The hoteliers of Deucalion or The new Nevermoor scandal

»The evilest enemy«

Cadence's POV:

I made a typical thick braid myself, put on my school uniform and openned the green door, that absurdly grew after my inauguration in our livingroom, on the right side, next to the window.
I didn't go to the Station 919 because of school. It was Saturday. No, I went for Hawthorne. To my home came a message from Jupiter, that Morrigan and Jack are in his office and they want to tell us something.
I think, they do not.
Hawthorne's dark purple door suddenly openned and to the station jumped one smiling mishmash of brown curls and pink-blue textil.
From behind the door I heard a female voice: "...and don't you dare to set something on fire!"
I grimaced, imagining Morrigan, squeezing the root of her nose, and saying something like: 'Typical Hawthorne.'
He slammed the door and smirked sheepishly.
"That was mom. Ignore it. How it comes, that you're here so early?"
"Oh, hello Cadence, haven't seen you from yesterday. How's life? Very well Hawth. Thank's for asking. By the way, I'm very glad, that you're wearing the sweater, what you had, when we met first. And how's your life?" I said, coming nearer to him. He rolled his eyes. "Hi Cadence! I'm okay and I'm sooo lucky you're using Jack's methods..." he said with something jealous in his voice.
I rolled my eyes as well."This discussion is NOT going to the right direction... C'mon." I said and openned Morrigan's door.
Hawthorne hesistated. "Erm... Don't you think, coming to someone's room whitout them agreeing is little bit..."
I turned to him, my face few centimeters from his. "Do you want to go from your's home and by the feet?" I hissed and whitout his answer I turned back.

When we came out from Morrigan's room, Hawthorne rubbed his neck. "I kinda don't know, where Jupiter's office is, so..."
"Shut up," I said, recalling Jupiter's message.
"Third floor, second door down music saloon." I murmured and ran downstairs. Then I found the music saloon and counted two doors down. I stopped in front of the door made from the dark mahogany. "E voila!" I said drily.
"Okay... But don't you think, I'll praise you. I also know, how to count to three." said dragonrider, but before I could say anything to him, something slammed to the door from inside. I raised an eyebrow and put my hand to the handle, but Swift stopped me. "No. I'll go first."
I rolled my eyes again, but let him go. He openned the door and if he stood like two or three centimeters right, he would get a pillow right in his face. He stepped to the room. "Really guys? Pillows?"
I heard the laughter from inside. I came to the office and closed the door behind me. I crossed arms on my chest, watching the scene in front of me and trying to keep a poker face. On the floor, there were Morrigan's and Jack's boots and some pillows. The Wundersmith and her... mate ... half-sitting, half-laying in the two-seat sofa. When I shut the door, there was a moment of silence. Then I raised my eyebrow and...
"Ha!" Swift erupted to histerical laughter and everyone else did the same. I laughed and yelled ironicaly at Morrigan. "Aren't you ashamed? With the -teen boy alone in the one room... Someone would say you were doing who knows what... But you are training throwing pillows and boots to Jupiter's door... AND you dare to not to throw at least one shoot to Swift!" when I said it, Morrigan and Jack fell silent and stared at me. Hawthorne, who didn't realise, what exactly I said, turned to the sitting couple. "This is that, what you had to tell us? That you finally aren't enemies?"
"That you're... ah... friends, finally?" I continued and Morrigan's eyes almost popped out. "Candence, are you okay? This one is the evilest enemy!"

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When we cleaned up the pillows (and boots), I sat legs-crossed to the one sofa and Hawthorne sat to my right side. Morrigan and Jack remained standing.
"So what's really going on?" snapped dragonrider I gave him a silent look and then I turned to the frenemies in front of me. Jack picked some letter out of the pocket and waved with it once, twice.
"According to this..." he shoot a controling look at Morrigan. She nodded.
"...we inherited... Deucalion."
I was watching them, feeling idiotic. Hawthorne jumped by the alarm. "Wow, that's impossible!" then he grimaced. "But Captain North is alive, right?"
My eyes flew up to the ceiling. I stood up and grabbed the paper from Jack. "Hawthorne, in the all of the Seven Pockets, think!" I opened the list and contunied: "When Jupiter is away for the longer than month, someone else has to take a care, until the original hotelier returns. Is that right? This is the testament, isn't it? And according to it, Morrigan and Jack are going to be hoteliers. But not only..." when I went silent, Morrigan looked over my shoulder.
"Erm..." she came to the table and grabbed the law book. "Jack? I... think you're... a Captain?"
The named boy came to look over her shoulder and ran his hand trought his hair. "What are you..."
"Captain Korrapati, I think, we have much bigger problem, than we thought we do." said Morrigan quietly.
Jack shook his head and hissed: "Jupiter! Wait until he gets to my hands!"
Then he threw the law book to the desk, grabbed the testament from me and ran out from office.
From the corridor we just heard the scoff: "Captain!"