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The white hair witch inhaled deeply with concern. The question was a loaded gun. There needed to be a level of trust in order to teach Sable her magic. The admittance to murder, the initial arrest and why, and then having handed Sable her wand only for there to be a negative reaction to it had her hesitant. So much had gone wrong already. Would the risk be worth it in the end.
But Syndra understood the desire to learn. They both could benefit from one another. If she could teach Sable how to channel her own magic, then perhaps Syndra could learn how not to rely so heavily on her wand.
âIf itâs even possible to do so,â there was an uncertainty in her voice as she finally responded. She took her earring from the air and set it down on the stand next to the bed. âPlease donât be offended for my hesitance to say yes. We both had a rocky start and we donât fully trust one another.â
Syndra leaned forward to take her hands in her own, âBut I want to trust you. I think you could teach me about your own ways. We could learn from one another.â She added with a small smile, âAnd magic shouldnât hurt to do it. I hated seeing the blood and you be so ill today. If there is one thing I can do for you, is I want to rectify that.â
The blood had been gorish. It had been a difficult and confusing thing to witness when Sable and her son had been in action. Magic should have never leave a witch or wizard so physically devastated. And for Syndra to see Sable, a beautiful and magnificent creature, be so quickly knocked down was hard. This needed to be fixed.
âIf I teach you, you have to teach me. But we have to agree to not use what we learn against anyone else,â she said firmly, giving her hands a tight squeeze. âPromise me. But also, what do you want to eat now? Because I am famished and you must be too.â
Sable knew there would be a give and take. She could not ask to harness that kind of magical energy without being asked about her own. Syndra had every right to bargain like she was. In her eyes, only a few hours ago, Sable was a criminal. Flippant to the laws that apparently existed for the magical and non-magical. She looked down at the hands squeezing her own, which were slightly warm from the use of the motion. The woman had beautiful hands.
âBien,â she said quietly, her head bobbing in a nod. Her hands squeezed Syndraâs back, tentatively at first. She studied them, her elegant fingers, her manicured nails. The witch swallowed, allowing her gaze to lift up to the others at least. âItâs a deal. But you cannot tell my family I am teaching you anything Montgomery.â
Despite the fact she was the matriarch and could do whatever the hell she wanted, her children and mother might see Syndra as the enemy, and their mother as someone fraternizing with said enemy. They would need to be eased into it, and Sable was too tired to think of how on earth she could do that.
The mention of food had her perking up, and she gave a lopsided, embarrassed smile when her stomach seemed to growl in response.
âOui,â she answered, âand I am good for anything. If you really want to break bread with a fou like me.â
âI have no intentions of saying anything to anyone where you are concerned. Your family, others like yourself, your welfare is in my hands. I cannot and will not put you all at risk.â
She may not have been sure of anything else but this, Syndra had no doubts. To put herself and these people at risk would be stupid on her part. It all stemmed from understanding how MACUSA would approach these magical, sentient beings. Syndra couldnât allow that to happen. They werenât for study and neither should they be forced under the umbrella that her people were pushed under.
âI do want to. While you are in my house, you are my guest. Iâll ensure youâll be taken care of to the fullest,â she released her hands and stood with a tired sigh.
There was a lot on her plate now, but it excited her some to come across Sable. It was something different from the mundane every day life. This gave her something to look forward to. And she certainly hoped Sable would be patient with her.
âAnything you wonât eat or I should avoid? I donât want you dying by allergies in my house,â she chuckled as she stood by the door. âAnd Iâll find you some clothes to change into so youâll be comfortable. Iâm sure youâd like to wash up after a day like youâve had.â


















