Chapter 3
“Portuguese,”
“Hogwarts,”
Augusto Santoni turned back to the children that he hadn’t even been teaching a moment ago, eyebrows raised. “Which of you performed the ritual?” he asked. “You won’t get in trouble, I just want to know,” he added. There was some shifting, a few guilty looks, and then everyone turned towards the back. He followed their gazes to the sheepish triplets, as well as a nonplussed Marticia. He switched languages, knowing that the triplets had some of the lower grades in Portuguese. “Tell me the exact steps,”
Marticia frowned. “The first one was to get the Chanter to do the normal ‘calling on Hecate’ thingy to bless the ritual. Then Mugwort and African Sea salt had to make the barrier or else all the excess energy would kill everyone. You have to pour basilisk venom between the Chanter’s feet every two minutes, to stop like, the magic from killing the Chanter. After the 10th drop you had to call Iemanjá to seal the ritual, in Latin. I was right, right? Call on lemanjá in Latin? Maybe I should have used Greek and Mercury?” The Half-Fae girl looked pensieve, and the werewolf shook his head. “I don’t know. I never took Ritual studies beyond High School. I think that, yes, calling on Iemanjá was right as we were on ancient grounds. But perhaps the concentration of Western magic here combined with the latin wording, sending us here,” There were four soft oh’s, followed by one of the triplet boys (Harry? John? The three siblings were all starting to smell the same. Was this Western Magic messing with him, confusing his senses?) speaking up. “But that makes no sense. If the Latin magic was too strong, shouldn’t we have landed in Rome? Isn’t that like, where Latin was spoken?” Augusto frowned. He had a point. “I don’t know. Remember, I don’t teach you Ritual Studies, and I never will. But later I can ask Mr. Castro,”
–Switch–
At the mention of their Ritual Studies teacher, the triplets panicked in unison, and their classmates looked at them with odd expressions.
“We never told him-”
“-about the ritual not working-”
“-and sending us to a school in Britain!”
The three siblings took turns speaking. That set their classmates off, as well.
“We need to tell him!”
“How? None of us have our familiers!”
“Can they travel this far?”
“Can Mr. Santoni do it for us?”
“How? He’s a werewolf, not an elf, idiot,”
“What if we used someone else's, like in the school?”
“I’m not doing that,”
“Neither am I,”