Author's Note

This is the second story in my Clockwork's Apprentices series. It's advisable that you go and read the first story (Mission: Mixed Justice) before you continue. But I can't force you to do anything so continue on at your risk if you haven't.

This is a multiple crossover between Harry Potter, Danny Phantom, Percy Jackson and the Olympians, the Legend Trilogy, and Avatar: the Legend of Korra. Information pertaining to these are as followed:

Harry Potter: This is taking place about a year after Fantastic Beasts and Where to Find Them in New York City. It's simply for my preference because I loved the movie and learning, even just a smidge, about the magical creatures in the wizarding world. So I'm playing off of that. Most information pertaining to the magical side during this time period has been taken from Pottermore and I do admit I have yet to read every entry about the American magical world, but I have enough to hopefully make this somewhat accurate.

Danny Phantom: This isn't a story containing Danny but Danielle. If you personally prefer Danny, I do implore you to at least read this story and the previous one. In my personal opinion, Danielle was created around the time Danny was 15, making a 3 year difference between the two. In this story, Danielle is 15, making Danny and his friends 18 and Jazz (if she ends up being mentioned at all or shown) is 20 to 21.I have taken the liberty of giving Danielle powers very different from Danny's and that's better explained in the first story I wrote. On top of that, Danny is to become king of the Ghost Zone (I've always liked this idea) but as you read and know from the previous story, there's complications. I won't try to ruin it just yet for the new readers. On a side note, Danny and Sam are dating, even if it's just mentioned and not shown.

Percy Jackson and the Olympians: This is to an OC of mine, Nevidebla Good, daughter of Hermes. It's been roughly over a year since the Second Giant War, peace between the camps, and yadda, yadda, you get it.

The Legend Trilogy: This is to another OC, Caspar Braddock. The story, if you go by the dates of when Marie Lu provides them, is just kicking it for him, though it's only mentioned and not explained into depth. (If you are curious about dates, I had used them in my first story because of the format Young Justice had with their shows. In this story, they won't be utilized so if you had liked them, sorry, but I'm not going to go back through and add them.)

Avatar: the Legend of Korra: This is to yet another OC, Michi Yamauchi. It's after the third season in this cartoon series, so it's in that stalemate of no news from Korra, the Earth Kingdom is in shambles, Kuvira is trying to rebuild it, and the airbenders are helping out on that front. The rift between Kuvira and the Bei Fongs hasn't happened yet, and I do need to find out the rough time when it does happen, though Michi is a little suspicious of Kuvira, as anyone in his position of seeing other worlds would.

DISCLAIMER: This is for the entire story from start to finish. I own nothing. Even my OCs are iffy on if I truly own them or not, which I more than likely don't. There is no way I own Harry Potter, Danny Phantom, Percy Jackson and the Olympians, the Legend Trilogy, and/or Avatar: the Legend of Korra. No way, no how.

On a side note, I apologize in advance for an OOC-ness. I do try and get the characters into, well, character, but I sometimes find myself stumped on their attitudes and motives even after looking everything I need up.

Now let's get to the story.

ONE

Information Overload

They were given a week within their own worlds to tie up loose ends and explain to anyone that cared that they would be gone for an undiscernible amount of time.

Within that time limit, Michi had gathered different metals to use from his own world; Caspar had gathered more pieces for his inventions and acquired more information about the Patriots and the ongoing terrorism of some street con named Day; Nevidebla got her foster siblings out of the home and convinced Chiron to let them stay at Camp for her since she was afraid of what would happen since she could easily be gone for years; and Danielle had clung to her cousins, not really wanting to leave, especially knowing the only time she'd see one of them were the small respites between missions, and even then, those times would be filled with crash courses on the next dimension they were going to. Their lives had become hectic and topsy-turvy, but not even one of them complained as much as they had a right to do. They could see the gravity of the situation, especially when Michi, Caspar, and Nevidebla were informed of how bad Pariah Dark actually was, and how these prisoners they would have to retrieve could be so much worse.

It had happened on the last mission. When two worlds had connected by force, a vortex had created in the Ghost Zone. What had been the worst part, was the fact the vortex had formed within the Nightmare Sector, the area were specialized prisons for the vilest beings in all existences throughout the multiple dimensions had witnessed were stored. The vortex had sucked some of the prisons into its torturous whirl, spitting them out through small pockets into other dimensions. That left the Apprentices of Clockwork to go into different worlds to retrieve these prisoners. It was either to retrieve an undamaged prison or to recapture a prisoner whose prison had become destroyed. This was the first mission out of four.

"This is it?" Michi asked when they were summoned back to Clockwork's Tower, holding the small packet. Granted, it wasn't as small as the last mission's, but he really wanted another file. Or a stack of files. Nevidebla was already scanning hers quickly, her hazel eyes soaking in the information. One good thing about Nevidebla: she remembered everything she read. It was why her packet was a little larger and the font just a smidge tinier. It was information that could be useful, but wouldn't if everything went on the smoothest route possible. Caspar's was almost like Nevidebla's with the packet full of information but the font was the same size as Michi's and only had what looked like a page—or seven—extra. He could memorize and was the second best at retaining information it was no wonder he had some more, too. Just encase.

"We are on a time crunch," Clockwork stated, his gloved hands tightening around his scepter ever so slightly.

Michi didn't know if he should snort at that bad pun.

Nevidebla solved the crisis by just being her compulsive self and letting out the loudest snort anyone has heard.

"Good one, CW," Nevidebla laughed, sending their mentor a cheeky smile before looking back down at the packet. Michi finally started to skim his own, noting it was all about the upcoming world. There was nothing about the prisoner that was sent there. Nothing to describe the prison: what it looked like, what its shape was, or who it contained.

"There's nothing about the prisoner," Michi stated, worry entering his voice. Clockwork handed out a smaller, flimsy packet to each one of them. Again, Nevidebla's looked to be a little bit bigger and Caspar's only by a page or two. "Thanks."

"Before you continue," Clockwork said, floating in front of them, spectral tail flickering back and forth in agitation, "I will give you a quick overview. I must send you off immediately. As soon as you arrive within the world, find somewhere to stay and read the packets."

The four of them nodded in unison.

"You will be arriving in New York City in the late 1920s—1927 to be exact," Clockwork stated evenly. "This world has a magical subdivision that does not want to be discovered by those who are non-magical, especially Americans. The packets provide information on the local government, typical spells used in defense and those that are helpful in other situations that can and will arise, and information on the more prominent witches and wizards in America you might come across."

"So, we have to blend into the magical world?" Danielle asked, flipping through the packet before seeming to find something. "Clockwork, it says wands are used. None of us can use a wand."

Clockwork smirked at that, causing Michi to be a little weary of what was coming up next.

"Michi and Caspar cannot," Clockwork answered easily, "neither has a core nor are blessed by Hecate."

"So, Dani and I can use wands?" Nevidebla asked, raising an eyebrow but her eyes glittered. "I like this idea very much."

"I don't," Caspar grumbled. Michi nodded in agreement with his redheaded friend.

"I have a friend of mine in this world construct wands that can perform magic, albeit simple and commonly used spells, but it will be magic nonetheless," Clockwork answered easily before looking at the two girls in the group. "Because of your ghost core, Danielle, and your ability to manipulate the Mist, Nevidebla, you both are able to wield the magic in this world. The best way to blend into the magical side is to use a wand. Do not try to use your abilities without them unless there is no other option. Wandless magic is rare and two fifteen-year-olds should not be able to accomplish such a task.

"Couldn't we say we're prodigies?" Nevidebla asked mildly.

"No, that will draw attention to you that you do not need," Clockwork answered with great patience. "It is advisable to not draw the magical government into this."

"What about the wands?" Michi asked. Clockwork waved his stopwatch scepter and four wands appeared on the table the four had been sitting at. Michi picked up the fine-grained, ivory wand in front of him.

"Despite what I told my friend, she insisted on making sure the woods used for these wands matched you and Caspar appropriately," Clockwork stated. "She said aspen suited you, Michi, while Caspar's is made of dogwood."

"Ours are more complicated than that, aren't they?" Nevidebla asked, holding up her ornately carved wand, the handle seeming to fit in her hand as comfortably as the hilt of her sword.

"Yours is a rowan wand with a dragon heartstring core," Clockwork answered. "She advises I tell you to at least give it a wave. If it doesn't work, you will have to go to her wand shop and test out all of them."

Michi cringed at the thought. Nevidebla shrugged and waved her wand about, glowing white mist swirling off the tip. Clockwork nodded, showing the wand was good before looking at Danielle holding a warm-wooded wand.

"Larch with a Thunderbird tail feather core," Clockwork supplied. "I've already placed all the clothing for this mission in the rooms, ready to be switched out with the ones you already have."

The four left the observation room and headed to the personal rooms placed into the Tower. Before, they were only used for changing into clothes. Now ... Michi had a feeling he would become very acquainted with the bed inside. He found the pile of clothes, all loosely designed the same way in varying shades of blacks, greys, and a few random splashed of color thrown in, most being varying shades of red. Michi pulled on the weirdly long pants. Next came the boots, looking fancier than what Michi was used to with soft, shone leather and laces running up them to keep them in place better. Michi pulled them on, happy to see they covered the metal prosthetic on his left leg, followed by the annoying button-up shirt, a charcoal waistcoat, and some weird hat that was more floppy cloth than anything else with a brim that probably went over his eyes. There was a brief moment of crisis before Michi placed the hat on his head of what to do with his dark brown hair. There was a vague feeling it was probably too long to be highly appropriate in the day and age he was entering. He decided he'd just pull it up underneath the hat and call it good. It was weird to be in the clothes, his brown skin being set off by the dark colors and he could only guess what they did with his grey eyes.

Michi switched out the clothing in his bag. Actually, it was more like a briefcase with hidden pockets that were a little bigger than normal due to magic. Clockwork had handed them out before they went to see their worlds again, saying to keep them in the rooms, they would be needed on the mission. He picked up the briefcase, threw the long black trench coat Clockwork had provided over his arm, and headed back.

Caspar was already there, something Michi was sure was his own magical power in some way. He was dressed in an outfit stylized similar to Michi's except his pants were a mahogany shade, his shirt was white like Michi's, his waistcoat a deep blue color, and his own hat was a simple brown instead of the red like Michi's, covering most of his jaggedly cut red hair. The differences between them besides color was the fact Caspar wore shoes more like loafers and a tawny coat that reached down past his mid-thighs and ended at his wrists. His pale skin was as sickly looking as ever while his green eyes sparked with an inner fire that had always reminded Michi of firebenders.

"Nemean Lion pelt?" Michi asked, tilting his head at the coat. Caspar nodded wordlessly, examining the packet again with much more intensity. Michi could see his wand sticking out of this coat pocket. "Maybe hide the wand in a better spot, though."

Caspar nodded wordlessly, absentmindedly hiding the wand in the waistband of his pants, hidden beneath his shirt, waistcoat, and coat. Michi looked over as Danielle entered the room. Her long black hair was piled high on top of her head, hidden beneath some black hat shaped like a deep bowl with yellow ribbon wrapped around it, and she wore some long black skirt that ended just above her ankles with a loose fitting yellow sweater-shirt on top and these strangely white stockings on her legs that could be seen beneath her skirt. A long black coat billowed behind her since it wasn't buttoned or tied around her waist. Low-heeled, single-strap black shoes were on her feet and her face crinkled in hatred as she walked a little clumsily over. Michi grinned cheekily at their leader who rolled her sky blue eyes and punched him in the shoulder.

"I just hate heels," Danielle snapped.

"It could also do with her knee injury. According to Nevi, she's supposed to be in physical therapy at this time," Caspar tacked on helpfully, briefly glancing upwards before resuming his reading.

"Thank you," Danielle said with a nod. Michi was about to respond when Nevidebla came storming in. She wore a dress that ended just at her knees in a simple slip-like form in a deep green. Black stockings were on her feet with her own low-heeled, single-strap black shoes on, though she moved much more easily in the shoes. Her pale blonde hair had been weaved into a braid before she twisted it around her head, looking for all the world like she didn't care if it was technically part of the time period or not. There was a hat that looked like Danielle's in shape but the base was silver with a green ribbon matching her dress wrapped around it and looked a little crooked on Nevidebla for some reason. An off-white coat was half buttoned and untied. She approached the others, the packets of paper in hand while her other gripped her briefcase tightly.

"I. Hate. Dresses," Nevidebla snarled out.

"But you look so pretty," Caspar cheeked, green eyes not even leaving the packet.

"Screw you," Nevidebla snapped.

"Let's not start," Danielle groaned.

Clockwork floated over to the four, interrupting anything Caspar and Nevidebla were about to say.

"Remember, you are only to obtain this prisoner, not to interfere in anything else going on in this world unless it will end up routing back to the original mission. Understood?" Clockwork asked.

"Yes, sir," Danielle answered with a nod.

"Gotcha," Nevidebla saluted.

"Won't let you down," Caspar stated, shoving his packet of information into the pocket of his coat.

"We will be fine, Clockwork," Michi stated. Clockwork smirked, red eyes glinting with humor.

"I advise you put your coat on now, Michi," Clockwork said, sweeping his arm out and creating a portal. Michi just had time to pull it on before it was his turn to step through out of his friends.

When they appeared on the streets of New York City, Michi looked around intently. The buildings were tall and, when compared to the ones of the mission before, rather old. Everything was clumped together on each street, sidewalks wide for foot traffic while streets were filled with cars shaped more like the ones back in his dimension, but a lot nicer and more solidly built. The four of them had ended up in a side alley clear of any onlookers.

"Let's find a hotel or something," Danielle said, interrupting whatever Michi was thinking.

"Do we even have money?" Caspar asked.

"Clockwork provided us an unlimited amount of money in the pockets of our coats," Nevidebla butted in, reaching into one of her coat's pockets and pulling out a few coins in gleaming silver and copper. "Everything will cost less than what we're used to for the most part, but it's still the same concept of money management."

"Would it be easier to find something to eat and ask any locals of a cheap place to stay? We'd be able to kill two birds with one stone," Caspar suggested, holding his stomach. Michi had to agree. It was past midday and none of them had properly eaten since they had gotten back from their dimensions.

"Sure," Danielle answered with a nod before looking at Nevidebla. "Why don't you lead the way? You do seem better at locating what we need in a compact city."

"Or in every city we've encountered," Caspar jabbed.

Nevidebla simply shoved Caspar's shoulder before walking out, leading the remaining three down sidewalks and across streets. Her steps were sure and if Michi hadn't known she was as lost as them, he'd have assumed she had grown up in New York City all her life. They passed by buildings and Nevidebla stopped outside a bakery called Kowalski Quality Baked Goods. She turned and gestured to the building.

"This good?" Nevidebla asked.

"Yeah, let's go in," Danielle said, slipping into the building with the others following her. Michi stared in wonder at the creations. They were shaped like creatures, one reminding him of a platypusbear cub, except not as ferocious. Another was like a bulbous rhino while another was a cross between a sloth and monkey, and covered in thick white icing.

"These are so cool," Nevidebla whispered, pointing at the pastry creations. "We gotta have some."

They approached the counter and ordered. Danielle seemed scared to eat the strangely shaped creations, settling for a simple Danish pastry. Nevidebla ordered the creation covered in icing, Caspar got the bulbous rhino, and Michi got the platypusbear cub.

"Thank you," Danielle said, handing over the money to pay for their purchases.

"Have a good day," the baker said with a grin. He was a chubby man with a long face, brown hair, and dark brown eyes. He wore a white apron over his clothes and his hands were covered in flour.

"Do you know a good place to stay the night?" Caspar asked. Michi was almost shocked that his friend was the one who asked. Usually they left the impulsive behavior to Nevidebla.

"There's a hotel a few blocks away," the baker said, his eyes narrowed as he looked at them. "Why do you kids want to know?"

"Our parents are trying to find a decent place," Nevidebla interjected, making a fast gesture between her and Caspar. "They want to find some place while we enjoyed a little New York sight-seeing."

"I hope you enjoy New York then," the baker grinned, but his close-set, dark brown eyes still held suspicion.

"Thank you," Michi said with a grin and nod as the four finally left the bakery. Once a few stores beyond the bakery, all four relaxed a little. Michi reached over and smacked Caspar upside the head.

"What?" Caspar snapped, rubbing his head but looking sheepish.

"That was stupid," Danielle deadpanned.

"Even I knew not to ask him," Nevidebla pointed out.

"Why not?" Caspar asked.

"Because they're going to get suspicious by four teenagers asking for a place to crash, especially in a group of mixed genders who look nothing alike," Danielle stated.

"Oh," Caspar whispered.

"Let's just be happy Nevi at least thought up a lie in time," Michi said, looking around, "and find this place he mentioned."

"Yeah, but how are we going to get the room?" Caspar asked.

"The Mist," Nevidebla snarked, crossing her arms. They looked at her. "The person behind the counter will except to see two grownups and two kids. If we give them that, we got the room."

"Let's do this," Danielle agreed with a nod.

"Who should the parents be?" Michi asked. Nevidebla smirked, an almost uncomfortably sly one that sent something into his stomach that made him wearier of his friend more than usual.

"Why you and Dani, of course," Nevidebla answered. Caspar snorted at that, looking for all the world like he was in on the joke. Michi didn't understand.

"Why not you? You can lie insanely well," Danielle reproached.

"Yeah, but I need to focus on the Mist. To do what we're doing, I need to constantly be aware of everything and change everything accordingly. This is a little more than I'm used to, and you know it," Nevidebla stated.

"But you can usually do illusions while you're fighting," Michi pointed out, not really believing what Nevidebla was saying.

"While fighting, the brain concentrates on the fight and forgets about other details. Because of this, it's easy to manipulate them into seeing an illusion. You know exactly what they want to see. This situation isn't battle and some people are better at seeing the little things while others aren't," Nevidebla explained.

"What are they going to think when we walk in with two adults and two teenagers and leave with four teenagers?" Danielle asked.

"I can hopefully create the Mist to create two people who look like you and Michi. But don't immediately act like they're there because I don't know if I can. Let the employee initiate the amount of room we need and we can go from there," Nevidebla explained, wringing her hands.

"Fine," Danielle sighed, walking towards the area of the hotel. "Let's get this over with."

It was rather shocking how quickly it happened. Michi barely remembered the lies Danielle weaved or how the Mist created double vision for Michi: one moment it was just him and his friends, the next there were replicas of him and Danielle standing near Nevidebla and Caspar while the actual two were checking in. The whole ordeal left his mind confused and befuddled, eliciting in him face planting into the pillow of the couch immediately. He felt someone flop down on top of him. Michi made no move to push them off, just let out a groan at the extra weight.

He heard moving and twisted his head to see Caspar had decided to flop himself on top of him. Danielle had slouched herself into a chair and Nevidebla was sat on the floor, going through her packet quickly, rocking back and forth while her hands fidgeted with the paper. Michi watched as the English words shifted into Ancient Greek underneath her fingertips. He knew he needed to read the information, but he was like Danielle and Caspar: he didn't want to.

"MACUSA—or the Magical Congress of the United States of America—was created back in 1693 and followed the introduction of the International Statute of Wizarding Secrecy," Nevidebla read aloud, knowing no one else wanted to pick up their own packets. "It was modeled on the Wizards' Council of Great Britain which predated the Ministry of Magic currently in existence today. Representatives of magical communities are elected to create laws both police and protect American wizardkind. How nice. I wonder how they're doing now," Nevidebla had grumbled the last sentences almost bitterly before continuing louder. "The primary aim was to rid the continent of Scourers—corrupt wizards who had hunted their fellow magical beings for personal gain. Apparently, a lot of wizarding criminals had fled to America from Europe. Not that surprising considering the time period."

"Nevi," Danielle groaned, cutting off her rambles before they truly began.

"Sorry," Nevidebla muttered. "The first president was a Josiah Jackson. Very warlike and was appointed by his fellow representatives because he was considered tough enough to deal with all the difficulties following post-Salem Witch Trials. President Jackson's—hey, I just realized they have their own President Jackson! Probably ten times as good as Andrew Jackson to be honest. Bah! Not!"

"Nevi," Danielle bemoaned again, giving their blonde friend a sharp look.

"Sorry," Nevidebla mumbled again, flipping through the packet. "Anyway, Jackson's immediate priority was to recruit and train Aurors—magical law enforcement personal basically. The first dozen have a special place in the U.S. history, actually. Clockwork even gave the list of names. Do you want them?"

"Might as well," Michi grumbled.

"Wilhelm Fischer, Theodard Fontaine, Gondulphus Graves, Robert Grimsditch, Mary Jauncey, Carlos Lopez, Mungo MacDuff, Cormac O'Brien, Abraham Potter, Berthilde Roche, Helmut Weiss, and Charity Wilkinson," Nevidebla rattled off. "Only two survived into old age. Wilkinson became the third President while Fontaine's direct descendant is working at Ilvermorny School of Witchcraft and Wizardry. Doesn't say the exact job this Agilbert is holding. Also, the Graves family remains influential in American wizarding politics to this day."

"My brain is going to be mush," Caspar declared.

"All our brains are going to be mush," Danielle agreed. "Continue, Nevi."

"There's not cooperation between No-Maj government and MACUSA," Nevidebla began.

"No-Maj?" Michi echoed.

"Non-magical people," Nevidebla provided. "British wizards call them muggles."

"We're in that world?" Danielle asked excitedly, straightening up.

"You didn't realize that sooner?" Nevidebla snarked, eyes glittering just as ecstatically.

"You guys can't change anything," Caspar warned.

"It's not like we can," Danielle sighed heavily. "We aren't even in the right decade to do so."

"Yeah, the series takes place in the 1990s, not the 1920s," Nevidebla tacked on.

"Stop this talk and get back to overloading our minds," Michi groaned.

"Okay, so no cooperation between magical and non-magical governments. The first location for the headquarters were in the Appalachian Mountains," Nevidebla said.

"I don't care what you say: I am not going back into those mountains!" Michi snapped.

"I said it was the first location. In 1760, it was relocated to Williamsburg, Virginia, which was home of President Thornton Harkaway. Oh, uh, this president bred Crups—a type of magical creature that looks like a Jack Russell Terrier with a forked tail with a devotion to wizards that's only surpassed by the amount of aggression towards No-Majs," Nevidebla cringed as did the rest of them. "Okay, not running into any Crups if I can help myself. At least those things got him kicked out of office in disgrace for breaching the Statute of Secrecy when they attacked local No-Majs."

"Fuck," Caspar summarized the feeling of terror permeating the room perfectly.

"Continue," Danielle ordered in a shaky voice.

"MACUSA relocated to Baltimore where President Able Fleming had his home. But they moved after the Revolutionary War outbreak and the arrival of the No-Maj Congress, heading to Washington," Nevidebla read. "In Washington, President Elizabeth McGilliguddy—heh, gilliguddy—presided over the infamous 'Country of Kind?' debate of 1777, discussing the issue on whether the magical community owes their highest allegiance to the country in which they made their homes or to the global underground wizarding community? This, of course, was during the Revolutionary War on whether they help No-Maj Americans be liberated from the British Muggles. Officially, they didn't engage after sending a message to the Ministry of Magic on if they were intending to join the fight and response was that they were "sitting this one out" and McGilliguddy—heh, gilliguddy—responded with "mind you do". I like her. She's sassy," Nevidebla ended with a knowing grin.

"Continue," Caspar announced when it looked like Danielle wouldn't.

"Unofficially, there were American witches and wizards who did help their No-Maj neighbors and the wizarding community celebrated Independence Day with the rest of the American society. Hurrah!" Nevidebla exclaimed, raising her hands in sarcastic excitement.

"Anything else?" Michi groaned.

"Yeah," Nevidebla sighed, seeming to glare at what was coming next. "In 1790, Rappaport's Law came into play. It was created under President Emily Rappaport—hence the name—and was created because of one of the worst breaches of the International Statute of Secrecy ever known. Faex."

Nevidebla stared down at the packet in shock. Then she started to laugh uproariously.

"What?" Caspar asked, looking the most intrigued since they arrived in the hotel room.

"Don't leave us hanging," Danielle urged.

"Basically, the daughter of Rappaport's Keeper of Treasure and Dragots and a Scourer descendant almost exposed the existence of magic worldwide. Way to go, America," Nevidebla laughed out. "The law forbids intermarriage and even friendship between wizards and No-Majs in the United States."

"Shit," Caspar whispered.

"That's putting it lightly," Michi muttered.

"MACUSA's base remained in Washington until 1892, when an unforeseen uprising of the Sasquatch population caused another security breach. Let's go with someone got fired and there were mass Obliviations. Looking for a new refuge, wizards infiltrated the construction team of a new building in New York. It's the Woolworth Building, able to house both No-Majs and—if activated with the appropriate spell—transform into a space for wizards. The only outer mark of the new secret location was the owl carved over the entrance," Nevidebla said.

"So, it'll be easy to find if we look hard enough," Michi said.

"But only if we desperately need the government's help," Danielle added on.

"Which, knowing our track record, is a bad idea," Caspar added on.

"Sadly," Nevidebla grouched. "During this time, the President is a Seraphina Picquery from Savannah. The Department of Magical Law Enforcement is the largest department of MACUSA. Rappaport's Law is still in operation and several offices in MACUSA have no counterpart in the Ministry of Magic back in Britain. Oh, Clockwork put a note that our wand permits are in the inside pocket of our coats, left side. We need these or we could be in serious trouble. Thing is, we better not break any serious laws, because here, it's not being sent to some prison, it's being executed."

Michi felt his throat tighten. They really had to watch their step here. One wrong move, one wrong run-in with magical law enforcement, and they could be dead.

"Anything else?" Danielle whispered.

"That's it on the government," Nevidebla said, pushing the packet way for a moment. "I'd say let's crack out the other packet but I can see your guys' brains are mush."

"Just a little," Caspar snarked, rubbing his head. Michi finally decided to push his friend towards the end of the couch and sat up.

"We can look over what this prisoner is about tomorrow. Sound good?" Nevidebla asked, looking out at the sky. "It's rather late and we should start early tomorrow anyway. Even if the packet says the prisoner likes dark places better, we want the information more than we want to confront it immediately."

"Agreed," Danielle said, standing up and stretching her back. "Okay, we got two beds and a fold out couch. Any plans for sleeping arrangements?"
"The beds are queen-sized. You and Nevi take one while Michi and I take the other," Caspar said, standing up and grabbing his briefcase.

"Sounds good," Nevidebla stated, standing up and collecting her packet and briefcase. "See you guys in the morning."

"You too," Michi yawned, getting up from the couch and making his way to the bedroom he would be sharing with Caspar. Michi sat down and began to work on removing his prosthetic leg, glaring at the gleaming metal. He still wished his leg was flesh and blood, still the same brown color of his skin and didn't need his mind to readjust itself so it was constantly bending the leg subconsciously as it acted like the real thing.

"You okay Michi?" Caspar asked, flopping onto the bed ungracefully after changing into a pair of striped pajamas.

"Just thinking," Michi said, placing the leg on the bedside table and changing into his own pair of pajamas. Silence descended onto the pair.

"Are you going to take Clockwork up on his offer?" the redhead asked, breaking the silence.

Michi knew exactly what he was talking about. Clockwork had given the four of them an idea to dwell on: they could leave their own dimension and reside in one of their teammate's instead. But only after these last missions were over with. Michi understood. Being exposed to many different dimensions, seeing the stark differences, and knowing very few and far between had animals quite like his had made him question on if he really wanted to once the suggestion was given to them. But as he kept thinking it over, Michi knew he really wanted to get away from his world. It wasn't for him. Despite the connection with bending that some people in his world had, Michi just wasn't cut out for it. He'd seen too much to be comfortable returning and staying. There was no one to talk to about his adventures. Danielle had her cousins and Nevidebla had her camps. Michi had nothing, just like Caspar. If anyone understood the daunting feeling of keeping something like this holed up within them, it was Caspar.

"More than likely," Michi answered honestly, sitting on the bed and stretching his legs out.

"Which one would you join?" Caspar asked.

"Probably Dani's," Michi answered instantly. Caspar smirked, seeming to know something the brunet didn't but wouldn't share despite the inquisitive glares Michi shot his way.

"I'd join Nevi. Her worlds sounds awesome and I know for a fact I'd fit in her camps and could handle her monsters now. Besides ... I'd get good blackmail on her and Isaiah," Caspar said, hinting at the debacle of their last mission, and Nevidebla's not-quite-yet boyfriend no matter how much the blonde denied it. Michi nodded, not at all surprised. Since the moment the two had gotten over the argumentative phase, they were like siblings. They still bickered and teased, but there was underlying warmth and protective feel to it. Nevidebla had literally almost lost her wits when Caspar had been separated from the group on the last mission because the redhead couldn't get over his compulsive tendencies with unknown technology. Michi would swear they were more like siblings than actual siblings Michi has met over the years and adventures.

"Let's get some sleep. We have a long day tomorrow," Michi groaned, pulling the covers back and slipping into them. Caspar nodded and did the same, turning so his back was to Michi. The brunet only had enough time to worry about how much this mission could go wrong before he was asleep.