FD: One Shots and Extras

1. Magic and Secrets

Questions asked by TwilightMidna18:
For Guinniverre:

Do you use your magic in secret now that you know it?

Have you ever been caught in a situation where you were almost caught by the people in the village for being the princess?

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Time: A few months after Adiscordia
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Gretel stared at the interviewer. She could feel a lump form at her throat. The title of 'witch' immediately coming up in mind. No one understood it, and she doubted they would. She'd be burned at the stake!

"Magic?" She questioned trying to keep a puzzled expression. It would be easier if she wasn't thinking of Adiscordia's blazing death. "I'm not sure what you mean."

Almost as if on cue quick steps approached. Her brother's hand reassuringly patted her back. It was enough for her to let out a silent drawn out breath of relief.

"Gretel knows magic?" Hansel let out a laugh. "When did you learn that?" He looked over at her with a confident smile.

It was enough to make her forget the fear. She shrugged. "I don't know. Maybe they mean the magic of our sibling love." She puckered up her lips into a kissing motion at Hansel. She half expected him to gag, but sadly she failed at her joke.

He rolled his eyes in jest before wrapping his arms around her. "Then yes, but its not really a secret is it?" She forced a smile. He was being sweet, so tooth rottingly sweet.
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She knew what was coming as soon as they got home. For now, she looked back at the interviewer who seemed pleased with their answer. They scribbled in their small notebook before reading another question.

"I know its nearly time for supper so I have one more question. They are records that when you returned you helped raise the slums up into decent living quarters. You went from starving and struggling to suddenly owning livestock and providing for those around you. Records say that these were from some Rhionininian jewels, and goblets you sold for a small fortune."

Though her brother had calmed her Gretel felt her heart instinctively begin to pound at her chest as they continued. After so long, being found out still terrified her. Why did everyone still need to be so hateful?

"There are also multiple reports marking the resemblance of you and the missing princess Guinniverre. What do you have to say to these reports?"

Hansel quickly released his sister. "Are you calling Gretel Rhioninian?" His defensive stance reminded her of just how overprotective he could be. Not that she minded, she knew the drill. He was buying her time to catch her words. "That's rude. You don't simply compare someone who saved the village to the scum of the earth."

Her eye twitched as her spine tensed. She knew it was all an act, and at times she envied how good he was at it. An award winning actor, even she almost believed it. He raised a hand in frustration grumbling as he left. "Sono stanco di tutta questa merda." He turned to the interviewer. "How can you find resemblance from a spoiled perfectly pampered three year old princess, to a hard working eight year old with dirty braids. It makes no sense."

"Hansel!" She called out with a pout. At least she was too focused on getting back at him now to remember why she was scared. She most definitely knew what was coming after this interview.

He casually shrugged. "What? Your hair is greasy." Her shoulders tensed as she stared daggers at him. He had a mangled mane for a hairdo, who was he to talk? She couldn't even be mad at him. It was his plan to turn her attention to him as opposed to her own fears. It was working. He was a snarky, clever, fat little-
"Answer that last question and come back inside. I'm hungry and I won't eat without you. We have sibling magic after all." The door closed behind him.