 Slytherin by heart
He nodded and concentrated, bringing up the sight once more. No matter how he practiced, however, it always took more to share with another person. He touched her with the sight as well, so that she could see the threads around both of them. They were white, ethereal things. They sorted around him as he concentrated. He pulled one from close to her and followed it down, into her past. At the first instance of her mother, he pulled a new thread and suddenly there were images of her mother. He followed it back the right amount of time then slowed, concentrating on the potion that Freya had talked about. Once he found one, he looked at the threads which surrounded the potion she held. Visions of a werewolf came, and the future of the one which attacked Freya came to them. It was the right potion. He shared all of this with her, then let the both of them gaze upon the scene as the potion was planned and created...
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Armand and Damien Beta-Erikson
Named for Legends
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