Sorry, I got this really bad writer's block and when your typing up political papers and then switch to fanfic it's hard to change your state of mind.

-Emmett POV

Emmett's first impression of Servillia was of a Roman patrician. Maybe it was the name, but something about her just said, 'nobility.' She wore her curly blonde hair up in a bun and had on a spectacular dress. It looked like it belonged in an earlier time, but the way she wore it, she could have taken it to Paris and received praise for a new fashion.

She looked older than Constantine, and yet at the same time was more youthful. Her sapphire eyes sparkled with mystery as though she could hand you the world or curse you. It was without a doubt that Blaine took most of his more attractive features from this woman. That wasn't to say that Blaine looked feminine or androgynous. On the contrary, he was a very masculine man, but Servillia was very present in his face. Emmett could only assume that somehow magic had played a part. Maybe witches performed their version of genetic engineering.

While Emmett was able to take in all these features, Servillia herself had eyes only for her son. The moment she walked into the living room she pulled him into a hug that threatened to break his back.

"My son. I've missed you so much." She said pulling away to look at him. "You look like you've been doing well, Emmett obviously takes good care of you."

Blaine didn't speak, he was too stunned to say anything. The look on his face said it all though, he could not be happier. He simply pulled his mother back into another hug. Emmett stayed back, he didn't want to ruin this family moment, but when Servillia pulled away she walked straight to him.

This was it, the moment that would define everything. As far as Emmett was concerned, Servillia held the future in her hands. If she disagreed, he was unsure if Blaine would be able to ignore he wishes.

Servillia surprised Emmett by pulling him into a hug. "You saved my son, you love him the way he deserves to be loved. I cannot think of how to thank you, but ask anything of me and it will be yours."

Emmett smiled, this was a good start. He spoke in a grateful voice. "All I want is the blessing of you and your husband to marry Blaine and to..." He ended his sentence early, but Servillia filled in.

"You'd like to turn Blaine into a vampire like you, right?"

"Yes ma'am, he wouldn't lose his powers and...it would keep him safe."

Servillia eyes Emmett for a moment before turning to Blaine. "Is that what would make you happy son?"

Blaine didn't hesitate he nodded with a smile. "Yes mom, Emmett is the best thing that's ever happened to me. I don't want to face life without him, and I won't be safe unless I turn."

"If it is what makes you happy, then who am I to disagree. However, a warning Emmett. If my son suffers under your hand, you will suffer under mine."

Emmett nodded. He was a little frustrated though, he had never done a single thing to harm Blaine. Why did everyone feel the need to warn him? The day that he caused Blaine pain would be the day that the world spun backwards.

"Well, now that the pleasantries and the threatening is over with, we can move on to happier matters." Constantine said noticing the tension in Emmett's jaw. Emmett smiled at his second father, the man was starting to grow on him.

Blaine walked over and took his hand as Emmett led the way into the dining room. He was unsure of what Constantine and Servillia were going to do now. He had been so focused on what the female witch was going to say that he hadn't really thought about what was going to happen after. This was quickly answered when Servillia snapped her fingers and a box appeared on the table.

Emmett had no idea what was in it, but Blaine seemed to recognize it. His eyes went wide and a smile crept across his face.

"Do you mean it?" He asked his father. Constantine nodded.

Blaine pulled Emmett towards the box and looked inside. It didn't contain much, a very thick notebook, little cloth satchels that Emmett assumed were full of herbs from their scent, and a black mirror. What anyone would ever need with a black mirror was beyond him, but this was obviously a box pertaining to witchcraft. He would have to start getting used to the idea of entering a new world.

Blaine reached for the notebook, he was hesitant though, as though it might bite.

"Is something wrong?" Emmett asked.

Blaine shook his head, "It's been awhile since I've been able to hold my Book of Shadows. I'm just really excited."

Servillia and Constantine were watching their son with pride in their eyes. As though the box contained a priceless violin and Blaine was about to take the stage at a concerto.

Blaine reached in and picked up the book. The moment his fingers touched the pages, Emmett let out a gasp. Blaine's hands were glowing and the air surrounding the book shimmered. Blaine turned towards Emmett and smiled.

"It's a normal reaction, it's happy to see me again." Blaine said as the glow faded.

Emmett cocked his head, "The book is sentient?"

Constantine let out a laugh, "No Em, but it is imbued with magic. Our Books are linked to us, the magic vibrates at the same frequency. It's also the reason why no one else can open a Book belonging to someone else." Constantine said all of this as though he was explaining basic math to a ninth grader. When he turned to whisper in Servillia's ear Blaine placed a comforting hand on Emmett's arm.

"He's not trying to be condescending, it's just something that is generally known among witches. After so many years it has to be odd explaining it." Emmett nodded, though he was still a little hurt. How could anyone expect him to know the rules for the magical community when he hadn't even known that witches existed before he met Blaine?

"So you want to go through it?" Emmett asked. Blaine nodded and turned the first page.