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Chapter 14

"Well that was odd," Harry declared to an empty garage.

When Harry had offered her hand to shake, the blonde had tensed before tersely replying that she didn't shake hands.

Though it seemed more like Harry had done something suspicious with the way the blonde had narrowed her eyes at Harry's hand.

Either way, the fact remained that the blonde had proverbially 'clammed up' and the only thing that Harry had gotten before she sped out of the garage was her name.

Rosalie Hale.

Harry thought that it was a fitting name – the beauty of a Rose and what not.

But this particular Rose was a strange one.

After all, no one had ever siphoned her magic before.

Upon the initial thought of the blonde being a Veela, Hadrian had surreptitiously projected her magic around the woman, trying to at the very least read the woman's aura.

Her magic had found nothing to react to.

At first.

As Harry spoke to Rosalie, she willed her magic to wrap closer around the woman, to try to coax her aura out (there were actually many persons who knew how to suppress their aura).

Nothing happened, until Harry's magic faintly brushed against alabaster skin.

For the brief moment Harry's magic had touched Rosalie's skin, some of it had been – drawn into the blonde's body.

"Interesting." Harry had thought. She had then retracted her magic as she gave a noncommittal wave to what Rosalie had said (and Harry hoped that the blonde hadn't become apprehensive because she had sensed what had happened).

"Would the same happen if there was skin to skin contact?" Harry thought, even as she intoned a standard remark about the Patriarch of the female's family.

"Only one way to find out."

"I'm Hadrian Potter, but you may call me Harry."

Harry stretched out her arm and well, a few moments later she was the only one in her garage.

…Okay so perhaps Harry had had ulterior motives and the blonde had had the right to be suspicious of the handshake.

But honestly, her magic being absorbed was one of the most interesting thing that had happened to Harry thus far.

Deciding to ponder it at a later time, preferably after she had a warm bath and some tea, Harry sauntered towards the staircase that led up to her apartment scheme.

At the very least, meeting the blonde made for a refreshing change of pace.

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A/N: Of course Harry wasn't just talking to Rosalie. And yes I made Rosalie skip out on the handshake. Don't mind too much about that. So I'm working on this theory about how Harry's magic reacts to/with various...elements of the Twilight world. It's been interesting thus far.

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