"What were you two thinking?" A blonde girl screamed. "We didn't know where you went! We didn't know if you were even alive!"

"Getting major Harry Potter vibes here," Harley whispered under her breath.

"How do you even know if this is the right girl? We could have to erase her memory!" Harley's eyes grew as wide as saucers.

"My memory?" She choked out. Wynn laid a hand on her shoulder.

"We won't have to because she's the right girl. First of all, I read her mind."

"You read my mind?" Harley yelled.

"Second of all," Wynn started, ignoring Harley, "we switched to the enlightened language in the middle of the conversation and she was able to speak it. And she's speaking it right now."

"And she caught fire to those boxes. I saw it with my own eyes," Ricky said much more quietly than Wynn. Blonde girl ran a hand down her face.

"Let's just chill out for a moment, Foster," an exact replica of Wynn except older and his eyes more blue said, walking toward Blonde girl.

"Chill out? My kid went missing Keefe! Our kid!"

"I understand that. But, he's ok now. And so is Ricky. They're perfectly fine and they found the girl." Foster sighed.

"You're right. You're right." Teal Eyes looked down.

"I can't get onto Ricky. I did the same thing when I was younger with Sophie," he said, pointing to Foster. He had an amazing accent that was crisper then a British accent. She couldn't place it.

Foster or Sophie? Harley wondered. She decided it wasn't that important.

"Yeah but I didn't so I can," a woman said, pushing her way through. "What in the world were you thinking Kenric? You had me worried sick!"

"I'm sorry, Mom," Ricky whispered. "I didn't want to let Wynn go alone." Ricky looked a lot like his mom, except she had silver tips on her hair and silvery blue eyes, not teal. They were still beautiful though.

"Don't ever run off like that again or I will lock you in your room and you won't be able to come out until you're in elite levels do you understand?" Ricky nodded shakily. Harley sat on the couch awkwardly. She had no idea where she was or who she was with. And she had to get to school.

"I hate to you know, jump into this obviously very important lecture but I really need to get to school," she announced as she stood up. Wynn grabbed her arm.

"Wait. You can't leave yet." Harley snatched her arm away.

"I can and I will," she growled. Keefe chuckled.

"I like that girl," Harley heard him say.

"Can you tell me you're name?" Sophie/Foster asked sweetly. Harley looked at all of the adults, taking in their appearance. There was nothing that said she couldn't trust them. But there was also nothing that said she could.

"Her name's Harley. Unless she's a secret agent and gave us a fake name," Wynn answered for her through a smirk. Harley glared at him.

"She wasn't asking you smart as-"

"My name's Sophie," Sophie interrupted. "How old are you?"

"13," Harley whispered. Sophie smiled at her. Harley couldn't help but just stare. How were all these people so freaking good looking? She noticed though that Sophie was the only one with brown eyes.

"I know this is a lot to take in. Trust me. But, we just have to test a few things. Do you get it?" Harley shook her head, deciding to be as honest as she could. Sophie laughed. "Yeah I didn't either. It doesn't hurt though. And we can do this the simple way with no scary creatures until we get a more responsible adult here."

"Because we all know we're not responsible enough," Teal Eyes said with a smile. Sophie rolled her eyes.

"You know what I mean, Fitz." Fitz. Weird name. "So, you caught fire to some boxes?" Harley didn't answer. "You can trust us. I promise." Suddenly she felt a hand on her shoulder and she jumped.

"Sorry. Didn't mean to scare you," Keefe said. "I'm getting some major fear and worry from her." She furrowed her eyebrows.

"How do you know that?" Keefe smirked.

"I'm just amazing."

"He's an Empath. He can feel your emotions," Sophie asked, obviously trying not to smile. Harley buried her head in her hands.

"This is so weird. I have to be dreaming." She felt someone pinch her arm, causing her to yelp out in pain.

"You're not dreaming," Wynn told her matter-of-factly. Before she could stop herself she ignited a flame in her hand and walked toward him. His eyes grew twice their normal size and he jumped over the couch running to the far end of the room. All the adults grabbed Harley's arms carefully, avoiding the fire in her hands.

"Yep. She's definitely one of us," Keefe muttered. She grew embarrassed, putting the fire out and her hands dropped to her sides.

"I'm sorry. I'm sorry. I'm sorry," she repeated.

"It's ok," Sophie told her with a gentle smile. "I get how stressful this is. Just sit down here and I'll grab you something to snack on." Harley nodded while she blinked hard, mentally cursing her tears that were about to fall. She sat back down on the couch. Ricky looked at her with a mixture of fear and sympathy, a look Harley didn't even know was possible.

"Are you done with the fire?" Wynn asked from behind her. Harley felt heat crawl up her cheeks and she nodded. He cautiously walked back up, sitting down beside her. "Good." This time Harley got a good look around. The place was huge. They were sitting on a large couch with a couple more chairs tossed around. A chandelier was hanging down from the ceiling in the middle and a bookshelf was on the left side of the wall. Stairs were on the right where she could see up them. She could only catch a glimpse of the kitchen from the door that was still swinging. All the adults had gone with Sophie. Probably talking about what a freak Harley was. She kept her head down.

"Hey Mom, I need some help," a voice called. Harley looked up and choked on nothing. An older version of Wynn was standing at the end of the stairs, holding something in his hands and walking up. Except he looked way... better. Older obviously. His hair hung in loose curls, reaching the end of his ear. He looked up and Harley saw his eyes. His amazing, piercing blue eyes. He smiled at her and Harley could've sworn she melted right then and there.

"Hi. Who are you?" She opened her mouth to say something but nothing came out.

Holy mother of God just say something. Anything! Only incoherent words came out of her mouth.

"This is Harley. My friend," Wynn said, putting his hand back on her shoulder. She scooted away, instead towards Ricky.

"You mean I'm your victim," she corrected. The blond boy tilted his head.

"What does she mean?" A worried look crossed his face and Harley almost smiled at the fact that he was scared for her.

"He kidnapped me!"

"My parents told me to!" Just at that moment Sophie walked in.

"No we didn't. We told you to keep an eye out for anyone that seemed like an elf. Not take them here." Blond boy snorted. Wynn crossed his arms and frowned. Sophie turned to Blond. "What do you need Wylie?"

"Need help fixing this I-pod," he said. Sophie set the plate down.

"Hang on." Just then a buzz filled the house. Sophie smiled at Harley. "Looks like the responsible adults are here." Harley swallowed hard.