Ace of Scarabs
Mechanoid Pilot
- Location
- Singapore
A shipgirl's crew is obviously paid in good karma and faith points, the former helps them pay for their sins from their mortal lives, and the latter can be cashed in at Inari's bank.
Harry And The Shipgirls: Prisoner of Shipping (A HP/KanColle Snippet Collection)
- Thread starter Harry Leferts
- Start date
- Crossover
In one of the earliest crossover snippets between the works of RCNAnon and SisterJeanne, Ehren and Jean Bart engaged in a high-speed road race across southern England, much to Colombe's displeasure.
- Location
- Deep in the Badlands of Equestria
It wouldn't surprise me if when Desk-chan manifests as a item spirit for the first time she will have the innate ability to cast a cushioning charm thanks to all the times it was used on her.
Yes, he has, but remember too that here the Potter family as a whole has never really used the goblin bank for the bulk of their treasure storage due to issues about having others managing their wealth (and a Fae guardian on their lands being much more secure than any goblin-designed vault in the first place.) What is in that vault is basically just any money and items gifted to Harry after his parents' passing when there were no adult Potters to handle the transactions, and any spare lesser bits placed there to make it look like the vault was being used to keep goblin attention mostly off the family.
(It really makes sense that the family would treat their Gringotts vault as the family junk drawer, when you think about how our esteemed Kaiju has been detailing how the Potter Family works for us.)
- Location
- Mountains of Appalachia
Very easily apparently.
Very very easily. And this is a combination of point scoring by Claire and also letting her subtly know that Ehren's little romance isn't a big deal and is being cheered on by her family.
Of course Jackie would be the Butterknife Bookie....
Much practice at this the good fathwe has.
This is not the good Father's first participation in a betting pool for romantic hijinks (although the last one involved USN shipgirls).
I put Claires smug at 6 Juuchis.
Claire is very very smug indeed, since she's got Ehren here and knows it.
Good to know what exactly he placed his bet on.
The thing is both of them knew sooner or later Ehren would break down and confess that she liked Draco as 'more than just a cousin'. They just thought that it would happen a month or so later when Ehren and he went to the Yule Ball.
Oh Claire, you teasing butterklavier.
Claire is also saying that she's happy that Ehren was so happy mildly making out with Draco, and totally approves of the ship. But yes, some good sisterly teasing (and a bit of 'she found Mr. Right, why haven't I?' very mild grump), which a very mortified Ehren is picking up loud and clear.
And here it comes. Ehren is beating herself up with her issues in a fairly well-worn rut. Fortunately, Claire and Fr. Jacques aren't having any of this nonsense and are therefore going to force her to start facing a few things she doesn't want to admit to herself. (Like 'you really should not deny your love for Draco, silly dagger!')
This is a case of the good Father doing what Claire cannot.
The impending derailment of Ehren's guilty train of thought necessarily required some very direct and even harsh statements that hurt Ehren a bit in order to lance this wound and let the poison out. Claire is really not the type to confront her sister so directly and hurt her for her own good bu questioning her flawed thinking so directly. Fr. Jacques, OTOH, has the experience and strength of will to force Ehren to the hard but necessary truth that she's being an ass and hurting herself in the doing over Draco.
Which cut the legs right out from under Ehren. To her credit, she accepts the chastisement here in the way it was meant, to enlighten and correct her (in a junior-officer-getting-her-hilt-chewed-by-her-superior sense, yes, but baby steps). She can't honestly deny* what Fr. Jacques said, or the reason that he said them to her, so promptly takes the offered lifeline of 'is Draco worthy of being Mr. du Chasteler' to gush about her love.
*She knows that those statements are the essence of the Faith and she's not going to deny her faith That is something that Ehren sees as something larger than her own small self that one such as her can swear herself to, just as the rest of her family has done with their own ideals. Which Father Jacques knows, so he was was holding his breath a bit at this moment. He's acid testing the fruits of all the work he has done with Ehren to this point by seeing how deeply the seeds of the faith he has bestowed upon her have taken root. But as the Scripture said, Ehren has begun to build herself on rock instead of sand so the storms of life won't overturn her.
Yeah, probably a bit more wordy from Draco here. But the two do put each other up on pedestals (which are not always warranted) while accepting that the other person sees things in them that they want to live up to (Draco being Ehren's hero, for instance, while Draco sees Ehren as a wonderful person worthy of his love even when she's the most hurt and lost).
Really Father? A unintended pun?
Indeed he did. Not that he said it, but he was very fondly snarky while remembering the Prussian Zombie haunting Moulbaix around breakfast.
Oh Ehren, you poor girl.
Indeed.
This is one of her major root issues. Thanks to naively (and justifiably!) trusting the Nazis when she first manifested, and then getting that trust shattered whens he found out about their crimes, Ehren finds it very hard to trust herself to do the right things anymore since she knows and fears what a mistake would cause.
Hence her asking the car (and God) in a loud voice why and how Draco trusts someone who feels that she isn't trustworthy at all. She knows that he's right to trust her, but can't see why that is right (yet) because she habitually takes a magnifying glass to her flaws and sins to prevent herself backsliding into being a Nazi.
The answer comes when she finally realizes deep down that it's Ok to be a fallible person, and that she can make amends for the ineviatble mistakes that she makes and be forgiven by God, her family, and (most importantly) herself for them. That's going to come when she finally realizes that her 'no Draco romance!' oath was a major mistake
I think you can blame the taffies for the sudden lack of sleeves there.
Yeah, it's a Johnston reference, of course.
Yep. Father Jacques is pointing out that Ehren is Loved, worthy of that Love, and even despite her many flaws and failings past, present, and future that God forgives her anyway. And in doing so, he implicitly points out that Draco and the test get a vote on the Ehren Romance Route. Also the implicit message here is that Ehren is not just worthy of love, but worthy of trust.
Oh she was, she most definitely was grappling with her feelings. It's just this is all too much for her so she took off running through the snow. But, the seeds have been planted and the Good Ship HatSG EhrenXDraco has been towed a bit further out of De Nile as the upstream channel keeps getting blocked off for it.
Which the poisons have been let loose. Now Ehren will have some serious soul-searching that she will do, but this wound is starting to heal since she can't deny the truth of some of the things that have just been said to her any longer.
Considering jackie was the one who instructed her how to drive.....
Actually Colombe and Kasuyu taught Claire. Which is how the (extremely battered and dented) Reparo-Wagen got its nickname. Later Jackie helped Claire a bit and then kidnapped Ehren to take her to a professional driving school.
A Certain Speeding Piano: "CLAIRE YES! ALWAYS CLAIRE YES! YAHTZEE!"
That's about right, yes.
Colombe -- who was wondering [/i]why the hell a weeping Ehren (minus piano or priest) had just dashed past her in the entrance hall[/i] -- stepped outside to catch the climax of
Careful Ehren, your smug is showing.
Ehren is a bit sore over Claire ratting her out and is therefore gloating a bit. It's a really cold day too and until the car's washed, Mutti won't remove the Muffling Charm on a certain musical instrument either.
The Butterklaviers leadfoot ways has been busted!
Very VERY busted. To Colombe's credit, the punishment was less about the car getting trashed and more about the justifiable worry that a certain piano or priest was injured when it skidded to a stop through her front flowebeds.
Yep, which Ehren is very much aware of. And she knows this is going to be a serious clash.
Good choice to calm his nerves.
Well the pastor needed a stiff drink to brace his nerves after the car came to a stop.
Oh yes. And Ehren will get some useful advice from the other sword.
Well this is something that will be revealed~~
Yeah. The thing is as a Medicine Woman of WBCW, she's going to be a real powerhouse spiritually (just like Del is), so Pansy has no idea what she's about to run into.
I have some plans for Norimune....
Very much so since he's pinpointing one of Ehren's weaknesses here. The danger that by fighting monsters, she becomes an equally great monster.
Yeah, this is yet another clash between them building up to the eventual final battle.
Not yet~~
Actually, it just became one.
Theologically, if you think back to Fr. Jacques asking Colombe about relics here, the rosary just became a third-class relic. It has just been blessed with intent by Cortana, who is the spirit of a second-class relic like Catherine since Cortana also has a relic forged into her hilt alongside Joyeuse (albeit a less powerful one than his Nail of the True Cross).
Needless to say, Cortana knew what the Father intended and totally supports it. Although she feels unworthy; she accepts that Ehren will need this tool that she is sanctifying to fight evil. This is also in her mind a form of making amends for what happened between them, which Fr. Jacques knows and is working on.
Sneaky priest is sneaky and doing several things here. Ehren is getting a reinforcement of how she is trusted by Cortana and Fr. Jacques. Meanwhile, Cortana is also getting healing by making penance toward an innocent that she wronged and respects (if Ogier or Morgana question Ehren when they meet her, you can expect Cortana to rise up to Ehren's defense).
It's only half the story~~
Indeed she did.
Yes. Now, in this case, as Colombe fled the Nazis, a wounded Belgian soldier from Ath found her lost rosary, and recognized it as the one that the Marchioness carried (thanks to the damage). So he retrieved it, and took it back to Ath where it was placed in the church for her. Then Fr Jacques' father prevented the Germans stealing it, and it was passed down to him (albeit not knowing where it had originally come from). And now the daughter of the first woman to carry it into combat has inherited it to use it to fight for souls just as her mother and her priest have.
Jean Bart would probably love to race Claire in the Piano 500.
Thank Sunhawk for the good father. He's a great character.
Oh yes. As a side note this is also convenient for Ehren since her Hogwarts Avatar needs a rosary (the Moulbaix one has one already that Fr. Jacques brought alongside ones for the Imps and Claire) for her prayers.
I'll be writing that soon. Suffice it to say, Norishenanigans are happening~~
Yep. Sunhawk cooked this up. This is a US Army 'standard issue Combat Rosary' from WWI that Colombe was given by a military chaplain, lost, and has now returned to her family. The rapier is boggling.
He's a great character, honestly.
Sounds about right for them. Both of them drive like maniacs with a lead foot.
Fixes done, author's note with translation added. I should have just hotlinked Eph. 6:16, I think.
This is correct. Claire has trouble regulating how much weight she puts on the gas or brake, and also panics easily behind the wheel when things start to go south.
Sounds about right for the taffies!
Yeah, it's a Johnston reference. I don't think Fr. Jacques has met her yet, but he knows about her.
Also keep in mind that while the Potters are wealthy, they are just one family. This is a good chunk of the Imperial Japanese Ministry of Magic's assets, including stuff they might have looted from China or elsewhere 1933-1945 (such as Peking Man).
- Location
- Somewhere in Southern Flipland
A simple solution to Claire's driving problem is to get her a cheap beater car that's in Manual Transmission.
For a newbie with a lead foot, getting a Stick shift car rolling without proper pedal control will just result in the car stalling.
Plus, driving stick will hammer out bad habits like distracted driving pretty early on.
Or it could end up as a hilarious joke. Since Claire manifested in the 90's, she'd be considered a Millenial. And Stick Shifts are also called the Millenial Anti Theft Device.
For a newbie with a lead foot, getting a Stick shift car rolling without proper pedal control will just result in the car stalling.
Plus, driving stick will hammer out bad habits like distracted driving pretty early on.
Or it could end up as a hilarious joke. Since Claire manifested in the 90's, she'd be considered a Millenial. And Stick Shifts are also called the Millenial Anti Theft Device.
- Location
- Mountains of Appalachia
Tell me about it. No, no plans for the rosary to manifest as a young priest or an old priest.
Way ahead of you.
Made it quite clear that every 100-year-old object manifesting a tsukumogami would have meant the Statute breaking long ago.
Made it quite clear that we'd already had this discussion in the past with Simon Bolivar's watch and Lieutenant Hunter's heirloom pistol.
And I even proposed that "Will this object manifest a tsukumogami?" should be added to the no-go list.
It's actually in some ways darkly amusing that it actually already is.
But yeah, there's no reason for the rosary to manifest, for multiple reasons.
- Location
- Vancouver, Washington
DON'T PRESS THE RED BUTTON!
"What would happen if we pressed this big, shiny, red button?"
AN ANGRY KAIJU WAKES!
"What would happen if we pressed this big, shiny, red button?"
AN ANGRY KAIJU WAKES!
Alas, said driving school is run and taught by a former taxi driver from Marseille.
Yes, that taxi driver from Marseille.
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Harry Leferts
Suave Shadow Cabal Kaiju
*Yawns as he wakes up from going to sleep after a night of working* Whazzit? *Grumbles* Where's my tea...? SHIT! TODAY IS EEVEE COMMUNITY DAY!
Meh, Pokemon Go is overrated.
Harry Leferts
Suave Shadow Cabal Kaiju
- Location
- California
:Tries to say something witty, but is buried under Eevee Floof:
For once it's not Feels, but Floof!
For once it's not Feels, but Floof!
New Pokémon Snap > Pokémon Go.
- Pronouns
- he
Yes, AL!Nagato is in every picture.
And some from KC. Just because I play AL doesn't mean I dislike KC. Actually, I'm quite fond of it.
Kch...
I like Claire. But it's good to see that something blows up in her face every now and then. It makes her more beliefable.
You know, if Ehren were to befriend someone busty, like AL! Graf Zeppelin, Illustrious or Kashino, I doubt that she would call them flabby.
And if Pansy were flat, she'd probably find a fitting insult for that. Probably not washboard, because that's too tame. Perhaps something about Pansy's heart being too small...
'Not this fucking shit again...'
...
I remember when I was very young. I think my big brother made me ask it, but I asked my great uncle, the priest, what he would do if a fallen angel were to ask for baptism. He told me that it is his duty as a priest to perform it, on the chance that it came from an honest longing for redemption.
It is easy to deal with someone who wants to kill you. It is far harder if your enemy honestly wants you to repent for your crimes.
From mother to daughter... even if it was over a few hurdles.
Actually, that's the french Le Téméraire in her sleepwear.
*joins in on the grumbling*
I hope it was a joke. I hope...
Warning: Very vulgar.
... A bit vulgar. And...
A fellow Eevee fan? Nice.
A question for the next treasure sword piece:
Who is the Admiral closest to NJ and Crowning? It has to deal with the power of the long sword...
And the intro the Commander's training with three hack and slash protags. God have mercy on his soul...
Set after Goblet of Fire
Apocrypha:
Colombe du Chasteler, Masamune-no-Tokunotakai and Curtana, Sword of Ogier the Dane all stood in the foyer of Castle Moulbaix. Waiting. To Colombe, he was a friend. To Toku, an unexpected ally. To Curtana, a foe worthy of respect and a potential knight.
And all three had agreed that someone like that, someone always fighting deserved every tool possible to defend himself and those close to him.
So, Colombe gave the offer of training him and, to their slight surprise, he agreed.
And today was the day of the first lesson.
Toku, who already taught many in kendo would be the first one to take him under his wing, to take his iron and hammer it into a serviceable edge.
Colombe would be the next, to refine the edge into something she would consider worthy.
And the oldest and mightiest of them, the Sword of the Dane? She would be his final test. To see if he had gained a sword arm worthy of his spirit.
A polite knocking from the door. The three tensed.
Ever dutiful and stalwart Kasuyu appeared and opened.
"Ah, Commander."
"Kasuyu, A pleasure to see you today. G36 regrets not having the time to come along today, she's in maintenance. You know how hard she drives her body ."
A sigh from the obsidian-skinned giant."Such a pity. The mistress and the others are waiting for you. And could you please tell her I look forward to our next meeting? Her tips really helped me with my german cuisine."
The Commander entered, carrying a small wooden barrel under his arm, behind him someone that reminded the Masamune of a Yojimbo. Tall for a Japanese man, with a mob of unruly black hair, clad in kimono and hakama made from synthetic materials, at his side a pair of swords.
But the Commander had changed since the last time: His left eye covered by a black eyepatch, decorated with his company's logo, part of his already pale skin looking sickly and an elegant bastard sword on his side.
But still, the ever-present, unnerving smile lessened as he caught sight of the lady of the house.
Setting the barrel down and spreading his arms wide he offered a hug. "Colombe du Chasteler. Always a pleasure to see you!" With a slight smile, she accepted the hug.
With a smile, they parted.
"You as well, Florian. I take it you are feeling well?"
A shrug. "As well as circumstances allow."
"And the eye patch?"
"... I don't want to talk about it."
"Bad, I take it?"
"Yes, bad."
"How bad?"
"Bad."
"Ah. That bad. Then I won't pry any further."
He turned towards Toku and bowed. "I know we haven't talked when you helped our mutual friend with her vampire problem, but I have seen you fight, even if only for a bit. Please, don't be too harsh with my stubborn self."
A slight smile from the blade of the pure smith. "Curtana spoke at length of your courage against her, and I have to confess... I look forward to seeing it in action."
Then, it was Curtana's turn. "And you Lady Curtana. As you can see, I am... ready for another go."
A slight smile from the short blade. "That I can see. I have to confess, I doubted their words of you walking and fighting after the wound I dealt you, but seeing to tall and proud... These Cybernetics are marvelous."
A bark of laughter from Kasuyu and the Commander and the Yojimbo shifted from one foot to the other.
And the questioning look he got, the bodyguard smiled. "Aki, bodyguard doll. Worked with him a few years ago. During the Exile, Miss Persica kept me safe and during the Exodus, traveled with her and the rest to Roost. Heard of your skill and wanted to see it myself."
"Executioner wanted to come along as well, but other things kept her busy, so she sent a cask of her personal 'Skullcleaver'" Florian nudged the small barrel with his foot. "as an apology."
"And the sword?" Colombe pressed.
The sole human present unhooked the sheathed sword and handed it to her. "Following the... incident that cost me my eye, I sought a blacksmith capable of forging a sword with the ability to cut the spiritual as well as it cut the material, I found one in Japan who crafted me Todesangst."
"Mortal Fear. Strange name for a sword." Unsheathing the sword, all of the weapon spirits gathered for a closer look. "Hm... Good balance..." she gave the sword a careful swing. "Seems to cut well, from the noise..."
"Colombe... this shimmer... doesn't it look somewhat familiar?" Toku suggested. A nod from Curtana. "I saw something close to it when I fought Norimune."
They all looked at the Commander.
"Ah, you want the smith's name. He was quite secretive and seemed to be well aware of the hidden side of that other world. He even recognized the raw materials I brought him like something out of his ancestor's notes. The blacksmith who crafted Todesangst..." the always present smile became a bit mischievous. "he told me his name was Muramasa."
A/N: Can you guess which world the Commander lost his eye in? Or what he had to deal with if he requested a sword like Todesangst to be forged?
Please tell me If I got the characters right and tell me what you think.
Edit: forgot something: Aki is a character from the upcoming Girl's Frontline Neural Cloud, I just didn't find any pictures of him not on danbooru.
And Todesangst looks like this, with a shorter blade.
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Well, it's nice to see The Commander meet up with Curtana again.
Okay, I'm not sure how he lost an eye, but couldn't he have gotten a replacement one?
Wolf470
USS Exeter (Millenium Falcon class scout)
- Location
- East o' the Sun, West o' the Moon
I never got into the whole 'pokemon' thing... I remember a game on either one of the Sega platforms or a Nintendo one... since they wanted an arm, leg and heart to buy both the platform and the game I declined (had other items for my limited funding to go to (like food)
They won't be harsh but he might want to learn as fast as he can (he wants to be worthy of wielding that Muramasa)
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- Location
- Mountains of Appalachia
A. N. -- A snip set in the future of Ehren and her firstborn girl
Properly Prussian Preparations
Malfoy Manor
31st August, 2031
"Mutti Ehren sent me to tell you that she wants to talk to you now. She's in the Green Parlor, Taube."
The eleven year old girl turned to give a minute cool smile to her older brother Thutmose 'Tut' Malfoy. "Thank you, Tut. I shall be right up to report to her."
Tut shook his head and muttered. "I'd recommend hurrying, the baby was starting to kick again when she talked to me."
Taube promptly slammed the Student's Guide to Hogwarts book that she had been reading closed and headed for the door at the double.
Outside the door to the Green Parlor, Taube took the opportunity to look over her appearance once more.
The young girl in the mirror cocked a pale silvery-blonde eyebrow over eyes the warm golden-brown of the Baltic amber on her hilt back at her. The starched white short-sleeved blouse, black wool pleated skirt, leather belt holding her hunting knife body, the forearm Auror-issue wand holster that Daddy had gifted her earlier today, and white stockings leading to polished brown pumps completed the look.
Alles in Ordnung!
With that Taube rapped on the frame of the open door and stepped inside. "You wished to see me, Mutti?"
Ehren gave her a smile from where she had been resting her swollen ankles while lying on the couch. The older spirit levered herself upright with a hiss of effort and waved her inside. "I did send for you. Please take a seat, Taube. This won't take long, so it won't interfere with the 'going to Hogwarts party' you and Tut have planned."
The reason for her Mutti's effort was clearly obvious in her massively swollen belly thanks to the very late stages of her third pregnancy.
Taube sat down primly in the chair across from Ehren. "Tut said that he's been kicking again, Mutti." She began. "Will you be all right?"
Ehren barked a laugh and rubbed her swollen baby bump. "He's more like doing a tap-dance on my bladder just like you once did, Taube. Don't get me started on that story. I love bladesmithing you and your siblings; don't get me wrong. It's just that right before delivery I feel so bloated. But yes, I'll be all right this time next week once your latest little brother is delivered, dear."
Taube nodded. "I do hope that mein kleiner Bruder Wilhelm arrives on schedule---"
Ehren interrupted in a firmly commanding voice that caused Taube to brace to attention automatically. "He wouldn't dare interfere with seeing you and Tut off tomorrow on the Express or run late on me."
Taube nodded in acceptance of that law of the universe that she lived in.
Ehren then favored her with a small but warm smile. "Anyway, I wanted to give you a few pieces of advice before you leave the nest for the first time, Taube. I won't insult you with reminders to work hard, write home regularly, or live up to your heritage. I know that you will do that. This is more... personal."
The dagger groaned as Wilhelm kicked her again. Then she leaned forward to look her oldest daughter in the eyes. "You'll be selected into your House when you arrive. Just remember that the Sorting Hat tells you where you will need to go to flourish, rather than where you'd like to go. Otherwise I'd have been a Slytherin like your father instead of Hufflepuff."
Taube blinked at this surprising piece of information. "What happened?" She asked curiously.
Ehren chuckled and shook her head. "I wanted to be with the people I knew. Which back then meant mainly Slytherin with Draco and his friends that I met on the Express and in the pre-Hogwarts departure party, or perhaps Gryffindor with Harry Potter, who is another cousin of ours. But the Sorting Hat looked into my heart and soul and decided that I was better suited for 'Hufflepuff where they are just and loyal. Us patient Hufflepuffs are true and unafraid of toil'. I'm glad that it argued me into accepting the choice that was right for me. Eventually. That took my Sorting well over four minutes and nearly Hatstalled me as a result. In hindsight, Slytherin would have been a disaster for me; even though I have ambitions equal to your father, the House culture then was all wrong for me."
Taube nodded, biting her lip as she thought. "So the Hat takes your preferences into account and speaks to you?" She finally said.
"Oh yes. Some of us students are easy to Sort, of course. Eleanor Branstone was called as a Puff right after it plopped on her head, for instance. Speaking of Eleanor, when you arrive be sure to tell Professor Branstone that I said hello if you wind up in the infirmary under her care for whatever reason. Anyway! As for the other advice I have to give." Ehren visibly ran down a mental checklist in her mind. "While your father and I both have our own preferences and guesses where you and Tut will wind up, know that I shall be and remain proud of my Wölfinwelpe no matter if she becomes a Badger, Serpent, Eagle, or Lion when Sorted. Don't look down on people in other Houses just because they aren't the same as your House. I'm walking proof of the value of Cross-House friendships since some of my best and closest friends are Serpents, Lions, and Eagles, not including your father of course. If the Gryffindors invite you to a House party, try to go. If a Hufflepuff invites you to a House party, definitely move heaven and earth to go." Ehren gave a reminiscent smug smirk.
Taube blinked again in surprise. "Everything I read is that the Puffs were just a bunch of hard working duffers, Mutti." She then hastily added. "No offense intended."
Ehren's silver earrings flashed as she shook her head with a grin. "None taken, Taube. Yes, we Puffs are a bunch of hard working, patient, honest, and accepting family who tend to get overlooked more often than not as dull drones. Which we don't mind in the least, generally, as the glue that keeps everyone else from flying apart. But trust me when I say that you haven't lived until you have partied with us Puffs. If you don't believe me, ask your father, Mother Niobe, or Ma Johnston about the first time I invited them to one of our House Parties; that was where we kissed for the first time with all of us drunk off our asses. Especially me." Ehren's broad grin was joined by her blush while Taube boggled.
"Let's see.... What else for advice that I wish that I had known when your Oma packed me off to Hogwarts seventeen years ago?" Ehren tapped a finger against her chin. "If a Ravenclaw asks for you to join him to 'grab some books from their special library', pack a spare uniform and treat it like a hunting trip, so bring extra ammo if you're carrying a gun. Same as a Gryffindor telling you 'it'll be a fun little adventure, in and out five minutes, no problem'. As for the Slytherins, know that if you have one as a friend whom you can trust to the bottom of your steel, they're the best friend that you could ever have. Cases in point: Draco, Greg, Vince, the Carrow twins, and Emma Dobbs. Just be sure to keep your wits and blade both honed when dealing with a Serpent because they can play hardball as a nice challenge to your skills. Getting House Slytherin's respect for cunning and cleverness is something that will warm your heart forever, even if you aren't one of them. Last, and perhaps most important, when you have difficult moral questions, or need wise advice, speak to the Fat Friar, the Hufflepuff House Ghost, who serves the students as the castle clergy. Also let him know I remember him fondly when you do and that I'm thankful for his assistance in my trials back then."
Taube nodded. "I'll keep that in mind, Mutti." The younger spirit said resolutely.
Ehren smiled at Taube. "There's one last thing I have for you as a gift for my little girl before she heads out into the world to make her own way."
With that the dagger gestured with her wand. In response to her spell, a dark wooden jewelry box decorated with Celtic designs and a wolf's head floated to Taube.
Taube opened it and looked at the rosary inside along with a magical photograph of a very frail and elderly priest supported by a deacon. He was baptizing a baby held in Ehren's arms, and the background was the church in Ath that she had gone to when she had visited Oma Colombe's family.
Ehren watched as her daughter took out her antique rosary resting within, running her fingers across the familiar shrapnel scars on the beads and St. Michael medal. "Mutti, this is?" Taube finally asked her mother curiously.
"Your Oma Colombe was issued that during the Great War in 1917, which is where the wounds that it suffered came from. Mutti then lost it during the Second World War while fleeing Belgium to fight on and liberate our homelands. It was saved by some Good Samaritan then and later passed down to Father Jacques. He is the priest in that photograph of your baptism; the priest who brought me to the Faith when I was a lost and injured lamb needing the Good Shepherd. His friendship, mentorship, and guidance has been one of the greatest blessings of my life, and I will treasure it forevermore. He gifted and consecrated his rosary for me as one of my first steps in my journey of faith, for I had desperate need of it. Later, he married me on one of the happiest days of my life. Finally, very shortly before he died of old age peacefully in his sleep, he baptized you at the church in Ath where all us du Chastelers have been baptized as long as we have existed. Now, it is time for you to carry our rosary in turn to help you on your path in life, my beloved daughter."
Taube walked over to embrace her mother, trembling with emotion.
The young girl choked out words in a tear filled voice as she smiled uncontrollably. "Thank you, Mutti! Thank you for everything! I'll make you proud! I promise!"
Ehren's hand covered Taube's holding the rosary and squeezed it gently when they separated their embrace. "I know you will and you already have, Taube. Know that my prayers for you shall ever be with you and that no matter what successes or failures you have ahead in life, I shall forever love you, my daughter." Then Ehren's proud smile turned into a pained but happy expression as her unborn baby kicked her once again. "Just be glad that you will miss the diaper changes for this one."
Both the dagger and the hunting knife dissolved in giggles.
Author's Note: Wölfinwelpe is the cutesy kid name of 'Wolf Puppy' that Taube acquired as a child. She's not the biggest fan of it, but what Mutti wants, Mutti gets in her world so she tolerates it, while accepting that her siblings and parents tend to have their own nicknames. Tut, for instance is Bücherwurm AKA 'bookworm' to Ehren.
Properly Prussian Preparations
Malfoy Manor
31st August, 2031
"Mutti Ehren sent me to tell you that she wants to talk to you now. She's in the Green Parlor, Taube."
The eleven year old girl turned to give a minute cool smile to her older brother Thutmose 'Tut' Malfoy. "Thank you, Tut. I shall be right up to report to her."
Tut shook his head and muttered. "I'd recommend hurrying, the baby was starting to kick again when she talked to me."
Taube promptly slammed the Student's Guide to Hogwarts book that she had been reading closed and headed for the door at the double.
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Outside the door to the Green Parlor, Taube took the opportunity to look over her appearance once more.
The young girl in the mirror cocked a pale silvery-blonde eyebrow over eyes the warm golden-brown of the Baltic amber on her hilt back at her. The starched white short-sleeved blouse, black wool pleated skirt, leather belt holding her hunting knife body, the forearm Auror-issue wand holster that Daddy had gifted her earlier today, and white stockings leading to polished brown pumps completed the look.
Alles in Ordnung!
With that Taube rapped on the frame of the open door and stepped inside. "You wished to see me, Mutti?"
Ehren gave her a smile from where she had been resting her swollen ankles while lying on the couch. The older spirit levered herself upright with a hiss of effort and waved her inside. "I did send for you. Please take a seat, Taube. This won't take long, so it won't interfere with the 'going to Hogwarts party' you and Tut have planned."
The reason for her Mutti's effort was clearly obvious in her massively swollen belly thanks to the very late stages of her third pregnancy.
Taube sat down primly in the chair across from Ehren. "Tut said that he's been kicking again, Mutti." She began. "Will you be all right?"
Ehren barked a laugh and rubbed her swollen baby bump. "He's more like doing a tap-dance on my bladder just like you once did, Taube. Don't get me started on that story. I love bladesmithing you and your siblings; don't get me wrong. It's just that right before delivery I feel so bloated. But yes, I'll be all right this time next week once your latest little brother is delivered, dear."
Taube nodded. "I do hope that mein kleiner Bruder Wilhelm arrives on schedule---"
Ehren interrupted in a firmly commanding voice that caused Taube to brace to attention automatically. "He wouldn't dare interfere with seeing you and Tut off tomorrow on the Express or run late on me."
Taube nodded in acceptance of that law of the universe that she lived in.
Ehren then favored her with a small but warm smile. "Anyway, I wanted to give you a few pieces of advice before you leave the nest for the first time, Taube. I won't insult you with reminders to work hard, write home regularly, or live up to your heritage. I know that you will do that. This is more... personal."
The dagger groaned as Wilhelm kicked her again. Then she leaned forward to look her oldest daughter in the eyes. "You'll be selected into your House when you arrive. Just remember that the Sorting Hat tells you where you will need to go to flourish, rather than where you'd like to go. Otherwise I'd have been a Slytherin like your father instead of Hufflepuff."
Taube blinked at this surprising piece of information. "What happened?" She asked curiously.
Ehren chuckled and shook her head. "I wanted to be with the people I knew. Which back then meant mainly Slytherin with Draco and his friends that I met on the Express and in the pre-Hogwarts departure party, or perhaps Gryffindor with Harry Potter, who is another cousin of ours. But the Sorting Hat looked into my heart and soul and decided that I was better suited for 'Hufflepuff where they are just and loyal. Us patient Hufflepuffs are true and unafraid of toil'. I'm glad that it argued me into accepting the choice that was right for me. Eventually. That took my Sorting well over four minutes and nearly Hatstalled me as a result. In hindsight, Slytherin would have been a disaster for me; even though I have ambitions equal to your father, the House culture then was all wrong for me."
Taube nodded, biting her lip as she thought. "So the Hat takes your preferences into account and speaks to you?" She finally said.
"Oh yes. Some of us students are easy to Sort, of course. Eleanor Branstone was called as a Puff right after it plopped on her head, for instance. Speaking of Eleanor, when you arrive be sure to tell Professor Branstone that I said hello if you wind up in the infirmary under her care for whatever reason. Anyway! As for the other advice I have to give." Ehren visibly ran down a mental checklist in her mind. "While your father and I both have our own preferences and guesses where you and Tut will wind up, know that I shall be and remain proud of my Wölfinwelpe no matter if she becomes a Badger, Serpent, Eagle, or Lion when Sorted. Don't look down on people in other Houses just because they aren't the same as your House. I'm walking proof of the value of Cross-House friendships since some of my best and closest friends are Serpents, Lions, and Eagles, not including your father of course. If the Gryffindors invite you to a House party, try to go. If a Hufflepuff invites you to a House party, definitely move heaven and earth to go." Ehren gave a reminiscent smug smirk.
Taube blinked again in surprise. "Everything I read is that the Puffs were just a bunch of hard working duffers, Mutti." She then hastily added. "No offense intended."
Ehren's silver earrings flashed as she shook her head with a grin. "None taken, Taube. Yes, we Puffs are a bunch of hard working, patient, honest, and accepting family who tend to get overlooked more often than not as dull drones. Which we don't mind in the least, generally, as the glue that keeps everyone else from flying apart. But trust me when I say that you haven't lived until you have partied with us Puffs. If you don't believe me, ask your father, Mother Niobe, or Ma Johnston about the first time I invited them to one of our House Parties; that was where we kissed for the first time with all of us drunk off our asses. Especially me." Ehren's broad grin was joined by her blush while Taube boggled.
"Let's see.... What else for advice that I wish that I had known when your Oma packed me off to Hogwarts seventeen years ago?" Ehren tapped a finger against her chin. "If a Ravenclaw asks for you to join him to 'grab some books from their special library', pack a spare uniform and treat it like a hunting trip, so bring extra ammo if you're carrying a gun. Same as a Gryffindor telling you 'it'll be a fun little adventure, in and out five minutes, no problem'. As for the Slytherins, know that if you have one as a friend whom you can trust to the bottom of your steel, they're the best friend that you could ever have. Cases in point: Draco, Greg, Vince, the Carrow twins, and Emma Dobbs. Just be sure to keep your wits and blade both honed when dealing with a Serpent because they can play hardball as a nice challenge to your skills. Getting House Slytherin's respect for cunning and cleverness is something that will warm your heart forever, even if you aren't one of them. Last, and perhaps most important, when you have difficult moral questions, or need wise advice, speak to the Fat Friar, the Hufflepuff House Ghost, who serves the students as the castle clergy. Also let him know I remember him fondly when you do and that I'm thankful for his assistance in my trials back then."
Taube nodded. "I'll keep that in mind, Mutti." The younger spirit said resolutely.
Ehren smiled at Taube. "There's one last thing I have for you as a gift for my little girl before she heads out into the world to make her own way."
With that the dagger gestured with her wand. In response to her spell, a dark wooden jewelry box decorated with Celtic designs and a wolf's head floated to Taube.
Taube opened it and looked at the rosary inside along with a magical photograph of a very frail and elderly priest supported by a deacon. He was baptizing a baby held in Ehren's arms, and the background was the church in Ath that she had gone to when she had visited Oma Colombe's family.
Ehren watched as her daughter took out her antique rosary resting within, running her fingers across the familiar shrapnel scars on the beads and St. Michael medal. "Mutti, this is?" Taube finally asked her mother curiously.
"Your Oma Colombe was issued that during the Great War in 1917, which is where the wounds that it suffered came from. Mutti then lost it during the Second World War while fleeing Belgium to fight on and liberate our homelands. It was saved by some Good Samaritan then and later passed down to Father Jacques. He is the priest in that photograph of your baptism; the priest who brought me to the Faith when I was a lost and injured lamb needing the Good Shepherd. His friendship, mentorship, and guidance has been one of the greatest blessings of my life, and I will treasure it forevermore. He gifted and consecrated his rosary for me as one of my first steps in my journey of faith, for I had desperate need of it. Later, he married me on one of the happiest days of my life. Finally, very shortly before he died of old age peacefully in his sleep, he baptized you at the church in Ath where all us du Chastelers have been baptized as long as we have existed. Now, it is time for you to carry our rosary in turn to help you on your path in life, my beloved daughter."
Taube walked over to embrace her mother, trembling with emotion.
The young girl choked out words in a tear filled voice as she smiled uncontrollably. "Thank you, Mutti! Thank you for everything! I'll make you proud! I promise!"
Ehren's hand covered Taube's holding the rosary and squeezed it gently when they separated their embrace. "I know you will and you already have, Taube. Know that my prayers for you shall ever be with you and that no matter what successes or failures you have ahead in life, I shall forever love you, my daughter." Then Ehren's proud smile turned into a pained but happy expression as her unborn baby kicked her once again. "Just be glad that you will miss the diaper changes for this one."
Both the dagger and the hunting knife dissolved in giggles.
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Author's Note: Wölfinwelpe is the cutesy kid name of 'Wolf Puppy' that Taube acquired as a child. She's not the biggest fan of it, but what Mutti wants, Mutti gets in her world so she tolerates it, while accepting that her siblings and parents tend to have their own nicknames. Tut, for instance is Bücherwurm AKA 'bookworm' to Ehren.
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"Mou, the Mizuchi stole the space...
"...and the second E from Eleanor."
Maybe warm instead?
So Poppy Pomfrey retired, and Eleanor took over the Medical Wing. Good to know.
- Location
- Mountains of Appalachia
Thank you! Thank you!
That's actually what the Reparo-Wagen is (a cheap beater VW Golf with manual transmission (all Colombe's cars are manual). Which Claire has dented up a fair amount.
And yes, Claire has issues with the stick shift.
Yeah, well it's a periodic thing. As I said, I don't have any plans to have the rosary manifest ever.
Yeah, it doesn't add anything to the fic as/is and we have a character glut.
Well yes, this blew up in her face badly. Now she's having to wash and wax all the cards on a cold day before Mother will remove the Silencing Charm on a certain piano...
Actually this is as good a time as any to address the issue of bewbage for the folks after Draco (and feel free to crosspost this as an informational).
Ehren is (of course) the smallest with the 12 year old avatar not having anything worth mentioning and the 18 year old adult avatar having modest and small breasts. She is very much 'champagne glass' shape so she's an A/B cup. She's got them but not much of them, which goes with her athletic and toned avatar (think of female track & field athletes, ice skaters, or gymnasts for her body type). They get a LITTLE bigger after her pregnancies, but Ehren will always be the flattest of all the girls interested in Draco, although very much female. And as he tells her, 'a handful and mouthful is plenty Prussian for his wishes'.
Johnston is as seen in the KC art. She's definitely bustier than Ehren will be, but nothing over the top. Call her a B/C 'medium breast' type.
EDIT: As per Magister Aurelius's WOG, Niobe is larger in the bust than Johnston, but not notably. Here's Niobe (maybe a touch more upperworks, but not much more)
This is also where Pansy is currently, albeit somewhat larger than Johnston and about the same size as Niobe (thanks to Ravana's reshaping her body, she's right now in Tanner IV-V stage of puberty a bit early). Call Pansy a C-cup who will naturally mature to a C/D 'large end of medium breasts'. The 'flabby udders' comments are mainly Ehren being jealous and bitchy (and a bit sore that Pansy at 14 has more 'there' than she ever will). She definitely needs a bra at this point but no Gag Boobs, just high side of average.
Kamilla is 18 so well into Tanner V and has a rack. Call her a C/D to D cup where Pansy will be in four years. This is part of the reason that Kamilla calls Pansy little girl, because she's got more there than Pansy (currently) does, which gets Pansy's goat since she's proud of what she's got. Kamilla definitely needs clothing support but again, no Gag Boobs.
Then we get to the cruisers. Cleo, like all the other Didos, is VERY busty, so D-cup plus. Look up Azur Lane Sirius for the body type.
Cleo is a big fan of magical support garments with cushioning charms and can Marshmallow Hell Draco if so inclined. So yes, no doubts that she's a woman in that quarter.
Yeah. Ehren would snark and throw shade regardless if Pansy was anywhere from 'bee stings' to 'who implanted the watermelons?' level of chest, because there's no love lost and a lot of bitchiness there. Not helped by Pansy trying to use said bewbs to get Draco's attention in front of Ehren, which fuels the jealousy and general bitchiness.
Pretty much yes, although Cortana will be helping Ehren a fair amount.
Which is a very good point. Ehren in any event is taking this advice to heart.
Yeah, which is something that Ehren is slowly realizing.
Yep, and eventually as seen to the oldest du Chasteler by blood granddaughter of Colombe where it will be passed down then.
It's a joke.
Very VERY nice! I like it! (one minor note. Colombe is a Muramasa herself)
Oh I hope to make it interesting when Ehren and pansy lock horns again.
Thanks! Fixes made, post de-Mizuchi'd.
Yeah, well Eleanor is one of the main trainers for Medi-wizards now (a decade after she and Ehren graduate) and just got hired as junior staff at Hogwarts here. She eventually takes over the medical wing, yes. Also they are still very good friends (for instance, Eleanor was one of Ehren's bridesmaids and vice versa).
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Cue Schild breaking down in tears when she learns the name, as Wilhelm was the name of the newest magical German Potter when she last saw them back before WWI.
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