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The Lightning Weaver

Chapter 3

The Grand City Oversight

Ginny Weasley would have never even gave such naughty thinking a moment of her time, but that was before she woke up in bed, naked with another naked girl after having a confusing yet wonderful night, exploring, and learning how to be with another girl like that. She found the though pleasant, and even comforting as Morgana was nice to her, and attentive. She wanted Ginny to relish in her curse, what Morgana considered her gift.

Morgana encouraged the use of her ability. Ginny felt odd opening it up to feel Morgana's honesty, and compassion. Ginny had sometimes abused her ability when she could, worried that her family would hate her if they ever found out. She never tried to manipulate any one's emotions, but use her ability to feel them as a lie detector.

She had always felt conflicted. She was told not to use her abilities, and that they were dangerous, maybe even dark, but Morgana laughed that off and told her it was ridiculous to think like that. She made sense comparing it with other talents such as math or art, some people are masters of it and some people aren't. It made her feel better, more content to use her powers, and even abuse them as they were a part of her, so why shouldn't she, as long as she doesn't use them to hurt innocent people.

Ginny realised that Morgana was completely right. It would have been like not ever using her magic just because it could be dangerous, or for Morgana not to use her powers. She had always felt like something was wrong when she looked at people and felt nothing. Her empathic abilities were a part of what made her, and Morgana loved her more for that part of her, and didn't fear her.

Morgana was a parselmouth, which meant she could speak to snakes, and understand them, something she showed her that night. It was a shock. Ginny had been scared about her own ability and likened it to speaking snake in the evil department. That was why Morgana showed her and laughed it off because in many other countries the snake wasn't seen in a dark light, but as signs of longevity and good fortune.

It had been a relief for the red haired girl to see that Morgana made a lot more sense than her parents or Dumbledore. Ginny realised that it obviously came from living in the much more diverse muggle world, and having to look after herself for so long. She felt bad for her beautiful brunette goddess for having suffered so much if even the gist was a small portion, right about how she had grown up, so it was no wonder she was a strong independent and incredible girl.

Ginny had been awake for a few minutes lying under the covers together with Morgana still sleeping, and she was content and comfortable. Her naked body was pulled tightly to Morgana's as they snuggled contently together, bathing in the warmth and softness of each other's flesh. She was half on top on her while we cuddled. Ginny was feeling content. She had chosen to be more than just best friends to this cute, soft, fine Goddess of Lightning.

Ginny could feel Morgana's small soft breasts under her cheek causing her to heat up. Her arms were wrapped around her as she replayed an amazing and frightening night within her mind as Morgana did things to her body she had never known to do. It all sent her over the cliffs of pleasure. She then spent time teaching Ginny how to return those feelings. Ginny could still taste Morgana's deliciousness on her tongue and lips.

However, it was Morgana's raw emotions that made Ginny putty in her hands. She was so captivating, controlling, soft, dangerous, daring, loving, and perfect. Ginny couldn't stop her heart from racing a mile a second just thinking about this sweet person, or the love she was already feeling. She needed this girl more than she needed any one, and she realised deep down that she belonged to her, and had since the days they were born, and that excited her.

Morgana was so full of want, need, rage, hate, and another emotion Morgana told Ginny was called lust, which came from love and mutual attraction. It was an emotion she'd never picked up before, but coming from Morgana it was her absolute favourite. It made her insides buzz, and her head dizzy with excitement and something brilliant called an orgasm even more intense than the first she explored with her using her small yet powerful fingers between her legs.

Ginny could feel that warm moisture starting to form between her legs thinking about Morgana touching her as she peeled her sleepy eyes opened. She could barely believe even in her arms now that this angel was really a devil in perfect angelic skin. She could feel Morgana's power through her skin.

She wants me at her side, and I couldn't choose anything less than her. Because there was nothing less or more than Morgana in Ginny's eyes, she was what she wanted, and to bow to her and to love her, she found her place was at Morgana's side.

Ginny would NOT EVER forsake her as the magical world did all those years ago. She shall stand by her side and relish in their physical and emotional pleasures together. She would never let Dumbledore or anyone hurt Morgana ever again. She would relish in her inner daemons and hold her through everything she was, and then some as Morgana reaps her justice upon those who dared wrong an innocent child.

It had never even crossed Ginny's thoughts to hold such a scandalous want for another girl. This one. She could want forever. To bow down and lovingly kiss her sweet feet in worship. To caress her being, and to make sure she was happy with her, and well satisfied.

Ginny was started a moment later. Her eyes widened as she heard a banging on the door-handle as it was pushed, door and all. Then there was a suction sound, sparks and a yelp of pain the other side. Then came the crying and whimpering. She was surprised and wished she could do something to lock the door like that, but she couldn't as she was still an underage witch so that meant she couldn't preform magic outside of school yet.

Ginny's eyes flicked up to see Morgana's beautiful emerald eyes droopily glaring at the door while she cuddled me tightly in her arms.

"Stupid Ronald!" she mumbled.

Her voice travelled so he likely heard her from the other side of the door even though he was crying. Ginny could sense his fear and pain and it made her smile against Morgana's breast but I knew he wouldn't have learnt anything. He was very slow. He probably needed extra help if the truth was known, but with her family, it wasn't likely going to happen any time soon.

It did feel nice to open up her senses more. Her gift as Morgana referred to it needed opening. While others tried to call it a curse that needed to be hidden and suppressed, Morgana said it was a gift that she needed to control. Ginny loved her thoughts on the matter more. She had never felt so free than now she was opening up her extra senses, practicing her self-control.

Ginny supposed in many ways it was a gift over a curse. The power to really feel, not just her own tempered emotions but others too. Hers. Morgana's. She didn't think she would get enough of such unrestrained emotion. Her feelings. They made Ginny tingly. She needed more from her. Her forever. To love. To hold. To worship. To be loyal forever.

My Empress of Lightning!

Morgana only lazily pointed at the door as her hand was still floppy and not quite pointing with a small blue spark. It had vacuum sealed the door shut tightly with ease. Then that spark had shocked Ronald, and that was what she could do with a single blue spark to show mercy. It made Ginny wonder what it would have been like if Morgana wasn't so thoughtful. I doubt it was much of a shock, but it was enough to teach him a valuable lesson in manners that I was sure he would have forgotten in a few hours.

Ginny had always disliked him most of all of her brothers. The rest at least knew how to knock on someone's door and wait for a response, even her prankster twin brothers. However, Ronald believed that he could just barge in and get away with anything he wanted to just because he was the youngest son.

It had always been hard being the youngest girl with six older brothers. But now. Now. She had an older 'sister' things should be a lot different. Especially since her older sister had mad butt kicking skills and what she called super powers.

"You would think with a mother like yours he would have learnt to knock!" Morgana said, startling Ginny out of her thoughts. She couldn't help but blush in pleasure as Morgana kissed her nose. "Next time I'll make sure to hit him with a lot more power to teach the moron good and proper!"

Ginny smiled as she snuggled all cosy into Morgana's softness under the covers, "yeah, but he isn't very bright. It will take a while. Trust me. The twins are always pranking him and he still doesn't get why, and they tell him. He just doesn't believe them!"

"Your mum has just-."

"I can sense her," Ginny replied quickly interrupting, whispering as she could sense her mother now that she was using her ability.

"Ginevra!" Her mum called from outside the door. She tried not to make her name a reprimand, but it didn't quite work. "Why exactly is Ron crying with frizzled hair? He said Morgana attacked him, but that can't be right?" she asked, seeing the 'good' in Morgana that she wanted to believe in because of who she was and what she was 'supposed' to represent to the 'light' side of magic.

"He tried barging in," Ginny quickly told her. "Morgana just used her power on the door to stop him. Sealing it shut. Not our fault he got shocked. He should knock anyway. We're both practically naked in here-."

"Sounds like he's a pervert...-!" Morgana interrupted, smirking at Ginny and groping her bare butt under the covers, wiggling her eyebrows, which made Ginny have to stifle a laugh while her cheeks darkened red.

"Ronald Weasley!" Her mum yelled down the stairs. "If I've told you once, I've told you one thousand times! You knock on someone else's door. Then you wait for them to say whether you're allowed in or not, especially your sister's room! Now more than ever that Morgana is staying!" she shouted angrily before becoming gentler with her words.

"Morgana, Ginny... I'll make sure to keep closer tabs on him," she said apologetically. "Anyway, breakfast will be ready in a minute. Morgana. Professor Dumbledore also said he'll be sending someone to take you to Diagon Alley to collect your school things. I believe you'll need some extra clothes since you don't have any luggage. Don't worry we'll have you sorted in no time," she said before hurrying away down the stairs.

"Umm… thanks," Morgana mumbled sleepily but Ginny's mother was already long gone. I giggled into her chest and she looked at me, grinning, span me over so she was on top of me, and her grin turned into a smug smirk while Ginny was laughing. "If only we had time. You would be squealing little kitty!"

"I-I don't consider that a threat!" Ginny replied cheekily while Morgana's lips captured hers, and Ginny's tongue darted out into her mouth within that moment. Ginny could barely believe how free she felt with her. She was Ginny's Morgana, her famous, cute, powerful, and dangerous girl who knew how to treat other less dangerous girls' bodies with loving respect.

Morgana pulled back after a few moments of kissing, one of Ginny's new favourite things, and grinned widely, "you have to come with me to this Diagon Alley place. I don't think I could stomach hanging around some dipshite this Dumb-Dore would send by myself," she said. "I might kill the donkey brained mongrel."

"Of course," Ginny readily agreed as she never got to do much shopping, even window shopping, so she knew with her girlfriend it would be extra fun. She grinned as she snuggled her face into the crock of her neck, pulling her down on top of her, flush with her body, happier than she had been in ages, "anything to spend more time with you... I've never felt so content before."

Morgana laughed while nibbling Ginny's right ear. "My corruption runs deep in you my sweet, sweet lover!" she said, causing me to giggle with her as we rested a little, content in each other's arms, curled into each other.

Later, during breakfast, Ginny found it both frightening and amusing, as Morgana had no qualms against blasting Ron. It wasn't too much, but it was enough to get rid of him. He had tried to take Ginny's seat, and even pushed me out of the way to sit next to HER best 'friend', girlfriend, and lover, as if he could hope to stand on even footing with her in any way.

However, the idiot didn't even see it coming, even after what happened that morning. He just couldn't seem to get it as he ran off crying. Morgana didn't even shock him that hard, just a few sparks and he was crying like an idiot. Though, Ginny had to admit she could feel the atmosphere charge with those sparks so maybe they held more power than she thought.

Morgana had even gone off on a rant about NOT hurting her friends as it was clear she didn't like anyone hurting girls she cared about. It was made obvious that Morgana had no qualms against hurting anyone who would dare hurt someone she liked.

They were good qualities in a friend Ginny would say, and she quivered as she wondered what Morgana would do to the bullies who picked on her friend Luna just because Luna was a little odd, and still smarter than any of them. Ginny just knew that Morgana would get along well with Luna, and love her too as she was really cute and sweet.

Molly Weasley, Ginny's mother yelled at Ron for that, and made him stay in his room out of everyone's hair until Ginny and Morgana left for Diagon Alley.

Ginny didn't have a clue what her brothers problem was, but she was sure it has something to do with Dumbledore. It was obvious. After Ron managed to get up to storm off (as his muscles kept spasmming from his shock) he kept muttering about the old man enough that even her mum gave him a look of concern.

However, shaking those thoughts away it was kind of amusing how Ginny's twin brothers had promised to prank Ronald for her later. She could always count on them to cause some mayhem to brighten the day in Prank City. Not to mention they thought Morgana was the greatest, and were trying to get Morgana to shock them, and she only did it to shut them up. They were odd as they seemed to have loved it, but they were always blowing themselves up while trying to create the ultimate prank. Ginny knew they were a lot smarter than they let anyone believe, and was sure they could get top grades in most classes at school if they cared too.

Ginny and Morgana used the floo to fire travel to Diagon Alley through the fireplace, and Morgana was eyeing their escort, Rubeus Hagrid with distrust and annoyance as she looked up at the friendly giant of a man. He was oblivious to her distrust, and I could tell he didn't have a clue that Dumbledore was likely scared of her, and sent him as he was intimidating at first, but after that impression went away fast; he was really a soft hearted pushover.

Dumbledore had reason to be afraid of Morgana, and I would gladly watch her kill him if she wanted to for the horrors he brought her for his 'Greater Good' (of the magical world, odd how he never mentions the 'Greater Good' of anything else). Morgana's 'minders', who he handed her too had abused her as a small child. Then to top things off Ginny knew for a fact Dumbledore had put up wards that would 'protect' her, but also keep magical's away. This in turn would make sure Dumbledore had her, but things didn't turn out the way he had hoped and she got her powers, and therefore her 'minders' got scared of her retaliating against them, and dumped her in London where she ruled, or rules the underworld, keeping innocent girls safe.

It was amusing as Morgana had gained powers that crated a magnetic field around her that nullified spells from sticking to her, trackers included. Well, that was if Ginny was working things out right from what she had observed and heard. Morgana's powers even seemed to negate blood magic's too if Dumbledore was telling the truth about the wards he set up being blood based, based around the self-sacrifice of Morgana's mother, and her blood. It was thankful that she got that added bonus as it meant it took a while for Dumbledore to find her, and she grew up, free.

"This Dumbledore joke sent this lard-arse?" Morgana asked, and Hagrid looked as if he wasn't sure who to defend; himself or Dumbledore. So he kept quiet as her eyes roamed up and down the huge guy in distrust. Ginny tried not to let her snickering show as he looked so uncomfortable it was the funniest thing I had seen in a while. He didn't get out enough to meet people who would be so openly rude and distrustful before, so he didn't know how to react.

"Well I suppose we'll have to accept what we get so here's the deal lard-arse!" she said with a cute eye roll and smirk. "You've dropped us off, so now you can fuck off and stay in this… cesspool pub or something and we'll meet you back here for you to take us home later."

Hagrid looked more uncomfortable, as Ginny was sure even Death Eaters weren't as crude as her beautiful Morgana when being rude to someone they thought was inferior to them. Morgana didn't seem to think of herself as better than Hagrid like that though, but Hagrid had nothing she wanted to consider respecting, least of all, he lacked confidence in himself as a person. Ginny could tell clearly that Hagrid needed to get out from under the shadow of Dumbledore and be his own person. Morgana was like a wild animal, and she could sense his submissive nature a mile away, so she knew she could get away with calling him anything, and he would likely get used to it rather than challenging it.

"Err… well," Hagrid began, stumbling over his words, confused, in his thick northern accent. "B-but see; I can't jus' let ya go off by ya self's. Dumbledore said to make sure you get everythin' and not ta let ya out me sigh'. Tis will be ya first ever trip an' everythin', an' well…-."

"And well I don't give a crap," she interrupted. He looked like he was going to retort when she continued, "anyway, I have Ginny. She'll be perfectly able to show me around. Why would we want to spend so much time with a lard-arse like you for anyway?"

Ginny was surprised that Morgana could be so flat and outright with what she said. She didn't feel the need to sensor herself with him, or anyone in fact. Ginny felt that he was going to cry soon if Morgana continued. The man needed to stop sitting in the sissy chair about as much as Ronald needed to stop sitting on the idiot loser stick.

"W-well, I-I suppose it will be okay," he reluctantly agreed after a moment in which he likely realised that this was one person who wouldn't back down to anyone, no matter who they were, and no amount of 'but Dumbledore's' would get her to 'see reason' because she was being reasonable in her own wonderful mind, and Ginny agreed that they didn't need him tagging along, ruining their shopping trip together, "jus' meet back 'ere when ya done, okay?" he said with a hopeful look.

Morgana rolled her eyes at him. "Where else would we meet?" she asked rhetorically. "The freaking fireplace back to the Burrow is in here," she said turning her nose up at the filthy, dark, dank, and grotesque bar. "I can't believe anyone would want to come in here. Let alone eat or drink here. This can't be hygienic," she said rolling her eyes as she walked out of the pubs 'back alley' where the trash was left and through the arch into Diagon Alley that Hagrid; the giant man left open for them.

Ginny had expected to see awe and intrigue on Morgana's beautiful face, but she was disappointed, but then Morgana has super powers and magic, so how much more awe could one girl have? She led Ginny by the hand towards a marble building at the back of the alley overlooking the other shops. Ginny had already described the bank to her, so she obviously knew to head there first.

We hadn't gone too far when I heard a woman screaming in panic and looked around for her, "help! Please! He stole my bag!" she cried out in worry.

It was a young woman wearing normal muggle clothes pointing towards a filthy man with broken yellow teeth, a huge grin, and filthy black robes as he ran away with a nice looking handbag between his filth covered hands.

"Filthy mud-blood!" the ironic man called her as he charged away, towards us. He held a wand out and not one person looked as if they were going to stop him, most of them looking away, trying to pretend they couldn't see any crime taking place.

What cowards!

Then it happened. It was a blaze of blue, striking forward, rolling off Morgana, and causing tingles to run down Ginny's right arm as that hand still held hers. It was a marvel as Ginny realised how nice Morgana had been to Ron when she shocked him.

Boom!

Sizzle!

Blue arched and buzzed in two jumps grounded and smashed into the man, shattering the cobbled stones of the street as they soared. The man screamed as he was lifted from the ground. His wand turned to dust. He was flung back, landing at the woman's feet out cold. His body was twitching in pain as Morgana gave the woman a cheeky grin while she stared in awe. Ginny was awed herself as heroics wasn't something one saw much, if at all in the magical world.

The electricity around Morgana was gone and she kept us walking after that as if nothing had happened. The 'spectators' could only look around in shock; unable to process what had happened as they previously played ignorant. They must have realised that a powerful witch or wizard had chosen not to stay ignorant, and word would get around that Morgana Potter had returned, and she was bad-ass awesome.

"So what's the deal with that whole mud-blood thing?" Morgana asked Ginny after a few moments, confused with the whole ordeal.

Ginny looked to her before shrugging off what happened and answering. "It means dirty blood. Umm… muggles can give birth to wizards and witches. It's what the purist idiots call them."

"I see. Simple minded racism," she replied, shrugging. "Though, I pity any witch or wizard born of muggles who would be offended by that," she said thoughtfully. "I mean. The notion is that it is shameful to have muggle blood, which would mean anyone offended is ashamed of that muggle blood. Anyway, isn't it likely that mage all evolved from muggles somewhere?"

"I-I guess that actually makes sense," she replied, surprised by this revelation. "I've never really thought much about it, but wow. I guess either muggle-borns are that idiotic, or they've not thought about what it really means and the concept before."

"People tend to let others think about things for them. Who cares about the insult?" Morgana answered thoughtfully shrugging. "An insult only has power when it bothers you. I guess nobody has come to that conclusion before…" she said trailing to a stop as we came to the bank.

"They're goblins," Ginny quickly told her as she was staring at the leathery little monsters guarding the door. Two of them were eying her warily. Ginny was quite certain after that display with the purse snatcher that Morgana could take them with ease, but there were more of them inside.

"They're not very friendly," she quickly continue. "They don't quite like humans, and. I think they know you're not normal. So let's try to do this all nice and no blowing any of them up or whatnot. Please!" she begged, as Morgana looked tempted to try fate.

However, she sighed, rolling her eyes. "Okay, okay," she said with a headshake. "I won't start anything unless they do… or whoever. I promise," she said and Ginny wasn't sure whether she was likely to keep promises, but she hoped she would keep this one. Therefore, Ginny quickly led her up the steps into the huge marble building where people did their business.

Ginny walked Morgana up to a nearby banker as he worked at his desk. It was taller than them, even though goblins were naturally much shorter than humans. She also knew the goblin was ignoring them until a small thunderclap startled him and Ginny. It was just low enough not to cause many people to glance over.

"Can I help you?" he asked, bored, but Ginny could just make out the caution in his eyes and movements as he looked to Morgana. She held back her smile as she knew he was afraid of Morgana, she could feel it, but goblins were good at suppressing their emotions.

"You sure can!" Morgana replied, annoyed with him. "You can work on your customer service skills or I'll take whatever my parents left me and ditch you morons for a muggle bank! I'm sure apart from the small amount of magic money I'll need for books, potions stuff and the like I can buy everything else in the muggle world! Understand?!"

He looked down at her in surprise as her eyes flashed with blue sparks but it was the key she handed over that scared him. "Y-yes, Lady Potter," he was quick to address her.

They watched as he went through a ledger before he looked sick. "Umm… t-this vault is near empty My Lady," he said to her shock.

"Excuse me?" she asked, but didn't wait for him to repeat. "Albus Dumbledore. Some crazy old bastard had that key. It's a trust vault, right?" she asked and he nodded. "The gold key has to mean…-."

"It means the vault is of high standing," he quickly answered. "In other words, it should be plentiful. I do not understand," he said, frowning before he shrugged. "Well, I can have everything withdrawn and this account closed to save you money, like you said before."

"Where is my money?!" she demanded and the goblin shrugged, uninterested now.

However, she growled as she sprang up onto the desk and booted him off, painfully to the floor before grabbing his ledger and jumping down with him while other goblin charged in and the few mage watched in shock before turning away and pretending nothing was happening. Ginny figured that to them, ignorance was bliss.

Cowards!

"Says here I had other vaults, most of which have been closed, and the money gone!" she said dangerously. "After my parents' deaths it says that shit loads of these galleons have been transferred every year to muggle currency. Then they were passed on to the Dursley's from my trust fund. I haven't been with those bastards for over six years! And even before then they gave me NOTHING!"

She was near sizzling as she walked towards the goblin while he was scrambling back across the floor in terror. "You little fucks are going to give me back every last fucking penny before I get really angry! This says something about MY money going to pay for people's homes and businesses that were destroyed during the war with Voldemort!

"I had lost my parents! I had given too much! Now this!? Authorised by Dumbledore!" she finished. Ginny couldn't believe one girl could get that angry. She scared the crap out of her, and she may have peed herself a little.

Morgana leant down and grabbed the goblin by the throat, lifting him to face her, and he was quivering as the other goblins just watched, wide-eyed with awe, uncertain as they could sense her power charging the air. Ginny doubted they had been faced with a super powered teenage girl with the antihero persona before.

"Put him down and we can discuss this like civilised people!"

She looked round to another goblin. This one was very much in charge compared to any other.

"You're going to reimburse me everything!" she didn't ask. She told him.

"Yes!" he answered looking as if it cost him a great deal of effort. Ginny wonder how much money was stolen for the goblin to look so ill about refunding everything.

"The items and property... I want it returned, or compensation times ten! Understand?!"

"Yes!" he squeaked out looking worse, "p-please follow me, and we-we can have it arranged. I-I shall have those responsible for this… 'oversight' executed for treason!"

"Good," she replied as she flung her captive to the side and out of her way and turned back to me smiling (ADHD for certain). "Hey babes, come on. This nice gentleman is going to help put things right," she said and took Ginny's left hand in her right as she quickly hurried after her, hoping this didn't get out, but then, Dumbledore stealing from the Girl-Who-Lived would dam him for a while.

"So," the goblin spoke as they reached his office. "You may refer to me as Manager. It is a high title within our bank," he said as Morgana and Ginny sat, and Morgana placed down the ledger, but Manager held one of his own, looking it over, grimacing. "It seems that I have a problem. None of this money should have left your accounts. Except reasonable stipends for Christmas, birthdays, and for your guardians.

"But this was too much for guardians. They've near cleared out your trust. It seems Dumbledore didn't know the value of the pound to the galleon. It is also clear now that I have your accounts that the Dursley's here are not your guardians.

"Two of the written guardians are both incapacitated. One of your godmothers is hospitalised after being tortured mentally incoherent. Her family should have been contacted to take you, either muggle as she was muggle-born, or her husbands who are purebloods of a nicer variety than most. There is another godmother, but I'm afraid that her identity is wizengamot sealed by Dumbledore. I will find the goblin that assisted in writing this up found so that he can tell us her identity.

"Then we have your godfather. It was stated that he and not his family was the only one of the Black name capable of putting claim to your guardianship. However, since he is Sirius Black. He was in jail. Unfortunate. He was never officially charged with betraying your family and killing all those muggles. Escaped Azkaban Prison last week."

"I see," she replied, less shocked than Ginny considering she didn't know as much about it. "Then what of this godmothers family?"

"It seems that they were never informed," he answered quickly. "We can have them informed-."

"No!" Morgana surprised them. "I want emancipation!"

"I see," he answered thoughtfully. "End of the line clause. The clause doesn't mean you have to ever birth an heir, but it is quite convenient for… shall we say screwing with other peoples plots when it comes to lack of protection."

"I like that. Yes. Do it," she answered thoughtfully. "I don't want anyone to discover this if you can prevent it."

"A few years at most," he said nodding. "But that's because Dumbledore is a nosy bastard. We shall also fully reimburse your losses and file to reclaim it. This means the property and businesses too. Do you wish to… house them for yourself or us to take claim? It's an awful lot to deal with."

"I think I don't hate you anymore," she responded, smirking. "I'll take them. They could come in use in the future."

"Most kind My Lady!" he said looking relieved.

She shrugged, nodding. "Okay, so give me some cash so I can get away and go shopping for school crap!"

"Yes ma'am!"

to be continued…