6 Man ✫ H.S.

26| Possession

Possession: the ability to control living beings by entering their body.

Things are gonna get a bit confusing (even i got confused) with these next few chapter so please just hold onto your questions and keep reading because everything will be answered eventually!

FYI, Harry is being genuine throughout this whole chapter!

Imp A/N at the end!!!

Enjoy xx

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S.E // The 7th Supreme

   "Frida? Do you mind getting the chicken out of the oven?" I questioned out loud, gripping the bowl of potatoes tightly as I carried them over to the dining table.

   "Of course," Frida nodded, walking over to the oven and doing what I had asked.

   "Honey, you need to calm down," Grams said, grasping my wrist gently, stopping me from continuing to set the table.

   "I just want this dinner to go well," I said with a sigh, slumping my shoulders and biting my lip nervously. "I-I don't know what I'd do if he was a-"

   "Let's just hope and pray he's not one," Grams interrupted me softly, giving me a warm reassuring smile that triggered my own shaky one. "Stay optimistic."

   "I'll try," I sighed lightly walking out of the kitchen and towards the dining room to set the table.

  While Sephy and I cooked and set the table, Frida and Grams worked on the spell and setting up the equipment needed for it. Picking up two dishes with each one of my hands, I frowned down at the other dishes that needed to be taken as well to the dinner table. A smile etched upon my lips as I narrowed my eyes at the dishes, causing them to rise and levitate in the air, before I turned around. Flicking my gaze over my shoulder, I watched them float slowly in the air, following me out of the kitchen and into the dining room.

   "Sage," Aunt Sephy frowned as soon as she saw me, setting the coasters. "How many times have I told you not to do that?"

   "I needed a hand," I shrugged lightly, setting down the two dishes before waving my hands, watching the other bowls and plates float around me. "Should I dress up?" I questioned with a flick of my wrist, making sure all the dishes landed in the correctly places carefully.

   "No I think you look fine," she told me, taking a glance at my current outfit, which consisted of tight blue jeans and a Guns N' Roses top.

   "I'll change my top," I said instead, noticing a stain on my sleeve, frowning at it. "Also, how is the spell going to work?"

   "Basically, Harry has to eat this chicken," Aunt Sephy said, pointing to the grilled chicken that was still steaming. "While he's eating that, Grams will be muttering a spell-"

   "Won't he find that odd though?" I asked, referring to Grams' muttering.

   "Just say something like she always talks to herself before we have dinner," Aunt Sephy waved off, making me nod in response. "While Grams mutters the spell, she'll be able to know whether Harry is a hunter or not."

   "Okay," I nodded slowly, swallowing thickly at the thought of him being a hunter. Aunt Sephy noticed my tense expression, touching my cheek and smiling softly.

   "I really hope he's not one for your sake," she told me as I pressed my lips together and nodded with sigh.

  I then quickly jogged upstairs, entering my bedroom and walking straight into my closet. Throwing my current t-shirt off, I found a nude colored top, pulling it own before I frowned when I realized it heavily accentuated my chest. Oh well. At the back of my head I knew my Grams was going to comment on it, saying something along the lines of "you're going to distract the poor boy instead of letting him eat".