I have officially gotten the witches involved again. This chapter took no time to write at all, mainly because it is so short. I will start on the other chapter soon.

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Cold Moon:

Chapter 13: Ms. Wintours

The older lady had dark grey hair pulled into an old fashioned bun. Her poise was proper and straight. She looked like one of the ladies out of the old Victorian pictures. Her eyes were a startling grey blue color. Her face demanded attention. She was beautiful. Not perfectly beautiful, like a vampire, but she was pretty, and dignified. I looked behind her to notice Carlisle and Esme sitting on the couch, both looking uncomfortable. Angela was sitting beside them, she smiled at us. The lady motioned for us to enter. We all walked around her arm, giving her room, for fear of her grabbing one of us. She shut the door with a wave of her arm. From the looks of it, her visit was a surprise to everyone, including Alice. We all joined Angela on the couch, even Jake. He made a fuss trying to make room for Renesmee, who sat by him. Edward stood up and walked behind the couch and put his hand on my shoulder. She walked over to us and with a wave of her arm, a fire crackled to life in our fireplace. She looked at the fireplace and gave a slight grin. She turned to us and smiled.

"Sorry for the dramatics, your house is rather cold." Her voice was cool, collected, and dignified, as I had imagined it would be. She turned to the fireplace, put her hands out to warm them slightly, then she turned to us. I noticed Alice was staring at her outfit. I looked over at the outfit and noticed how new it was. It had to be a designer outfit. Prada, or Vitton or some other runway name. It was a shiek long sleeved work dress with a scarf wrapped around her neck. She dressed like a fancy business woman.

"My name is Morgana Wintours." She explained, "I am the head council member of the supernatural affairs." She motioned to Angela, who still sat on the couch next to Alice, smiling. "Miss Weber, brought the existence of your family to our attention." She looked around at our house. Edward squeezed my shoulder, to comfort me. I looked up at him and he was smiling.

"I am aware that some of you have special abilities." Morgana looked up at Edward. "By his smile, I can tell he is the mind reader." She looked at the couch. " This young lady here, must be the psychic, by Miss Weber's description, and you." She pointed at Jasper. "Must be the one controlling the moods in the house." She paced the couch and stared at me. "That makes you the wife of the mind reader. You have the ability to block out the Voultri and their mental advances." She gave a nod of approval and continued walking. "And you two." She looked at Renesmee and Jacob. "By the looks of your warm skins, I take it you two are not full vampires." Jacob was the first to speak.

"I'm not a vampire at all." He straightened up. "I'm the werewolf." Morgana smiled at him, as if he was a child.

"From the looks of your appearance, and the full moon outside, I'd say you were a shapeshifter, not a werewolf." Edward and Emmet chuckled at Jacob's put down. "That makes you the hybrid." She looked at Renesmee. "Neither human, nor vampire." Renesmee looked down. Morgana made the word hybrid sound dirty. "Don't mistake my words, child. By not being either, you have the best of all the worlds. You can go out in the sun, interact with humans, and still live with your vampire coven. I am surprised that the other's don't want to be you." Renesmee looked up and smiled. She put her hand out to the woman and touched her hand. The lady looked shocked at the wave of memories that flowed through her mind. She stared at Renesmee for quite some time. Renesmee removed her hand and Ms. Wintours looked at Angela. "Miss Weber left out the detail that you can show memories." Carlisle stood up and extended his hand toward Morgana.

"I'd like to introduce myself. I'm Carlisle Cullen." Morgana extended her hand. She let her hand go limp at the wrist, displaying that she didn't 'shake hands' Carlisle took her hand and kissed the top of her pale skinned hand.

"You must be the leader of this coven." Carlisle frowned.

"We prefer the word, family." Morgana looked shocked. Carlisle continued. "A coven would be vampires that stay together to hunt or for protection. We do not stay together for convenience, we stay because we care about eachother." He motioned to Esme, who stood up and was by Carlisle in an instant. "This is my wife, Esme, and these are my sons, for all practical purposes, Edward, Emmet and Jasper, and these would be my daughters, Rosalie, Alice, and Bella. And you know my granddaughter, Renesmee, and our dear friend Jacob." Carlisle motioned to us as he spoke. This brought back my memory of our first day in Marks, with the Ogdons and then the memory of James. Carlisle had added me into his family even then.

"Jacob's more of a pet." Rosalie smirked. Even in front of a very intimidating witch, Rosalie just had to get the last jab in on Jacob. Morgana looked at all of us, we were clearly not what she had expected.

"Children? You tell people they are your children?"

"Well, adopted children. Edward, Emmet and Alice go by Cullen, Jasper and Rosalie go by the last name of Hale, and our new additions Bella, and Renesmee just joined us and go by Bella's original last name of Swan." Carlisle explained. By now, we were all standing, with the exception of Renesmee and Angela. Ms. Wintours looked us over as if we were a science experiment.

"I'm sorry to sound confused, but when we last talked to vampires, before our fall from power, vampires lived in covens of three or four. Large groups of vampires usually existed with one or two males and many females, almost in a harem like fashion. Your, family, is something completely different." Edward walked up behind Carlisle.

"Our family tries to act as human as we possibly can. We live in places that are dark most of the time, most of us masquerade as teenagers and attend school, and we hold normal family events such as birthdays or weddings. We can't eat human food, because it makes us sick, but we don't drink human blood either." Edward put his hand on my shoulder and his other hand on Renesmee. He smiled.

"Ms. Wintours, you seem tired. We have a guest room if you would like to stay the night here, we will be happy to make a bed up for you." Edward must have read that she was growing tired and confused. Ms. Wintours looked at Edward gratefully.

"I am tired. Miss Weber, perhaps we should go back to your house…" Ms. Wintours let her voice trail. I interrupted her.

"Nonsense, Angela can sleep here also, we have an extra room for her too." Since we never officially finished the rooms in the basement to look like the boy's rooms, we had rooms with extra beds that have never been slept in. Angela and Ms. Wintours looked aprehensive. That's when I remembered. Even though Angela knows most of us fairly well, she and Ms. Wintours have been taught that we are dangerous creatures. "If it would help, we could put another bed in one of the rooms and you two could stay in the same room." I suggested.

"Don't worry about us!" Alice piped up. "We won't bite." I cringed. That was probably the worst way she could have put it. Alice noticed her mistake instantly. "I didn't mean it that way, it was the mood of the sleepover talking." Alice put her head down, as if she were a child, caught telling a lie. Ms. Wintours smiled for the first time and walked over and put her hand on Alice's shoulder.

"Don't worry about it dear, if Miss Weber trusts your family, then so do I."

I believe the next chapter will be full of interviews and such. Ms. Wintours will want to understand them better.

And the Plot will start to thicken in the next chapter to so.

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