Note: my goodness Jeanne can speak English now, wat? Enjoy the story

More notes: if text is underlined and in quotations "like this" it means they are not speaking out loud but through each other's heads (it will be explained more in the story.

10 year time skip.

November 26th 12:36 pm

In the next ten years I had to teach both of them everything about the 20th century, including teaching Jeanne English. That was not fun. We yelled a lot, and I went through about one set of plates/bowls/cup each month. They are surprisingly easy to throw if you are aiming at someone's head.

Anyway, once everything that needed to be learned was learned, and the concealment spell was tinkered around with enough so you could do one three people at once for years at a time life started to turn around. There was no more fighting or breaking plates or any of what we had been doing. It seemed the their second lives were starting to come together.

That was until June 23rd when Jeanne came up with the stupidest idea known to man…

"Oh Emma please? Just zink it zrough a least. I'll cause no 'arm I promise," Jeanne said trying to persuaded me.

I sighed and set down my cup of coffee, "I know you'll cause no harm but you need to really think about this. Even with the concealment spell in place you're still a blond haired blue eyed French girl. I mean I think they are going to put two and two together, it is not going to work."

"Fine," she huffed.

"Oh Emma, let her go," Amelia said popping into my mind, "I mean it is a week without a French accent."

"Alright go! Be France assistant!" I said in defeat, "But at the first sign of trouble, including the concealment spell wearing off, any sign of Them," we all shuttered when I mentioned the evil ones, "Come home, ok?"

"Oh merci beaucoup Emma! I swear you won't regret it!"

*~~~~*One week later*~~~~*

"Zat was a terrible idea ," Jeanne said as she slammed the fount door.

"Told you," I said taking a sip of my scalding hot coffee.

"Oh you don't even know!" she said throwing her hands up in the air and leaving the bags she had brought with her at the door, "All zay did was fight! And don't get me started on 'ow clueless Amérique is!" she yell whipping her gaze to Amelia who had just walked in.

"I have no clue what I did, but whatever it is I'm sorry," Amelia said when she saw Jeanne staring at her with a nasty glare.

Ok this chapter didn't have to exist but it does. I really liked it and it helps kinda with the plot.

Until next chapter,

Evil.