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[color=8a9a5b]Location:[/color] Hall of Ancients, Strange Academy
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Barty offered Cassie nothing more than a sideways glance as she interposed herself between him and Jake. She talked about heads in asses yet she herself didn’t even know who it was that kept her health at bay. The reason she even still stood. [color=8a9a5b]”You thought you would earn some approval by doing what exactly? You say that I fear new discovery, when that could be further from the truth. Learning the secrets of magic has nothing to do with risking ones life nor those of the lives around them. Only a selfish and self centered witch would dare to think like that. To be a witch and have this power is to understand community and the practice. It is not leaping off of building on a broomstick in hopes that you can fly. I do not care if you believe me to be deserving of your approval or not, because that was never an item that I was seeking.”[/color] Barty walked next to Cassie, shoulder to shoulder with only a breath of space between them as he faced Jake. [color=8a9a5b]”Oh, and while I’m at it, I was the one who healed your wounds and ensured no infections took place before a magical means could mend it. I was also the one who brought forth a witch with the power to heal even in a manner of which I knew neither of us would agree to fully. But I did so because aid was needed and I asked for no token in exchange. [i]That[/i] is what a witch does. [i]That[/i] is how community works. And [i]That[/i] is why I hold respect for Winthrop and her abilities, because she understands the work needed to be done in order to master the craft.”[/color] Barty’s tone remained neutral the entire transaction. His voice never once raising or wavering as he spoke to Cassie. There were a myriad of things that he had considered doing, ways to tarnish her name and image before all those peers she seemed to hold dear. But in the end he decided she wasn’t even worth the spells. 

Barty made note of Cal’s attempt at interference, and he would be lying if he said he ever wanted to take the draconic witch on in a fight. He cared not for his ire, so when he left to be by Willow's side, he was more than grateful and decided it best to not even reply. His back still turned to Cal, he offered these few words. [color=8a9a5b]”We have ways, means, and magic far greater than you are aware of Cal. Should Nicky wish it I believe we have the means to rid the world of that book without any of us being injured. I, however, would hate to use that means and thus offer a new avenue. Allow me to aid you in the books destruction and recovery of knowledge. My magics twist fate and bend the world to my favours when allotted the time and materials. It could aid you in what you seek, but you [i]will[/i] owe me for the aid and for the danger you have placed my dear Nicky in.”[/color] his attention now fully on Jake, both posture and demeanor indicating it to all around, he spoke to him and him alone. [Color=8a9a5b] If you want to protect my brother then never utter that name again. He is Nicholas to you unless he deems otherwise. Beyond that, we have a pact to make.”[/color] Jake had agreed to make the pact, and Barty wouldn’t allow him to change his mind later. He took Jake’s hand, the chain on it breaking, clasping it in a Roman grip as he began to encant. 

[color=8a9a5b]”Le snàthainn an dàn agus an lagh naomh

Tha mi a’ ceangal do làmhan bho bhith a’ dèanamh barrachd

Gun chron le smuain, gun chron le gnìomh, Gun chron ann am facal, gun sìol cronail

Leis an Talamh agus an Teine, a’ Ghaoth agus a’ Mhuir,
Cha bhean do dhorchadas ris a-nis

Na chuireas tu a-steach cumaidh e nad shlighe,
Ceangailte ann an tost, oidhche is latha.

Le corda toil agus sgiath an t-Solais,
Tha do chron air a stad le còir naomh.
Chan ann airson peanasachadh, chan ann le fuath,
Ach airson a dhàn a dhìon agus a sheulachadh.

Mar sin a chanas mi e, mar sin bidh e.”[/color]

As Barty spoke, golden threads began to wind around both their arms and hands, a binding ritual for a severe pact, and one he did not use lightly. A ring of magic encircled the boys with his words etching into the floor in light before finally it all coalesced and bound itself to Jake's dog tags that had been around his neck. The magic shifting it into a dog collar as the tags were now affixed to the leather wrapped around his neck. The chains and spell that bound Jake fell, dissolving into aether before Barty removed his hand from Jake. [Color=8a9a5b]”The bargains struck. I hope the others prove me wrong, truly, and that this pact will remain meaningless. But I am nothing if not a cautious man when it comes to my kins survival.”[/color]

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“By the thread of destiny and sacred law I bind your hands from doing more No harm in thought, no harm in deed, no harm in word, no harmful seed By Earth and Fire, Wind and Sea, Darkness shall not touch you now What you sow shall remain upon your path, Bound in silence, night and day. By the cord of will and the shield of Light, Your harm is halted by sacred right. Not for punishment, not out of hate, But to protect and seal his fate. So I speak it, so it shall be.”
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