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Five kids. Four boys and one girl. Randolph was going to go mad.
Normally he would rely on his wife, Merida, but that wasn't possible anymore. A few months ago, Merida Blackhorn passed away with a muggle disease called cancer. There wasn't any cure that could have healed her. Now, the paperwork had to be done. Sitting in his study, papers covering his desk, stress and tiredness overpowering him.
"Father? Are you still here?". Emma Blackhorn. The youngest and only daughter of Randolph. He really appreciates her. She took care of her four older brothers when their mother died. At the funeral she supported her father and she made sure that everyone in the house ate. She took the role of the mother without a second thought. He was never prouder of anyone ever.
"Yes, dear. I'm still here" he sighed, "Go to sleep, sweetheart. It's very late..." "No, father. Not until I make sure you get to bed. You are going to exhaust yourself."
Emma was concerned. Her father had been working for the past week nonstop. He barely slept and rarely came out of his study. She had to bring him his meals so he wouldn't starve and remind him to have a shower. It was already after hours and everyone was asleep. Except them.
The fresh smell of salty water and moist green filled the air. An obscure shadow rose from the middle of the lake. It was massive. From its sides, weeds and algae were dangling giving the object a sea-like atmosphere. It reached the docks. A wooden plank hit the cement with a bang. A figure came out and approached them. The time had come. It was here.
"I! WILL! KILL! YOU! Charlie." Charles started to run towards the boat. An egg-covered Thomas ran after him, stopping before the entrance and doing a quick cleaning spell. Simon looked up and closed his book. Emma was on her knees laughing, Tom and Charlie nowhere in sight. That was bad.