Who let in the stray?

Date | 30th of March 2022
Time | Afternoon
Weather | Sun is shining and it’s getting warmer
Place | Ace’s house
Attire | Blue jeans, an overcoat in a light colour grey with a scarf, a black t-shirt and black boots

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She had texted Ace that she would be coming by, because there were a couple of things that she needed to talk with him about. Not that he had answered, which made her think that he was probably doing surgery, or something else had prevented him from looking at his phone throughout the day. Not that it stopped her from showing up. She had promised him that she would try not to shut him out like she usually did. And after her talk with Ayah, she knew that Ace deserved to know that she had the intentions to talk with Jamie, just so she didn’t need to keep lying to Mariella why she would come on over or get Ayah to lie for her. Even if most of the times where there had been something, she had made other plans after so it would only be a half lie.
Hope opened the door and stepped inside, pressing her brows together as something smelled burned. Was he already home? Then her eyes glided towards the shoe rack. It didn’t seem like his shoes was there, but he could have put them away, not that it made her any less suspicious. Taking off her coat slowly hanging it up, the same with her scarf. As she stepped closer, she could hear music coming from upstairs. “Ace?” she called walking towards the stairs, but there wasn’t anyone that called back, not before her attention was pulled towards the bedroom where she could some noises. Feeling her heart pounding against her chest she pushed the door open and looked at the darkhaired woman she had seen once before. When she had used her powers on Ace. “What are you doing?” Hope asked lifting a brow, even if she was a guest of Ace, she had a hard time thinking that he would like her running around looking through his stuff like that. But if there was a chance that she might actually had been invited in by Ace and he had then popped out for unknown reasons, she didn’t want to offend her. At least not right off the bat, even if it felt tempting.

Michelle's outfit

Now, Michelle had her ways of popping up out of nowhere and seeking attention from the people she loved, she did that from time to time, but she hadn’t visited this man since the accident. She had seen him here and there, but it had truly taken some time before she had thought she was able to visit him. Even though there was no bond, there was still something that tugged in her heart when she unlocked his door with magic, locking it after her. The place smelled like him. A wild, chaotic smile spread on her lips, and with a little happy shrug she entered the home, as if it was her own, starting to inspect the kitchen until she found different notes that Ace had written. Juicy. She had sat by the dining table with her lighter and burned note after note, with her legs over the armrest, ashes falling from the note down onto the ashtray on her stomach. When she had burned  three quarters of the notes, she set the rest on fire in the ashtray and let them burn on the table by themselves. Letting them spread their lovely scent in the room. She walked into the cooling room, noticing how there was a system. A wild smile spread on her lips, and she grabbed two bags for herself for whatever ritual she wanted to make. She needed more of those shadow creatures after all. With a snap of her fingers, the rest of the blood bags turned to soil with pretty, pretty flowers sprouting, making each bag pop, soil explode out in the room and roots getting intertwined with each other, ruining the shelves. She closed the door into the room and let the room handle itself. In a couple of hours, the door might pop because of the flowers that would overgrow and press the door open. Shen then went upstairs and turned on some music, turning the volume up to make the neighbors complain, taking her time and dancing around with her high heels. Heels that wouldn’t be allowed on the top floor, because they left visible dark marks on the floor, and because they would make small indents in the very straight floor. Yes, she was going to give him a hard time, but it was simply payback in her mind. A grudge that had waited for so many years.
Eventually, she found her way downstairs and into his bedroom. Nicely tugged sheets. Like anyone would do, she pulled the duvet off and wrapped around her body, taking fifteen minutes rest, before she got up, letting the duvet stay unruly on the bed and she approached his closet, looking at his clothing, and eventually throwing things out onto the bed. Clothing that she believed didn’t suit him. She was just doing him a favor, so he could reconsider how he wanted things in his home. He needed to make his home nice, right? She heard someone call his name but didn’t think much of it. The noise she made was probably muted by the music from upstairs. Eventually the girl found her, but Michelle didn’t take her eyes of the jacket she was holding out and looking at. “I’m just making sure his closet is up to date,” she said with a melody in her voice. “He didn’t tell you that I was coming by?” she mused throwing the jacket over her shoulder.

“Uh huh” Hope mumbled raising a brow clearly not believing her for a moment. He didn’t tell you that I was coming by “No, he did not” she answered, not adding the part that were her thinking that Ace might not even know that she was coming by, which made it hard to inform anyone. There were so many easy insults just on the tip of the fairy’s tongue while she looked at how the witch clearly thought herself very much at home. She didn’t even dare to think why the smell of burned paper was hanging in the air. Which also added to the fact that she believed that she had broken into the house and not been invited. Maybe Ace should get the same spell protection that Ayah had on her own house. No one could enter unless they had been invited. Even Hope had that on her apartment.
“Correct me if I’m wrong, but I doubt that Ace wanted you to update his closet, by just throwing out his clothes instead of replacing it with new things” she leaned against the doorframe folding her arms in front of her chest giving the woman a slightly bored expression. The fact that it was clearly a powerful witch didn’t scare her.

“Mh, shame,” she mumbled almost as if there was some underlying story. While it seemed like the sweet fairy was thinking, she let a shirt stay in the closet and picked out another to look at it for a moment. Her eyes were fixated on the shirt while the fairy spoke, and when it seemed like she was done talking she looked up and over her shoulder to finally see the fairy, “Oh, don’t you worry. I got it under control,” she said and gave her a wide smile before she turned her body towards the fairy. The smile lessened a little, and Michelle’s eyes took in every small detail about this fairy. Her clothing, posture, and the curves. “Why are you here?” she wondered and crossed her arms, with the shirt in between. Michelle had all of her own plans, and if the fairy here was going to be present, well, the plans might change a little.

“Of course, you do, everything about your person screams control” she said with a sarcastic voice, having more than enough about the chaotic energy about her already. Now, she was no stranger to chaos, her sister being a fire fairy, or phoenix fairy had more than enough to keep you on your toes. But this wasn’t just chaotic, there was something so sinister and cruel underneath that skin that Hope didn’t care much for. Now she was no stranger to the fact that former events could shape a person which was why she didn’t question the fact that Ace seemingly had been together with this person before. At least that was her conclusion after she remembered the person, and how he had reacted after she had made the illusion about her.
“Why? Because I for one have a key, and I know that you don’t” maybe that wasn’t the whole truth, but she went on a limp here and thought that it had to be true. If not, she would be very interested in hearing from Ace why his ex was running around with keys to his house without her knowing why. “So, why don’t we try again, and you tell me why you are really here and why the whole house smells like burned paper”

“Indeed,” she said with a wide smile. Michelle’s control was not the one Hope was used to, clearly. Michelle could clean up this place in a split second if she wished to use the energy on it. But sadly, she probably didn’t.
Michelle raised a brow as Hope assumed that Michelle didn’t have a key. It was a very grand assumption. A wicked smile spread on Michelle’s lips as Hope asked why she was here again. Michelle looked at her jacket’s pocket as she put her hand in it and made a piece of candy paper transform into what could look like a house key. She pulled it up from her pocket, “Why do you fill yourself with lies? It's only going to hurt you,” she wondered before she put her key away again. “And the smell? Well, he had some old notes that he didn’t need anymore, so I cleaned up, and who doesn’t like a small bonfire,” she said smiling. “Do you have a favorite flower?”

Hope couldn’t help but laugh as Michelle pulled out a key to show her, shaking her head a little she let out a sigh. The smile disappeared and she looked back at the witch, that was now asking her if she had a favorite flower. She had never really thought about it, even though she might should. Given how much nature meant to her mother, but she had never really cared much for it. Which some might find weird.
“Nah, not really” she shook her head looking at Michelle “But you know the saying, about pants and liars?” she crocked her head raising a brow, since she liked fire so much and had found the audacity to call Hope a liar herself, why not give Michelle a taste of her own medicine? The key she had made with magic, started to spark fire in her pocket, not that it was much but it was a simple spell to make while Hope’s eyes slowly started to turn into a golden orange color. "What is it, ah yes," her smile became a little more sinister "liar liar, pants on fire"

Hope didn’t have a favorite flower, which made Michelle push her lower lip forwards, making it quiver a little. “No favorite flower, huh?” She raised a brow as Hope asked if Michelle knew about liars and pants. She shook her head but listened interested, crossing her arms, ready to learn something new. Then she felt a heat in her pocket, where her magical key had been and she put her hand down in her jacket’s pocket to find the key being very hot. She pulled her hand out while Hope told they saying. She started to pull her jacket off and threw it into Ace’s closet. With an angered groan she picked up her lighter from the pocket in her pants, lit it and threw it into the closet, which would only start a fire in the expensive coats. She then looked towards the fairy with big eyes. “You like that? Pushing me towards bad decisions, huh?” she said before she whispered a small spell that would make the bedroom alive. Lamps and nightstands started crawling and the bed growled. “Have you ever wondered how often that man thinks about me, huh?” she said moving towards hope with anger in her eyes. She took her hand up and bit herself in her thumb, and if she could she would smear some of it onto Hopes forehead. A loud bang could be heard from how the door almost exploded off it's hinges and how roots started to fill the kitchen, from finally having more space.

Hope eyes looked towards the closet that caught on fire because Michelle decided to throw it in there, instead of just stayed a calm person and extinguished the fire with her magic. A small, annoyed groan left her as she closed her eyes, letting her fingers pinch the bridge of her nose. Well, she had promised Ace that she wouldn’t do any stupid decisions that would bring her in danger, but she hadn’t really though the crazy bitch would try to set the whole house on fire. “Have I ever wondered how often he thinks of you?” she hummed, almost as if she was thinking it over. But as she tried to touch her, Hope instead went to grab her witch in the intent to twist it around so her arm would be up against her own back and Michelle herself turned away from Hope. “Well given you were the love of his life, I wouldn’t deny him the fact that he would be thinking of you ever now and then, why? Hoping he is still pining to get you back? Aw sweetheart, can’t move on, huh? Had to come here and see if there was still hope for you?” she pushed the witch away from her and used her magic to make sure that the fire didn’t spread. Not really minding how the entire bedroom had come alive. She herself had done much worse than that to others.

A scream left Michelle as her arm was pulled around. Yes, she was miserable in close combat, she didn’t do those things really, she was more about her spells and just pissing people off. “Fucks sake, woman!” she whimpered though she was listening to what the woman said. She was pushed away and almost stumbled into the growling bed. She turned around laughing a little, “Oh no, lady,” she straightened up and looked towards the fairy. “I wanted to make sure he didn’t break anymore hearts,” she almost sung. “He probably told you I’ve been the only one, correct? Well, that’s a lie,” she said with a wide smile, “You should ask about Willow and Antionette,” she hummed, almost as if she mentioned someone delicious, “He really liked them,” she informed her, “He might even still be seeing them.”

Oh, how pitiful this was. She almost felt sorry for her, if it hadn’t been for the very fact that she was pissed off to even feel a slight remorse for the woman in front of her. A woman that clearly needed some kind of validation and had no idea how to get it, so she acted out like a very old teenager. Tedious.  
Willow and Antionette, now she knew who Willow were. And it just made her laugh that she really tried to push that against her, as if she should get jealous by the thought of him having other women in his life. Now he had told her things, and she trusted him. So, whatever this was, she wasn’t buying it. “Right, it’s sad really, are you really so far up your own ass that you need to make up stories just to get the upper hand?” she titled her head “so pathetic really, what was it? An absent father that was never really there for you?” it was like a light flared in Hope’s eyes as she stepped closer “oh, hit the nail on the head there, didn’t I? How many times has sweet innocent little Michelle not tried to get her father’s attention? No one appreciates her, isn’t that so? And all you really want, is just to have someone that loves you and the beauty that you see in fires? But sadly, no one wants you, because you are simply just pathetic, that tries to cry out for help in all the wrong ways, now get out, before I make you” the last words were said rather harshly as she looked at the woman in front of her with a look that could kill.

Michelle furrowed her brows as Hope mentioned that Michelle was making up stories. Michelle was about to tell the fairy that she wasn’t making up stories, and that the fairy could simply ask the man, but before she got to that, the fairy started fire in Michelle that was quite untamable. “Shut your whore mouth,” she hissed and took a step closer, just like the fairy herself did. The fairy clearly enjoyed picking in Michelle’s feelings. Hit the nail on the head there, didn’t I? “Shut up,” she hissed, feeling a heat under her cheeks. No one appreciates her, isn’t that so? “Shut up,” she repeated a little louder, and slowly started to feel her eyes itch. She shook her head with flushed cheeks. “Shut up!” she roared  and let her thumb glide over her own bare forearm and with a snap the duvet got up and wrapped itself around hope. Michelle wasn’t here to hurt anyone; she was just here to remind Ace of how much pain he had spread. By applying a little bit of the poisonous blood onto her tongue she whispered a few words and a hole started to form in the middle of the room, making the bed fall into the whole, shortly after to see fire light up from the whole. “You should watch your tongue, fairy,” she hissed and made the duvet try and pull Hope towards the hole. The roots reached the bedroom door now and started to grow into it. A car parked outside the house, and a sharp ear would be able to hear the engine get killed and how the door was shut. The vampire had already smelled the witch blood and could easily detect the presence of the two women. A sigh left him, and for a moment, he considered if he should go back to the hospital and work a little more and come back when the catfight was over.

Now, did Hope take pride in hurting other people? No. Did she enjoy just so see how easy it was to unmask this woman, that tried to be such a hard ass when in front of others. Yes.
A groan left her as the duvet wrapped around her, another groan left her as she hit the floor before she was able to do anything a hole in the floor opened pulling her in as she wiggled around. Her eyes flared up, shining a bright gold now. With a scream light exploded from her letting her escape and her wings broke free from her back letting her stand in the room looking at the witch. “Can’t take your own medicine huh? Come here and think you can just walk around like you own everything, like as if he owes you anything, one more word from you, and I’ll make you feel like this night is your worst nightmare, get up and get out!” she screamed, not doing anything that could remotely be seen as hurting the witch in front of her. Even as she looked towards the roots and whispered a few words to make them grow backwards then she looked back at Michelle. “Are you deaf, get out!” she flicked her fingers and the blanket grabbed around Michelle’s wrist and dragged her out of the room and started pushing her towards the door. No way in hell was she even going to let this woman come near her again.

Light exploded from the fairy, and she broke free from the duvet that was trying to take her to the place where the fairy belonged. She tried to cover her eyes from the light, and as soon as it dimmed, she took her arms down. “All of this belongs to me!” Michelle roared. The fairy made the roots grow backwards and was once gain screaming at her. One thing she hated. Screaming and shouting. The blanket rolled around Her wrist, and before she could do anything she tumbled down onto the floor and around the big swallowing hole in the middle of the bedroom. In a quick and slightly uncoordinated movement she turned up the speed for the roots to grow again which quickly made some of the stairs in the dining room break.

Ace stood a few meters from the front door and closed his eyes listening to the screaming and shouting. It sounded like Hope had things under control, but maybe if Ace kicked Michelle of the ground, Michelle understood a hint? He walked towards the door and opened the door. As cold and emotionless as his face usually was, his eyes widened by all of the chaos inside his so-called home. “Please, cut it off, both of you,” he spoke very calmly and entered the house, noticing the only damage to the women seemingly only was Michelle’s thumb and maybe a blister on Michelle’s fingers. As soon as Michelle heard Ace, she whispered a few words that would break her bones in her forearm.

Hope was breathing heavily as she turned to look at Ace. Had he just said, both of you? Her lips clammed together, and she just stood there looking at him. For a moment she didn’t understand, had she been in the wrong trying to get the insane woman out of his house? Was he going to take her side now? Of course, the whiny witch would turn it around making it seem like she hadn’t done anything wrong. Only tried to sprout doubt in Hope’s mind, and then putting things on fire, where Hope had only returned the favor on putting a light in her jacket, which hadn’t been meant to hurt anyone. Michelle had been the one trying to intimidate her, to hurt her and she couldn’t take it when Hope had simply just turned it around.
Hope took a step back, looking at Ace, waiting for him to do whatever he felt like. Almost lifting her hands as to show that she wasn’t going to do anything.

Things slowed down, or everything except for the roots. He rubbed his brows as the duvet fell to the floor instead of dragging the which, which now had a broken arm. “She’s a psycho!” Michelle cried dramatically. Ace looked up at Hope before he turned his gaze towards Michelle and walked over to the witch and pulled her up onto her feet. The witch let sweet fake words run over her lips while he almost carried her to the door. As soon as he got to the door he pushed her off him so she tumbled onto the ground, now hissing and whining in actual physical pain, since she wasn’t able to stop the fall completely. Ace shut the door, which by now had seen better days. “Ace!” He closed his eyes, letting his hand heavily drag over his face and turned towards Hope. “How are you?” he spoke softly and approached her, though his eyes shortly looked towards the roots. What a fucking mess. He stopped approaching her as he felt how Michelle had crawled towards the door and tried to open it. He let his chin fall to his chest with a sigh. “How long did this go on?” he wondered and swirled his hand around, indicating all of the chaos.

Hope looked towards Michelle, how predictable. A soft groan left her, as she decided to walk towards one of the chairs that hadn’t been broken by the roots and sat down, looking at how Ace handled it by just pulling Michelle up and walked towards the door, throwing her outside. Her tired eyes looked at him when he came back, her elbow resting towards the table as she let out a small sigh pulling a shrug on the shoulder that wasn’t pressed against a surface. “I have no idea how long she was here before I came, but what, twenty minutes maybe? She tried to pull me into a pit of fire in the bedroom, after I just told her a truth about herself - clearly a girl with her issues” licking her lips she gave Ace a small smile. “Sorry about your house, it wasn’t really how I imagined this evening going” she turned her eyes towards the door as she could hear herself how someone tried to reopen it before looking back at Ace.

He furrowed his brows as Hope mentioned a pit of fire and rubbed his eyebrows as Hope mentioned how Michelle had issues. Well, yes, she had some issues, and it was far easier to manage when he had been in a relation with her, since she had gotten the validation that she wished to much for. “No, it’s alright, I-” he furrowed his brows a little. “Can you turn off the music upstairs?” he wondered, feeling that music was the last thing he needed right now. He understood that she was probably just as tired as him, but things were just really on edge., “I’ll just make sure that someone who cares about her can pick her up,” he explained and pointed over his shoulder, before he turned around and  opened the door for Michelle who grabbed onto the doctor’s pants and almost crawled up on him. Michelle’s words started to sweet and innocent, “Please, Ace… I didn’t wish for any of these things to happen but she-… She tricked me,” she mumbled and got to her knees, “She told me about her family… Such a tragedy,” Michelle was truly making stuff up, “The would be so delicious in bags, wouldn’t they?” Ace didn’t listen to any of her words and instead of calling from his own phone he leaned down and took her phone. “Oh, no, because nothing beats mine,” she mused while he dialed a number. “The only thing you wanted. Nothing more,”
“Hey Cassian, I’m really sorry that I’m bothering you, but you got one guess about who’s making a scene.”
“Oh, there was of course those fantasies of yours,” she said and let her hands find their way to his pants. Without even touching her, she pulled her hands away and started screaming in pain, grabbing her neck instead. “Yeah… Yeah, that’s her. Can you or someone else pick her up as soon as possible?”

Hope just nodded when he asked if she could go upstairs and turn the music off. Without any words she got up and walked upstairs as he had requested. Going over the whole scene that had unfolded between her and Michelle over and over again. In a way she wished she actually had done something she could be screaming about. But the matter of fact was, that she hadn’t done anything that could really categories as hurting Michelle. If you didn’t look at the way she had started a fire in her pocket.
The entire floor was ruined, a soft sigh left her lips as she looked at the mess that Michelle had done. What the hell was this witch’s problem? Without much thought she snapped her fingers and started to clean up the mess and evened out the many bumps that had been made by her shoes. All that was done while she walked over and turned off the stereo. Her eyes closed as she listened to what was going on downstairs and decided that it was better if she stayed here.

Casssian was sitting in Daisy’s living room. Enjoying that he for the first time in a very long time had time for himself. Time had used on his growing family and taking up hobbies that had been put on the shelf for such a long time.
Enjoying a glass of wine he looked at his phone when it started buzzing. His brows pressed together as he saw it was Ace calling, thinking it had something to do with Prim he quickly picked up. “Cassian speaking” he announced and then closed his eyes as a groan left him. Hearly perfectly well that Michelle was once again causing chaos. “Michelle?” he asked, even though he didn’t have to. “I’ll come, I’m in grounds of lily anyway, be there in a moment.” He got up and told Daisy before he put on his coat and teleported to Ace house. Seeing how pitiful Michelle looked. “Michelle” he announced his arrival to his sister as he walked towards her. Taking her hands away from her throat “Seriously, what the hell are you doing” he hissed, then looking up as he saw Hope walk towards them. What on earth was she doing here? Then it clicked and he had to close his eyes for a second “For crying out loud, what the hell is going on with you Michelle!?” he asked again, pulling his sister off the ground looking towards him. “I’m sorry” he apologized as he looked inside and saw how things looked. He found his pocket a key and reached out his hand to give it to Ace “My house in Hope Gardens isn’t used at this moment, you are welcome to go there until the house is sorted” he mumbled, not really knowing what else he could offer other than making sure that his sister wouldn’t cause Ace any more problem.

Ace nodded when he noticed that Cassian had teleported to his house. He didn’t yet let go of the pain that was being caused to her, because he knew very well that she would be trying something if he let go of it. Only when Cassian got a hold of his little sister’s hands, Ace let go of the pain, and let it heal. Poor witch. A surprised little grunt left the witch. She would definitely put a little curse on the ground for that dirty trick of Ace’s. Her eyes looked up at her older brother blinking innocently. She noticed how her brother looked away and was about to plan how she could curse the ground they were standing on. When it seemed like Cassian got the puzzle in order and asked her again, what she was doing, she pulled her head a little back shaking it while she was being pulled up from the ground. She almost stumbled on her feet.
Ace pulled a little unsatisfied smile as Cassian apologized. It wasn’t his responsibility or him who had caused the chaos. His eyes followed Cassian’s hands as he found a key and handed it to him. “Thank you, Cassian, but I don’t think it’s necessary,” he said nodding a little. Now, Ace hadn’t really seen the home that much since he had gotten home, and definitely not the bedroom, but he was still certain that he could fix the problems she had caused. He just needed a little breather, some refreshments and then he would be good to go. He then gave Cassian a quick glance, noticing the pain that Cassian had gone through. “We should talk one day,” he told him, even though he never really spoke with Cassian. “But for now, I think you should get her somewhere else before she gets into deeper trouble,” he told him, not that he was threatening any of them, but he surely didn’t want Michelle to cause any more trouble than she already had done.
“I’m not getting into trouble!” she snapped, “I’m just having fun,” she mumbled and crossed her arms. Ace had to stop himself from sighing a sigh that he didn’t need.

Hope let out a small sigh and then gave Cassian a small smile. “We can stay at my apartment, I don’t think we’ll be able to get this fixed without substantial use of magic” she sighed, Cassian groaned and could feel how a tension headache was already starting to throb behind his eyes. “Yeah” he mumbled, looking back at his sister as she snapped, which was rewarded with a snort from Hope as she crossed her arms and looked at the almost sad witch. One shouldn’t think that she was as old as she was.
“Right, fun” Cassian hissed, and suddenly something snapped inside of him, as he got his sister up by putting a hand under her armpit and held onto her. “Fun is destroying your ex’s house, getting into a fight with the daughter of my girlfriend’s godmother, and a very powerful and well-respected fairy -- what on earth has gotten into you, you think this is how Prim wants her mother to behave, huh? Hasn’t the poor girl enough on her plate, then to have her parents in a spat, because her mother just wanted a bit of fun!? Isn’t it enough now, haven’t you done enough!?” he argued looking her straight into her eyes. He didn’t care that this might be a conversation someplace else, but if he was being honest, he didn’t even want to take care of her right now. Not when she was behaving like this. Acting out, and taking her own frustration out on others.

Ace turned his head a little towards Hope as she offered her apartment. Now, Ace hadn’t seen all the chaos within the walls and was certain that things couldn’t be that bad, but when Hope mentioned they probably need some magic to get it fixed, he knew that Michelle had cause more than enough troubles. Slowly, Ace let his eyes travel back to the witch and warlock in front of him.
Michelle eyed the fairy who snorted, and let her eyes rest coldly at her. Oh, how that girl felt superior. Michelle’s eyes redirected to Cassian as he hissed. As he started rambling about what ‘fun’ was, she couldn’t help but develop a smile. She couldn’t care less about who the fairy was. She rolled her eyes as Cassian mentioned Primrose. Her daughter didn’t have to think about what Michelle walked around and spent her time on. Primrose could focus on herself. She could see that Cassian was angry at her, but it didn’t even get to her. She simply kept her cool smile. “Enough is never enough,” she said with a smug grin on her lips, not caring that Cassian was holding her. “Maybe you should take a holiday. Get away from your troubles. Let someone else handle the problems,” she said giving her brother a mysterious smile. She was pushing him, hoping that he would take her advice and go get some fresh air away from everything. “I’ve heard so well about Fiji,” she narrowed her eyes, thinking back to when their father had gone to Fiji with Artemis and how their father had given his grandson and his girlfriend a credit card. Working with finances, she knew what her father was doing with the money. “Maybe all three generations should go. As long as you don’t detonate each other,” she chuckled shortly before she looked towards Ace and Hope.

“What did you just say to me?” Cassian snarled between gritted teeth; he took in a deep breath feeling how it almost painfully expanded his chest before he let go. For someone that wanted so badly to be part of something, she just kept ruining herself and others. As if there wasn’t anything left to show compassion for others around her, and for a moment he just stood there looking at her. “Fine, Michelle, have it your way – I’ll miss Sarah, my sister, but this is it you and I, we are done, and I never want to see you again” he said in a very cool and collected manner. If this was what she paid him back with. For all the times he had dropped everything for her. How he had sought her out after their father had kicked her out and asked if there was anything he could do. How he had held her hand when she had been little. Been there when she had almost killed a man, stopped her and made sure that she hadn’t fallen apart after the loss of Ace.
Then he walked over to the house, he pulled out a small knife and cut the palm of his hand. Then he pressed it against the wall and mumbled a few words. “Witches are no longer able to enter your house, that should solve the problem – If you ever want it to be revoked, just call me – I’m after all not working anymore” he said to Ace with a small smile. Then he turned around without looking at Michelle and started walking away.

They way his jaw had tensed and the look in his eyes, she knew she had gotten herself in what other would categorize as big trouble. “Tick. Tick. Boom,” she mused leaning a little closer to her brother, who certainly was done with her chaotic and blunt behavior. As he mentioned her name it tugged in her stomach, but nothing that  she would let show. A wide grin spread on her lips as he said they were done. He didn’t want to see her as his sister, he didn’t want to see her again. It almost sounded like a competition. But was the goal to let him see her as often as possible, or was to let him never see her again? There were a lot of possibilities. She stood still and let her eyes follow Cassian as he walked over to the door and sealed it. She huffed a little and crossed her arms turning her back to the house.
Ace nodded to Cassian and appreciated the spell, knowing that if it blocked for Primrose, she would just take the power herself. “Maybe we should grab a coffee one day, hm? This might be more than enough to talk about, and I’m certain there’s more than that,” he offered assuring. “And don’t be surprised if she does something crazy. You know what happened to the werewolf,” he reminded Cassian. Now, Michelle had done much more than just trying to burn the werewolf alive back when Michelle believed she had lost Ace, but Cassian knew all that himself. Losing a brother might have another toll on her, was Ace’s guess. With a simple spell, the witch teleported away, watching how the warlock too was on his way home. Ace turned his head towards Hope, before the rest of his body turned, “How are you?” he whispered, wanting to be certain.

She watched how both Cassian and Michelle disappeared, almost as if nothing up to this point had happened. Something crazy, this wasn’t crazy? It almost made her head hurt to think about the fact that Michelle might try to do something, that would make their life even more difficult that it already was. Maybe she should talk with Sarah, hoping that she could give her something that could cloak her from witches or just something that would make her able to teleport away. Her tongue glided over her lips, and she closed her eyes for a moment trying to calm herself, even though it took a lot of effort. Especially after everything that had happened with meeting her father, and once again realizing that her parents couldn’t remember her.
“I’m fine” she whispered, feeling like the hope she had felt for opening up and tell him about her plans was washed away in the chaos that was inside the four walls of Ace’s home. Now she just wanted to get it over with, go to bed and forget this had happened.

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