Starchild

Under Supervision

According to the Black Book, the resurrection spell works for something else. Something useful for something that, in fact, is familiar to me. It can be used to give a soul a new body. It can even be used to create a new body for a soul.

It must have been the spell Sabrina used to give me my body.

The Sanctum's doors open. I can hear it from my room. Discreetly, I place the book on the bed and leave the bedroom, walking over to the balcony next to the stairs.

The siblings are back. This time, with bags strapped to their backs and held by their hands. Strange and Wong are already in front of them, receiving them with confusion but also worry from whatever updates they have. They are all wearing new casual clothing. Except for Wong. He does not take off his robes most of the time.

—I don't like this any better, dude, but they gave us too few options. —Barney says, —It was either this, or like, stalking you. And, honestly? I don't feel like stalking anyone. This is just gonna be a few days, I mean, we packed for a week. And I know you have spare rooms because, from what I understand, Star is staying here too. Also we have a written order. —

I stay behind a wall, peeking my head enough to watch the conversation unfold. Victoire steps up and hands a paper to the wizards.

Strange runs his hands through his hair. Wong frowns, —How much did you say? —

This time, Victoire speaks. —We didn't mention the dead girl. I wanted to, but Bar didn't let me, even though it's against our code. —Barney shrugs at this. —We said it endangered a child and that it could happen again. We mentioned the magical aspect and, incredibly, they believed it, and understood that stopping you wouldn't be better. But now they expect us to follow you everywhere. As supervision. —

—I suppose you don't mind, correct? I mean, you had it coming. —Barney asks,

Strange simply chuckles. —Oh, I definitely mind. But that won't make a difference. —he saves the paper, —You will be staying in the same room, the bed's big enough. If you don't want to share it, well, that's not my problem. —they start walking up the stairs, —Breakfast is at eight, lunch at one, dinner at nine. —I swiftly jog to my room, and leave the door half opened, to keep listening to them. —Don't leave the A.C. on when you leave the room. That's my room, Wong's room is down the other hall, and this is Star's room. —

Right when I sit on the bed and grab the book, acting oblivious, he opens my door. I look at them. —Star, the Bartons will be staying with us. What do you think? —I shrug, he nods, —Perfect. I'll put them next door. —

He completely closes the door, but I can hear how they walk over to the room left to mine, and they start settling in.

The noise of them trying to fit in continues for an hour or so. Night has completely fallen. I can hear them bickering sometimes; over the bathroom, their side of the bed, the program on the Tee-Vee, and even the temperature of the room.

They are agents of the government. Now the government itself knows what is going on, and might be onto us. Pardon my language, but we fucked up. It was not supposed to go like that, you know? And it's not only bad on Earth. No. Demons have gone unnoticed for centuries now and, thanks to themselves, humans might start knowing about them.

Well, that's their problem. Let's just hope it does not get to me.

There is a knock on my door. I stand up and open it, finding Victoire with a sheet on her shoulders. She sighs, —Barney keeps snoring and kicking me. You're the only woman here, so, like, would you mind if I stayed with you? —she smiles, —Only for tonight. Tomorrow I'll put Bar on his place. He'll listen to me, I'm the eldest. But like, if you don't want to, that's okay. There's sofas in this building, right? —