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Chapter 10:
The Potter twins fourth birthday was coming up in a week, and the Minister, Cornelius Fudge, was throwing another birthday bash for the Boy-Who-Lived and savior to the Wizarding World, Charlus James Potter.
Never mind the fact that it was also Odette's birthday as well, no one had even thought about wishing her a happy birthday ever since she was two years old, so Odette never expected this year to be any different.
For the first time, Odette had a place to be for her birthday since she knew her parents were going to take Charlus to the Ministry Ball – she would eat a small birthday cake that Daisy had always made for her ever since she was two, with Daisy herself, and sleep early so that she could appear in Asgard and see Loki, as well as Thor, Freyja, Odin, Eir, Hogun and Fandral – who were always so happy and excited to see her, she was practically inducted as an Asgardian.
But Odette knew that there would always be a part inside of her that longs for the attention and love of her biological family. She wanted to be loved like Charlus; she wanted her parents to celebrate at least one birthday with her.
She never cared for material gifts, for Odette, the only gift she had ever wanted from James and Lily, was their love – something that Freyja and Eir would constantly tell her that it was something to be given freely and not earned.
One day, when Odette was taking a break from her studying, she went deeper into the Potter library, looking for a storybook, maybe even a fairy tale she could dip herself into.
Her favorite fairy tale was Cinderella. Oddly enough, Odette felt like she could relate with Cinderella, except she had an evil mother and father instead of one step-mother and an evil brother instead of two step-sisters. For Odette, appearing into Asgard was what she thought Cinderella must have felt when she went to the Prince's ball and Odette imagined Prince Charming to be Prince Loki.
But that day, when Odette was looking for a new story to read, she felt herself get drawn to a worn out book that looked to be a diary, and when she opened it to the first page, she read out, 'Messrs. Moony, Wormtail, Padfoot and Prongs, welcome you to their diary of secrets.'
Odette knew Prongs to be her daddy, Moony to be uncle Remus, Charlus' godfather who she had absolutely no memory with as he preferred to be around her brother constantly, but she knew Padfoot to be her uncle Siri, as she had fond memories of herself riding his dog form when she was little less than a year old.
She then remembered Wormtail to be the rat man she hated being around and who disappeared the same night he was babysitting her and Charlus when the bad man came.
Carefully opening the worn-out book, Odette immersed herself into all the thoughts her father and his friends had during their Hogwarts years, she memorized all the secrets of Hogwarts they had discovered, and all the pranks and spells they had created, burning them into her memory.
It was easier for Odette to store away everything new she had learnt, as she had begun practicing her Occlumency shields around four months ago with the help and supervision of Daisy, Loki and Odin.
When Odette reached a certain part of the book, she gasped in excitement, her eyes zooming over the page, trying to absorb the new information she had learned.
It turned out that her daddy and uncles were obsessed over Loki – the God of mischief and lies. It was no surprise really, since she knew her daddy and uncle Siri to have a mischievous streak with a love for anything to do with practical jokes and pranks and a penchant for trouble.
It was a constant occurrence for Odette to hear her daddy talk to her mommy and uncles Remus and Siri that Charlus would grow up to be a prankster like them, breaking as many rules in Hogwarts as they did during their adolescent years.
And so, Odette found herself telling her daddy a month ago that she had met Loki and that he was teaching her magic and Old Norse, in the hopes that he would be proud of her, excited with the prospect of meeting him.
Instead, Odette found herself with many bruises on her face and her back, her daddy's angry face looming above her, yelling at her downtrodden figure with spit flying out of his mouth due to his anger, to not lie about such things, and that she will never have any magic to learn in the first place.
That day found Odette bawling her eyes out, while Daisy tried to treat her wounds. Odette went to sleep early, hoping that she would find herself at Asgard with her Loki and her true family – and much to her happiness, after she had cried herself to sleep, she found herself engulfed into a warm hug by Loki himself.
Freyja and Eir were tut-tutting over her small figure in the healing room as they healed her cuts and bruises, while Loki, Thor, Fandral and Hogun were standing outside waiting for her wounds to be healed so that they could demand to know from her who had dared hurt their fjársjóður.
Odin was much calmer than the two women and four males, but his eyes shone with anger, and Gungnir that rested on his hand, was crackling with power and energy.
But Odette didn't want any harm to befall her daddy, for no matter what he did, she would always love him and remember how much he loved and doted on her before that bad man attacked her, and so, she informed the seven angry gods that it was her brother, and that he usually picked on her and beat her up.
Unfortunately, the gods didn't like to harm children, and since her brother was merely four years old, they couldn't do anything about it, despite how much Loki wanted to.
Loki however, wasn't called the God of Lies for nothing, he knew that Odette was concealing her lies behind truths, something he had taught her months ago, but he respected her privacy and respected the fact that if and when Odette wanted to convey the truth, she would let him know.
Thor, on the other hand, instated Hogun, Fandral and Volstagg – who held no deep ire with Odette, to teach her mortal combat and how to defend herself from any attackers or her brother, if he ever picked on her again – and for that, Odette was thankful.
But now, a week before Odette's fourth birthday, and a week till the birthday bash that was being held in her brother's honor was to occur, Odette found herself in the usual spot she usually used when eavesdropping on her parents, which so happened to be in the air vents itself, and could not be affected by silencing charms.
She listened closely to what appeared to be, her mommy and daddy arguing about something … her.
"You have got to be joking James!" screeched Lily, causing Odette to wince at the shrill octave of her mother's voice.
"Unfortunately I'm not Lils … you didn't hear her," James sighed, a hand raking nervously through his messy raven hair. "She was blabbering some nonsense about Loki, the god of mischief and his brother Thor. I mean come on! She's getting so lonely in this house that she is creating imaginary friends and lying through her teeth to get attention!"
"So let her, once she is old enough and Charlus is in Hogwarts, we'll throw her in some muggle boarding school and let her be someone else's problem!" Lily yelled back, though her eyes held some worry.
"Are you hearing yourself Lily? I know that she is a squib, but she is still our daughter!" said James in astonishment to how cold his wife was being regarding their daughter.
Lily rolled her eyes, "Fine, what do you propose then? Hmm?"
James sat down on his side of the bed, his serious hazel eyes looking into his wife's uncaring green ones, "I propose we take her with us to the Ministry ball next week."
"And have her be seen by everybody we know? Have you become daft?" she demanded.
"Sirius and Angelica will be there to watch out for her, and I'll keep an eye on her as well … no one would talk to her, and even if they do, we'll make sure she doesn't tell them anything about her being our daughter," said James with conviction.
When Lily still looked unsure, James continued.
"We only have to take her out of the house once Lily, and then our problem would be solved … she hasn't been outside of the manor in over a year, it's enough to make anyone crazy and lonely, especially since Sirius and Angelica went to America to visit Angie's family for the duration of her pregnancy."
"Fine James! Fine! But if anything happens, it's your fault," said Lily, pointing a perfectly manicured finger at her husband's chest.
And that was how Odette found herself getting all dolled up by her mommy for the first time in three years for her birthday.
Even though Odette knew her mother wasn't happy to dress her daughter up, Odette basked in the rare situation she was currently in, for she knew that she should enjoy the moment while it lasted as it would never happen again, and Odette found herself feeling grateful to her daddy as it was his idea in the first place.
Odette however, was sad that her daddy didn't believe her when she spoke of Loki, Thor and Asgard … she hoped someday that he would and she couldn't wait for the ball to finish, so that she could appear in Asgard and show Freyja the beautiful dress her mother donned her in.
Odette was wearing a beautiful princess gown that was forest green, reminding her of Loki's eye color, and bringing out the color in her own emerald green eyes. Her hair was lavishly styled into ringlets, and her feet were encased in silver ballerinas.
Her fiery ruby red hair fell down in elaborate ringlets showing a deep contrast to her white, creamy skin and when she was brought down the stairs by Daisy to meet her parents in front of the fireplace, she could have sworn she saw her daddy look at her with awe and pride, before it vanished away as he snapped his head in his son's direction, who began throwing a tantrum because Odette was going with them.
"Ignore her sweetie, she won't be around to bother you, and if she is then you come straight to me, okay pumpkin?" said Lily sweetly, brushing his messy raven hair he had inherited from his father from his forehead, "You just enjoy your time with your friends and don't forget to thank everyone for your presents."
James cleared his throat as he went up to Odette, "Hold my hand, you have never travelled by floo before and I don't want you appearing through someone else's fireplace."
And in a burst of green flames, Odette found herself feeling just like Cinderella, going to the ball for the first time in her life, and wondering if later she would be able to meet up with her Prince Charming, Loki.
***THE FORGOTTEN POTTER***
Odette's eyes widened at the sight in front of her, everyone magical from all over Britain seemed to have made an appearance to the ball in honor of her brother.
Odette brushed off the fact, that no one knew she existed and that it was her birthday too, as she watched everyone dancing, drinking and laughing with one another from the spot she had been ordered by her mommy to not move a foot from.
Odette watched in awe as she witnessed a gorgeous couple with identical silver blonde hair and pale aristocratic features, dance with each other; the man was twirling his wife, occasionally dipping her while she laughed – their eyes would occasionally meet, and from the distance she was in, Odette could see that their eyes shone with pure love and adoration for one another, something she had always witnessed when Odin and Freyja were together and shared eye contact.
Suddenly, someone bumped into her, causing her to tear her eyes away from the elegant couple who looked like a fairy tale couple, and found herself looking directly into a pair of warm brown eyes.
"Oh, I-I'm so sorry," the boy stuttered apologetically, his cheeks warming up into a red color as he found familiar emerald green eyes inspecting him.
The boy had dirty blonde wavy hair, was slightly chubby and looked to be about her age. But what endeared her mostly to him, was how his brown eyes held eye contact with her warmly, despite the fact that his cheeks were flushed with embarrassment. It was very different from the hostile looks she usually received from her parents and brother.
"It's okay," she smiled back warmly, hoping to maybe make a new friend without her parents knowing, "I'm Odette P- … oh, never mind, just Odette," she smiled slightly, though it wavered a bit, she nearly said Potter, something she was sure her parents didn't want her to say. She didn't want her daddy or mommy to hit her again as Freyja and Eir would get angry again and she wasn't sure how long she could keep Loki from discovering the truth – he was the God of lies after all.
"Potter?" the boy whispered nicely, and Odette whipped her head to look at his warm brown eyes in shock. "It's okay I know who you are, my name is N-"
"Neville! Oh there you are, don't go running off like that again," a woman who looked exactly like the boy – Neville, came over. She had chocolate brown hair, an olive complexion with a petite nose and slightly chubby cheeks and warm brown eyes that her son seemed to have inherited from her. She also seemed to be favoring her stomach, as one hand was held over it protectively.
"I'm sorry mom, but I saw Odette and I wanted to say hello," said Neville bashfully, getting a huge shocked look from the girl with the huge doe-like emerald green eyes. No one ever wanted to meet her, no one even knew she existed, other than her parents, brother, uncles Remus, Siri and auntie Angie.
"Odette?" Neville's mother asked in shock, "Nev Sweetie, Odette isn't here, I already asked …" her voice trailed off as she saw the tiny little girl standing right in front of her soon, with hair the color of fire and rubies and eyes that was obviously inherited from her best friend.
Odette prepared herself to be scorned, or mocked with hateful looks, but instead, to her greatest shock, Neville's mother's face broke out into a big, friendly smile, "Oh Odette dear, you look gorgeous, it has been a while, your mother didn't say you were coming, happy birthday."
Odette stared at the woman in surprise; she was the first person other than Daisy to have ever wished her a happy birthday.
Remembering her etiquette lessons from Freyja, Odette bowed slightly in a small curtsy and said, "Thank you ma'am, but I'm sorry you seem to know me, but I have no idea who you may be, sorry," she repeated apologetically.
Alice blinked in amazement at the manners and impeccable English being displayed by a four year old – even Neville was gaping at Odette in surprise.
"I'm your auntie Alice dear, your godm-"
"Alice! There you are!" Lily yelled, dragging the train of her ivory dress as she rushed over to her best friend and godson. She was surprised when she saw them conversing with the little squib brat, and hastened over to interrupt them.
"Lils, why didn't you tell me Odette was coming? I would have brought her a present," Alice chastised her friend kindly.
"We didn't want you to bother Ally, with all those presents being gifted to Charlus, we usually split them between him and Odette once we're at the manor," Lily lied expertly through her teeth, but apparently Alice bought it.
"Now come on Ally dear, let us mingle for a bit, Neville sweetie, Charlus was looking for you, how about you tell him hello, hmm?" she continued sweetly, shooting daggers at her daughter once they walked away, leaving Odette all by her lonesome once again.
Well that was close. Neville and Alice seemed nice though.
Odette then began searching for the blonde couple she had been watching earlier, but they seemed to have disappeared, instead her eyes were drawn to her bully of a brother who seemed to be picking on a tiny blonde boy with his redhead weasel friend, Ron.
As Charlus shoved the blonde boy and ran off with Ron in search for his other friends, Odette rushed over to help the blonde boy up – it wasn't nice being picked on by her brother, and she felt bad for the boy who had received his ire.
"Are you okay?" she asked cautiously, scared that the little boy would be mean to her. But when the boy looked up, he gave her a half-smile and nodded silently.
He had a pale face, with pointed features and silver-grey eyes.
Just as Odette was about to start a conversation with him, a smooth, husky and elegant voice interrupted, "Draco, are you well? Why did I see you picking yourself up from the ground?"
Odette looked up and squeaked; the man was the same one she had been watching earlier dance with his wife.
Up close he looked quite dashing, like a true noble aristocrat. He had shoulder-length straight silvery blonde hair that were a few shades lighter than his son's, pointed features with a prominent chin and identical silver-grey eyes as his son. All in all, the little boy – Draco, was it? Looked to be a mini-copy of his father.
"I'm alright father; Charlus Potter was picking on me and pushed me," said Draco, spitting Charlus' name like it were a curse, making Odette smile slightly.
But Draco's father's attention seemed to be glued to Odette from the minute he heard her squeak.
"Lucius Malfoy and you are?" he asked smoothly as he introduced himself.
"I'm Odette Arielle P-," the girl's eyes widened slightly, and she bit her lip to stop herself from continuing, "Just Odette Arielle, sir," she said, curtsying slightly, hoping it would cover up the faux-pas she nearly made by saying her full name.
Lucius lifted a delicate eyebrow, the girl had impeccable manners, but why wouldn't she give him her last name, he wondered.
"Well, just Odette Arielle," said Lucius, a smirk plastered on his face, nearly breaking into a smile when the girl giggled cutely, "I thank you for helping my son, you have my gratitude."
"It's no problem Mr. Malfoy, it's not nice to be picked on by bullies," said Odette adamantly, her lips pouting adorably, making Lucius smile.
"Lucius, what is happening here?" A feminine voice called out, standing by her husband, Narcissa and Lucius looked to be the perfect couple.
"Nothing Cissa, Odette here was helping our son out with Charlus Potter," Lucius informed her subtly.
Narcissa studied the little girl carefully; red hair the color of the finest rubies making her stand out in the crowd, creamy pale skin accenting her huge doe-like emerald green eyes framed by thick black lashes, a heart-shaped face and pouty, plump rosy lips – the girl looked like an angel.
Her dress looked to be expensive, hinting that she came from a rich and noble family.
While Narcissa Malfoy was studying Odette, she in turn was looking at Narcissa in awe; blonde hair the exact color as her son's, cerulean eyes neatly framed by elegant lases, and a smooth circle-shaped face with full lips – the woman looked like a goddess, especially in her maroon sweetheart neckline dress that swept around the floor from the back and reached her ankles from the front.
"Odette was it?" asked Narcissa, and Odette nodded nervously under Mrs. Malfoy's unwavering stare, "What did you say your surname was again?"
Odette gulped, she suddenly found herself under the intense stare of all three Malfoys as they looked down on her expectantly, "I didn't, I'm sorry, but I can't say-"
"There you are!"
The Malfoys watched in thinly veiled interest as Odette's eyes widened in fear when James Potter got nearer to them.
"Was the girl bothering you?" James asked the Malfoys, more out of politeness than genuine as a sneer formed on his handsome face upon looking at the Lord Malfoy.
"We were merely inquiring after the girl's name, the kind dear helped our son stave off some bullies after all … you know, your son being one of them," said Mrs. Malfoy smartly, her cerulean eyes glaring into James' hazel one, taking great joy in watching his eyes widen slightly in realization.
"Well, how … unfortunate, but Odette's parents are asking for her, so if you would excuse me," and without waiting for an answer from any of the Malfoy's he grabbed Odette harshly by her left wrist and dragged her off, far away from the Malfoy's as possible.
"Something seems off about them," said Lucius, his eyes following the two's retreating backs.
"Agreed, darling," Narcissa spoke up impassively; but her eyes betrayed her face, showing that she was actually worried for the angelic little girl.
"She looked frightened father," said Draco sadly.
"Yes, well we cannot do anything, it's for her own parents to solve, come along now dear, Draco, let us find the Lestranges," said Lucius, wanting nothing more than to forget what had just happened.
But no matter how much he tried, he couldn't erase the fear he witnessed on the little girl's face from his head.
***THE FORGOTTEN POTTER***
Rodolphus Lestrange held a glass of the finest champagne the Minister brought out on behalf of the Potters. Rodolphus swirled the liquid around the crystal glass in a lazy fashion as he looked around his surroundings distastefully.
A big birthday bash for the Boy-Who-Lived, Rodolphus inwardly seethed.
His dislike towards the Potters was nothing compared to his dear wife, Bellatrix, who was boiling with ill-concealed rage who he had left with his brother Rabastan and sister-in-law Esmeralda.
His son Aaron and niece Rhia were somewhere looking for their cousin Draco with Blaise Zabini and Theodore Nott in tow.
The Lestranges couldn't refuse coming to the ball since they had already turned Fudge's invitation down two years ago along with the Malfoys, and it would have looked too suspicious seeing as Lucius, Rabastan, Bellatrix and himself had a hard time convincing the Wizengamot they were under the Imperius curse.
If they kept on avoiding the Potters and all the social events made for them, then the people would begin to talk and so, here they were, pretending that the sun shone from the Potter brat's ass.
In the three years since the Dark Lord's defeat, Bellatrix reverted back to her usual self, devoid of her previous insanity that usually came out when she was in the close presence of the Dark Lord, and for that Rodolphus was thankful.
Everyone stopped calling his wife a deranged lunatic; instead they would pass by her, their mouths gaping in surprise, unable to tear their eyes away from the beautiful and calm woman surrounded by many children. It was safe to presume that everyone could not believe that she was the same Bellatrix Lestrange who had suffered from madness when she was under the Dark Lord's Imperius curse.
"Fancy seeing you here, Rodolphus," a baritone voice called out from behind him, and Rodolphus turned around to see himself facing none other than Sirius Black, his wife's cousin. He looked every part the Lord Black, with his elegant silver and black robes showing the Black crest, and his wavy raven black hair tied in a low ponytail.
Sirius' stormy grey eyes were piercing his sea green ones as he said, "Didn't expect you to be a fan of the Potters."
"Come now Sirius, you know we were under the Imperius curse, let bygones be bygones," drawled Rodolphus, an eyebrow raised in challenge.
"Hmm, I'll bite … anyways, the reason I came to talk to you in the first place," Sirius snapped his fingers twice, "Have you seen a tiny munchkin, about yay high, with fiery red hair and eyes the color of emeralds?"
Rodolphus frowned, once again looking at his surroundings, "No … Didn't know you had a redhead as a daughter Sirius."
"He doesn't," a melodic voice called out. Lady Angelica Warren-Black was dressed impeccably in a silver backless gown, her golden blonde hair tied into a tight bun, and in her hands was a little baby girl who Rodolphus presumed to be their newly-born daughter.
She looked to be around three months old, with a few tufts of golden blonde hair, staring at him with big, round stormy grey eyes inherited from her father.
"Lord Lestrange, how do you do?" said Angelica, tilting her head in respect. "May I introduce you to our little angel, Alexia Angelica Black."
Rodolphus bowed in respect, the Lady Warren-Black was an excellent politician and quite the charmer.
"She is a beauty, congratulations Sirius, Lady Warren-Black. You look divine for someone who had just given birth," Rodolphus smiled charmingly.
"Thank you," Angelica beamed, handing over Alexia to her father who looked completely besotted as he looked into her tiny face.
"If you see a tiny redhead with green eyes, let me know, say hello to the wife," said Sirius, taking Angelica's hand to leave.
Five minutes later, as Rodolphus was making his way back to his wife while looking around for his son and niece, he heart a sniffling sound coming from underneath one of the draped tables near an isolated corner.
Pausing in his steps, Rodolphus knelt down slightly and lifted the drapery, only to come face to face with a pair of glimmering emerald green eyes.
Rodolphus hated seeing a little girl cry ever since Rhia's birth, and so, he soothingly spoke to the little girl, "Little girl, come out from under there please."
He found himself being studied under intense emerald eyes before the girl crawled her way out, taking the offered hand and standing up as she brushed her dress from any lint or dust.
Rodolphus found himself staring at a girl fitting the description of the girl Sirius spoke to keep a look out for. Her beautiful eyes were slightly red and her were cheeks blotchy while tears streaked down at a fast-rate down her face – but even though, the girl still looked beautiful.
"Why are you crying little one?" asked Rodolphus kindly.
"I made my daddy mad," she whispered back in a tiny voice, wiping her face with the back of her tiny hands.
"What did you do?"
"I was talking to someone, and daddy didn't like the man, said he was a bad man," she cried out.
Rodolphus frowned; he didn't like the sound of that. He began searching around for Sirius or Angelica – but to no avail.
"What's your name child?"
"Odette," she answered obediently.
"That's a beautiful name … where are your parents?" asked Rodolphus, he wondered why she wasn't playing around with any of the children her age – in fact; she looked to be of the same age as his Aaron.
Odette merely shrugged, and Rodolphus could have sworn he saw a flicker of fear flitter across his face before it disappeared completely.
"Rudy, there you are, I've been looking everywhere for you!" a soprano voice called out.
Odette looked up to see the tall, handsome, well-built man with wavy neck-length chocolate brown hair and sea green eyes embrace a gorgeous skinny woman with a curvaceous figure, onyx black hair that reflected a few dark blue tints, a round petite face and violet colored eyes.
"Sorry dear, but I ran into your cousin and then Odette here, who seems to be lost."
Bellatrix looked at the ruby-haired little girl, and upon seeing the puffy red eyes and tears streaking her face, her expression softened considerably.
But before another word could be traded between the three of them, James Potter, Sirius Black and Angelica Warren-Black who was carrying little Alexia strode into view, and the second Sirius saw his goddaughter, he yelled out her name, ignoring James completely.
Rodolphus and Bellatrix watched as the downtrodden little girl whose face was puckered up in sadness brightened up immensely, her emerald eyes shining with joy, running over to Sirius with an adorable shriek of, "Uncle Siri!"
Sirius knelt down on one knee, catching Odette mid-run and swinging her around in the air in circles, their ears filled with childish giggles of joy and bark-like laughter.
James Potter tried to squash the bubble of envy that threatened to consume him at seeing his daughter so at ease with his best friend. James remembered a time when he was the only one capable of drawing a smile and laughter from her – but that was before she was discovered to be a squib.
***THE FORGOTTEN POTTER***
James Potter was so angry, he left the ball early with Odette.
Odette kept pleading with him to let her go, but all she succeeded in doing was having him grip her wrists harder.
Odette knew that it would leave a bruising mark, and she won't be able to use the same lie that it was Charlus to Loki, since it could only be made by someone with a large hand.
"Daddy …" Odette cried pathetically.
"Don't daddy me Odette! You're cavorting with the enemy!" James roared; flinging Odette into the other side of her room, he kicked it closed behind him.
"They're Death Eaters! They worked with the bad man that tried to kill your brother that night!"
"I didn't know," she cried back hysterically.
"I DON'T CARE! You are never leaving your room again … your mother was right, I should have never taken you outside of the house."
"LOKI! Please Loki, help me," Odette cried harder.
James looked at her in bewilderment, "You're crazy! LOKI IS NOT REAL ODETTE!"
And with one last hard smack, James fled from the room banging it closed behind him, ignoring the portraits of the late Lord and Lady, Charlus and Dorea Potter – who were looking at him with complete disappointment and horror.
Odette Arielle Potter was on her knees in her room, crying for Loki over and over again.
Odette felt like she couldn't breathe anymore, she felt suffocated. She felt like she was being pressed into a tube, her eardrums were blasting and before she knew it, she disappeared with a CRACK from her room.
The next thing Odette knew, she was back on solid ground, falling face first down on the floor, and not wanting to throw up on her beautiful dress, she puked on the pavement while her hands clutched onto her hair securely away from her face.
Looking around frantically, Odette didn't recognize her surroundings – she looked to be tucked away in some quiet alleyway and she knew it to be a little past midnight.
Odette was scared, she wanted Loki, and she wanted Thor, Freyja, Odin, Eir, Heimdall, Hogun and Fandral.
She wanted Daisy and Uncle Siri and Auntie Angie.
Just as Odette was planning on hiding somewhere until the sun comes up and then find someone to help her get back home, she heard footsteps approaching her from behind.
An oily, slick voice that held a masculine quality spoke up, "Vell, vell, vell … vhat do ve haff here?"
A/N: Old Norse:
Fjársjóður: Treasure.
Can anyone guess who the voice at the end belongs to?
Now we reach the moment where everything takes a wild turn in Odette's life, until next time – I will update either tomorrow or the day after.
Thanks for reading!