Peter James Haynes had barely stepped into the house when a shrill woman with a voice that bats would envy shrieked in a language he guessed was Hindi, the spell had been fluctuating ever since the moment their feet touched the ground, a clear indication illustrating that the translation spell was being jammed. He should have guessed when he couldn't understand her conversation with the FC rider.
"Aa gayi Kanjari! Kaha gayi thi tu, aur yeh kaun hai? Ek Firang, vah bai tu to kuch zyada—"
"Oh shut up!" Jasmine started, "First of all Manisha I don't answer to you, so quit your shrieking!" she said starting in English and then continuing in her own language flawlessly. "Ek toh vaise I've had one hell of a day, uppar se tu shuru ho jati ho! Papa", she addressed someone, "Main Hale Academy vich select go gayi. Kaafi had tak privileged institute hai, aur tuhanu dasan aayi haan", she yelled equally loud.
Peter eyed her sta
Marcia crouched down and cradled Zen into her arms, her frantic heartbeat played a staccato inside her rib-cage, playing an additional game of knick-knack paddywhack to an old nursery rhyme that had her convulsively swallow the saliva stuck in her throat, allowing her Ascendant gift to spring forth she encompassed them both in an aura of golden light.“Hey!”Marcia felt rather than saw someone reach for her, only to be pulled away and she knew almost instinctively that John, her charge’s father would keep them at bay. Allowing the healing light to encompass the boy she winced at the absolute pain she could feel coming from the boy, the old injuries she ignored, the still healing injuries she brushed up against, recording them for later, right now it was imperative she heal, the ruptured blood vessels
Chapter 12:Of Princes and Lost Keys IIKey for this chapter:________________________*Rinzen's Thoughts* 
"BAH!!!!" Marcia almost dropped her cup of tea she'd been served in the lull of silence. The tinkling of china was the only sound as the sheriff and Zen faced off silently. Only for the man's loud guffaw of laughter that shook the room, at least she hadn't spilled her tea, going by the other three, who were equally surprised, their clothes and the table were drenched in remnants of tea. "Hahahahhahaha...hahahahahahahaha....hahahahahahahahah....." Marcia raised a brow and waited for the man, as he devolved into a coughing fit that had Rosalia handing the man a glass of water. "Ah just what I wanted to hear my boy", he stressed the last word, "Come", he said and stood up, startling almost all of them, the siblings rushed to stand and his wife sat rigidly. "You can't be serious", she hissed shocked. Ignoring her the man reached for his son, grabbed h
Chapter 11: Of Princes and Lost Keys IKey for this chapter:________________________*Rinzen's Thoughts*//Anyone Else's Thoughts//'Old dialogues memories, spoken out loud thoughts, the past in general...'///Memories///POVs 
Bell hummed to herself, “Well we can’t, I think…” she paused, “Though Hale Academy magic right?” she muttered and then turned around, “Is there… there’s no trigger when we teleported in right, or when I left, which means no one knows I left”, she grinned as she stood up, “Because they’d be swarming the place if I’d disappeared”, she muttered, “if the past is anything to go by, and the cameras would have picked up on any movements, not to mention the wards and everything else”, she turned around and faced Fiona, “Which means, we’re invisible thanks to Hale magic, I can leave, with no one the wiser!?” she asked and at Fiona’s nod she whooped, “YES!!!” she celebrated hooting, “Oh My God”, she stopped and put her hand to her chest, “That will do it”, she whispered gleefully.
Chapter 10:Ding Dong DitchKey for this chapter:* Rinzen’s Thoughts *// Anyone Else's Thoughts //'Old dialogues memories, spoken out loud thoughts, the past in general...'///Memories///POVs""Not an Actual Speech or Thought""*************************************************Warning: Alternative POVs*************************************************1-04-2113 (11:00 pm Kyoto: Original City, Japan)