[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 [/center][hr] As the others spoke, Myth was immediately hit with morning sickness. She almost doubled over, covering her mouth. She glared at the one girl, [color=F0DAE2]"I'll let the fat comment slide because I am in no state to hurt you."[/color] She hated being like this, out of commission, letting others fawn over her, but then again she was carrying life inside of her. [color=F0DAE2]"Yeah, I think I need to...go..umm...unleash something. Darling, can you handle the tasks then? Sorry."[/color] She didn't like it, but she felt like throwing up so before he could answer, she sped off, to find the best place to let it all come out. This baby better be worth it by being the most adorable thing ever. Otherwise, this is not worth it. [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 [/center][hr] Fleur was, more or less, free to do whatever, but she was already feeling the effects. Constance was better so Fleur approved the use of [b]Lyte Magyk[/b] in her head. She would have to find someone to help with research though. She would have to set plans in motion while she suffered. She hated feeling like this. Weak. But she knew if she persisted with use of [b]Magyk[/b] she could get worse. And she had already lost some Coven members to the sickness. She would not perish. She walked to her room and sat down, letting herself get some rest while she plotted. She would have to pursue research and that means she would need to leave. Not to mention the convoy coming to see her. It was all coming to a head soon.