[Episode 253924] [Episode 253924]Outside Carlisle in England…
"Why, Mother…?"
The shuddering Draco Malfoy then jolted as his mother's hand struck him hard across the cheek, sending the soon-to-become sixth form student at Hogwarts onto one side. Already quaking thanks to the use of the Cruciatus curse on him by the Dark Lord when he learned that someone had broken the memory blocks on Moroboshi Ataru — which directly affected thousands of people worldwide, including dozens of witches in Britain…as well as one annoying young wizard who REFUSED to die! — and thus unleashed a vicious dragnet for all the people from the International Confederation of Wizards that were involved in this. Already, the Wizarding Wireless Network was reporting on mass arrests across all of Great Britain and elsewhere by diligent aurors assisted by the "meta-mages" of the so-called "Cosmic Mage Guild," nominally led by Harry Potter but now under the control of Hermione Granger due to Harry having gone to Japan to look in on his normal friend and the alien girl who had been tricked into becoming his wife.
"Because it is necessary, Draco," Narcissa Malfoy stated. "The muggles have no right to gain such levels of power. Do you wish a new Dark Age of Magic to befall us all?!" The "dark age of magic" was the period before the Statute of Wizarding Secrecy was passed in 1689 and accepted by the Monarchs of the United Kingdoms when they gave Royal Assent to the Separation Act — the basic law of British wizards and witches — three years later in the Magical Royal Proclamation of 1892. For all modern British wizards, the horrid stories of what muggles had done to helpless wizards had been meaty gristle for children's stories, thus contributing to the ever-present underlying fear of non-magicals by magicals that made the Statute of Secrecy possible in the long term. And — in one extreme way — had led to the rise of various Dark Lords over the years across Europe, the latest one being the man born Thomas Marvolo Riddle and now calling himself by the battle-name "Voldemort."
Draco, of course, personally didn't care for the bastard child of a drugged-up normal — who had no idea that he had been force-fed Amorentia to marry his only "wife!" — and an inbred squib whose only claim to fame was that she was the last blood-descendant of Salazar Slytherin, one of the Four Founders of Hogwarts. Of course — before a Japanese man his age named Moroboshi Ataru had begun interacting with his future peers at Hogwarts, ensuring their own magic would be enhanced to degrees that put them at the same level as Merlin himself in many ways! — the scion of the Noble and Most Ancient House of Malfoy of Cumbria had bought into the pureblood mania forced on him by both his parents. A mania that killed over SIX THOUSAND people over a decade before Riddle — Draco refused to call him either as the "Dark Lord" or "Voldemort" — was brought down ultimately by the sacrifice of a brilliant first-generation witch named Lily Potter.
When Draco had SEEN how much people like Ginny Weasley, Luna Lovegood, Pansy Parkinson, Daphne Greengrass, Tracey Davis, Susan Bones, Hannah Abbott, the Patil twins Padma and Parvati, Mandy Brocklehurst and Mòrag MacDougall had changed thanks to Ataru, he realized that he was a witness to — and potentially a participant in — the greatest magical revolution to hit Britain since the founding of Hogwarts in the tenth century. When he learned that Harry Potter himself had been the first wizard to be made a "meta-mage" when Ataru saved the poor boy from his abusive relatives to let him become the Warlock — and then found the transformed Harry to be still a warm and caring person when it came to interacting with the "non-Gifted" (as he and his peers called those like Draco) — the young scion of the Malfoys of Cumbria had decided to give the new Cosmic Mage Guild his full support. Others of his peers — people like Ernie MacMillan, Blaise Zabini and Theodore Nott — had joined in on it soon enough; the only real holdout from Draco's year-mates at Hogwarts was Ginny's brother Ronald due to the horrid influence of their mother Molly, who believed passionately in the idiot Gryffindor-Slytherin feud from her day that, in a way, had contributed to the Blood War.
But now…
"My Lord!"
Draco blinked as a pale-faced Amycus Carrow rushed into the recreation room of the Malfoy mansion where Voldemort was holding court, and then he bowed low to the serpentine arch-mage on his throne. "What is it, Amycus?" the man born Tom Riddle then demanded as he gazed with his blood-red, lizard-slit eyes at the other man.
Amycus stared fearfully at him. "My Lord…Azkaban…the Dementors…!"
"CRUCIO!"
He howled in agony as the crimson bolt of energy slammed into him, forcing him to collapse on the floor as Voldemort continued to punish him for his impertinence. Keep doing THAT, Riddle, and you'll NEVER win against Harry! Draco mused with grim satisfaction on seeing the older man hurt like this. When once he had held people like Amycus with respect as they were his parents' friends, now all he felt about them was disgust in their blindness and arrogance that — if it got them to the point where Voldemort wanted them to go — would see them face a "muggle" world far more deadly than they could ever think of in their worst nightmares. Where are you, 'Mione…?
Finally, the curse was lifted and Amycus gasped in relief. "Speak clearly, Amycus," Voldemort stated. "What exactly have you found out?"
Taking a deep breath, he looked up, his face pale with fear. "M-m-my Lord, the Dementors…they were made to give the Kiss…to all the prisoners…"
Silence.
"WHAT?!" Bellatrix Lestrange cried out.
A shaky nod of the head. "It's true, Bella…" Amycus stated. "Your husband, your brother-in-law, Narcissa's husband, Vince Crabbe, Lance Goyle, Walden Macnair…" He shook his head. "They're dead, My Lord…they're all dead…"
People blinked as they took that in. "Who ordered this?!" a now-VERY pale Voldemort then demanded as he slowly rose from his throne. "WHO ORDERED THIS?!"
Amycus shuddered. "I don't know, My Lord…no one knows…"
A hoarse chuckle then escaped the youngest person in the room. Voldemort's eyes snapped over to see Draco slowly rise to one knee, his whole body shaking with laughter. "What is so funny, Draco?" the serpentine arch-mage demanded.
A shake of the head. "You stupid fool…!" Draco breathed out. "Haven't you paid any attention to what your spies in Hogwarts overheard Harry and his friends talk about when it comes to the Guild?!" he then snarled. "Of the ONE mage from Yiziba who NEVER considered herself a member of the Guild?! How that mage — in this life — became Moroboshi Ataru's own HALF-SISTER?!" Another delighted laugh as he felt his strength finally return; inwardly, he was grateful that before the "temporary amnesia" was unleashed on all those in the know about that world and those Gifted by it that he had listened to Hermione and her friends about the necessary meditation exercises to allow him to better access his magic and even give him the ability to cast wandlessly. "She's not bound by any law the ICW can pass, Riddle! She remained on Yiziba all this time! And I'll bet when she sensed herself cut off from her 'Brother Darling,' she became very upset! And when the Lady Shadow becomes upset, all those born from the Shadow Realm — which the Dementors actually CAME from! — do her bidding!"
Surging back to his feet, the young scion — and now lord — of the Malfoys of Cumbria gazed tranquilly at the monster that had influenced two generations of his family and had nearly corrupted a third. "Uncle Amycus, I thank you for the wonderful news you just presented to me this afternoon," he then said as he nodded politely at the still-shuddering Amycus Carrow. "Since that useless sack of flesh I am forced to call a father is no more, I am now the Malfoy of Malfoy. And because of that…" He turned to glare at his mother. "I, Draco Abraxas, the Marquess Malfoy of Cumbria, so declare in the Name of Magic that you, Narcissa Irma Black, are now cast out of the Clan Malfoy of Cumbria for betrayal of your own child and your oaths of loyalty to Our Sovereign the Queen! So I declare, so Magic has witnessed, so mote it be!"
Stunned that Draco had asserted himself right away as the Lord Malfoy, Narcissa didn't react in time to stop him…thus she screamed out as she felt elements of her magic — the magic she gained in her marriage bond to Lucius, not to mention the magic that formed when she had given birth to Draco — ripped away from her so suddenly, it drove her to her knees. As the other Death Eaters watched in horror — to have the lord of a family declare a member of his family cast out because of betrayal was bad enough; to see that done by the lord unto his own MOTHER was ghastly! — Draco then blinked as his own magic drew in the familial magics of his family unto him as the Malfoy of Malfoy. With that, he was then quick to notice that someone else was on the ground.
A very FAMILIAR someone.
"Mistress Black, do come in, please," he then bade.
A rapping sound echoed from the main entranceway, making all the Death Eaters spin around in shock to see a figure in funeral black walk into the space. Said figure was female and exceptionally beautiful for a woman the same age as the new Lord Malfoy. Possessing sunflower blonde hair and blue eyes, she was dressed in a hooded cape over a frightfully-familiar jumpsuit style with a wild mix of what appeared to be alien runes all over her arms and legs. Over her left breast was a skull insignia with a dagger driven in through the top to stab out below the jaw. And on her very well-formed face were black runes that were now glowing with power. Seeing THAT would make any self-respecting wizard in Britain cringe in fear, but the one thing that the Death Eaters were now sensing emanating from this woman was the overwhelming stench of necrotic energy…which, in the pure magical sense, would be a sign of a true necromancer…
…but in the hands of the woman born Margo Black — and now Gifted with the power of the Harbinger of the Final Darkness, Doctor Death — it made her something far worse in the eyes of the wizards and witches before her.
She — to them — was a living symbol of a new Dark Age of Magic.
A foreshadowing of wizard-kind once more being crushed by the filthy muggles.
"AVADA KEDAVRA!"
A green bolt lashed out to slam into the Doctor's chest from the walnut-with-dragon heartstring core wand of Bellatrix Lestrange. As the insane elder sister of the daughters of Cygnus and Druella Black cackled on seeing the Killing Curse strike home, she turned to bow to Voldemort…before the croaked screams of her friends made her snap around to see Doctor Death still STANDING! As the other wizards and witches that served Voldemort grabbed their wands and moved to protect themselves — while many of them were trying desperately to NOT soil themselves on noting that this MUGGLE GIRL had resisted the KILLING CURSE of all things! — the Doctor reached up and gently brushed away the small sparks of magical energy where the curse had hit her. She then focused her attention on a white-faced Bellatrix…and then raised her right hand to shake her index finger in a "no-no" gesture. That made the people before her scream.
"Oh, my, Margo…" a voice then mocked from the shadows of the upper floor of the recreation room. "It looks like Draco has a bit of a pest problem here."
"Yes, Nora, he does," the human demon that had just walked into the room said in a voice that made Amycus' sister Alecto wail before she fainted. "But don't worry," the Doctor then said as her blue eyes began to glow. "He has friends ready to help out…"
Suddenly, many points on the floor exploded upward as rotting hands reached up to snare the Death Eaters by their legs and robes to drag them down! As howls of fright and screams of mercy escaped the panicking wizards and witches before the deadly power the Doctor had infused into the rather LARGE number of inferi that she had taken control of for the occasion began to flood their bodies with the lethal necrosis that was the greatest power of the Harbinger of the Final Darkness, footfalls then heralded the arrival of Margo's own twin sister, Nora Chappelle…or Accretor, the one who could boost anyone's power. As Voldemort turned, the lovely blonde moved to embrace Draco from behind, leaning her chin on his shoulder as she pushed a little of her own power into his body to accelerate his own healing. "Oooooh, Mistah Snake Mon!" she said in a very terrible Haitian Cajun accent. "You be a BAD boy to mah sistah's mistress!"
"What do you expect from a SAME who calls himself 'Flight from Death,' Nora?" the Doctor then mused as she mentally reached out to halt the growing rot that was killing Voldemort's people. "Tricia, did you find the snake?"
"Found it," a quiet voice then declared as someone dressed in blood red from neck to toe stepped into the room…before she tossed a rather BIG snake skull — with some bits of rotting flesh still attached to it! — onto the floor at Voldemort's feet. "Pity that the little snake got sick and died," Tricia Martin — Tzaraath — then said as she smiled in amusement at the now shuddering Dark Lord. "I hate snakes…"
"Don't blame you, sis," Tricia's younger sister Betsy — Cimasa — mused as she stepped out from the dining hall, drinking a flute of wine that had been left at a feast the Death Eaters had been having just an hour before. "Nice wine, Drake. Hope you don't mind, but I needed a good shot after having my whole life turned upside-down because your old man and his fool friends found out how SMALL they all are!"
"Please, make yourself at home, Miss Martin," Draco bade.
"Draco, please…"
Draco sighed. "Mistress Black, will you EXTERMINATE these vermin?" he snarled.
Before Narcissa could cry out for mercy, the Doctor gestured…as wild screams of agony escaped the trapped Death Eaters before the necrosis ripping through their bodies fully did its work. As final pained breaths escaped the magical terrorists, Voldemort — who had been shocked to see that these four MUGGLES had broken into the Malfoy home and had gladly participated in the mass slaughter of WIZARDS! — roared out before he levelled his wand at the Doctor. "DIE, YOU…!" he bellowed out…before he gaped at the flower in his hand.
"Ooops!" Cimasa stated as she blushed. "I slipped!"
"Pity I won't," the Doctor mused as her eyes glowed. "There he is, my friends! The LIAR to his own kind that orchestrated all your deaths! He's all yours!"
The inferi all turned on Voldemort. "I AM IMMORTAL!" the Dark Lord bellowed out…
…before the mass swarm of resurrected corpses overwhelmed him!
Minutes later…
"Is it done?"
"It's done," the Doctor stated as she and her friends — save for Cimasa, who was using her matter-transmutation powers to clean up all the corpses and remove the remnants of the necrosis that Margo Black had unleashed within the Malfoy home — walked out with Draco to join the small group of British government personnel waiting by the front gate. Amongst them were senior officials of the Ministry of Magic…including, much to Draco's personal delight, a magically-manacled Delores Umbridge, under guard by two scowling Aurors. "As agreed. I trust the payment has been delivered?"
"As agreed, Mistress Black," Amelia Bones stated with a polite bow of her head. While she personally would have preferred her own people to have done the job Doctor Death just performed, the hideous downgrading of the numbers in the Corps of Magical Law Aurors over the last decade had taken a toll and would take YEARS to correct. Atop that, the wishes of Buckingham Palace — and a monarch who was clearly NOT amused at what many of her own magical citizens had helped to unleash a year ago — could not be ignored. "The payment for your services, stipends for your friends and the standing reward for the confirmed death of Tom Riddle. I trust Mistress Martin will at least leave something we can use to indicate who was what?"
"She's good at it," the Doctor said as she slipped off the hood over her head of blonde hair, revealling to Draco how much this once-abused orphaned girl looked so much like either of the Wakefield twins from Sweet Valley in California. "I'll have to discuss dispersing some of the reward money to Riddle's victims. What better way to chase away you magicals' fear of metas by showing how much good we can do."
"As soon as I get a full assessment of my own family finances, I'll match you on that, Margo," Draco said, smiling as Nora squeezed his arm in delight. "Hard to believe that all this ultimately took was for people to ignore Professor Trelawney's stupid prophecy concerning Harry and attack Riddle in a direction he couldn't understand."
"Oh, speaking of which, where the hell is this bitch's boss?" Tricia then snarled as she thumbed the downcast Delores. "He went along with what Harry and his pals were doing here, but didn't raise a finger when Draco's dad and the rest of them began making noise about trying to find some way to 'suppress the metas'…which, since Excalibur is a team sanctioned by the British Crown, could have seen any of them accused of committing treason against the Sovereign and Magic Itself."
"HOW DARE YOU…?!"
Before a sputtering Delores could verbally lash out at this impudent muggle for saying something like that, she then croaked as the woman who had been diagnosed with a fatal version of leukaemia before Ataru had found her moved towards her, raising her hand towards the former senior undersecretary's face. "I wouldn't talk if I were you, SAME!" Tricia — now in full Tzaraath mode — growled, her grey eyes glowing with power. "Or would you like to feel what I used to kill Tommy Boy's last horcrux!"
Delores gargled; while she didn't know that Tzaraath was a living disease incubator, she could sense enough that this girl meant business. "Shut it, same!" Nymphadora Tonks — whose metamorphmagus powers earned her RESPECT from the many Terrans-turned-Yizibajohei for the simple fact that such power made her a true "meta" — snarled as she jabbed her wand into the older woman's side. "She may be capable of unleashing spattergroit on anyone she touches, but she's much better than a TOAD like you!"
"Would you like me to make her a toad, Dora?" a cheerful voice then asked as Betsy walked over to join them, a canvas bag full of wands slung over her shoulder. "I'm not good at organic transformation, so I need the practice."
Delores croaked as the people around her laughed. As Betsy handed the morphed corpses of all the Death Eaters to Kingsley Shacklebolt, Margo then smiled as she walked over to the dapper-dressed man in the well-cut Savile Row suit nearby. "I trust that you received the present that I sent to your group, Mister Joker?"
"Indeed we did, Madame Black," the head of the Special Operations Division of the British Library, Joseph "Joker" Carpenter — who wondered over the last few years if he should change his code-name so that he wouldn't be mistaken for a certain hyper-sane homicidal maniac currently operating in an infamous city in southern New Jersey across the pond — said as he politely bowed to her. "The Paper sends her thanks, of course; she always found magical tomes interesting…and now that she can remember what she had learned beforehand thanks to what these traitors to the Realm unleashed, she can catch up on some of her in-depth analyses for the Department of Mysteries."
"WHAT?!" Delores cried out. "That girl's a MUGGLE! She has no…!"
"STUPEFY!"
The imprisoned former senior secretary collapsed to the ground thanks to Tonks. "Get that piece of staleblood filth off my property, Madame Bones," Draco then stated.
"Of course, Lord Malfoy," Amelia replied…
Sometime later, in the Islington part of London…
"Knock-knock!"
"Who's there?!"
"Travelling!"
"Travelling who?!"
"Travelling wanderers from America! Who else, Granger?!"
The door to Number 12 Grimmauld Place then opened to reveal a grinning Hermione Granger. "Hey, everyone!" she said as she beckoned Margo Black, Nora Chappelle and the Martin sisters — all in civilian dress in lieu of their fighting uniforms — inside the magically-shielded home…which actually could NOW be sensed by normals even if the neighbours were convinced through various well-structured notice-me-not charms to not pay attention to what happened here. "So it's all over with?"
"All done," Margo stated as they slipped off their jackets just as a bouncing Dobby popped in to take them and hang them up. "Amazing that once people started thinking outside the box when it came to this stupid 'prophecy' that Trelawney came up with before Harry was born, it was simplicity itself to deal with Riddle."
"And Harry didn't have to do a thing in the end," an airy voice then declared from the stairs leading to the upper floor, making the travellers from America look up as Luna Lovegood — who, as a Yizibajohei, would be known as "Prophecy" though the young witch elected to use the Japanese word Yogen in honour of the man who had helped her gain mastery of her powers…and so much more — came down to join them. "Save for his attracting Ataru's attention one day after he visited Hermione, thus earning his concern to get him away from Dudley's foolish parents to give him his Gift."
"Thank the Chaos for that!" Daphne Greengrass mused as she walked in from the living room of the former city home of the Noble and Most Ancient House of Black of Grimmauld — which had been willed to Harry Potter on the death of his godfather Sirius Black after the latter's tragic death at Bellatrix Lestrange's hand in the Department of Mysteries — where she had been moving to rebuild everything that had been trashed and lost when the "temporary amnesia" hit everyone. "And thank the Chaos for the fact that Riddle's supporters and sycophants were too STUPID to try to interpret REAL magic in lieu of their pitiful powers! Is Draco alright, Margo?"
"Yes, he is! I think your sister has a clear road to him," Margo said as she shared a knowing look with the blonde, blue-eyed Slytherin intellectual who — as the Majo; like Luna, Daphne had used a Japanese variation of the term "enchantress" in honour of the man who had helped her become a "meta-mage" — was the third-in-command of the Cosmic Mage Guild below Harry and Hermione. "At least she'll be luckier than me."
The three young witches nodded. "Kreacher!" Hermione called out.
A pop! heralded the presence of the elderly elf that had cared for Number 12 for years. "Yes, Mistress Mione?" Kreacher states before his eyes went wide on seeing the Death-Bringer herself standing in the foyer of his late mistress' home.
"Kreacher, Miss Black and her friends need lodgings for the next few days," Hermione said as she exchanged a knowing look with Margo; house elves — not to mention other magical beings — always balked at the presence of someone like Doctor Death. "You know their arrangements, especially for Miss Black. Please see to it."
A rapid nod. "Y-y-yes, Mistress!"
And with a pop!, he was gone…
A short while later…
"Finally…"
Now as naked as the day she had been born, Margo sat in the lounge chair in her guest room on the top floor of the former Black townhouse, gazing out the window at the London cityscape beyond. A cup of blood red wine in hand, the perfect physical look-alike of either of the Wakefield twins — Margo tended to style her hair like Elizabeth even if she was more like Jessica in personality; Nora was the total opposite — could only purr as she allowed her fingers to play with her perfect body.
A perfect body that — thanks to her powers — was LETHAL to the touch of anyone else.
Especially any man she could desire to sleep with.
And for a very beautiful girl that — despite her being the current incarnation of the Harbinger of the Final Darkness — was a normal American teenage girl with normal teenage girl needs, that sucked the big one. TOTALLY!
I wonder if I can find a way to persuade Kasuga to do to me like she did with Nora, Tricia and Betsy, Margo mused to herself as she sipped her wine…before a scowl crossed her face. Damn it! Forgot! Fuckin' airhead already DID that; she changed me when she changed Nora…and this was BEFORE I met Ataru! Damn you, Kasuga!
Even if the oath she had just muttered in her mind was ripe, it was metered with a touch of respect — even a hint of real friendship — with the current incarnation of the Goddess Who Walked Amongst Men. Narcoleptic space-case airhead that Kasuga Ayumu was, she had a heart as wide as Betelgeuse and had done things no Infinity before her had EVER done. Given that Nora, Tricia and Betsy were the first of the current incarnation of the Young Guns to be reborn, that Ayumu had overcome her past-selves' reticence to make use of the Doll House to give them bodies that could contain their potentially-lethal powers had done all three girls a world of good. And Margo had ultimately benefitted from it after she had got her Gift right after Ataru had found her in the wake of her killing her abusive foster parents.
Damn you all…!
Margo squeezed her eyes closed as jealousy began to rip through her heart as images of other girls that had got their Gifts thanks to Ataru passed through her mind. Jessica Wakefield, who — on meeting the current Rampage for the first time — had totally shocked Margo by being everything she was…and yet everything she wasn't at the same time. Pansy Parkinson, an English pureblood magical couple's only child who had been saved from a faulty enchanted broom by a ki grappling chain before breaking her neck…and who swore a magical Life Debt to the wandering "muggle" who saved her life. Suzumiya Haruhi, the girl who had always hated normal things…and then got the chance to literally recreate REALITY itself! Saotome Kanami, the break-away soul fragment of Saotome Ranma's mind that had become her own person and had been Gifted…without having her own BODY, for God's sake! Kasuga Ayumu, the space-case airhead who could ultimately twist anything that she confronted with but a thought!
And worst of all, there was Tara Markova, the chain-smoking mercenary geo-kinetic who had actually BEDDED Moroboshi Ataru a few times!
Damn you! Just because I kill people with my own touch doesn't mean I DON'T have my own desires! Margo raged at those images and the images of others who stood a better chance with a man she so desperately wanted for her own. But if I did do it…!
She shuddered. Even if some could call her anti-social and a touch psychotic now, Margo Black had her own standards and morals. And those morals forbade her from even THINKING of bringing harm on the man who had salvaged her from the total disaster her life had been and made her something much more. After all, there was no sense blaming Ataru for her becoming Doctor Death; what did the guy — who was all of TEN when he had met Margo! — really understand concerning what he was ultimately doing? And blaming the Great Crystal of Power for bequeathing her THAT Gift was useless; the thing — while possessing some type of inner sentience — wasn't truly self-thinking and didn't really influence the choice of Gifts for potential new incarnations. And…
Gift…?
Margo blinked, and then she sighed. "You have to get a Gift, Ataru-kun…" she whispered in Japanese as her eyes teared. "You have to get a Gift, ESPECIALLY now…we can't be together if that doesn't happen…"
She drank the rest of her wine…
"Oh, dear…"
«Margo-chan's really sad, isn't she?»
"Yes, Ayumu, she is," Luna stated as she "gazed" with her enhanced mage-sight on the lovely form of Margo Black in her own bedroom. "But I can't blame her. You literally gave her the ability to fully control her powers even BEFORE she got her Gift…"
«And she still didn't listen to a darn thing Negako-chan told her!» Infinity complained from her place on the pilotage of Tempest's scout ship in low orbit over the Moroboshi home in Tomobiki. «Much that I kinda thought my past-selves were real jerks for not raising a finger to help folks like the Young Guns control themselves, there's only so much you can do for someone before you really hurt them in the long term.»
"Yes, that is true. Still, in a way, I can understand Margo's fears. Her power IS literally lethal to anyone that excites her. While I would love to have a wonderful romp or three with Ataru — and Harry and maybe Ranma as well!" Luna then giggled. "Perhaps all three at once!" As the transformed Ayumu's laugh echoed in her mind, the all-seeing precognitive then said, "My upbringing — despite what happened to Mummy — was worlds better than what Margo or Tara went through."
«Yeah, that's true. Can't blame them for wanting to stay with their 'shining knight!'»
"Even if he always wore black."
«Yeah! Look how Ginny-chan feels for Harry-kun!»
"True." Luna then hummed. "Ayumu?"
«What is it, Luna?»
"Do YOU think it's time for Ataru to get his Gift?"
A sigh. «What happens will happen, Luna. I can't force it.»
"True. Truthfully, neither can I. So we must depend on Margo."
«Yep! Ought to be fun!»
"Oh, of course!"
Both girls laughed as we…
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