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Returning to the Creeps

Calla noticed the two bullies as she walked into the Great Hall for some breakfast before leaving on the train. Humming a happy tune as she made her way over, "Chang, Edgecombe," Both froze and began to shake slightly, "Eager to get home? I know I am."

"Y-yeah," Chang's smile was stiff. "Is there something you need, Potter?"

Calla tapped her chin lightly before shaking her head with a beaming grin, "Nothing really, I just wanted to wish you a wonderfully normal break."

Both promptly paled as Calla walked past them to her usual seat, Ron looked up from his breakfast to comment, "Times like this make me very glad that we're friends, Calla."

"Agreed," Vivian plopped into the seat next to him as Calla took her normal seat, "You can be pretty scary when you want to be,"

"And just think that I haven't even scratched the surface of what I can do to them," Calla replied causing Vivian to give her a curious look while Ron gained a pained look.

"Please don't give the twins any ideas," Ron begged her, "Or at least, convince them to target someone other than me with them,"

Calla offered Ron a reassuring smile, "Don't worry, I won't be sharing those ideas with them."

"LJ will, won't he?" Vivian asked earning an innocent smile from Calla, "You're going to put them into contact with him?"

Ron paled at the question and gave Calla a beseeching look as he shook his head wildly. While he didn't know the truth about LJ, he'd heard quite a bit about some of the pranks the killer clown had pulled though many of them were cleaned up for non-Pasta ears. Oh, the poor boy was still a bit too sane to properly enjoy the chaos that would happen as soon as the monochrome clown met the twin gingers. She reached over and patted him on the shoulder, "Don't worry, Ron. I'm not going to put them into contact with one another until a few conditions are met. A: It's their final year which means they deserve to go out with a proper bang. B: Someone manages to make me truly angry which is when all the stops will be pulled out not just putting those two into contact with LJ. C: The wizarding world needs a damn good wake-up call. Or D: The world is going to hell anyway, so why not make the end a bit more fun."

Calla pulled her hand back to get started on her breakfast as Vivian commented, "Huh, I'm actually curious about what it would take for someone to manage option B."

"Quite a bit actually," Calla buttered her toast, "I have Papa's level of patience when it comes to open stupidity,"

"And when someone manages to actually get you to that point, you turn absolutely vicious," Candy Pop said as he sat down beside Calla, "I shudder to think of what kind of hell you'd unleash on the wizarding world if someone was stupid enough to make you reach that point,"

Vivian and Ron both had looks of morbid curiosity on their face as the former asked, "What happens when she reaches her breaking point?"

"One of two things will happen," Candy Pop held up a finger, "One: She'll explode in a fire-storm of anger and pretty much do her best to strangle you much like Lily had been want to do when someone managed to piss her off that badly. Two: She'll go completely blank and you'll find yourself in a world of pain when you least expect it," Calla smiled pleasantly as the two looked a bit surprised at the explanation, "Option one is the better option because at the very least she'll calm down sooner. Option two is the scariest option because she can and will do just about anything, she'll only stop when she feels that you've suffered enough,"

"The last time option two happened was a year after I started living with Papa," Calla smiled lightly as Candy Pop shuddered slightly, "Let's just say there is a reason that certain people don't come around the mansion very often unless they know I'm not there,"

Sonic.E.X.E, Red, Dark Link, and the Rake avoided the mansion for a damn good reason. The first three had come to the mansion and treated Ben like shit in front of her while the Rake had made Sally cry. The game trio had also insinuated that Jason wasn't a good father and Calla's mother was a whore. Yeah, Calla hadn't taken that very well especially when Sonic called her a stupid little cunt that would turn into as big a whore as her mother. Needless to say, the first three never came back to the mansion when she was there unless they absolutely had to. As it was, she'd only forgiven the Rake not that the creature knew that seeing as they hadn't been around one another since she'd made him regret making Sally cry.

Vivian whispering to Ron made Calla snap out of the memories, "And this is why I'm so glad we're friends."

"Well, I doubt that you'd ever manage to piss me off to that point," Calla offered the two a smile, "My patience with you two is higher than it is with other people due to the fact we're friends. Though if you do manage to make me reach that point, you'd be faced with option one rather than option two,"

"Remind me never to piss you off or, at the very least, can you tell me when I'm reaching the limit of your patience?" Vivian asked earning a nod, "Good,"

Jason led Jareth threw the crowded station as his cousin grimaced, "I'd forgotten just how polluted this city is."

"True enough, but it is easy to ignore when it comes to the fact that we can get quite a lot done in the city without drawing too much attention," Jason led the way past the barrier.

Jareth shuddered with a grimace as he walked through, "I truly do despise the wizard that came up with that one. Fae magics are so much more tolerable and fun."

"Considering the fact that they're trying to stay hidden, people dying because they brushed against the wrong wall or leaned against it would make that moot point," Jason led the way to his usual spot removed from the crowds and leaned against the wall, "Adding on, naturally cored magicals aren't bloodthirsty for the most part,"

"A shame that they've changed so much," Jareth let out a low sigh, "I remember having so much fun with those four magicals. Especially that Godric and that Helga,"

Jason felt a little shocked as he commented, "I didn't know that you knew the Hogwarts Founders."

"Who do you think assisted them in creating the school? Well, my goblins did. I just assisted with making it a bit more fun," Jareth grinned a bit clearly enjoying whatever memories were running through his mind.

A thought occurred to Jason, "Do you know about the Chamber of Secrets? Or the Basilisk?"

"Chamber of Secrets? That's what they're calling Salazar's workshop now?" Jareth snorted with a sneer, "As for the basilisk, I vaguely remember Salazar performing experiments on such a beast though you'd be better off summoning Rowena's spirit than asking me about them. I was far more interested in Godric and Helga than Salazar's experiments,"

Jason wondered what was inside the workshop before pushing that out of his mind. While he was curious, it was doubtful he'd ever actually see it. The basilisk was a far more pressing matter. If it'd been experimented on by Salazar, could it be reasoned with? What had the wizard done? Could it be killed by them? Would it's killing gaze actually kill them? What about it's venom? So many questions that would take actually finding the basilisk to gain their answers, he truly did not like the English magical society since it continued to bring about so many questions.

Jason was shaken from his musings as the train pulled in and its passengers disembarked. He smiled as Calla slammed into him, "PAPA!"

"Hello, My precious little doll," Jason bent down to hug her and noted that she'd grown at least an inch since they'd parted earlier in the year, "How was your trip?"

"Fun!" Calla's eyes glowed with mischief, "We played poker," She grinned brightly, "I won~"

"Only because you cheated," Vivian accused as she reached them with Candy Pop and Hermione.

"It's only cheating when you get caught," Calla replied with a grin, "Besides, no one said I couldn't use my abilities,"

Jareth let out a laugh, "It's wonderful to see a young one embrace their heritage."

"Uncle Owl!" Calla let go of Jason and hugged Jareth around the waist, "I'm so glad we get to spend Christmas together!"

"Me neither," Jareth smiled at Calla as he hugged her back, "I can't wait to show you more about your heritage, Little Owlet,"

Calla practically vibrated in excitement, "I can't wait! It'll be sooooo much fun~"

On the one hand, Jason was very glad that his daughter wanted to learn more about her heritage. On the other hand, Calla spending more time with Jareth left a bad taste in his mouth. The reason for that was fairly simple: He was jealous of how quickly Calla had taken to the elder fae. It had taken months to get Calla to fully trust him while it had only taken Jareth a matter of hours to get the same amount of trust. He understood that it was a sign that Calla was healing and a sign that she had enough fae in her to recognize members of their family simply from the feel of their energy. It was a sign that he'd actually been teaching her how to use her ability to sense energies properly. Logically speaking, he understood that, but emotionally speaking, it made him jealous.

The look Jareth shot him over Calla's shoulder said that the elder fae knew what was going through Jason's mind. After all, they'd discussed this quite a bit since he'd first contacted the goblin king though most of those conversations occurred over alcoholic beverages guaranteed to get them drunk. While they both remembered those discussion due to the fact that the fae had perfect recall save for certain situations that involved curses, it was easier to ignore said conversations once the haze of alcohol faded away. He grimaced a bit, but nodded to the older fae before focusing on Vivian and Hermione as the first asked, "So where my dad or uncle?"

"Jeff had a job to do while Liu is still working on what he's doing for his boss," Jason answered as Calla let go of Jareth.

"And Cane?" Calla looked around with a frown, "Where is she?"

"The Ministry of Magic," Jareth answered as a grin tugged at his lips, "Getting her qualifications as a lawyer renewed,"

"I didn't know Ms. Crane was a lawyer," Hermione murmured in surprise.

Calla spoke as Jane joined them, "It one of her favorite jobs though she hasn't used it in awhile. She's doing it for Siri, isn't she?"

Jason nodded as Calla looked at him for an answer, "It's easier than paying for a lawyer with a tack record that we don't exactly know. Considering the fact she's won every case she's ever gotten bar a select few, Siri will definitely be free by this summer if not sooner."

"She's that good?" Vivian asked as Hermione looked at Jason in awe.

"My sister can be very persuasive when she wants to be," Candy Pop looked proud of his sister.

"That's not counting all the dirt she can use on people," Calla pipped up earning a horrified look from Hermione.

"She'd actually blackmail people?" Hermione squeaked with wide eyes.

Calla rolled her eyes, "Yes, but only if she knows the jury has been bribe by someone or won't be neutral."

"Anyway," Jason decided to cut off the conversation, "We should get going. I want to be able to hear everything about how you've been since school started,"

They began leaving only to be stopped by Narcissa Malfoy, "Mr. Maker."

"Lady Malfoy," Jason greeted the woman while noting that her husband wasn't present, "No Lord Malfoy today?"

"He's caught up in work," Narcissa offered him a pleasant smile before looking at Calla, "Hello, Heir Potter,"

"Lady Malfoy," Calla greeted the woman with a light smile, "Draco,"

"Calla," Draco replied from beside his mother, "Mr. Maker. Everyone,"

Narcissa spoke as Jason offered her a curious look, "I know that my son has already spoke with your daughter and delivered a letter that I'm hoping will be passed onto you soon enough; however, I feel that a face to face approach would be for the best. We are throwing a ball two days before Christmas and I believe this year would be the perfect one for your daughter to be introduced to the Pureblood circles as it will give her a taste of what awaits her once she takes on her ladyship. Adding on, I would like to offer lessons in what is expected of a Lady in the Pureblood circles."

Jason remembered Calla mentioning such an offer during their last conversation over the phone, "I don't see why we can't attend the ball though I am still unsure about the lessons. If you wouldn't mind, I'd like to wait until after the ball before deciding on whether she can take the lessons or not."

"Of course," Narcissa dipped her head, "If you'll excuse us, it has been awhile since I'd been able to properly spend sometime with my son,"

"Of course, thank you for the offers, Lady Narcissa, and pleasant evening to you," Jason replied and the Malfoys took their leave.

Vivian spoke once they'd left the magical portion of the station, "Did anyone else think she had a stick up her ass or what?"

"Vivian!" Hermione looked horrified at the question.

"It's called acting like a noble," Calla said as she walked beside him, "And somewhat. Nobles have to act all high and mighty in public otherwise people won't respect them as much. I mean Draco acted like he had a stick in his ass before we got him to relax, remember?"

"Calla!" Hermione glared at Calla, "Not you two!"

Calla and Vivian both gifted Hermione blank looks before the latter commented, "Yeah, I do remember that. Does that mean you'll have to act that way?"

"Not really since House Potter has never really gone with the flow according to the books I've been reading that the goblins send me," Calla replied as they made their way out of the station, "They've been more in touch with the common folk seeing as they embraced their more common roots rather than try to forget them. Some traditions and stuff do have to be observed, but that's at serious functions like Balls," Calla looked a bit eager, "I'm actually excited to put some of the stuff Splendor and Tender taught me into practice. It'll be nice to see how good I am at fooling people into thinking I'm a prim and proper lady of the court,"

"So you're basically going to try your hand at acting like a princess or something from one of those plays you like?" Vivian asked earning a nod.

"But of course, Lady Vivian," Calla's voice took on a proper English accent as her posture straightened, "If I did anything less, I would shame my most noble and ancient heritage bestowed upon me by my dearest Uncle James," Calla offered Vivian a light smile, "I cannot act as a gutter rat among those of my social standing. I am not a degenerate after all," Calla reached over to push Vivian's mouth closed, "My dearest Lady Vivian, you'll catch flies like that,"

Vivian shook her head slowly, "Calla, I did not expect that."

Calla giggled softly behind her hand, "What else would you expect of me, Lady Vivian? I am after all a Lady of the Court and must act accordingly."

"Please stop," Vivian begged with a vigorous shake of her head, "You're creeping me out,"

Calla dropped her hand with a laugh, "So do you think I can fool them?"

"Yes. I don't even think you need those lessons Draco's mom offered," Vivian shook her head.

As they walked out of the train station, Hermione asked, "How are you such a good actor?"

"One of the main things you'll learn while living with us is how to act and blend in properly," Calla explained causing Vivian to give her a shocked look, "I've spent years learning how, so I'm pretty damn good especially since I hone it by acting in plays and stuff while we traveled as I grew up. You two will learn as well since it is a needed skill once you snap. After all, how are you going to convince people that you couldn't have possible committed a serious crime like murder?"