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Her lips curled up when she saw Harry leaving his seat as well. “Margot, are you alright?” Harry asked, concerned was written all over her face. “Is your arm still itching?” Margot shook her head. “I think the cream is working. It’s not as itchy as before,” she replied, before dropping the cream on the sink. She was about to pick it up when Harry took it. “Thanks,” Margot smiled and reached out for the cream but Harry held onto it. “What are you doing?” “That… My arm is itching, too. Can I use this?” Harry asked, his voice was surprisingly soft.

Flashback Continues "Now honey, I need you to think of anything. Don't tell us. let's see if you have any sort of powers in you." I scrunch my nose and think deep. Do I have a wolf or am I dominantly a witch? A voice invades my head again. This time, it is neither my mom's or dad's. It's a female voice. One that I have never head before. "You are a wolf my dear. And you have the ability to take on any appearance you want. Only in human form. That's your ability as a mage. My name is Harley."

“I’ll say. I heard the rumors, but I didn’t think they were true. Though there was no way my Harley bear would find his mate and not tell his gran about it.” Harley’s face reddened even more. His gran? “I’ve been meaning to come by, but I wasn’t really sure how to explain the situation,” Harley said sheepishly. “You mean the fact that she has multiple mates?” The woman said, a bit of amusement in her tone. “Is it true then? Is she the Moon Queen reincarnated?” Harley opened his mouth to say something but then he closed it, unsure of what to say exactly. I could tell he was uncomfortable with this topic, and I couldn’t blame him. It was about me and they were acting like I wasn’t even there.

I said Ambrosia took my hand and within minutes we were in the room. Margret was curled into a ball with her knees tightly tucked into her chest. "Margret?" I said gently. Her head peaked out from under the covers and I saw just how red and puffy her eyes were. I walked over and sat on the edge of her bed, her eyes shifted from mine to Ambrosias and I could see pure fear in her eyes. "Don't be afraid of her. That is Ambrosia, queen of the vampires. She is also my sister." I said gently. "We were told she was ruthless. A murderer." Margret whispered in a shaky breath. "I can be at times and yes I have killed but only to protect people I care about. I promise I am not going to hurt you." Ambro

"I'm beginning to think that you are a lesbian" "Bella just leave__". "Good morning class". I looked up to see I was interrupted by Harley Worth, remember her? The girl who almost ran me over. She sat on the teacher desk facing us. "Whats Harley Quinn up to?". Bella whispered. I snickered at that name. Harlequin. I don't blame Bella for calling Harley that because its true. Harley Worth is the perfect definition of hot, cool, sexy and crazy. She has outrageously shining glossy blonde which she dyed pink last summer.

Witches earned their title as ruthless and brutal centuries ago; even though they were soft-spoken, they weren't ones to be played with. She pressed two fingers to that girl’s forehead. The room vibrated with magic, and the impostor screamed again, veins glowing black beneath her skin. Panic rose in my chest as Harley’s innocent face flashed across my mind, making my heart pause for a moment. I couldn’t stay away from this magical interrogation and chimed in, stepping forward. “Where is Harley? Answer the damn question!” Her crimson eyes flicked at me, something like hatred burning there. “She will pay!”

She also tried to contact Quinn but it was to no avail, it seems like their connection has been cut off. “Oh? Somebody’s attempting to contact who knows who. But whatever it’s useless little whites you have been trapped inside my web,” she declared giggling like a mad woman. Her slithering long hair was still hovering right by her shoulders. “W-what are you saying?” Margoth despite her nervousness asked. The woman tilted her head malign eyes directed at the group. “I’ll give you the honor to know me before you die since I am quite amused how all of you still hasn’t cried your eyes out in the sight of me,

“I take that back at least Harley Quinn was somebody without the Joker; you are nothing without Kroll.” My words seemed to hit her harder than the wounds on her face. Greta smashed her hands together and shut her eyes. Her lips began to rapidly mouth words that I couldn’t understand. Her eyes flipped open as she pulled a whip made of blue fire from one of her palms. She whirled the whip above her head before she cracked it an inch away from my face. “Kroll is nothing without me.” Greta seethed.

Salome’s POV “You didn’t even ask who I was,” I muttered, staring at the darkened screen of my phone. Margot Richardson hadn't bothered with introductions. She didn't need to. Her reputation for being a shark preceded her, and right now, she only had one target in her sights: Portia. Once Margot locked onto a goal, she didn't stop until she crushed it. That singular focus was exactly why I needed her. If anyone could track down where Portia and her family had hidden Russell Lewis’s remains, it was a woman who viewed obstacles as personal insults.

Starting from Harlequin, joker, Dracula, fairy godmother, Bartholomew the scientist, Dragon King Darius, witches, vampires, pirates and other memorable icons in the shadowy room. Meagan adjusted her mask as a lady dressed in a Korean style queen mother passed by her with a smile on her face. She frowned at an alligator flirting with a peacock but soon found herself chuckling at the combination. Alligator and a proud peacock. Meagan swallowed a bit of the liquid before lowering her glass.