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Anyone who saw them could tell something was different about them, maybe a feeling. They strode through the halls following quickly on the Saltzman twins' trail. One of them smiled and engaged in their silly conversation whilst the other watched.

Searching the corridors for the reason they'd truly came ... Laya Jones. The Salvatore School was something they'd already memorized, so a tour wasn't necessary. All they wanted to do was find the hybrid. Of course, they weren't aware that she was already barreling through the halls to find them.

Skidding to a stop, Laya shoved out her hand for the siblings. Bobbie didn't notice at first, her attention still drifting as far away from there Saltzman sisters as she could get it. Until, Barry elbowed her in the ribs.

"I am so sorry I'm late. I didn't even hear my alarms, and I seriously set like fourteen this time. Uh, what part of the tour are we at?"

Lizzie grimaced at the hybrid's tardiness pulling on a fake smile for the new students, "We're almost done, 𝘓𝘢𝘺𝘢. We're taking the twins to the Wickery field."

Laya nodded with a smile completely unaware of Lizzie's passive aggression. Turning back to the twins, she silently gestured towards to her still outstretched hand.

Desperate for an end to the awkward tension, Barry took it shaking it rather aggressively up and down. "And what did you say your name was?"

"Kelaya Jones, but you can just call me Laya." Bobbie grinned softly shaking her hand as well. "I'm Bobbie."

"I'm Barry."

"We're siblings."

"Twins."

"Fraternal, obvs."

Laya laughed at the mimicking of the script that the Saltzman girls had perfectly memorized. Whilst the twins stood flabbergasted, Lizzie slightly annoyed and Josie simply all around confused.

"Alright, the wickery field." Passing the twins, Barry winked at Lizzie watching pleased as her cheeks tinged red. "Alissa Chain made a broomstick fly last year, but Rick Rodgers fell thirty feet in practice. So, real life quidditch is still an illusion pipe dream."

"It's called wickery." Neither Bobbie or Barry looked up until Laya spoke. It was strange, almost childlike, like they had to.

The group dispersed at their new location, but instead of the newest twins sitting with Lizzie like most orientation kids would, they followed after Laya to Landon Kirby.

Bobbie read about him before whilst researching the hybrid. A strange human who somehow ended up at school of the most powerful children to exist. That was a mystery she had every intention of figuring out.

Especially considering the way Laya's smile spread ear to ear at the sight of her phoenix friend.

On the other side of the bleachers, Josie plopped down next to MG. "Great, 𝘮𝘰𝘳𝘦 twins," he joked. Josie merely smiled, "You shoulda seen it. It was really the weirdest thing. They pretty much treated us like we didn't exist and then Laya shows up, and immediately they're smiling. Don't get me wrong, I love her, but I didn't think her charm worked that well."

"Huh." It was all MG could say watching his friend from afar. Since the events of the Triad attack, he hadn't been able to talk to her. Laya had kinda fallen in on herself after being called crazy by the ridiculous staff at the school.

MG didn't blame her, but he missed her friend. And, he wished she would talk to anyone expect just Landon. He was equally as depressed, and it most definitely wasn't a healthy environment.

"This is my friend, Landon Kirby!" Bobbie quirked an eyebrow at the cheery introduction for a boy who simply waved at them with a fake smile. "Landon this is Bobbie, and Barry."

"Ooh, so are you two like ... you know?" Laya and Landon exchanged awfully awkward looks shaking their head with horrendous laughter. "No. God, no. I'm already with someone."

"Oh, oh my God. Sorry," Barry's face dropped not holding any intention to make it as awkward between the five as he did. "Is he here?"

Laya's face went sour at the question, "Um, no. He's 𝘣𝘶𝘴𝘺 right now."

𝘛𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘸𝘢𝘴 𝘤𝘶𝘳𝘪𝘰𝘶𝘴.

Bobbie met her brother's suspicious gaze for only a second. Yet another mystery to solve surrounding Laya Jones.

"So, what faction are you guys from?" Landon questioned.

"We're witches."

"Cool."

Barry cringed at the way their first reaction with Laya was going. What exactly were they supposed to tell her though?

𝘖𝘩 𝘩𝘦𝘺! 𝘞𝘦'𝘷𝘦 𝘣𝘦𝘦𝘯 𝘴𝘦𝘢𝘳𝘤𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘧𝘰𝘳 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘳 𝘴𝘪𝘯𝘤𝘦 𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘤𝘰𝘷𝘦𝘯 𝘭𝘦𝘢𝘥𝘦𝘳 𝘴𝘢𝘤𝘳𝘪𝘧𝘪𝘤𝘦𝘥 𝘩𝘦𝘳𝘴𝘦𝘭𝘧 𝘧𝘰𝘳 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘔𝘪𝘬𝘢𝘦𝘭𝘴𝘰𝘯𝘴. 𝘠𝘰𝘶'𝘳𝘦 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘯𝘦𝘹𝘵 𝘪𝘯 𝘭𝘪𝘯𝘦 𝘵𝘰 𝘭𝘦𝘢𝘥. 𝘚𝘰 𝘸𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘥𝘰 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘴𝘢𝘺?

𝘏𝘢, 𝘯𝘰.

For now, the twins would stay by her side. Protect her from an harm, slowly gaining her trust and then ... then they'll pop the question.

"Will you be our queen?"

Some covens didn't need leaders. Some were teams, kind of like a democracy. But not the Prophetiae's. They needed a leader. They had Circe for almost a millennia. Her death was the last thing they had expected. But, it was a new age. Laya needed to learn her rightful place.

The hybrid had finally been told what kind of witch she was. And still, she didn't 𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘭𝘭𝘺 know anything about it.