Chapter 8: DO NOT DARE TO HURT MY PAL!
On the streets of Malvadogar- the village of the dark witches- Gerald, Isabella and Oscar were surrounded by its residents- witches and wizards.
Oscar was trying to make them understand that the muggles as humans were known as in the world of witches and wizards did not deserve the resentment they received.
After years of failed attempts, Oscar doubted it would make any change now.
The crowd's attention diverted when they heard the sounds of claps coming from behind. Every head turned around to see a man- tall, slim with a pointed, long nose. His peppery hair was tied in a short ponytail behind the back of his head. His long beard rested on his chest, with grey hairs peeking out of the black mane.
His slightly big eyes were observing, calculative. He wore a black dress with an ankle-length coat that looked more like a cloak. His glasses rested slightly below his beard hung around his neck by a gold chain. He used them only while reading.
He looked calm from outwards, but one could see the dangerous glint in his greenish eyes. As soon as the crowd saw him, the silence prevailed on it.
"I appreciate your intentions Oscar. But it takes centuries to prepare a society for a revolution. Unfortunately we are at a very early stage of it." He said calmly.
Not waiting for anyone's response, he turned around, and the three visitors followed him wordlessly. The crowd dispersed but not before glaring at Isabella.
She sighed that at least she would not be bothered anymore, at least during this visit. The bearded man took them to a house, that was at the end of the road. The village of Malvadogar was not a large habitation.
It was only a humble habitation of about thirty to forty huts. And the bearded man was their chief, their guide and the one who provided them with what they needed- resources and refuge.
The house they all walked in looked like any other house in Malvadogar. The only difference in its exterior was it was decorated with various strange symbols coloured in white paint.
However, the normal-looking house transformed into a huge place that was no less than a villa. It looked like half of Malvadogar was present inside doing their respective things.
Isabella always got fascinated by this place. Looking from outside at a humble house one could never guess a four-storey space was fitted inside it. That was what was called magic!
Gerald always got annoyed by the fact that half of the things in Malvadogar flew in the air from here and there. He always got bumped into one of them, receiving a disapproving look from the onlookers afterwards.
"Look!" Isabella held his hand when a jar passed flying right in front of his face.
That was what annoyed him! Lazy magicians!!
Climbing the circular stairs that had heads of snakes at both ends, they reached the fourth floor where their magic chamber was.
"Come in," Reznor said.
This was Isabella's favourite part of this place, although nobody particularly cared about her opinion. The large space was covered by a doom shaped roof, and the most interesting part was- it reflected the sky outside even though it was as solid as the thick walls of this place.
It felt like the room was roofless when actually it was all for the amusement of Reznor.
"Isabella, I want to present my sincere apologies on behalf of my people for their rude behaviour towards you. I understand that they need time to accept the humans. I hope you understand it too!" He said in a sweet voice.
But Gerald knew better than that.
"Oh come on Reznor! You do not seem biding by your words in front of your people." Gerald did not care to hide the sarcasm.
Forcing a mild smile on his face, Reznor matched Gerald's stare.
"Yes, I do not because accepting humans is my personal choice and I can not forcefully enforce it upon others. If we need change, then we have to take small steps. Right Oscar?!"
"Hmm" Oscar did not explain much and directly jumped on the business.
"Why did you call us?"
"Ahh, yes!" Reznor said.
He pulled out his wand from the sleeve of his dress, another trick of his. And chanting a spell, he moved his wand in a particular pattern.
They were standing around a large vessel that contained a transparent liquid that resembled water. As his wand moved, the water turned misty.
Reznor then moved his wand down and then up, and a glittering figure came out of the misty water. It was an image of a mushroom.
"What is this?" Isabella asked.
"This is a type of fungi that grows at the foothills of the Northern mountain range. It is a very rare variety of mushrooms and blooms only in a particular period of the year.
And I want it!" Reznor told.
"Why don't you get it with the power of your stick?" Gerald rolled his eyes in annoyance.
"WAND! It is called wand Gerald! use the appropriate words. The right words at the right time can turn the tables around."
Gerald hated when that wizard spurted some philosophical shit. It sounded weird coming from his mouth.
"Do you need it for one of your experiments?" Isabella asked to ease the tension between the powerful wizard and a grumpy human.
"But I do not remember use of this particular variety of mushroom in any of the experiments." Oscar commented, rummaging through the pockets of his knowledge chest.
Reznor laughed, shaking his head. "Oh no, dear! I do not need it for my experiments. Actually-"
A black coloured hairy creature jumped out of nowhere curled in a hairy ball. It uncurled itself strutting around on its four paws. He had no eyes, nose or mouth as all he had for a face was a round that was covered in thick long, soft hairs.
It made some peculiar squeezing sound that always irritated Gerald. But Isabella found the creature very cute. She tried comparing it with a dog once, and the way Reznor roasted her verbally made her shiver in displease.
"Hello, Muffy!" The creature jumped in Reznor's hand, and the wizard caught it easily.
Laughing at it, Reznor scratched its neck that was again hidden under the thick sheet of black hair.
"Actually someone gifted those mushrooms to me and muffy accidentally ate some of them. And guess what, it became her favourite snack! Right muffy?!"
That was it!
Gerald looked at Reznor as if the wizard had just grown two heads. "Are you serious Reznor? Did you call us here only to get your dog's favourite snack? What do you think about us???" Gerald growled.
A deep scowl formed on Reznor's face as he glared at Gerald.
"It is NOT a DOG!" He gritted through his clenched jaw.
"Whatever that freaking creature is! We are not one of those elves who lick your feet all the time." Gerald retorted, angry at the whole thing.
"Did you just mentioned us, Gerald?"
A short creature with big blue eyes and bigger pointed ears walked towards them after appearing out of thin air. He had no hair on his body and was very slim that his limbs looked like sticks.
The elf named Fudge glared at Gerald with his distractingly big blue eyes.
Gerald only rolled his eyes at him. Seems like the man did not share any compassion with any of malvadogar's residents.
"Fudge, take him." Reznor passed Muffy to him before turning towards the three people in front of him.
"Now let's talk about the price."
"We are not getting your dog's snacks!" Gerald protested, but Isabella pinched him in the side.
"We are listening Reznor." She said.
Reznor's lips stretched in a satisfied smile. "This is why I like you Isabella even when you are a muggle, I mean... a human."
Gerald knew that it was not an unintentional mistake of calling Isabella muggle. Although Reznor let these two muggles- humans- establish some sort of relationship with Malvadogar, it was all for his selfish reasons.
Reznor again danced his wand in the air, and a brown bag fell in his other hand.
"What one bag for so much efforts?" Gerald spat.
Reznor nodded his head. "One bag for each one of you!"
The way Isabella's eyes twinkled in delight, Reznor knew that he had them where he wanted them.
Gerald opened his mouth to retort before Oscar nodded his head. "Deal!"
"What? I-"
"He is also contributing!" Isabella added quickly before Gerald lose his stake and made them lose theirs too.
"Good! This is the advance. And I will see you in two days."
Before they replied, Reznor was gone, disappeared into thin air.
Gerald sighed in frustration. This happened all the time. He fell into Reznor's trap when he saw money. Isabella took the pouch from Oscar and began throwing it in the air, only to catch it again.
Filch, who fell asleep in Gerald's coat pocket, woke up at the sound of clinking coins. It moved in the pocket, before jumping out to grab the pouch. But Isabella was quick to push Filch away, and the poor animal fell on the nearby table.
"Hey! Do not dare to hurt my pal!!" Gerald ran to Filch as the niffler gave him his most innocent look.
"Then tell your niffler to stay away from my money."
"Your money?" Oscar and Gerald asked in unison.
Isabella gave a sheepish smile to Oscar before she hugged him sideways. "I mean OUR money."
"Our money?" Now it was only Gerald, but then his niffler was right there to back him up.
"Yes. Because I am not sure if you will complete the mission and not leave us midway. So you will get your share only after you contribute your share of efforts... with honesty!" Isabella warned.
Gerald always wonder how this short and petite woman with curly hair dominated the two men- him and Oscar.
"Fine!" Gerald grumbled.
They began climbing down the stairs, but Gerald's eyes were searching for someone.
"Gerald will you walk little faster please?" Isabella called him.
He did not realise that he had paused mid stairs.
"Erm... yes."
He then resumed climbing down the stairs. He wanted to ask about the person he had not seen for quite a few days.
Reaching the ground floor, they were walking towards the door when Gerald saw a familiar figure around.
"I will be back in a minute." He told before running to that person.
"Hades! Hades! Wait a minute." Gerald called the man as he was walking in another direction.
Hades stopped and turned around to see Gerald approaching him. His mood instantly soured.
Gerald was the last person he wanted to see today.
"Gerald? What do you want?" Hades asked, masking his annoyance.
"Erm... I wanted to ask you something."
"What?" Hades narrowed his eyes.
Gerald's big green eyes again roamed around before they settled on Hades' face.
"Where is she?"
Hades' jaw ticked in irritation. He knew exactly who Gerald was referring to, yet he played obliviously.
"Who is she?"
"Sylvia. Where is Sylvia?" Gerald asked.
"I do not know." Hades tried to wrap up their conversation as soon as possible.
He did not understand why a muggle was interested in her and why she seemed more comfortable around him even more than anyone in the Malvadogar.
"How can you say that you do not know? You are always with her. She tells you about her whereabouts. Tell me, where is she?" Gerald was not a little angry.
"And why do you care? Why do you want to know where is she?" This time Hades did not try to hide his resentment towards Gerald.
"I do not need to tell you that!"
Sensing the tension between the two men, Oscar was already by Gerald's side.
"Enough! Hades do you really don't know where is Sylvia?" Oscar asked.
Hades shook his head with a milder tone, he said, "No Oscar. I really don't know or else I would have told him."
Oscar nodded his head. "If you contact her then tell her that gerald was asking about her. See you later!"
With that said, Oscar held on Gerald's hand before dragging him out of Reznor's place and then out of Malvadogar.
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Chapter 9: SEE OUTER WORLD TO EXPERIENCE FREEDOM!
Soft melodies came from the Longhurst palace in the morning. The piano melody was so soothing that it elevated the mood of all servants and every person who heard it.
Ralph had appointed one of the best maestro of piano playing in the region to teach his beloved daughter. Theodora was taking piano lessons for five years. It was believed prestigious for elite women to learn at least one musical instrument.
Ralph chose piano for her because that was his favourite musical instrument.
Every Wednesday and Thursday, Theodora took her lessons, and those were Ralph's favourite mornings.
Theodora sat with a straight back, maintaining her aura. Her long slender fingers danced on the black and white keys skillfully. Bertha stood at some distance, enjoying the music just like everyone else.
Theodora's teacher, a man in his late fifties, sat beside her. His eyes were following her fingers keenly.
The abrupt ringing sound of the wrong key spoiled the mood and every face which heard the wrong key soured.
"Theodora, what happened?" The tutor asked with scrunched brows.
Theodora stood up, and before the man could understand anything, she kicked the huge piano with her sandals.
Bertha, who was standing not far away, gasped loudly.
The tutor was known as a short-tempered man with wholehearted dedication for his skills. He also stood up in rage after watching his student insulting the piano, which was no less than a god.
"THEODORA!!!" His voice thundered, reverberating all around the place.
Hearing the tutor's loud voice Ralph, Cordelia and Zerith came running to see what made him angry.
Theodora did not like the way the tutor raised his voice at her. Not even her father had ever done that with her.
"Do NOT raise your voice at me! Do not forget who you are talking to!!" The nostrils of her long nose flared as she glared at the man with her hazel eyes.
"Theodora! What happened?" Ralph walked further into the room.
Seeing everyone gathered around, Theodora's mood spoiled.
They all waited to hear her explanation. Cordelia passed a sideway glance at Bertha to see her as lost and confused as her.
"I broke my nail."
A still silence befell in the room at her statement.
"Is that why you pressed the wrong key and then kicked this piano?" The tutor narrowed his eyes at her.
"Yes. This stupid thing ruined my efforts of an hour that I spend shaping and taking care of my nails. And now they do not look good!" She frowned with a sad face.
Bertha and Zerith shared a meaningful look. That was so typical of Theodora.
For her, nothing really mattered. Let the kingdoms engage in the wars, let the people die in hunger and poverty, let the world turn upside down... she did not care.
All she cared about was herself, her looks, her name, her likes and dislikes, her arrogance and pretty much everything that involved her name.
"Theodora! You created all this fiasco just for your one nail?!! I can not believe you sometimes. How dare you speak with your tutor in that disrespectful way? Apologise to him!"
Cordelia was always concerned for her daughter. She did not like a single thing that the woman had become. And she blamed it all on Ralph. If only he acted like a responsible father and had not spoiled her with excessive love, then her little girl would have become someone better.
"What are you saying mother? You want me to apologise to him?" Theodora looked at her mother as if she had grown two horns on her head.
"Yes! I want you to apologise to your teacher." Cordelia affirmed.
Ralph cast a disapproving glance at his wife. Why did not she understand that Theodora was Ralph Longhurst's daughter? She had the highest social status on the island, and thus she did not need to do apologise to people who held lower social status than her.
At such times, Theodora's only weapon was her father. She turned to her father and walked towards him.
"Father say something. Mother just does not miss a chance to humiliate me in front of people. I am not going to apologise to him because I have done no wrong." Theodora declared.
Her tutor, who was being patient all this time, saw a golden opportunity to quit the job. He was faded up by Theodora's tantrums and the insults she threw his way in every lesson. He himself could not believe how he spent five years with this rich spoiled brat.
But now he was done... done for good!
"Lord Longhurst, pardon me if I am crossing my line but if she is not going to apologise then I have no interest in continuing her training."
Cordelia's eyes widened in shock. She knew after how many difficulties Ralph managed to find the appropriate tutor for their daughter. Nobody was ready to take a job because of Theodora's negative popularity.
"You are overreacting!" Ralph finally opened his mouth, and as expected, he opened it in defence of his daughter.
"I am overreacting, My Lord? Your daughter just kicked the very instrument she is learning for the last five years. For artists like us, our art and everything associated with it is as sacred as holy books.
I have tolerated my insults all these years, but I can not tolerate the insult of my art and my instrument!" The tutor was not ready to listen to anyone.
He knew that Ralph would never let him leave his job for any other reason. He had tried that many times only to fail. So he had to grab this opportunity.
Ralph opened his mouth to say something, but Theodora did not let him.
"Father, I am also not interested in learning this shit. I do not need this tutor."
"Theodora what are you saying? And do not call it shit. You know how expensive that piano is!" Now Ralph was angry at his princess.
Theodora rolled her eyes in annoyance. Her complete attention was concentrated on her broken nail.
"Father, stop pestering me and certainly stop throwing your unfulfilled wishes on me. I do not like sitting behind these four walls and learn piano or knitting or anything useless like that!"
Ralph knew where this conversation was heading, and he did not like it. To avoid the topic, he turned his attention towards the tutor. Ralph tried everything in his power to make the tutor understand, but when the tutor compared the insult of the piano with the insult of Ralph's favourite sword, made Ralph understand him.
And that left him with no other option than to let the tutor go. Besides his daughter was no more interested in learning the piano.
The tutor left, and now Ralph was so angry that his eyes turned red.
"Theodora, you cannot sit idly. You must learn womanly skills before you get married. How is the man going to choose you if you do not know any of that?" Ralph glared at her.
Theodora always found these conceptions of contemporary society senseless. A man should love the woman and vice versa. Where do these womanly skills come in between?
"I do not need a man who will accept me as his wife only because I know how to knit, do the gardening or play the piano." She pointed at the piano behind her.
"Instead, I want a man who will accept me for who I am. I want him to accept me unconditionally and provide me with everything that I need and demand. I want a lavish life with adventures and something with which I can prove myself.
I want to be on the top of that pyramid of power father! And for that, I need to learn things, see the outer world, experience the freedom!"
The passion she had for freedom and power frightened Cordelia. She feared that if her daughter did not get what she exactly wanted, then she might destroy either her or other's life.
"Enough! I have important things to be taken care of!" With that said, Ralph slipped out of there.
But that infuriated Theodora even more.
"See! This is how he always ignore me and my wishes. He claims that he loves me the most but I doubt it. Sometimes I even think that if I am his real daughter or-"
A slap landed on Theodora's face taking everyone by shock.
Bertha and Zerith could not do anything other than just watch silently. They had no right to interrupt.
Cordelia's chest heaved up and down in anger. Only she knew how she restrained herself with only one slap.
"If you dare to say it one more time then..." Cordelia pointed her finger at Theodora in a warning.
The mother and the daughter glared at each other, but as a wise woman, Cordelia walked away before the situation worsened.
Theodora's eyes met Zerith and Bertha's, but before any one of them say a word, she stomped her way to her chamber while wiping her angry tears.
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Gerald, Isabella and Oscar were ready for their next adventure. They had two bags packed and loaded on the men's shoulders. Filch was ready and comfortable in Gerald's jacket pocket.
Oscar pulled out his wand from under his shirt after they reached the right place. He moved his wand while chanting a spell. He moved his hand in a circular motion, and soon a fiery orange circle appeared in the air.
As its circumference enlarged, a forest could be seen through it.
"Ready?" Oscar asked the other two.
"As ready as I could ever be!" Came Isabella's enthusiastic reply.
"I can't believe we are doing this!" Groaned Gerald.
Filch made a squeaking sound sending his excitement to them.
Isabella was the first one who entered through the portal, followed by Gerald. Oscar was the last one to go through it. As soon as they all disappeared inside the portal, it also disappeared.
The three of them landed on a forest ground at the other end of the portal, and then it also disappeared. They scanned their surrounding, hearing the chirping of birds and other forest sounds.
"So according to the details given by Reznor, we will find those mushrooms at the top of the that peak." Isabella told after five minutes of studying the whole area.
She pointed at the peak that looked far away from where they stood.
"That peak? Oscar you could have get us right there with your stick." Gerald groaned again.
Oscar cast him a displeased glare. "It is a wand Gerald and not a stick!"
"They look the same to me!" Came Gerald's dry reply.
Oscar shook his head in annoyance. There was no point in arguing with that man when he was in not a good mood.
"Even the magic has its limitations, Gerald. No power in this world is above that creator." Oscar said wisely.
Gerald rolled his eyes at him with bored expressions. "Then what is the use in being one of the most prominent wizards of the magic world?"
Saying that Gerald began marching his way to their destination. Oscar was about to argue with him, but Isabella held his hand.
"Let him be. You know how grumpy he becomes when he does not find a work interesting."
Oscar sighed. He had no idea that the boy he took under his wings years ago would one day make him speechless in the literal sense.
Half an hour later, the flat ground ended, and the hills welcomed them.
The Sun was burning heatedly in the sky. And even though they were walking through thousands of trees, the high humidity made them beg for water and rest.
"I cannot believe we are risking our lives for a pet's favourite food!" Gerald grumbled.
Here we go again! thought Isabella.
"Gerald stop complaining and be careful. You are already here and now there is no way back unless we get those mushrooms." Oscar chided him.
"Whose pet eats mushrooms?" Gerald made a weird face.
"Well... Reznor's does." Isabella shrugged her shoulders.
Gerald was so jealous of her that he thought she used her female card very well in such situations. Like right now, she was walking free of any burden carrying only a stick to use for support while climbing the heights.
And he and Oscar had to carry the heavy bags when he had no idea what they contained.
"Why don't you carry this bag for a while you smartypants?" Gerald finally spoke his mind.
Isabella turned around, raising an eyebrow at him. "Gerald be a genteleman for once and show the chivalry."
That was her answer every time he asked her to take an effort.
"Chivalry has never been my virtue, Mrs Payne!" He smirked, seeing the blush on her face.
Oscar cleared his throat but kept his mouth closed as he by now understood that whatever he said was as useless as the dust under his feet.
"Because you lack woman's touch in your life!" Isabella retorted back.
Gerald made a face as if he was seriously thinking about it.
"You are right! I do not have a single woman in my life then how am I suppose to instigate chivalry in me?"
"Exactly that- Oh wait! Have you just ignored me?" Isabella stopped when she realised the meaning of Gerald's words.
"Erm... no. I just said the truth. Oscar do you know a single woman I am associated with? Of course other than Sylvia!"
Filch, who was now on Gerald's shoulder, laughed throwing his forelimbs in the air. Even Oscar had a hard time stifling his laugh.
Sylvia's name always irked Isabella as she considered her potential competition in getting Oscar. Which was actually a ridiculous thing in Gerlad's opinion.
He thought he understood Sylvia better than anyone else. That witch was not interested in anything other than acquiring power. She was only impressed with Oscar for his abilities, just like every other member of Malvadogar and even the magic world.
"Shut up Gerald! Before chivalry, you should care about the way you speak with people. Perhaps that is the reason no woman wants to associate herself with you. And now even Sylvia is avoiding meeting you!" Isabella burst out laughing and resumed walking.
But Gerald fell silent. He wondered why Sylvia was avoiding meeting him. He would find it once he returned back to Malvadogar, and this time Hades could not stop him!
While trekking their way up the hill, they finally sighed in relief when plain ground greeted them. The forest ground was covered with dry leaves and twigs.
The sight looked so inviting that isabella was tempted to run and jump on the bed of dry leaves.
But Oscar sensed something odd.
With furrowed brows, he looked around at the lush green trees standing tall and calm. And then his eyes again fell on the bed of dried leaves ahead.
"Stop!" He commanded, and the other two halted in their pace.
"What happened?" Isabella asked, sensing the grave seriousness of his tone.
Gerald and Oscar's eyes met, and a silent conversation passed between them. He followed Oscar's gaze around the green trees and the bed of brown-yellowish leaves.
"Will anyone of you please tell me what is going on?" Isabella hated the way they spoke through the silence like two wise gentlemen when she knew how dumb they could be at times.
Gerald picked up a stone. Throwing it into the air only to catch it again, he narrowed his eyes and hurled that stone on the bed of the dry leaves.
As soon as the stone hit it, they heard rustling sounds, as if something moved under that bed. The three of them took an alert stance, and Oscar had his wand pulled out immediately, ready to defend them.
But nothing happened for the next one minute. But by Gerald's attempt, they have figured that it was not safe to walk ahead on that same ground.
Gerald looked around at the trees that were scattered all over the place. He walked towards the nearing one.
"Gerald be careful!" Oscar warned from behind.
Gerald stopped at a hand's distance from the tree, observing it keenly. To his human eyes, it looked harmless.
Filch made a squeaking sound sitting on Gerald's shoulder.
"Come on pal!" Gerald encouraged, bringing his shoulder near the tree.
Filch protested at first, but when Gerald was reminded of the bag of shiny gold coins, he lost it. The niffler clenched Gerald's shirt tightly and slowly touched the tree trunk with its tail. Filch closed his eyes in anticipation of something bad, but when nothing happened, he became confident.
Making happy sounds, it then slowly touched the tree with its limbs only to hump on it later.
"It's safe!" Gerald smiled, turning his head back to Isabella and Oscar as they both sighed in relief.
"Aaaaahhhh"
Their relief was short-lived. Gerald moved his hand in the air, blowing air with his mouth on it.
"Gerald! What happened?" Isabella was the first one to run to him.
She took his hand in hers, and her eyes widened in shock to see his burnt skin.
Gerald's face contorted in pain as he looked at the tree. He did not understand what happened when he touched it even though Filch still sat on it harmless.
"Don't touch these trees. They must be poisonous for humans and perhaps for wizards too."
Gerald, Isabella and Filch gave Oscar a glare to which he only shrugged his shoulders. "What? I do not want to get the same burn."
Gerald rolled his eyes at him. Isabella pulled out a handkerchief from the pocket of her pants. Yes, she was not only a theif but was also a woman who was no less than a cultural shock for that society as she always wore Oscar's clothes.
Nobody blamed her as they knew how convenient those clothes were for her, especially when she had to finish a mission given by Reznor or other witches and wizards of the Malvadogar.
She wrapped Gerald's wound with it for the time being as she did not want it to get worse.
"What are we going to do now?" Isabella asked, looking first at the trees surrounding them and then at the bed of leaves sprawled on the entire ground.
"I think we should take another route?" She then suggested.
"No way!" Both men said in unison. Isabella scowled at them while Filch only facepalmed itself.
"It took us a lot of efforts to find the right route. There is no way we are taking another one and stuck in the middle of nowhere." Gerald argued.
Oscar joined him but with a more logical argument. "Besides, if this is the trap then it is obvious that one might take another route. What if it is also trapped like this or even worse? We do not have enough time and need to go back to Reznor with those mushrooms or he will cut on our rewards."
"Oh, God! Then what are we going to do now?" Isabella groaned in frustration.
"That... I do not know. But first I want to see what lay underneath those leaves." Oscar said.
Isabella shook her head fervently to stop him. She always got frightened, when Oscar or Gerald and most of the time they both together called a danger their way.
'It excites us and adds fun in life!' They always said whenever she confronted them for it.
Before Isabella opened her mouth, Gerald had it covered with his good hand. Both men smirked, looking at each other, and Isabella knew that her efforts were futile, and now she only had to watch or run for her life.
Oscar moved his wand in the air, casting a spell that caused the whole bed of dried leaves to lift in the air only to disperse it around, clearing the sight in front of them.
And when they saw what was underneath, not only Isabella but also Gerald and Oscar had their eyeballs popped out of their skulls in shock.
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