Preparing For The Trip
7/31/1991, Diagon Alley, Charing Cross Road
The four of them had taken the Floo through as the two adults and two children had walked through they tried to clean themselves, Yennefer hated The Floo, but it was the only quick way that Geralt would take to the alley, Ciri held onto the hand of Mouse who was looking around in wonder like a Five Year Old was able to, normally she was left in Kaer Morhen, but lately she had been taking an interest in explosives.
On her birthday they had found her making one as big as her that she had named a Giant Buster, Zoltan and Sven had barely survived after it was discovered that the supplies came from those two, “So then, it seems that we’ll be needing three black work robes, plain, which should be a crime.” Yennefer had joked as she looked towards the list that Ciri had given her.
“A plain pointed hat, which I expect you to never wear if you want to come back during winter break.” She joked, making Geralt snort but agreed, those hats were ridiculous, “A pair of protective gloves, thankfully we can get SIMILAR to dragon leather.” she said, making Geralt nod, “Good, Elihal will love to get creative.” he told them, “Oh, I LOVE Elihal, they make the best clothes.” Yennefer told him.
That made Ciri curious at who Elihal was as Yennefer listed off again, “A winter cloak with silver fastenings, good we can get a bit creative.” She told them, “The books, Mouse and I can get for you, and the wand cauldron with the phials, telescope set and brass scales we can easily find…” Yennefer started, thinking that it was all ridiculous with how simple it was, “That just leaves the wand and the pet.” she told them.
“Does Kelpie count?” Ciri had asked, making Mouse smile as the stuffed horse had poked out her head now, “I am not a pet, but I will be allowed I assume, this list just seems to not be updated.” Kelpie said with Roach popping his head out from Mouse’s pocket, having been stolen by her again, “Yes, looks like they had just added the Witcher students in before the letters were sent.”
Yennefer and Geralt were in agreement with The Totem, for whatever reason, “How about we start with Elihal? They’ll be more than happy to see you again.” she told Geralt who had rolled his eyes, “Are you sure? Because I’m not gonna lie, they have offered drinks one night and–” “Geralt, do you think you were the ONLY one they propositioned?” Yen had asked him.
That made the two of them smirk as Ciri and Mouse looked on slightly confused before the sorceress went to pick up Mouse, “Well then, we’ll be heading off for the boring things, you better not run off to Toussaint without me.” She snipped, “Please, you two can’t spend more than a DAY apart!” Ciri said, making Mouse giggle towards that, neither one denying it as they had moved off to go on their separate tasks.
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7/31/1991, Elihal’s Fabrics and Fashions, Diagon Alley
The two of them had walked in now, looking towards the varieties of suits and dresses, “One moment please!” A voice had shouted, making Ciri almost jump, seeing that there was a person moving around amongst the clothes, “Take your time, Elihal.” Geralt said, amused at Ciri looking around when she saw that there was a… she couldn’t tell if it was a man or woman, but she could tell it was an Elf.
The Aen Seidhe, or Elder Elves, had been known as The Teachers by Mages, they had magic that made Wizards look like children, and this one, they were lovely, having a very ambiguous body type, their short hair groomed close to their scalp almost like it blended to their flesh with the beautiful robes that exposed enough skin to make one curious without giving anything away.
“Geralt! There’s my favorite customer! Did you break another suit?” they had asked, going to start examining his seams and jacket for any damage, “Not for me, we’re here for her.” Gerakt said, making Elihal look and then smile deeply now, “You are adorable!” They said as The Elf went to look her over, “Hello there, lovely, my name is Elihal, the exclusive Tailor to The Witchers of England for over a century!”
That made the girl look at them with fascination as Geralt went to pull out a piece of paper that had her measurements that Yennefer took, Ciri had been used to people looking older than they were while Geralt went to look at a few suits, “Elihal’s the reason we don’t wear armor underneath our clothes anymore.” He explained which made the girl surprised by the tailor and their skill.
“Yes, seeing all of your clunky armor out in public was just PAINFUL to watch!” Elihal had told them, “I started to get to work now with fabrics and runes that would make fashion perfect for a Witcher, Exhibit A.” They said, pointing towards Geralt in his Three Piece suit, “Comfortable and made perfectly for their fighting style so they can look good while dealing with everything going bump in the night.”
Ciri had giggled at that while Elihal tsked, “But truly? JUST Hogwarts Robes? If you wanted something unoriginal, you should have gone to Madam Malkin.” They told Geralt who smirked, “Because you’re the best and can make actual training gear for the Adepts.” He told them, making Elihal chuckle, “Yennefer’s more subtle than you, but still better than Lambert.” They said, snapping their fingers to reveal a mirror.
“How about something like this for starters?” They asked now, making the two see a turtleneck sweater with comfortable trousers and gloves, all blending together now which made Ciri smile, “I like it.” she told the pair, making them now which caused the Elf to proceed while Yen and Mouse had strolled in, the supplies pulled by an Enchanted cart, “Elihal, good to see you, you plagiarist.”
Elihal smiled, meaning it was a nice nickname like how she called her her ugly one or Mouse the meek one, “And there is my favorite Sorceress!” Elihal said as a set of Witcher Training Gear had been finished up thanks to their needles and threads, “And we’re SURE that this is what you want you and the other children to wear at Hogwarts?” Yennefer had asked of the girl.
“We’re training, not going to a party.” Ciri told her, “Besides, black is slimming.” She told her, remembering those lessons that she had been given by Yennefer who sighed but seemed to smile at her statement, “Very well then, we saved the best for last.” Yennefer told her as the Elf smiled, “Lucky for you, I know that comes from love.” they said before shooing them away so she could work.
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7/31/1991, Ollivanders, Diagon Alley
As the group of them had walked in, a boy had walked past, making Ciri smile towards the boy as he walked towards a giant of a man holding a white owl, “Rubeus.” Geralt grunted, making the man there nervous, “G– Geralt.” Rubeus said now, but he waved him off, “Not here for you.” he said, pointing towards Ciri who smiled towards the man now, “Hi there!” She told the man.
“Hullo there, Ciri, I’m Hagrid, this is Harry.” he said, making the boy with glasses give a nervous smile towards her, making the girl walk up, “Hi, Harry! This is Mouse, and that’s my Maman and Da.” she told him, pointing to each of them which made the two adults start to feel a little lighter like they always did when she had said stuff like that, “It was nice to meet you, Mr. Potter.” Yennefer said to Harry.
He looked towards her with some surprise and confusion at her statement as the four of them had started to get shoved into the store and as they had been, Ciri saw that there was an old man who had smiled towards them, “Ah, Miss Vengerburg, it’s a pleasure to see you and these little ones.” he said with a smile, making Geralt give a grunt of annoyance towards that.
“Ciri here is going to be joining Hogwarts, we want to make sure that she has the best quality wand, and since we are in England, we had to settle with you.” Yennefer had said now and that made the older man chuckle at her, “Very well then, what should we be looking for… maybe try Poplar first?” Yennefer had asked, making the girl recall her Maman’s wand and nodded with a grin.
Ollivander who saw this grinned now as he went to pick a few of the wands there before offering one, a simple thing that Ciri looked at, “It feels… it feels wrong.” Ciri said towards them, going to put it down before Ollivander spoke, “Strange, I only ever see that with Druids or Nymphs.” Garrick told them before an idea came to mind, “Would you be so kind as to…?” he asked.
Hearing that, the girl had followed Garrick looking towards the assortment of wands, some of them had felt like they were scared, others more annoyed than anything, and one or two felt like they wanted to hurt her, but as she walked, Kelpie had spoke, “Third shelf, the one in the white box.” Her Totem had said, hearing that, Ollivander was surprised by the creature as he went to grab the wand.
“Here it is,” Ollivander said as he pulled out a wand, “Holly wood with a Dragon heartstring, 13 inches with a supple flexibility.” he said before offering the Snow White wand towards her now, making her roll it over her fingers before she saw that there was a silver ring around it, “A Seer friend of mine helped me create that wand.” he said to them, “She said that a child accompanied by a wolf and a sorceress would need it.”
That made Ciri curious as she stroked the silver ring, feeling a word on it, “What’s that?” she asked him, making Ollivander look, “It’s an old Elder Speech word, Zireael.” he said, making Geralt ‘hrm’, “What’s it mean?” Ciri had asked him, “Swallow, like the bird.” The Witcher said while Yennefer was curious, “Why did a Seer want to hep you create a wand?” she asked as the girl had taken a breath.
Geralt had been curious as well, the only ones that didn’t seem to be so were Ciri and Mouse, the former because she had been amazed at the sight of the wand while the latter had wanted to make a few of them explode, “Every once in a while, a friend of mine has strange premonitions about things, and every Wizard and Witch–” “Mage.” Geralt, Yennefer and Ciri said in unison now.
Ollivander paused before nodding, “Of course… Mages, every Mage that had picked up one of those wands had grown and become great people.” he said, “And a few criminals as well.” Geralt muttered, having been there during The Tom Riddle investigations, but Ciri didn’t need to know that as she looked over the item in her hand, “Remember… swish and flick.” Yennefer said to her daughter.
Ciri nodded as she went ahead and did as much, the moment that she did so, the wand in question seemed to glow, creating veins along the wood of the item before the ring that was wrapped around the shaft seemed to absorb it, causing a halo of rainbow light to fill the room, making all four of them feel the energy, little Mouse going to touch the air with a smile now while Ollivander was surprised.
“I haven’t seen a reaction like that since… I don’t think I’ve EVER seen a reaction like that.” He said which made Ciri a bit nervous, “Is that bad?” she whispered to Yennefer, “Not at all, My Ugly One, it just means that he has to get out more if he wants to meet people as extraordinary as you.” The ravenette said towards her before looking to Ollivander, “I believe we have the wand, Mr. Ollivander.” she said to him.
Hearing that, he smiled as Geralt pulled out the galleons to pay the man, “Oh, when I was in Brokilon, a Dryad had wanted me to send a message to you two,” he said, making Ciri grin, Dryads were one of the truly independent races, living in the unplottable forest kingdom of Brokilon, she, Geralt and Yen had been to there once and met their Queen Eithné, “She said her name was Morénn.”
That made Geralt pause for a moment while Yennefer made a face for a moment, “Oh?” she said, “Yes, she said to tell you thank you for the gift and that her sister Milva will be at Hogwarts assisting Rubeus Hagrid.” he said, making Ciri smile, “Milva?” she asked excited, making Mouse look at her and sign, “<Who’s Milva?>” she asked, making Yennefer smile towards her as they nodded to Ollivander, walking out.
“Milva is a Mage and one of the few that chose to remain a foundling in Brokilon.” she told the little girl, “She doesn’t use a wand like most Mages but instead a bow crafted by the queen herself, a strand of her hair as the core.” Yennefer continued while Ciri was curious, “What kind of gift did the two of you give her sister?” she asked, making them look at each other before speaking, “We’ll tell you when you’re Eighteen.”
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7/31/1991, Vivaldis & Gringotts Bank, Diagon Alley
The four of them had walked into the bank, The Dwarves smiling and the goblins sneering as usual as they saw that there was Vimme Vivaldi walking through the floors, at least until he saw them, “GERALT! YENNEFER! LITTLE GERALT! FOURTH PERSON I DON’T KNOW!” Vimme said as he approached them with a grin, The Goblins all annoyed by the sound of his shouting.
“I take it you’re here for The Future Hogwarts Student?” he asked of them, making Ciri grin wider towards them right now, “Unfortunately, no, we’ve already got everything, it’s just Geralt here to cash in a check and I am here because I had received a warning that Vault 713 had been opened.” Yennefer said now which made Vimme nod, “Not to worry, it was Mr. Hagrid.” he said towards them.
That made Geralt raise his eyebrow, “Rubeus or Zagreus?” he asked, people always mixing up The Cousins and that made things annoying for people, “Rubeus, Zag has stayed in Knockturn Alley as usual.” The banker said towards him as he motioned for them to follow and as they did so, there was an agreement amongst them in their minds right now while Ciri held Mouse’s hand and started to walk.
They headed towards the desk of Vimme who had went to sit down, unlike the others where The Goblins had looked down upon them up high, his had been on the ground, making him shorter than usual as he sat, but no one would say that anyone was looking down at him, “Who’s first?” he asked and Geralt had pulled out his check while the others started to think on what Ciri and the others would expect next.
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8/1/1991, Vivaldis & Gringotts Bank, Diagon Alley
The Witcher had straightened out his suit jacket now and looked around, which was when Roach spoke, “Dark magic, and it’s not The Goblins.” His totem said to him and hearing that, the man sighed, “I hate dark magic.” he muttered in annoyance which was when he saw Vimme walking over to him now, “Geralt!” he said, sounding MUCH more angry than he was before.
“Those bloody fuckers had broken into one of our vaults!” he snarled, the runes on his knuckles starting to glow as he got angrier and angrier now, “When I find them, I’m going to grab them by the tongue, tear it out! And then tear out their spine!I MIGHT EVEN MAKE A FOOKIN COLLECTION!” he shouted with the other dwarves shouting in agreement, “Let’s hold out on the mob frenzy for now.” Geralt said as he saw them.
The Auror, Alastor Moody and Nymphadora Tonks, he had been there when Alastor first joined and worked with the brat who now seemed to be a teacher in his own right, and it seemed that Tonks noticed him first, “Wotcher, Geralt!” she said with a grin, making Alastor give a grunt before he went to walk towards the man, “Someone tried to steal from a vault.” he grunted in annoyance.
That made Geralt curious as he pulled Roach out and dropped him, “He smelled Dark Magic, Roach will get us an answer or two.” He told them now as the stuffed wolf started to float, “There’s traces of something familiar.”The Totem said as he started to move now, “What are those things?” Nymphadora had asked, having seen Totems but unsure what exactly they are.
“Think of them like… Imaginary Friends.” Geralt said as they had walked forward to the vault in question, “The trauma of The Trials helps bring them to life and we use the Totems to anchor them to us,” He continued to say as Roach turned towards Geralt, “Think of it like my tracker.” he said which Alastor nodded, “The little buggers are useful, IF you don’t turn your back to them.” The Auror had told her.
Roach started to make a small growling sound now which made the three look, “Dark Mark… No… something worse…” Roach said and that made Geralt tense with the others, “What’s worse than a Death Eater?” Tonks asked, making Alastor grunt, “There are plenty of things worse than a few Blood supremacists.” he said now as Roach looked, “There was a Philosopher Stone here.” Roach told them.
That made the group tense, surprised by that as he went and moved deeper into the bank now, heading towards one of the cars that had been set up in the railway, “Come along, Mages!” he shouted towards them and hearing that, the three looked towards each other before they went and sat in, “So then, “What’s been going on, Geralt?” Alastor asked of the Witcher.
“Not much, I was at Brokilon recently… Ciri and some of the Adepts are going to Hogwarts.” he said, making Alastor huff now while Tonks looked towards him with some surprise, “Huh, I never would have thought Hogwarts would let Witchers into there, brilliant!” she said with a smile as they had arrived at Vault 713, seeing the damage that was there, “Roach, are we looking for a Mage or a Humanoid?” he asked his totem.
His senses and the creature had been searching through the information that had been left there before Roach spoke, “The Vault had been breached by a Mage, no… two mages, one seems to have a curse placed on them, the other almost dead.” Roach said while Geralt had gotten a whiff of something, “I smell Troll… Mountain Troll.” he said towards them, making the duo look, “Are trolls explosive?” Tonks asked, making Alastor scoff right now, “No, but it’s a clue.”
Geralt nodded towards that, “For someone to smell like Troll, they have to either work with their corpses or work with them in general, and that’s a small list in The Islands.” Alastor told them and hearing that, Geralt looked, “Zagreus might know what’s going on.” he said towards them now, stretching while Alastor snorted, “Well, it’s never boring when I work with you.” he said as they got ready to move now.
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8/1/1991, Knockturn Alley, Diagon Alley
The three walked into the alley now and as soon as they did so, The Succubi and Incubi had started to circle them with lust in their eyes, “Hello there, handsome.” “Greetings, Gorgeous.” “Those scars are beautiful.” they started to say towards them, making the three look towards them before Geralt had taken a breath, “We’re looking for Zagreus.” he said, making them all pause.
As they looked towards each other with some concern, the three looked towards the tap tap tapping of a cane, the cane of Zagreus Hagrid, cousin of Rubeus and unlike him, the son of an Ogre, “What the hell do you want, Geralt?” The large man had asked, his tusks bared from his snarl right now as the group began to back away from the trio, “The robbery at V&G, know anything about it?” Geralt asked him.
Zag had sighed as he looked at them, “Do you think that I was responsible for it?” he asked, making the group all give looks now before Geralt had answered, “Of course not, but you always know what's going on in Knockturn and Diagon.” Geralt told him, making Zag scoff, “We wanted to know if any Gígasologoists came by Knockturn recently, asking about V&G.” He asked of him.
Zag shook his head, “No, the closest thing we had was the newest DADA Professor, Quirrel, but that's usual, worst he did was get materials for his classes and some glitter.” He told the Witcher, making Geralt nod to him, “Thank you, Zag, have a good day.” he said, going to leave now and as he did so, Tonks looked towards Alastor who just turned to follow, “Wait, why aren’t we asking more about the Gígas thing?”
“Because Zag doesn’t lie,” Geralt told her, “He actually cursed himself so he couldn’t.” The Witcher explained while Alastor looked to Geralt, “We need to keep an eye on Quirrel, Glitter users are usually desperate and can be manipulated.” He said to The Witcher who nodded, “I can ask George to see where The Glitter is coming from, he enjoys tasks like that.” Geralt explained.
“I’m sorry, but what’s Glitter again? Is it some potion ingredient or…?” “It’s Unicorn Blood, Tonks.” Alastor told her, “Usually Unicorns kill anyone bloody stupid enough to try and harvest them so the people dumb enough to use it can live another few years.” he snapped, making Tonks shocked, “How can a Professor at Hogwarts use something like that?” she asked, remembering Quirrel.
“It’s not illegal.”Roach told her, “But he could still be a suspect.” Roach said and hearing that, the man nodded, “I’ll have Remus keep an eye on him, but he’s not a Dark Mage.” Geralt said towards them now, making Alastor nod, “Remember–” “Constant Vigilance. I told you that.” Geralt reminded him before collecting Roach, “I’m going to talk to Public Information.” he said.
That made Alastor chuff while Tonks had been confused by that, “Him and the head of Public Information have been playing a game for decades.” he told the younger Auror, making Tonks a bit surprised by that before they headed out, Zag watching them leave and having a few idea while Geralt had both a great and terrible talk he needed to have with this current predicament.
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8/1/1991, Public Information Services Office, British Ministry of Magic
Yennefer had been in her office, enjoying herself with the paint covered mug Ciri had made for her and that Mouse painted when Geralt had barged in, “I keep telling you to KNOCK.” Yen said to him, a simple hand gesture making the door shut on his rear like she had it made for, but he only smirked, “Then I can’t surprise you.” he responded to The Sorceress before going to sit on the chair there.
Yennefer had sighed, but she had a playful smile on her face, “I take it your here for a luncheon?” she asked of him, making Geralt sigh which was never a good sign, “I’m here because someone broke into Vault 713, two, one cursed, the other dying, one could possibly be a Gígasologoist but Zag doesn’t know them.” he told Yennefer, making her lose her smile, “Then they must have been after the stone,” she said.
“There are much easier vaults than 713.” Geralt nodded towards that now, “I asked Remus to keep an eye on Quirrel, but they want me to give the case to George here.” Geralt said, making Yennefer shocked, “George The Ripper?!” she questioned, the Hunter Witcher of London having a NASTY reputation, even for Yennefer’s circles, “I’m going to ask Boris in France.” he told Yen.
Boris was an oddity, he only liked eating Nekkers which was why many Gígasologoists went to see him, there was a chance that he might have even met the person in question, “Fine, just make sure you’re back for us dropping off Ciri, or else I’ll release Mouse on you.” she threatened, making Geralt chuckle towards that but nodded, “I promise, I won’t.” he said to her.
“Good, now when do you have to tell George that he’s going to be searching for a Dark Mage?” she asked, standing up and walking to the door, “By the end of the day.” he told her with a smirk as she locked the door, “Perfect.” The woman said, turning around as he started to stand up, “Because I’ve been wanting to have a ‘talk’ since last week.” she said before they went to have some fun with each other.
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8/15/1991, Place Cachée, Montmartre
Geralt had walked through the area and as he had done so like he always did before heading towards the Troll Bridge, The one place in Europe that served the Ogroid species, taking a breath, he went and walked in now, the room inside MUCH bigger than the outside for The Giants and such that were there now, the Goblin Bartender sneering at the sight of him.
“You’re not allowed here, Witcher.” he snarled towards the man who showed he was unarmed, “I’m just here to talk to Boris.” he told the Goblin, making the bartender give a look, “He’s in the cannibal booth.” he informed the man who went to head there, “Ah ah!” he warned, “You gotta leave your Totem here, for insurance.” The Goblin warned, and that Geralt was not okay with.
Reluctantly, he took Roach out of his pocket and offered him to the bartender, “If ANYTHING happens to him, you won’t live to see the day.” he threatened, making the creature nod towards his promise as he put him in a safe, “Don’t worry, you ain’t the first Witcher to come in here.” he told him before going to lock the safe, but Geralt wasn’t too convinced by that as he went and headed there.
Ogroids had a harder time blending in compared to others such as Elves and The Cubus variety, they had unplottable lands under control by Ministries and a few size alteration charms, but they had problems just like everyone else, but it made them VERY unhappy when people like himself came along, unless you were a troll, “GERALT!” Boris said, waving towards him.
“Nek–Soup Yummy!” he told Geratl, offering a bowl, “I’m sure it is.” he said, not taking the bowl, “Have any talkies come to see you recently? Bad talkies?” he asked of Boris who started to think, “Hrrm… three twos and a one came to see bout Yummy!” he said towards him and hearing that, Geralt had some thoughts, knowing that there was a lead, but he was gonna have to check who came to England recently.
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8/31/1991, King’s Cross Station, London
The group from Kaer Morhen walked through King’s Cross Station, all of the children and the Witchers had their glamours on, making sure that they appeared normal with normal eyes for the Dh’oine, Muggles, whatever you wanna say, “Everyone, keep together, making sure that–” “CIRI!” A voice said, making some of the kids all start to roll their eyes as Ciri and Vigo had looked towards the voice.
Julian Alfred Pankratz, Viscount de Lettenhove, AKA Jaskier, had walked over, Publisher and Owner of The Kingdom’s Bard, had approached them, dressed in the regalia that almost made him appear like a peacock who approached with a photographer, “Jaskier!” Ciri said, going to hug him while he kept his eyes on Mouse, “She’s not going to try and paint bomb me again, is she?” he asked.
“No, she’s been told to behave in public.” Yen told their family friend which made her smile before looking to the crowd, “Would you mind if I took a photo or the first class of you know what?” he asked with a smile now, making the kids look towards each other, a bit nervous now as they went and started to group together, looking towards the photographer as he went and aimed it at them.
“Everybody say Whiskey!” Jaskier ordered, none of the kids going to listen now, “Better than nothing!” he said now before going to take the photograph, a brief flash now that made Sofia rub her eyes, Gracie almost swear and most blinking like owls right now as Jaskier looked to them, “I still remember when I was placed in Slytherin.” he told them with a wistful look right now.
“Make sure to behave, listen to your teachers, and do the opposite of everything I just said.” he told them with a grin now, making some of them start to laugh towards that before they found the pillar that led to the Platform, “Now, my Ugly One, are you ready?” Yennefer asked her daughter in all but blood, the girl in question nodding towards it before aiming her cart, the first to go with Ryder.
“On three.” Geralt said now, “One… Two…” he started to say before they started to push now, “THREE!” Ciri said with a laugh and cheer now, Ryder and then the others going to follow after the girl now, all of them going and rushing through the stone and into the next part of The Station where they were going to see the possible future for The Witcher Community.
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8/31/1991, Platform 9 ¾, King’s Cross Station
The group of Witchers children and their minders had walked in and been met with such bright colors and people, it almost made the kids pass out now before their minders went and taken them, “Everyone, you are going to be in separate cars, understood?” Remus had asked as he went to help Gracie, “We want you all to talk to others, not get close knit and made outliers.” he told them.
That made the group all look towards each other, the Witcher Teacher going to enter the train as he went to help Gracie in, “Are you ready to go on your adventure?” Yennefer asked of Ciri who nodded, “Yes! I’m gonna be a Ravenclaw and then I’m–!” “Why Ravenclaw?” Yen had asked of her, “Because that’s what you chose, and I want to be as amazing as you two, Maman.” she told them both.
Yennefer smiled to the statement before shaking her head, “You can be amazing no matter which house is chosen for you.” The Sorceress said to her while Geralt went and made sure that Kelpie was secure and everything was at the ready before he smiled, “Have fun, Ciri.”Geralt ordered and she gave a mock salute towards that, “Yes sir!” she said with a smile while Mouse went to hug her.
“<I’ll miss you!>” Mouse signed towards Ciri, making her smile as she returned it, “<I’ll miss you too, try not to blow up Kaer Morhen.>” Ciri said towards her, making Mouse smile towards that and nodding, giving her a goodie bag which made all three worry now before seeing that there was nothing in there but candy, “Be sure to write at least once a week.” Yen said as she got one last hug.
“I will! And you two try not to invade Hogsmeade?” she asked, making the two of them and the other Minders all starting to look away, starting to whistle towards that which made the kids know what they were planning, “Promise. Now.” Vigo had ordered, making the minders all start to mutter before they nodded, each of them nodding towards that now, “I promise, Ugly One.” Yennefer told her.
That made the girl smile towards that before looking to the car that they had decided to drop her off in, “Love you, Ciri.” Geralt said with a smile, Yen starting to look away so that she wouldn’t see her crying, not wanting them to see it as well, she nodded, “Will do!” she told them, giving all three a peck on the cheek before going to enter the train until they made the way to Hogwarts.