought him for Christmas, a chunky pair of gold antlers to match his paw print ring. Sirius likes to flip people off with both fingers to show off the rings, even Professor McGonagall finds it funny. Snivellus does not.

A silver ring of his wand takes up his right pointer finger, given to him by a blushing Peter after James on Christmas. Sirius wears it, even after Azkaban, to remind him that Peter was once good and that he just made the wrong choice.

When James and Lily ask Sirius to be Harry’s godfather, they ask by giving him a picture of the sonogram and a chunky gold ring that’s an H and has red stones for his left pointer finger. It reminds him of when Euphemia and Fleamont gave him the family crest, which makes him cry every time the stones glitter in the light.

But his all time favorite ring takes up his left ring finger, his engagement ring that Remus proposed to him with, which has a crescent moon and a star shaped diamond woven together with charmed silver with small diamonds adorning it. A matching dainty band on top of it with small diamonds is added when they get married after they survive the second Wizarding War.

here's a cute headcanon i have/wrote, which is most definitely inspired by harry styles' rings... and well my own, but still i love it. also i like mixing gold and silver rings, i know some people might find it tacky but i think it brings out the colors of your skin since gold brings out warm tones and silver brings out cool tones :)

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Stella Rose Potter-Black

What if... when James and Lily Potter died they both end up leaving their two daughters, Stella Rose (fem!harry potter) and Iris Lily Potter (girl-who-lived) Orphan with their death. Albus Dumbledore left the Potter twins to their only living relatives they have left to their Aunt Petunia their sister.

The youngest Potter daughter Iris Lily Potter survive the killing curse that took the lives of their parents, and was declared by Dumbledore as the Girl-Who-lived. Before she and her older twin sister are both left in the door step of private drive number 4 in the cold November night of 1981 with just a letter.

In the next few years both Stella and Iris are both treated like unpay maid instead of their neice but Stella has it easier since she look nothing like their mother and even the shade of her eyes are off from the Lime green Lily Potter had in life while Iris look alot like their mother with just their father's eyes. That Stella Potter has more leeway than Iris for looking like their mother.

That Stella Potter could afford to wander off around surrey unlike Iris that Stella manged to meet a strange man by the name Zelretch on their 7th birthday on the year 1987. He gaved her a Servant Cards, which he told her are a card created for the Ainsworth Holy Grail War, a system to summoning Heroic Spirits similar to Servants. Differing from allowing a Heroic Spirit to manifest, the cards encapsulate the Heroic Spirits.

Servant Cards taking the form of cards bearing one of the seven class designations of Saber,Archer,Lancer, Rider, Caster, Assasin, and Berserker. They are around the size of a tarot card. The cards have a portion of the Heroic Spirits' power sealed inside them, and it can be said that they are the Heroic Spirits themselves similair to Servant System were seven heroic servants are summon to fight for their master.

Zelretch also gaved her a book on a guilde to mage craft and how to secure her Magic circuits, how to make her own Magic Crest since her family dosen't have one and how to use it properly. Every year on Stella Potter's birth Zelretch coincidentally end up bumping into her give her advance level magi books to learn from and even a book how to create your own tonics and facial cream that stella end up making her own hygiene products that she dosen't buy anything not that she has money to begin with since the Dursley dosen't give her any and if she want food to eat and stay healthy she steal some money from Dudley not that he notice that she's stealing from him at all not even Iris knows about it.

The year after that on her 8th birthday, Stella Potter discover wish magic which are only usable by children under 11 years old so she made a wish to have complete knowledge and mastery of japanese,Chinese, Italian, manners & etiquette. Along with being a powerful magi, smart & that she would be beautiful that any model would evny. And absolute knowledge and mastery of known and long forgotten healing spells, potions and ritual that ever existed.

3 years later...

The Potter twins recived their Hogwart letter no matter what the Dursley try to stop them reading their acceptance letter to Hogwarts, Rubeus Hagrid took them both to Diagon Alley for the first time to buy their school suplies. Hagrid gaved them both key to their trust vault that their parents set up fro them in gringotts bank to get money they need to buy their school suplies and Hagrid and Iris unknowingly end up leave Stella in Gringotts were she had taken an inheritance test.

Inheritance Test result....

Name:

Stella Rose Potter-Black

Siblings:

Iris Lily Potter

Parents:

Lily Juniper Potter née Evans (deceased)

James Charles Potter (deceased)

Godparents:

Sirius Orion Black (blood adoption)

Marlene McKinnon (deceased)

Aunt & Uncle:

Vernon John Dursley (maternal Uncle through marriage; Muggle)

Petunia Ann Dursley née Evans (maternal Aunt; Muggle)

Grandparents:

Fleamont Potter (parental grandmother) (deceased)

Euphemia Hesper Potter née Burke (parental grandmother)(deceased)

Michael Evans (maternal grandfather;Muggle) (deceased)

Rose Marie Evans née Smith (maternal grandmother; Muggle)(deceased)

Great Uncle & Aunt:

Charles Potter (parental great uncle ) (deceased)

Dorea Potter née Black (parental great aunt) (deceased)

Great-Grandparents:

Herbert Burke (parental great-grandfather) (deceased)

Belvina Burke née Black (parental great-grandmother) (deceased)

Henry Alexsander Potter (parental great-grandfather) (deceased)

Ladyship and Heirship

Potter

Black

Peverell

Abilities:

Magic Core (50% Block by Albus Dumbledore)

Wandless magic (100% Block by Albus Dumbledore)

Wandless magic (100% blocked by Dumbledore)

Nonverbal magic (100% blocked by Dumbledore)

Natural Transfiguration (55% blocked by Dumbledore)

Magic circuits

Duel Orgin -

Circuit Quality: A++

Circuit Quantity: A++

Number of Circuits: 69

Attribute - Creation

Elements - Wind & Water

Natural Occlumens and Legilimens (100% blocked by Dumbledore)

Spell creation (64% blocked by Dumbledore)

Natural Dueling (80% blocked by Dumbledore)

Natural Healer (100% Block by Albus Dumbledore)

Magical Investment:

Dailey Prophet - 64%

Flourish & Blotts - 20%

The three broomsticks - 38%

St. Mungo's Hospital - 10%

Twilfitt and Tatting's - 85%

Muggle Investment:

Micorsoft corporation- 50%

Apple Computer - 50%

Jaguar - 20%

Lamborghini - 20%

Property:

Prongs hideout - Honolulu hawaii

Lily Heaven - Monuriki island

Potter Villa - Kyoto Japan

Potter Mansion - Brooklyn New York

Potter Castle - Corinth Greece

Number Twelve, Grimmauld Place - Muggle London

Stella Potter was furious with all the magical block on her abilities that she had to pay the Goblins a hansome fee to have all the magical block on her person removed and she took out the Potter Grimoire from the vault to learn from before leaving Gringrotts bank. She went and search for her sister but also buying her school suplies.

The first stores Stella enter was Mark's trunks and bag shop and she commissioned a 4 compartment trunt the size of an apartment and they are

Grand Libarry

Private Garden

Kitchen

Trainging room

And she also brought a 2 bags

(Japanese Style Cherry Blossom Leather Messenger bag)

(Jansport Superbreak backpack Sakura)

both bag has a long time expansion charm inside along with a Feather-light charm so her bag can carry anything no matter how many their are they would fit.

And she got her wand in ollivanders wand, and it's made from the oldest cherry wood and Dragon heartstring wand core.

Before stella finally catch up to her younger twin sister in madam malkin for their school robes and she seem to have a disagreement with the blonde boy their age. And she notice that hagrid wasn't their with her.

1 month later...

Stella and Iris Potter are now in Hogwarts and both are sorted in Griffindore the same house their parents once did. But the twins had different friends they befriend. Iris potter the girl who lived became friends with the youngest Weasley, Ron and know it all muggleborn witch hermione Granger. While Stella Potter became friends with the weasley twins, and Lavender Brown.

Stella Potter has a peacefull year at Hogwarts except for professor Severus Snape tormenting both of them for something their father most likely did when they were in Hogwarts but that dosen't give him the right to torment us for having a grudge against them for being their father's daughters.

While Iris time at Hogwarts is the opposite of Stella, where she has to save the philosopher's stone from Professor Quirrell possess by the wraith of Voldemort who wanted the philosopher's stone to get his body back and gain immortality.

Before Stella and Iris enter the Hogwarts express to return home Hagrid gaved them a gift photo Album

Filled with pictures of their parents when they were young till the day they died. But the album that hagrid gaved me also hold the pictures of our grandparents and great grandparents and mostly our grandmother Euphemia Hesper Potter née Burke, Which the twins thanks Hagrid for the one of the kind gift to remember their dead parents before entering the Hogwarts express and leaving.

During the whole summer all the twins could think about was the end of the summer so that they could Leave the Dursley and return to Hogwarts, but unlike Iris who didn't get a single letter from her friends. Stella talk to her friends with an enchanted notebook that never runout of pages and whatever your wright on it's page appear on the notebook connected to it which belong to the weasley twins and Lavender Brown.

But she never recived any gifts that her friends said they sent her way which are odd until a house elf show up in both their room to warn them of an impending danger at Hogwarts, and to make sure they didn't go back. Stella told house elf who she learn his name was Dobby promise she wouldn't return to Hogwarts if he found her a school she could attend. Which Dobby did so she pack her things after beging accepted to Mahoutokoro School of Magic. Which she told her friends which they both understand and if they have a choice they would transfer too. When they heard a house elf warn the potter twins of some impending danger at Hogwarts that year.

While Iris refuse to believe what Dobby was telling her and return to Hogwarts that year. So Stella said her goodbye to her sister but before leaving Stella gaved her a enchanted notebook to Iris to talk to each other evenbif they are ocean apart of each other.

Stella took a portkey for japan that was given to her by acceptance letter, she has alot of catching up to all the 2nd year to her new school since Mahoutokoro accept student at the age of 7 years old and they given her a robes that grew as she grew and changed colour as the wearer gained experience, with pink as the beginning colour If the wearer received top grades in all the school subjects, their robes would turn gold.

Any student who betrayed the Japanese wizard's code or practised Dark Arts would result in their uniform turning white, which was a huge disgrace, and the student in question would be immediately expelled.

It only took stella a year and half to actually catch up to rest of her year mate without any break just to catch up so she should graduate at the same time as the rest of her classmate.

2 years later...

While 14 years old Stella Potter-Black was walking around the muggle side of Japan she found a dying heroic servant who lost his master through the holy Grail War and the servant itself was Gilgamesh the King of Heroes. And she accidentally brought the King of Heroes back to life with the help of one of her Servant Cards more pacifically as a Ruler class, which a non-standard Servant Class brought forth for the purpose of presiding over Holy Grail Wars. She got them out of their before the taint fire could even touch them both.

The Grail utilizes its own logic to sense when actions are encroaching upon its authority, and regardless of other mediators like those from the Church, it brings forth Ruler to protect the concept of the Holy Grail War itself. In the case of the reserve system of the Greater Grail being activated in the Great Holy Grail War, Ruler takes neither side of the battle, but only acts in the interest of the Grail. The Ruler-class Servants are given Command Spells for the other Servants.

Ruler is also summoned to preserve the laws of Heroic Spirits to ensure they won't be violated, such as the law of "the dead not leading the living", touted as the greatest law of Heroic Spirits, and to maintain human history by preserving the illusion behind the Age of Gods so that people do not know about the truth behind it. The role of a Ruler is to arbitrate the truth and adjudicate all things in order to maintain human history.

The criteria to be summoned for the Ruler Class is impartiality and possessing no desire for the Holy Grail.

With Stella Potter accidentally bring the King Heroes back to life. She has inadvertently gain the interest of King Gilgamesh of Urk the greatest king in history.

He has decided to fallow around Stella which her professor in Mahoutokoro allowed. Along the way Stella slowly and surely inadvertently made Gilgamesh fall in love with her and made him a better man. She also unknowingly and inadvertently falling in love with the King og Heroes as well.

King Gilgamesh treated Stella Potter-Black like a true Queen which every Wizards and witches slowly realized that Stella would one day be the Queen of Gilgamesh even if his kingdom no longer exist in this era.

While in England Iris Lily Potter inadvertently endup one of the Champion of the Tri-wizard tournament and not wanting to worry her sister, she never told Stella about it she even begg the Weasley twins and Lavender Brown not to tell Stella since Iris didn't want to worry her twin which they reluctantly agree to say anything to Stella about being Selected in the tri-wizard tournament.

(Iris Lily Potter)

While the Potter twins hasn't seen each other in oerson since they were 12 years old that dosen't mean that they lost contact with one another they always talk to one another through the enchanted notebook that she created in their first year. The same wsy she stay in contact with her three friends who were glad she's not attending Hogwarts anymore since danger seem lurk around every corner of Hogwarts they don't want her to experience they did.

Iris became quite close to the weasley twins and Lavender brown since her older twin sister transfer out of Hogwarts when dobby warn them both of basilisk not that we known it at that time because if she did, Stella would have me transfer out of Hogwarts as well.

It didn't help anything when both Ronband Hermione turn their back on her when her name came out of the Goblet, but they evenutally made up after the first task of the tri-wizard tournament.

During the end of the triwizard tournament the darklord has return by doing a dark ritual using her blood to come back.

The next year....

Stella Potter-Black is 15 years old when she offically admited to herself that she is in love with Gilgamesh and she has agree to date him.

Sirius Orion Black wish to meet his goddaughter Stella Rose Potter-Black in person but he still a convict even if he never committed any crime any he didn't want to leave his late bestfriend's youngest daughter Iris Potter alone. So he also stay for Iris her life is always in constant danger. But atless he got to talk to Stella from the enchanted notebook she made so they could talk even if they never meet face to face but it was enought for Sirius to know that his godaughter Stella is happy. That's all it matter to him along with the safty of James's youngest daughter Iris.

But that year was also the year Sirius Black died protecting Iris from being killed by Bellatrix black, he died saving the youngest daughter of his best friend James Potter his only regret was he never had the chance to meet his goddaughter in person since the attack in Godric Hallow in that Hallow eve. But atless he died protecting Iris Potter and that he could Face James and Lily in the after life without shame. Of not being their for their daughters when they needed him because he was their even for Stella even though not in person but he was still their for his goddaughter and adopted daughter.

When Stella heard her godfather's death she devested she didn't get the chance to meet him but at the same she's glad her twin was safe. She convince Iris that it wasn't her fault that Sirius died. So she shouldn't blame herself for his death. The weasley twins and Lavender said the same thing as Stella. Which Iris was glad they don't blame her even Neville & Luna agree with Stella.

2 years later..

Stella Potter-Black finally obtain her gold robes so this would be her last year at Mahoutokoro school of Magic, but she is also worried for Iris since England are currently at war with the dark lord Voldemort who is after her sister. And she can't do anything since Japan close their boarders to prevent the war in England by drag japan to their war. So stella is worried sick wheater Iris and her three are safe or not since their would be no doubt that they would be drag in the war let's just hope their all safe.

Iris and her friends Ron and Hermione are traveling England searching and destroying all the dark lord's horcrux so when the final battle began he would be mortal once more. The final battle took place at Hogwarts and Fred nearly lost his life if it wasn't for Lavender saving him in the last minute which The twins were both gratefull that their friends with her because if it wasn't gor Lavender Fred would most likely dead.

After Japan open up their boarders she quickly went to see her sistercand friends if they were safe with Gilgamesh on her tail. She arrived at Hogwarts to quickly see her sister Iris she hug her sister, which she was relived that she was safe along with her three friends. But many witches and wizard died in the war.

Ron weasley propose to Iris Potter after Gilgamesh did after the war. Ron and Iris has small wedding 5 months after the war. Surrounded by her friends and family. While Hermione was devested that she can't return her parents memories of her when she removed all memories they have of her to keep them safe from the war. It didn't help anything the wizard she's in love with her bestfriend Ron Weasley married her other bestfriend. But she pretend to be happy for them. Hide her the pain she felt seeing them together.

A year later...

Stella and Gilgamesh got married as well and had a huge wedding fiting the Lady of the most anicent and Noble house of Potter and Black. She was 18 years old by then.

Something Iris should also had done since she is the Lady of the most anicent and Noble house of Griffindore and Peverell so she should have had a huge wedding befiting a lady of her statute.

7 years later...

Stella and Iris are nown 25 years old. And Iris is recently going through a divorce with her husband Ron weasley after catching him having an affair with her now ex-bestfriend Hermione granger. After the divorce are finalized Iris plan to Leave England with her 6 years old daughter Lilian Iris Potter changing last name.

With Iris finally joing Stella to Japan the Weasley twin decided to join their friends to Japan. Fred Weasley married Lavender brownand they both a 6 years old daughter name Bianca Lavender Weasley.

While Geroge Weasley married Angelina Johnson and have a 6 years old son name fredrick Weasley.

Stella and her husband Gilgamesh has a 7years old son name James Rigel and daughter name Maia Rosalinda Potter Black.

After Iris Lily Potter arrive to Japan she decided to have an inheritance test that she should done when she turn 11 years old or atless when she turn 17 years old.

Inheritance Test Result

Name:

Iris Lily Potter

Siblings:

Stella Rose Potter-Black

Parents:

Lily Juniper Potter née Evans (deceased)

James Charles Potter (deceased)

Godparents:

Remus John Lupin (deceased)

Alice Longbottom (deceased)

Aunt & Uncle:

Vernon John Dursley (maternal Uncle through marriage; Muggle) Petunia Ann Dursley née Evans (maternal Aunt; Muggle)

Grandparents:

Fleamont Potter (parental grandmother) (deceased)

Euphemia Hesper Potter née Burke (parental grandmother)(deceased)

Michael Evans (maternal grandfather;Muggle) (deceased)

Rose Marie Evans née Smith (maternal grandmother; Muggle)(deceased)

Great Aunt & Uncle:

Charles Potter (parental great uncle ) (deceased)

Dorea Potter née Black (parental great aunt) (deceased)

Great-Grandparents:

Herbert Burke (parental great-grandfather) (deceased)

Belvina Burke née Black (parental great-grandmother) (deceased)

Henry Alexsander Potter (parental great-grandfather) (deceased)

Ladyship and Heirship:

Peverell

Griffindore

Abilities:

Magic Core (50% Block by Albus Dumbledore)

Wandless magic (100% Block by Albus Dumbledore)

Wandless magic (100% blocked by Dumbledore)

Nonverbal magic (100% blocked by Dumbledore)

Natural Transfiguration (55% blocked by Dumbledore)

Magical Investment:

Dailey Prophet - 64%

Flourish & Blotts - 20%

The three broomsticks - 38%

St. Mungo's Hospital - 10%

Twilfitt and Tatting's - 85% Property:

Peverell Manor - Beijing china

Peverell Villa - Tokyo Japan

Peverell Castle - Corinth Greece

Griffindore nest - Brooklyn New York

Griffindore Manor - Manchester England

Griffindore Villa - Berlin Germany

Grindore Castle - Paris France

Iris Potter had a magic purge to remove all the blocks on her magic she felt betrayed by the late headmaster of Hogwarts. Putting many magic block on her abilities and she trusted him to.

It wasn't long after Ron and Iris divorce are finalized that Hermione married Ron after finding out she pregnant and giving birth out of wedlock in their community look down upon even more than a homewrecker. Her daughter Rose Weasley is born in May 19 2006, which isn't even a year when Ron and Iris divorce.

With Hermione Weasley née Granger affairs with Ron Weasley when he was married to The Woman - Who - Conquered Iris Potter is well known it's why no matter how hard she tried she can't seem to get a job in the Minstry of Magic, for many pureblood and halfblood detest, homewreckers like Hermione Granger.

It took 6 years for Ron Weasley to realized what he lost when he got divorce with Iris and it's also been 6 years since he last saw his eldest daughter Lilian Iris Weasley who should be 12 years old by now but I don't think Iris would allow their daughter to attend Hogwarts since she didn't show up last year along his twin brothers children.