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My Muggle Girlfriend Chapter Eighty-Three - Accidental
"Why do these things always happen to me?" said Kagome. "Fuck my life."
George thought there was a valid reason for Kagome to be cursing, all of their furniture was currently floating. His young self, even his adult self, was marvelled by this display of wandless and silent magic, but it would have been even more impressive if the caster have done it consciously. It was fun back when the dishes danced. When the knives decided to join the ballet in an air performance, things started to get rough.
George tapped a fork that decided to swim dangerously close to him.
"Can you fix it?"
"I've been trying," said George, "but your magic is quite stubborn."
"You told me not to suppress it!"
"I know! Easy, love." George dodged a plate and pair of spoons. Surprisingly or not, none of the floating items seemed to want to get near Kagome. "For untrained wizards and witches, accidental magic is related to their emotions. You said it was the same with your Reiki, remember?" She nodded. "You got excited and lost control, that's all. We will fix it."
Kagome frowned, not fully believing him. George could fix it. Fred and he had to learn several different cancelling spells so they could have at least a minimal safety while experimenting, but he wouldn't waste a chance to see what Kagome could do. He was every bit disappointed when she dismissed the education - and Merlin will forbid Fred from ever knowing he was disappointed that someone wasn't looking forward going to school - but he understood her reasoning. However, if displays like that became a common occurrence, they would have to rethink her decision.
George stood behind Kagome, held her wrist and raised her arm to shoulder level.
"A wand is only a tool to channel magic, like your arrows. I can use your Reiki without them, right?"
George was sceptical about the similarities between the energies, but that was the only thing he could think to use as an analogy. Both you are born with and react according to your emotions when not properly trained. Couldn't be that much different.
But Kagome didn't really pay attention to what he said. Instead, she leaned against him, rubbing her nose on his arm.
"I like your scent." Kagome breathed deeply, inhaling his natural perfume. Her eyes were closed and she didn't see the couch landing on their side. Neither did George, as he was too focused on Kagome to realize anything else.
It's been awhile since they had a moment like that, with all the moving and having to get used to their working schedule in addition to everything else. George hoped their routine would slow down soon but if the growing bump on her belly was any indication and if their child was anything like her father or uncle, it was a vain hope.
Only much later, when Mama, Grandpa, Souta and Fred got home, they realize the mess in the house.
At least they had a good story to share.
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