Omg. i am so grateful to all the lovely end of book reviewers for a brotherly concern. Thank you all so much.

so as promised this is my witches sequel.

quick recap, although I would recommend reading the prequel.

Canon PnP. Witchcraft exists. Magic is wieldable using each of the four elements. Not everyone is magical. Major PnP changes are that Lydia did not elope, she was kidnapped bu a cult ,including Mrs Forster and Wickham (everyones fav bad guy!). They try to hoard magic, believing that magical beings should rule over non. Mrs Forester took this a step further and was trying to transfer innate magical ability to wickham. He was caught, she was not.

Any more detail will be clarified as we go. I hope!

Re this story. I a, not quite finished, and had lost my muse a while ago. hopefully posting will restart my magical brain! I have never failed to post quickly and finish my stories and I dont intend to now. That being said, blame Lpinney if this is the first (lol lpinney;)

I have placed the rating as M. This is for marital relations, mostly later chapters, and magical fighting (non graphic). I hope that doesnt put too many people off, but please don't read just to get upset.

Anyway, reviews are welcome, mistakes can be pointed out, im looking forward to going on this journey with you.

chapter 1

Mrs Elizabeth Darcy, nee Bennet, yawned and stretched and rolled over. Her eyes fluttered open and she focussed on the hangings around her bed. They were white, gossamer thin material with little spring flowers subtly woven in, the woven thread was so pale that you could barely see the elusive pattern. The rest of her room was equally spring-like in its decorations. A mix of colours and neutral shades it was cheerful and friendly and Elizabeth loved it. In truth she had barely had to do more than refresh a few of the soft furnishings, so similar were her tastes and the former Lady Anne Darcy's.

The feeling that washed through her was contentment, she had married the man she loved, her family was all safe and well and she was living in London and an important member of the ton. The next feeling was one of unease and a tinge of sadness. She looked across at the empty bed, too large for just herself and the familiar feeling of loneliness came.

It was the same on most mornings for Mrs Darcy. She knew that everything was alright, and yet nothing was quite right. As always she tried to think back to when things had started to go wrong.

Her path to happiness had not been smooth or easy, far from it. Her first marriage proposal from her now husband had been a thunderstorm, literally. Things had improved until Wickham and Mrs Forster had show their true colours. At the time she had been scared, fighting for her sister's life, and eventually fighting for her own. In hindsight it had been a bit of an adventure but one she would rather stayed in the past. Lydia was well, settled and married to a good man. Her letters had been showing signs of maturity and Elizabeth had hope that she would turn out well.

Her sister Jane had also suffered disappointment, this time at the hands of friends and family. Not all well meaning, luckily things on that front had turned out for the best and her sister was in London with her, enjoying the season and being the new Mrs Bingley.

At home things were going as well as could be expected. Kitty had come on remarkably and her father was relieved to find someone sensible left to converse with. Her mother was... well some things would not change. She had tried to push both of her daughters on the new gentleman in the neighbourhood, Mr Sanderson the new attorney, but he was too new to the area to be seriously thinking about a wife.

Her new sister, Georgiana, was sweet. She was a little shy and Elizabeth found it hard to talk to her sometimes. She liked her very much but on some days she wished her sister would talk just a little louder or with a little more conviction. She was no ally when faced with challenges and on some days she wished for one. Elizabeth immediately chastised herself, after all Georgiana had suffered she was being petty about the girl not talking enough when in company. How horrid was that! She shook her head and moved on.

All of the thoughts so far today had been pleasant, mostly, all the lovely people in her life and her family. Her face turned to a frown, so what was wrong? Truthfully she could not really pin point what was wrong, she thought back to her courtship and subsequent time as Mrs Darcy, the memories brought a smile to her face...

...

They had stopped and were facing each other on the path, trees sheltering them from the view of others.

"I find my feelings hard to describe. They have undergone such a transformation. It turns out I hardly knew myself before and now, sir, you can be assured that you have my sincerest devotion"

He reached up and cupped her face, Elizabeth closed her eyes and leaned her cheek in to his hand, relishing the touch

"And love Elizabeth?"

"I will love only you"

A look of heartfelt delight spread across the gentleman's features and Elizabeth smiled in response, feeling her insides melt with just the warmth in his look

"Dearest, loveliest Elizabeth. You have bewitched me, body and soul and I love you, most passionately. Will you do me the extraordinary honour of becoming my wife?"

Tears sprang to Elizabeth eyes, there was only one thing to say, two simple words.

"I will"

For a brief moment the two felt they were the only ones in the world, all else faded as they looked in to each other's eyes. Then Darcy's eyes flicked from Elizabeth's eyes to her lips and her breathing hitched. She tilted her chin, ever so slightly, a subtle invitation. Darcy needed no other and his head dipped his lips brushing hers in the most light of kisses, he withdrew slightly and observed that her eyes had drifted shut and he leaned down again. This time the pressure was greater, lips moulding and moving against each other, his hands drifted down her back gathering her close to him in a tight embrace.

...

The first kiss had resulted in fireworks, a light kiss, the second had more depth and the ground had moved underneath their feet. She had since shared many a kiss with her betrothed, and her now husband, but nothing quite so spectacular. Their kisses as a betrothed couple had been passionate and fulfilling but as soon as they were married something had changed. His kisses were brief and his face was always filled with an anguish. Did he not like kissing? She had puzzled over such questions for hours.

Then there was the wedding night. She had expected something amazing, life altering. But there was something missing, something wrong, and again she could not figure out what. She was transported back to that day.

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They had arrived in London from Hertfordshire. Darcy had thought she would like to sample some of the little season and he knew she would need some new dresses, Derbyshire winters were cold and she had to consider her new station. They had alighted from their carriage, she had a flush to her cheeks, the carriage ride was the first time she had been alone with her husband and was allowed to be. They had talked, held hands and yes they had kissed, plenty.

She had met the staff, they were friendly and welcoming. Content to see their master so happy, happy to finally have a mistress. Elizabeth was awed by the size and beauty of the house, she looked around taking in the splendour of everything. Darcy was looking fondly at her, finding himself all the happier to be seeing his house through her eyes.

They had settled in to the parlour and sipped tea when they were interrupted by the butler.

"I am sorry to disturb you sir, there's a messenger here, says it is urgent!"

"That's alright Graves. I will be there momentarily."

He stood up, kissed her head and whispered "I'll count the minutes" before kissing the sensitive spot under her ear and leaving her.

Elizabeth had happily been shown to her room and refreshed herself, changing out of her travelling dress in to a gown. She was just looking around her room when there was a knock. Smiling she opened the door

"Do come in... Oh, I am sorry" she blushed furiously and looked away from the rather startled looking footman, who was likely as red as she was "I was expecting Mr Darcy" she mumbled and waited before realising she should ask him "was there something I could help you with? Um"

"Peters, ma'am. I just needed to give you this" he held out a piece of paper.

Elizabeth looked at the paper with confusion, then realised the footman was still looking at her expectantly, she reached up and took the paper and he bowed and left. A moment later she closed the door.

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Dearest Elizabeth

Something has come up, a matter of urgent business. I am so sorry for leaving you alone on your first day in your new home. I promise to make it up to you later.

All my love

Fitzwilliam

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Ok, so I know I am in trouble already, but you know me! quick updates!...