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CHAPTER 61

As the summer progressed, I found myself in the studio for the majority of my time. It seemed that my mother wanted me out of the house as much as possible after the incident. If I was ever home, I was practicing, that was all summer was. It was therapeutic in a way, for all I saw when I slept were visions of the past that I did not want to relive. Visions of the palace I once called home during my summers, and the people that I associated with it.

I did not speak of it. I was never one to openly discuss my problems.

"I am so bored." Teagan puffed, lying on the wood floor of Darcy's studio.

"We just had a four hour class, and another four hours practice. How are you bored?" asked Lena, another banshee at their studio. She was getting ready to leave.

"It's not that." Audrey jumped in. "It's just this whole routine. This whole thing is getting so mundane. We've been doing this for a straight month"

"But none of us can leave." said Teagan sadly. "You know how our parents are, especially now."

The invasion of our home was not the only occurrence in our community. Everything was becoming weird for creatures. There were more and more stories of men coming in, threatening our families, trying to persuade them to join their cause. Little violence had occurred, and no deaths, but things were getting worse.

Our parents, they did not speak of it. They kept us in the dark, but we knew. Not only from what we had experienced within our community, but from each other's encounters, and stories from the studio.

The last half of 1975 was rather tense, and it was just the beginning of it all…

Audrey, Chantal, and Teagan sat in a circle in the middle of the floor. All three of them were looking around, playing with their hands, or doing something else.

"I have an idea!" Chantal shot up from the floor, startling her friends. They looked at her, listening.

"We can't go anywhere without some sort of parental supervision of some sort." Chantal started.

"Don't remind us." Audrey snorted, they were sixteen years old, nearly legal adults!

"Well, I have a loophole." Chantal said triumphantly. "France."

"The entire country of France is not a loophole, blondie." Teagan rolled her eyes.

"I'm aware, Teag!" Chantal said exasperated. "My father lives in France, and we can easily have a free run there! We could go incognito, explore the streets of Montpellier. Sit by the water…I think we just need a change of scenery."

"It's worth a shot." Audrey shrugged. "The only people we have to convince are our parents though."

Audrey knew convincing Isaac and Airleas was going to be difficult, especially seeing as Airleas wasn't there. She was teaching in a colony on the other side of the country.

"Chantal, your mum is going to be the easiest to convince, seeing as it's your father and all." Teagan said evenly, looking between the two.

"True." Chantal nodded. "Though it's your mum that'll be the most challenging, Teag." said Chantal.

It was true, for banshees had the most difficult time being concealed from the world. I knew my father was going be strict, given my history, but Teagan's mother was an entirely different level of difficulty.

"ABSOLUTELY NOT." Tara scolded, her teeth pointing. "What do you think? That you're human? That you can just go running off to another country and no one is going to notice your differences? It is not safe!"

Though Audrey had known Tara her whole life, she sometimes hated her outbursts. Even if those outbursts were true.

"She is right." Isaac said sternly, his arms crossed, staring at the three girls.

The three girls had returned earlier to Teagan's log cabin to find Tara, her mother, sitting in the den chatting with Isaac. They figured they might as well ask those two first, seeing as they knew Catherine, Chantal's mother would say yes.

"We'd be with Chantal's father." Teagan pleaded. "Please."

"It's the middle of July." said Isaac, skeptical. "Why on earth would you three want to go to France now?"

"Papa, please. We need a change of scenery. The every day things that we love are now becoming so mundane." Audrey spoke Russian for the first time in what felt like centuries.

He was surprised by it, and so was I. The language we had once used everyday had ceased to be spoken after that terrible Christmas.

You can imagine our surprise when he consented. I believe it was hearing his native tongue. Perhaps it warmed his heart. Perhaps it told him that we were suffering and that this was our last chance to enjoy our lives and our freedom before it was all washed away by the waters of oppression and war.

Teagan's mother consented after a private chat with Isaac, and the girls breathed a sigh of relief.

The next day was a flurry of packing, though Audrey wasn't sure how long they were actually going to be in France. Chantal had never specified, and now Audrey had to write to Sirius explaining the whole thing.

He knew I was suffering there, I had told him after all. We wrote nearly everyday to each other. Though he was at the Potter's with James, he didn't fully understand the confinements that were placed upon us.

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Miles away, Sirius Black sat on his bed at the Potters'.

Peck. Peck.

At the window, was a tiny black owl.

"Omi!" Sirius cooed at the tiny owl, opening the window. James Potter, sitting in the chair next to Sirius' desk, snickered.

Sirius shot his best mate a look.

"You are so whipped, Pads." James smiled.

"To Omi?" Sirius raised a brow, acting dumb.

"You know very well what I mean, Sirius." James said, serious.

Sirius smirked at his friend, unfolding the parchment that Omi brought. "You'll understand one day, James. Just you wait."

Sirius,

Somehow, my father, Teagan's mother, and Chantal's mother agreed to let us visit Montpellier for…I'm not sure how long. And I know what you're thinking to yourself "How could you not know how bloody long you'll be?" Chantal, Teag, and I have never been the best at planning things so spontaneously… Hell, I think we're all still surprised that our parents actually said yes.

Give James my love.

…Oh, and I guess you could have some love too.

Audrey

Sirius cocked his head to the side as he read his letter, James watched amused.

"Let me guess." began James. "Russia's complaining again about her mundane activities and being confined."

"Yeah, mate."

James and I always made fun of them for complaining. It was ironic, for I wouldn't truly understand what they had gone through until much later on.

Audrey,

I WILL MOST CERTAINLY NOT GIVE JAMES YOUR LOVE…just kidding. I'm glad you're going to get out, but I hope you do realize that the day you are coming back, down to the very minute, I will be waiting at your cottage.

James read over Sirius' shoulder. "Gee mate, if you weren't together I'd say you were a creep."
"You're a creep for looking over my shoulder." Sirius smirked.

Keep me posted, beautiful.

- Sirius

Audrey chuckled at Sirius' letter.

There was no way that Sirius Black would arrive on time. No way. Though I was considering formally inviting him over to meet my parents…things were getting on the serious side at the time. I knew it wouldn't be odd, for my parents had already met him. The circumstances however, were bloody and terrible.

Audrey's mind flashed back to St. Petersburg, the blood on the intricate wood floors. Her Nanna's blank lifeless stare…

She shook her head. She wouldn't think of it, she started new when she debuted and she needed to forget as much of the past as possible.

Chantal's father met the girls the next morning and they port-keyed to his château.

Luc, Chantal's father, was from a rather wealthy family of vampires. Her heritage was very similar to that of my family in St. Petersburg. There was always a pang in my chest when I remembered that.

Catherine, Chantal's mother, was still married to Luc even though they lived in two different countries. Catherine moved with Chantal after she was born, for her own safety. Just as my parents had when my mother was expecting me. Families like ours were always known targets. Whether it is for the money we had "stolen" from wizards, our secrets, or pure hatred for creatures.

Chantal still saw her father over summer holidays every year, but most of the time, Luc would come to them. It was much safer, our community in England was secluded, you see. However, in the last few months, with all of the break ins in various homes including my own, we had begun to question that.

"Welcome!" Luc exclaimed, as the four had landed in the main hallway of Château Roux.

"Luc, do you ever find it ironic that your last name is Roux?" Teagan asked, as they followed him down the hallway to their respective rooms.

"Non, pour quoi?" Luc asked.

"Well, you're a family of vampires and blood is red." Teagan smirked. "Red…rouge…roux…"

"That is hilarious! Why haven't I thought of that? You must tell that to my mother when you meet her." Luc laughed.

Chantal's father laughed like a giant that had just sucked on a helium balloon, it was magnified by the acoustics of the house.

Audrey and Chantal snorted and rolled their eyes. Luc had always been rather goofy when around the girls, but normally he was serious.