Pureblood [ᴇᴅᴡᴀʀᴅ ᴄᴜʟʟᴇɴ]

ɪɪɪ : ʙɪʀᴛʜᴅᴀʏ ᴍᴀᴅɴᴇss

A couple weeks after their confrontation, Bella's birthday came up. The tension between Bella and Aquila didn't go unnoticed by Charlie. He saw how Bella would glare at Aquila. He saw how Aquila would try to clench her fist and stop herself from attacking Bella, an action Charlie often saw Luna do everytime Renee was around. He tried to talk them out of their argument but his actions were futile, especially when Bella almost jumped onto Aquila because of Aquila's passive agressive comment. He decided to let the two cool off before convincing them to work things out.

A day before Bella's birthday she was able to force them to prepare a birthday party for her. As to how she did it, she found out about Aquila being a witch. She threatened her she'll do everything to make the people believe her this time. This isn't something Aquila could get away from especially with MACUSA.

The American ministry isn't as forgiving as the British ministry. Sure, they're the saviors of the wizarding world but their actions wouldn't be excused. Draco and Aquila, being raised as Purebloods, believe that MACUSA will use everything, issues and all, to gain control upon a person.

Rosalie comforted Aquila, telling her they're more than happy to help her out. She almost lost Aquila on a war. She won't let the MACUSA take her away from them because of her jealous cousin.

Bella's birthday party was held on the Cullen's house. While Bella was being dressed up by a calm Alice and a murderous Rosalie, Aquila was led by Edward into a room she didn't have the chance to enter before. She marveled on the beautiful painting of the very familiar people.

"The Volturi." Aquila breathed out.

It was a beautiful eighteenth century painting of four people on a Greecian themed high balcony in their robes looking down upon the bacchanal. Aro and Marcus, the two men with long black hair. Caius, almost rivaling Draco's white blonde hair. But what surprised Aquila was the golden haired man a little far back, Carlisle.

"The Volturi is the closest thing my world has to royalty."

"Their the ruling coven." Aquila nods in understanding. "Who painted this?"

"Francesco Solimena painted this. He often depicted the Volturi as Gods." Edward answered.

"I never knew Carlisle was a part of their coven." Aquila stated.

"Yes. He lived with them for a few decades. He describes them as a very refined killers. And yes, they are the ruling coven which makes them the enforcers." Edward confirmed.

"Enforcers of what?"

"The only rule they have, to keep the existence of our kind a secret. We don't make spectacles for ourselves, or kill conspicuously, unless we want to die." Edward answered.

"Nope. I'm not having this conversation about you wanting to die. You're suicidal, I'm suicidal. This isn't going to work. I might encourage you to go through it or even come and die with you. Nope. Not happening." She rambled while pacing. Edward chuckled and pulled her into a hug.