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There were a great many things that someone could do to get on Aaron Abraham Aragon's bad side. From berating the Battle Mage to just being annoying.
Mainly annoying. He thought to himself as he watched his sister practice one of her elemental fields of magic namely water. Veins of water twirled around her as her arms took on a golden hue, the water orbiting her like ribbons. Her smile anything but innocent.
He focused once again by closing his eyes and was about to start his own practice when she did it again. He growled out his annoyance loudly and quickly dried himself and was about to counterattack when their mother interrupted.
"Hey no fighting!" She shouted from the kitchen down a hallway while she prepared dinner. Aaron glared at his sister fiercely while Emilia stuck her tongue out at him.
It had been weird growing accustomed to their mother's presence. For the both of them.
She had not been a large part of their lives up until recently as she had always been dealing with the family's businesses and had not had any large influence on their upbringing. Their father, while he was a very influential political powerhouse, had also been largely absent but was more involved than she had been as he would always reign them in when they got out of control when their grandparents couldn't. It was their elder relatives that had them raised into what they were today.
They did not resent her for it, quite the opposite. But seeing and interacting with her constantly when she used to only appear during the evening meals, had a weird affect on both of the Mages.
They became more competitive in trying to gain her attention. At first, it had been harmless pranks they would play on each other but as they grew more comfortable with the Spanish countryside manor it turned the schoolyard firecrackers into the more bottle rocket-type pranks.
Now they were at the point where setting each other aflame or encased in a tomb of solid rock would be considered one of the more harmless pranks they did to each other.
They were currently wearing gym clothes and were in the family sitting room performing a myriad of both physical and magical exercises while simultaneously waging a silent but lethal prank war.
"Food's ready!" She shouted down the hall after a half hour. Aaron and Emilia both collapsed onto their backs at the announcement. They were extremely exhausted and hungry. They were drenched in sweat and an unspoken truce was said as they slowly raised their aching bodies to and made their way to the dining room.
They entered the hallway that would take them to the dining room where a strong scent of marinated steak and baked potatoes complete with steamy vegetables as well. Their mouths all but drooling at the prospect of a large and heavy meal.
They quickly entered the dining room. A long polished oak table with six ornate chairs on each side while one chair occupied each end of the table. The table itself was piled to the brim with steak, potatoes and vegetables and salads on the right side of the table where the plates and cups were also located.
"I took the liberty of preparing more steak. It seems you guys are pushing yourselves harder than before." Pamela in a white apron said.
"No complaints from me." Aaron said quickly as he piled food onto his plate.
"None at all." Emilia added on as she also piled on food onto her plate. Battle Mages were known for their large appetites and could put away a lot of food due to their need to always be fit.
They began tucking in their meal while Pamela looked on appreciatively.
While they did eat a bit over the top, they were quite respectful about it. Aaron's head ducked low so as to maximize the intake but also taking a minute to chew what he was eating while Emilia had a bit more manners in that she sat upright and was taking smaller bites but she did also eat a lot.
They sat in comfortable silence for the next hour. Aaron stared at his half-finished glass of soda while chewing the last of his food while Emilia tucked in the last of the rich salad. Pamela had finished her food way earlier and was instead sipping on a glass of wine. She decided this would be a good as time as any to let them know what would be going on in the coming months.
She cleared her throat to get their attention. Emilia set her silverware down while also grabbing a white napkin. Aaron leant backwards in his chair while putting his hands behind head and turning to her.
"Hogwarts." She began but as soon as the word left her mouth her children reacted. Aaron's face contorted in disgust while Emilia exclaimed. "Westeros is better!" Emilia was about to continue and Pamela could see that Aaron was about to add on to support his sister but Pamela had other ideas.
She slammed her hand down which quickly received their attention. She had seen her late husband do this many times before to reign them in.
"You will still be receiving your normal classes to finish your schooling." Her tone brooked no argument from either of the twins. "However, I expect for you to keep the fact that you are a Battle Mage on a need-to-know basis. The Council has agents everywhere."
"What about the Inquisitor that is supposed to be teaching us?" Emilia responded harshly. "How are we supposed to trust them?"
"Your private tutoring on your battle and elemental magic will be from an ancestor portrait of yours who was a Battle Mage and lived long enough to study most of the aspects of being one before he was killed."
"Just like we will be?" Aaron said went forwards in his chair and dipped his head down to scratch the back of head, apparently stressed about all of this. The mood immediately turned solemn at his comment.
There was no answer but Aaron continued. "Well, I guess I don't have any plans of being killed any time soon." He said a bit sarcastically. Pamela offered a small smile. It was one of the reasons why her and Eric never spent a lot of time with them. The honest truth of it was that they didn't want to bear the burden of losing their children and so tried to detach themselves from the twins.
Emilia responded as well. "I also don't have any plans for my death." Pamela internally saddened at their cynical behavior. This wasn't how kids their age were supposed to act. They were supposed to be worried about their schoolwork or a boyfriend or girlfriend not their deaths.
She decided to lighten the mood. "We have been invited by the British Minister of Magic to attend the Quidditch World Cup. It's America versus France."
"You really think that going is a good idea?" Emilia remarked sarcastically. "There will be Inquisitors everywhere." Aaron nodded his agreement.
"I actually asked about the security and the only security there will be British Aurors since they are hosting the event." She said as she took another sip of her deep red wine.
They looked thoughtful before Aaron spoke albeit sounding as if it was one of the worst decisions of his life. "When is it?" He choked out. Emilia looked defeated about something.
And then something snapped loudly outside.
And there you have it!
I want to get this story rolling so expect a little more content in each chapter as well as shorter delays in chapter releases!
Until Next Time!