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“We’re going to look for some food!” Ron called back over his shoulder, already having dragged Kalmar and Harry halfway to the door.

“You three shouldn’t be out there on your own,” Ahsoka protested, her eyes hardening. “It’s still dangerous.”

Ron ignored her, instead continuing on his way toward the door. “Kalmar has got his sword, and Harry and I have our wands. We’ll be fine.” He shutting the door behind him and his friends.

Rupert stiffened at the word wands.

Surely the boy couldn’t have meant actual wands. . . right?

Rupe didn’t think that he’d ever heard of child sorcerers anywhere before, but that didn’t mean that they didn’t exist.

He emerged from a sea of confusing thoughts just in time to see Ahsoka send one of the clones — someone she had called Rex — after the boys; probably as a protective measure.

Rupert looked at the girl that Harry had called Hermione. “What exactly did he mean by wands?” he asked, hoping that it wasn’t what he’d thought Ron had meant.

Hermione looked at him strangely. “Magic wands,” she answered. “You know, for casting spells.”

Please mean children’s toys. Please mean children’s toys.

Hermione must have mistaken his expression for confusion, because she shrugged helplessly, and tried to elaborate. “Hexes, jinxes, charms? You do know what those are, right?”

Boy did he.

 

Clones.

A mythological owl-witch.

Child sorcerers.

What didn’t  this place have?

 

Magic was forbidden within the Order of Brendan. Some would say that to fight against it was one of the reasons that the O of B even existed.

Rupert had seen what magic could do. He had seen the havoc it could wreak, the lives it could destroy. He had seen the monsters it could summon. He had seen men kill without remorse just to get their hands on one small shard of a magical artifact. Of a tooth.

 

Rupert resisted the urge to let one — or both — of his hands drift toward his revolvers. His guns would do little good against magic. If a fight was what it came down to, he was going to need the element of surprise.

But against children?

No, Rupert would avoid that until he had no other options left.

 

He returned his focus to Hermione, and saw her wither underneath his powerful gaze. “Answer me truthfully,” he said, and he knew that she could hear the suspicion in his voice. “Are you a sorceress, a witch, a worker of magic?”