#sistersweird

Hope couldn’t help it. Her breasts were bigger, her ass was rounder, and she looked impressive. She’d not fair well in a battle or anything silly like that. But in her new place? In her right place? She was happier than she’d been in a while. She shrugged. 

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Hermione moaned softly around the ballgag as she rubbed her head against Prudence’s leg, before looking up at her as she felt the hand stroking her hair. Being on her knees like this, a ballgag in her mouth...something about this just felt so right...like this was where she truly belonged.

“Pretty sure witch mom thinks you are the bravest person she knows. Wasn't expecting all the chicken vibes you are transmitting my way right now.” Win confronted her aunt Prudence with all the lively lure of an expert scammer and the most provoking of smirks. How amazing was that tickling sensation when you knew a game was about to be on? 

“It doesn't have to be horse racing or cards. How about chess? Don't you want to show off this big brain and impress me?” Win's movements were at least partially influenced by the ballerina-like demeanor she saw in Rill, as evidenced by the elegant flair of her hand while raising to playfully tap along prudence's head in a daring caress. “Swordplay? Who doesn't swoon over the winning knight?!” She almost seductively tapped her arm along her hand's return down with impish confidence. Certain she could predict all of her moves in any kind of match before it had even started and intentionally avoiding hiding it. “You could choose anything...Doesn't it bother you I'm 110% sure I would still kick your ass? Don't you want to prove me wrong?” She aroused not her logic or reason, logical, smart people didn't accept challenges from her after knowing of her abilities, but her pride. Pride lead people to all kinds of fun decisions!

“Aunt Prudence....Pru. I can call you Pru, right?” She playfully whispered, only insinuating the  smug mocking and the implied lost of authority she was suffering in her eyes with each passing second she kept refusing a simple game. “You are not scared of your little niece...Are you?”

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She’s a Blackwood now, she thought back to her sister. Only to Agatha. She couldn’t deny that their other sister’s negligence stung. She won’t risk that. It was a sadly practical statement, one that caused a dull ache in her chest. She had always known Prudence was ambitious, bu the thought that she would leave them in favor of someone like Blackwood so completely was understandable yet painful. She knew Prudence would try to get closer to him, but she hadn’t expected her to switch her attention and her time so completely to her father. 

Prudence moved with deadly, vicious force, metal ringing on metal as she practiced. Her leather and lace coat was laid out over a chair and so she practiced in practical boots, leather pants, and a tightfitting white shirt. A leather harness was tied tightly to her torso, crossing over her chest, to sheathe her swords.

At the moment she was wielding only one, against a statue of animated armor, moving through forms with predatory brutality, a light sheen of sweat covering her.

She’d practiced with blade work since she was six, knives, then swords. A way to keep herself strong, a way to exercise she didn’t hate. It had a point. It had an edge.  And it let her focus her violent desires. There was an art to it, too. And-

Spinning, as she heard something, she shouted out a word, drawing the second sword from her back and throwing it end over end in Sabrina’s direction. The blade moved like a knife, directly towards the blonde. And there was a moment of surprise on her face, before it turned guarded, that careful laziness, and hand still extended, she flicked her wrist, and the sword shifted-

Burying itself several inches deep into the wood of the doorway beside Sabrina. “It’s dangerous, wandering the halls alone at night,” she said, dryly.

The sight of Prudence in leather with a sword in her hand shouldn’t have been surprising, but it definitely was... illuminating. In a rather confusing sort of way. Sabrina just stared as she continued to fight against a suit of armor, the sword so fluid and casual in her hands. 

And then all of a sudden, she turned toward Sabrina, throwing the sword straight at her. Her eyes widened in surprise and she tensed, throwing up her hands. The sword missed her, though, sailing past and hitting the wall behind her, sinking deep into the wood. She twisted slightly to look at it before turning wide eyes back to the other woman. 

“We’re at a school for magic, I didn’t expect swords,” she argued. 

Prudence shivered, trying to push against the hold of the other woman’s mind on her own. Distantly she felt her sisters sway, like they were drunk, or feverish, feeling the heat of Sabrina’s power press over her.

“I, yes, Mistress. I understand. I…I didn’t know you did this sort of thing,” her voice was distant, but her tone vaguely scoffing, as if trying to mock Sabrina but not quite finding herself able.

It was like three for one. She wasn’t planning on keeping control over them for long. Just a little taste of their own medicine for making her harrowing such a living hell.