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This show. It’s soooo good.  It has everything! It’s a trippy psychological thriller, mixed with romance, creepy horror and a bit of singing and dancing. It’s a mindfuck every episode! I can’t get enough!

Golden slumbers fill your eyes...

Will you shut up with that damn song!?

...smiles awake you when you rise. Sleep pretty darlings, do not cry... And I will sing a lullaby...

You’re not going to see them again, Virginia.  You’ll never see your family again...in fact...your husband may be dead...

Shut up.

Or, if not dead, wanted dead...

Shut.  Up.

It burns.  Everythin’ burns, everythin’ ‘urts.  Ah jus’ wanna get ‘ome t’ my ‘usband an’ kids.  Glenn knew ‘bout me, maybe ‘e knows ‘bout tha twins?  We don’ talk much... ‘e jus’ comes in an’ does ‘is lil’ Ligh’ show t’ surpress...It.  Them.  Wotever th’ fel is in ‘ere with me.

The fel is right.

Shut up, shut up, shut up!

No, vessel.  He has weakened us...but we are still here.

Get out of m’ ‘ead, m’ body, get out, get OUT!

Chains rattled as Gin moved her hands to her head, clutching at the dirty black strands, tears streaming down her face.

Senladis sighed as he pulled on his robes, robes he had not worn in over a year, robes that symbolize a time in his life he both was ashamed of and proud to look back on.

As he dressed he thought back on the past few days, getting the call to war, meeting with the others he would serve upon the Broken Isles with, and of course telling his love. Lilthessa was shocked, heartbroken even, at the thought of him going to the conflict with the Legion, but at least she understood. He looked over to the bed where she slept knowing he would need to wake her before he departed to Dalaran, and then who knows where Alucius would have them head. All he knew is yesterday could have been the last day he spent with his family. He stared into the mirror as tears rolled down his face.

He was terrified. Terrified that he wouldn’t come back to them, that the future child that grew inside his wife would grow up without a father. He knew Arlo would care for them when he was gone, knew he was just a portal away, but he also knew it wasn’t likely that he could leave the front and go to Dalaran to meet them, let alone all the way home to the manor. He was so scared. Going to war in Northrend didn’t even scare him like this did, after all now he had so much to lose, so much to live for. Northrend, that was a front he went to hoping to die.

Senladis sighed a bit as he moved over to the bed, giving his wife a soft kiss and stirring her from her sleep.

“Is it time already?” She asked sleepily as she woke, knowing it was well past midday as they had been up most he night, savoring what time they had. Even Eleniel got to stay up later just to spend a bit more time with him.

Senladis sighed a bit. “Sadly, Lilthesa it is.” He said as he kissed her again, his lips meeting hers with the deep passion they had come to feel between one another.

She started to weep, tears streaming down her face.“ You promise.” She said pushing her hands into his chest. “You promise to write every chance you can and get back home to me safely.” She managed to voice between her sobs.

“Of course.” He said simply, holding back his own tears now, he had to be strong for her. He stood slowly, leading his wife to Eleniel’s room before creeping in, giving the child a soft kiss and hug. The child did not wake, which is probably for the best. She didn’t quite understand how truly tragic this could end up being, and Senladis hoped that someday she would be grateful.

He gave one last kiss as the door to his wife. “I’ll be back before you know it.” He said managing a smile.

“Not soon enough.” Came her response before she turned, unable to bear his departure.

Senladis stepped outside, pulling the scroll from his robe and inscribing the runes upon it. He took a deep breath; chanting and drawing on the magics within him, arcane magic began to swirl up from the ground surrounding the man and with a final release and tear in his eye, he was swept off to Dalaran, and a new chapter in his life.

She could sense it. There was something stirring in the fel magics she had dipped into recently, replacing the purple glow with a bright green one as she moved.

They are coming.

Such...power. She could almost see in color again, rather than the hazy violet outline she had previously "seen" in.

None are safe.

Something felt odd, on her scalp, near the leather straps holding her skull together. Kilton turned towards her, allowing the warlock to see above her head.

Horns.

We are coming.

She had horns sprouting.

We are coming.

“I’m flirting with you.”

Stella rolled her eyes at the statement, whispered from across the library table. “I recognize that,” she murmured back. She didn’t look up from her parchment. Without giving an indication to the other students around them, Stella jabbed the point of her wand into the Dominic’s hand, 

“However, I’m studying.” The last word slid through her teeth for emphasis. What she was doing, what he was supposed to be doing. “You’ve yet to earn the right to flirt with me. Get full marks on that essay,” she waved her wand toward his own parchment (with only a few scratches of ink on it), “and maybe I’ll allow flirtation at the next study session.”

“Come home with me.”

Stella paused in her actions to look up at the Slytherin boy. Wiping her mouth in a false sense of daintiness, Stella asked, “I’m sorry?” She had had his cock in her mouth and he asked her to come home with her? Firstly, she was offended purely by the fact that he was able to speak a cogent sentence while she was attending to him. He should be something close to brain-dead. But then to assume that she wanted to go home with him. To his strict and anal family full of money. When she could just stay at the castle, have the run of Hogwarts. Laugh and exchange gifts and chocolate with the other orphans. Christmas Dinner with the few staff that stayed behind was always a treat.