The Lost Heir of Ilvermony

Winning While losing

It's been a long time since I had my ass has been so thoroughly kicked somethings never changed though. Waking up my head is pounding while my body is sore slowly I open my eyes, this is the hospital. Tall windows let in the first rays of sunshine, my bed is surrounded by curtains Teddy is in a chair. The blue hair is gone, it's now a shade of pecan brown .“Hey Blue.”

His eyes open his hair going to jet blue, his voice is horse thick with relief. “You scared me and a whole lot of people.”

“What day is it?” I ask if sitting up in the sun would suggest its morning. I have no idea on the day.

As Teddy stands stretching out his joints pop, he puts his hand on my hand. ‘Its sunday you’ve been out since yesterday.”

I look at the left arm and it's covered in bandages, “I lost?”

“No,” Softly walking he pulls back the curtains. In the bed beside me is Oscar his whole body is in a cast. His brown eyes are visible but little else is to be seen. He winks at me flexing his fingers at me. I feel his peace and he’s happy to be alive. “You came in second place.”

Looking into the deep eyes I realize what he is. “You're an Empathic.”

To his credit he gives me a thumbs up. Teddy looks shocked “Really? Your very humble them most Empathic’s are complete ass’s.”

A wave of humor passes through us and we both laugh. “Is Saya here? Did they get her too?”

Teddy keeps the curtains open. “No she umm...She pertifted them there still on the lawn black statues half buried in the ground.”

I’m about to ask more when the door opens. “Lyra?”

Thomas his voice is overjoyed, he finds my bed. “Lyra. Your…” He’s holding a newspaper as soon as he gets within a foot of me he stops covering his mouth and nose with his coat. “You stnk Babe.”

 Teddy just smirks at him. “You get used to it mate.” Thomas holds out the paper to Teddy who is between us. He looks at the paper. “Bloody Hell!”

Using my good arm a yank the paper out of his hand. The picture is of me in front of the school in yesterday's outfit. Above me is the headline. “The Lost Heir of Ilvermorny!” I keep reading the article. 

“Lyra Rosewood age 15, the Ilvermorny champion who was previously thought to be the child of muggle parents is in fact a direct descendant of Ilsot Stewart by her squib daughter Martha. This makes Lyra Rosewood of the Oldest magic blood in all of the Americas. Rosewood's valiant performance in the second challenge left her unable to comment. However, this reporter has seen proof as I witness her call forth a american goblin known as Old William. Who has also declined to comment. A special delegation of MUCOSA has been sent to Ilvernomory to investigate the sensational claim. Further proof of this extraordinary turn of events is that many students have confirmed that Lyra is in fact Parse Tough and can talk to snakes. Even adopting a river-serpent as Islot Stewart was known to do.”

I look at Thomas who is almost dancing with happiness, Teddy takes a step back. “Right so I’m going to give you two a minute to talk about this.” 

Thomas inches closer, nose still covered. “Isn’t this great?”

“How is this great, Thomas?”

He smiles, “Your one us now we can be together. We’ll be the next power couple.”

I sigh astonished at his words not because that is ridiculous but because it's exactly what his father would say. “Power couple I thought we’re going to New Mexico.”