[hr][hr][center][h1][b][i][color=F0DAE2]Myth the Muse[/color][/i][/b][/h1][img]https://media.giphy.com/media/pE5rMGbOgvedq/giphy.gif[/img][hr][color=F0DAE2][b]Location:[/b][/color] Number 40 Alchemie Way
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Myth took hold of Bruce's hand and squeezed it. More in the way to show she was happy with his assurance. She had been feeling the pressure ever since she found out she was pregnant. Myth watched the twins and their devices, still unsure if they should be playing with them or not. But if they were doing no harm, she supposed. [color=F0DAE2]"Where is Antonije anyway? He should be up by now."[/color]

Before she could go find the boy, one of the girls came over with a paper. Myth took it and read the words. A look of concern spread across her face, but she quickly masked it before she handed the note over to Bruce. [color=F0DAE2]"Seems some people are not happy with you. What else is new? Anything we need to be concerned about?"[/color] It was her wedding day, after all. If people wanted to mess with it, there would be hell to pay.

[hr][hr][center][h1][b][i][color=9F6D88]Fleur La Mallificum[/color][/i][/b][/h1][img]https://em.wattpad.com/bea15c7fd98a3d7bc7198e0379582a72c05df906/68747470733a2f2f73332e616d617a6f6e6177732e636f6d2f776174747061642d6d656469612d736572766963652f53746f7279496d6167652f614c33776b37504a6b7270386d413d3d2d3239373939343234322e313436613939646535643435613331323636353032353534383239342e676966?s=fit&w=720&h=720[/img][hr][color=9F6D88][b]Location:[/b][/color] Port Witch Coven Safe House
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Fleur watched as Crow exited. It was true, the Witch Coven was mainly women and, this, men were often looked down upon or were untrustworthy (her mind ran to Malekith briefly). She would talk to him later. She wanted his opinion on something, but there were more pressing matters. Once the spell was up, she glanced over to Constance to see the woman fall. Fleur was on her in a heartbeat.

[color=9F6D88]"Damn you woman, I am not losing another trusted one."[/color] Fleur dreaded it, but she had no alternative then and there. Summoning what power she could, Fleur put her hand on Constance's temple and summoned [b]Lyte Magyk[/b]. She surged her energy into Constance, feeling it drain out of her. She could also feel the illness, the one that they were all talking and concerned about, grow more inside of her.

Once done, Fleur took her hand away and clutched her head. She felt a headache coming on, but she saw Constance's color return. In fact, if she had to wager a guess, the symptoms of the illness seemed to have gotten better. Not cured, but better. [color=9F6D88]"All right, that seems to have helped. And damn you for making me use [b]Lyte Magyk[/b]. Let's bring her to a bed."[/color] Fleur stood up, offering to help bring Constance to a nearby bed.