Magical Hogwarts

"Oh, are they now?" Rheya giggled, her free hand moving to cover her mouth. It was a silly thing to think about avocados' energy, but Rheya was not in the slightest bit surprised. This was Senna; after all, she operated on a whole other wavelength, and Rheya felt lucky to get glimpses of it now and then. Senna's fingers trailing along her palm sent little shivers up Rheya's arm, and she smiled. It was a warm feeling; tingly, she liked it. "Mmmhmm," Rheya murmured, she was creative, though she had felt less so lately. Now that things were going with the band, but that was just anxiety acting up, she knew it would pass.

"Issues like what?" Rheya asked, her mind immediately jumping to a specific man's face, the long black hair he was constantly pushing out of his face, and the cigarette that was dangling dangerously between his fingers. Kai. "Wait, three kids? Or three marriages?" She blurted out; all thoughts of Kai washed away as she shook her head at Senna. "My dad is not going to pay for three weddings, babe," Rheya said with a laugh, but she knew he would, not that she would ever ask.

"When are we going to get married, then? Can you see that?"

"They areee," Sen insisted, smiling lightly as she heard Rhey laugh. She knew it was silly, but she couldn't help but think those fruits(?).. vegetables(?) were always slightly judging her. And then of course, she blinked and they were all brown on the inside.

Senna shrugged at the question. "Issues of the heart," she said mysteriously, smiling lightly. She had no clue. She didn't even know if she was reading it right. She needed more practice. Merlin, she was jealous of natural-born seers. "Three marriages," she added then her eyes met Rhey's with a devilish glint. "Maybe the first husband will be mega rich and we can live off the money from the divorce. We won't have to ask Mr. H to pay for all of them, we'll just be two badass witches with our own fortunes." She could imagine it, but it made her laugh considering there were still hustling even despite the recent upswing in popularity Ollie and the band were getting these days.

"Babe, whether we make it official or not, you're stuck with me for life," Senna told her with a smile before leaning down to kiss the center of Rhey's palm lightly and interlacing their fingers as she stood up. "C'mon, let's walk a little more. Do the Hawkins have a family mausoleum or plot?" she asked curiously, the excitement shining in her eyes.

She shook her head lightly even as she smiled brightly. "We wouldn't need a pool. Mr. H's is still my favorite room in your house. Plus I hear famous quidditch players swim around in there all the time," she added impishly, her teeth flashing in the dark as she winked at Rhey. The fact that she had swum around in Rhey's pool with captain of the Griffins wasn't a secret between them, but Sen did look back on that with a smile. He was still so intriguing to her. "Then again, maybe we should so we can skinny dip more often," she added as an afterthought with a tinkle of a laugh as she pulled Rheya further down the path even though she had no idea where she was going. She knew Rhey would guide her.

As they came closer, Senna's eyes widened at the strength of the structure. The stone seemed unyielding and the iron door unwelcoming, and still she wanted to go inside. She ran a finger over the carved sigils on the door frame, wondering what they meant, before she slipped inside, her heart beating faster.

It was dark and cool inside, smelling of wet earth and the kind of staleness you would expect. Moonlight shone through the one small window high at the end and Senna could just barely make out the names of past Hawkinses. She whispered the illumination charm and her wand glowed faintly with white light as she walked around, her footsteps light. She turned and faced Rhey, her wand just below her chin, casting dark shadows. "Creepy," she said ominously but couldn't help the happy smile that came with it. This place was amazing.

"I like how you think," Rheya said with a grin, beaming at the advantages of having their own pool with a bit more privacy. Skinny dipping at her dad's wasn't on the top of Rheya's to-do list, cute professional Quidditch players or not. They moved through the graveyard as if they had been here a million times before. Rheya following a half step behind Senna and appreciating her best friend as she pulled her toward something.

Rheya loved how Senna lit up everything around her like energy thrummed off her and brought everything else to life. She was sure Senna had never been here before, but the other witch behaved as if it was as familiar as her own home. The blonde witch moved through life with such grace, and it made Rheya feel more at ease too. Like she could feel at home wherever they were, so long as she had Senna's hand to hold.

Bringing the other witch into the mausoleum, Rheya was excited to see her reaction. It was like giving gifts or surprising someone, it was less about the thing and more about the response, and Rheya was eager to make her best friend smile. "Isn't it?" She added, agreeing that it was indeed quite creepy. "Wyatt Sr. was pretty excited about it..." Rheya's fingertips brushed over the chiseled stones, one of them had her name on it, but the end date was left blank for now. It was eerie, honestly.

"Do you know where you will be buried?" Rheya asked, spinning around and leaning her upper back against JR's future crypt.

"He was?" Senna asked with the familiar tilt of her head as she glanced at her best friend, a small smile playing about her lips as she tried to imagine Mr. H excited about his burial location. Every time she had talked to him about ghosts and her varied interests, he seemed tolerant but maybe not someone who would seem 'excited' by this like she was. Still, Mr. H was cute in that fatherly kind of way, but his aura was too orange for her liking. She wondered if that would bother her in death if she managed to convince Rhey and her family to let her be laid to rest in a wicked place like this.

Something to think about at least. She watched as Rhey's fingers traced over the stone and came to stand closer, her gaze on Rheya's name etched there forever, coming closer enough to stand behind Rhey so she could lean her chin on her friend's shoulder. It felt so natural to be close with her even in a place like this.

As Rhey asked about where she would be buried, she shook her head and laughed. "No clue," she answered easily. "Edan and Cath tell me not to be so morbid whenever I bring it up to them," she added, mentioning her parents who had always felt more like an older aunt and uncle than a mom and dad. A distant relative you couldn't really claim as your own.

"Speaking of.." she added as she moved further around the room, tracing names of Rhey's younger siblings and the years of their births with a blank spot for their death year. Staring at that blank in stone made it feel like there wasn't enough time, even if it was eighty years (she hoped) from now. "Want to go to Dublin this weekend? Feeling a craving for some Gallagher's if you're in the mood?" she asked, thinking of a hole-in-the-wall family-owned restaurant that was a staple for Senna's variety of favorite restaurants around the globe.

Rheya chuckled, shaking her head as Senna brought up seances and tucked a braid behind her ear. Though Rheya wasn't lining up to be first to join Senna in calling upon the dead, she knew if the other witch invited her, she'd show up smiling. And even if she didn't exactly believe in the negative energy of avocados, it didn't matter; if it was important to Senna, then it was important to Rheya. That was just the way it was.

That and so many other things about her relationship with Senna were so unequivocally clear. Easy to understand, like two puzzle pieces that just fit together, regardless of what puzzle they had come from. Rheya and Senna just meshed; it was natural and comfortable, and yet also exciting. Linking her hand with Senna, Rheya nodded at the elongated word and pulled Senna a little closer. Senna reached for her wand, and Rhey took a deep breath, waiting for the unnerving feeling of being ripped apart and put back together to descend upon them.

She hated to apparate, but with her hand locked with Senna's, the witch felt like she could handle just about anything.

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