Protected
Epilogue
Mercy ran up the stone steps of the Hyperion Hotel. She flung the door open and five pairs of eyes fell on her face. She tossed her messenger bag on the ground and began to babble excitedly.
"School is absolutely smashing. The teachers are dolls, the kids are kind, and the work isn't so bad. Connor should come. Really, enroll him, Angel. I mean, the school has rows and rows of lockers and crowded halls. So many colorful clothes, too. No boring uniforms like usual. The kids talk so much, too. And they all aren't so stuffy. We used to have to be so quiet. My locker was jammed and I did a little spell, then it popped open. No one even noticed. I never used magick at my old school. Magickal means would have been noticed. I met this girl named Rachel. She's really nice. She had four of my classes. And..."
Connor kissed her soundly, thus ending the ramble. Fred smiled.
"I think he's learnin' from ya, Wesley."
"Well, there are worse things he could pick up than how to shut our girlfriends up."
Fred elbowed Wesley gently. "I, for one, adore your cute little babbles, but my sister's are quite annoying."
"She's just excited."
Fred leaned up and kissed him softly.
"She seems happy."
"She is happy. She's secure. She can practice witchcraft. She's got a boyfriend and apparently a new friend. She's got a family that cares for her."
"You've got a family that cares for you."
Wesley pulled her closer as they stared at the younger couple. They realized things had finally worked out. It had taken a long time to get there, but they had finally reached it. Bliss.
Epilogue
Mercy ran up the stone steps of the Hyperion Hotel. She flung the door open and five pairs of eyes fell on her face. She tossed her messenger bag on the ground and began to babble excitedly.
"School is absolutely smashing. The teachers are dolls, the kids are kind, and the work isn't so bad. Connor should come. Really, enroll him, Angel. I mean, the school has rows and rows of lockers and crowded halls. So many colorful clothes, too. No boring uniforms like usual. The kids talk so much, too. And they all aren't so stuffy. We used to have to be so quiet. My locker was jammed and I did a little spell, then it popped open. No one even noticed. I never used magick at my old school. Magickal means would have been noticed. I met this girl named Rachel. She's really nice. She had four of my classes. And..."
Connor kissed her soundly, thus ending the ramble. Fred smiled.
"I think he's learnin' from ya, Wesley."
"Well, there are worse things he could pick up than how to shut our girlfriends up."
Fred elbowed Wesley gently. "I, for one, adore your cute little babbles, but my sister's are quite annoying."
"She's just excited."
Fred leaned up and kissed him softly.
"She seems happy."
"She is happy. She's secure. She can practice witchcraft. She's got a boyfriend and apparently a new friend. She's got a family that cares for her."
"You've got a family that cares for you."
Wesley pulled her closer as they stared at the younger couple. They realized things had finally worked out. It had taken a long time to get there, but they had finally reached it. Bliss.