Odd Talents
5th of July 2006 A.D.
You snap back to full awkwardness, letting out a relieved sigh: "Well that's not going to work, I can't use magic like I used to anymore. It's too delicate for my clumsy teenager hands." you look around first at your mother, frowning hard enough to scare off storm clouds, though whether from the sight of you trying to do magic or just worry you can't tell and at Harry who seems kind of distracted,
by whom you would rather not speculate too hard. The idea of being watched by Lasciel like that is more creepy than talking to her was. "That'll help right?"
"Not as much as we might hope," Harry says. "You are still human enough to soul gaze, that means that as the council teaches you have a soul so you're human."
"So only humans have souls do they?" the increasingly familiar voice at the back of your mind gripes.
"So rude. What does he think the rest of us think and feel with? Donkey hide and silk?" The image of
colorful figures being paraded before a screen, their shadows telling a tale of kings and generals pops into your mind, shadow puppets you know they are called and you know that they are from the Middle Kingdom. It takes the rest of your brain a little longer to catch up and realize that means China.
"Don't other factions use human sorcerers?" You ask. You cannot imagine the vampires with the drugged spit would not think of enslaving some even before war with the Council broke out.
"Practitioners, sorcerers are the ones with more power than sense," Harry corrects you, but you are not looking at him, you are looking at your mother. Just sitting there a moment ago she looked like she was still in armor, like she was ready to go another round with those spiders. But as soon as sorcerers came up she seems pale, haunted.
Your first thought was that someone like that had wounded dad maybe, but this looked more personal, less anger and more fear. Had
she had a run in a sorcerer before? You had always thought that the reason she did not like magic was because she saw it as man meddling where he had no business, but now you wonder if someone like that had...
hurt her.
Hardly thinking about it you reach out for that spark of power and kindle it into a flame of insight in your mind, that by its light you can find the
right words "Mom, no matter what happens, no matter what I can do or how I change, block of ice stabbing things with poison fire I am still going to be
me. No one, nothing can make me stop loving the people I love."
There is an odd ring to your words and you know at a level deeper than reason can touch that it is true, that your power will
make it true if it has to.
Spent 1 Essence
"Oh sweetly, you don't even know what it is," she replies, but she sounds less certain than she was a moment ago.
"I think it is something foreign, like not Native American obviously, but also not not Western at all not European. I have been getting like China and India insights when I... er look at things." Because 'when Harry insulted the demon in my head' would not go over well.
"I don't know much about that part of the world, but I know where to find books and experts who do know more," Harry says sounding excited for a lead even in spite of his obvious tiredness."That is one of the things the Council is good for."
"Which is all well and good but we haven't decided that we are going to them at all with this," mom cuts in. "The Church has its own archives even of things far afield and if you can't teach her than she is obviously none of their business."
"Mom, I hurt people, I hurt Rosie,
with magic," you remind her.
"So did those fetch things, so do vampires and ghosts and God knows what else and the Wardens don't hunt all
those down do they? Either they are too small and insignificant or they are too strong and you have to make deals with them." She's looking at Harry now not at you. "Give me one reason,
one reason why I should let you walk out of here with my daughter to face people who make a habit of killing people who did what she did."
"Because I am not the only one who can put two and two together and come up with four and if you look like you are hiding they will not listen even as much as they do now."
"Most of them won't," you interject, surprising
yourself a little with how cool and collected you sound. "They don't like you, they don't trust you and the head of the Council has reason to dislike you."
For a long moment it is quiet on the balcony, so quiet you can hear your heart beating with an odd steadiness for one belonging to someone contemplating the potential of their own execution.
"There
might be another way..." Harry says reluctantly. "If we talk just to my old master, just to Ebeneezer about all this, the power from out of Arctis Tor, the way you can't use magic anymore then maybe all this could be something other than a trial. But he might not a agree with me, think I'm not seeing this right and then we are worse off then if you had just gone to the Council now. On top of that the White Council is in town, they might put that two and two together before I can get ahold of Ebeneezer about this and then it's as bad as it gets."
And that is when something totally unexpected happens, oh not any sort of magic, by now you are expecting magic. Your mother looks at you and says: "It's your decision Molly, what do you want to do?"
[] Go to the Council now
[] Go home, you have nothing to do with the White Council
[] Wait for Harry to contact his old master than talk to him, maybe you can work this out
[] Write in (May include roll to persuade; Stunt optional)
OOC: I hope you guys do not mind me spending an excellency there, you had just made a perception roll and it would have been a really short update if I broke for a vote there. Also funny thing I actually did not roll her willpower initially since I figured that between two successes and you saying in so many words that a wizard's apprenticeship would not help she would just go 'I'm taking my kid home',but then I actually did roll the willpower just to see and well...see below. 
