Chapter Eleven: Welcome home, Babbit-chan
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*********************************************************************** She arrived at the Magic University roughly fourteen days later. The first one of her family that noticed as she approached their house was Froy. Again, he was sitting on the porch and playing his flute.
"Don't you ever do anything else?" Babbit asked, smacking him on the head.
"Only when I have to." He lowered the flute from his lips. "Listen, Babbit, as soon as Mother and Father are through making a fuss over you coming back, there's something I gotta talk to you about."
"Really. And what might that be?" She asked, sitting beside him on the steps.
"For now..." He closed one eye and smiled mischievously. "That is a secret." She blinked in surprise at his sudden imitation of Xellos.
"Shut up, namagomi." She smacked him on the back of the head.
"Since when do you imitate Filia?" He asked, rubbing the back of his head. She closed one eye and smiled mischievously.
"That is a secret." She answered haughtily, and walked in to the house.
"Heh. Set myself up for that one." He smiled a little bit, and resumed playing the song.
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"How long are you planning to be home for, Babbit?" Froy asked over dinner. She stared up thoughtfully.
"That's a good question." She sipped milk from her glass.
"You're welcome to stay as long as you want." Zelgadiss commented from where he sat at the table.
"Thank you, father." She set the cup down. "But there are still many things that need attending."
"Will you be gone for a long time?" Yeshta asked, her face showing a hint of worry.
"It's difficult to say, mother." Silence hung in the air for a moment as Babbit thought. "When you kill a sorcerer, his spells will disappear, right?"
"You're not talking about Lina, are you?" Yeshta asked in surprise.
"Oh, no, not at all. I am referring to someone much more... Troublesome."
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Oooh! A troublesome sorcerer! Who do you think she's talking about? R&R, please!