Death's Emerald Eyes

Chapter 9

The three brothers mostly sat in silence until George came back to join them.

"Hodwy Party" George chuckled as he sat in the chair to the right of Merle. The three stared at George, almost Baffled, until George became uncomfortable.

"Mate, are you telling me you Americans don't say that?

"Howdy Partner? Is that what you mean?" Harry stared at George in bewilderment.

"YOU DUMB FUCK ILLEGAL," Merle cackled while Daryl just continued to stare.

"Okay, my bad. Sorry I don't know what is happening across the pond"

Harry saw that George was fumbling due to his embarrassment and cut in, "Since you're on the other side of the pond, we probably should train everyone in Muggle weapons"

"Oh, good idea," and "We don't want a Salam Witch Trail, innit?" Came from both twins' mouths at the same time as Fred followed a very tired Charon to the small group surrounding the fire.

"I'm gonna burn Draco at the stake for calling Charon a mutt," Daryl snorted after commenting. Charon proceeded to let herself on his lap before licking his face.

"Wanker deserves it sometimes"

"I know Luna has wicked aim with an axe," Fred proudly states before George continues, ".. Little Moon doesn't seem it, but she a powerhouse for sure"

"What bout chu?" Merle asks

"The twins have good aim regardless of the item. Although, I feel like they could be especially good with bows or long-range guns"

"Draco? Neville?"

"Neville likes swords" and "Draco is unbeatable in hand-to-hand combat," the twins rambled  before nodding happily with their statements

"We should all train tomorrow"

"Perf. I have a gut feeling things are going to pick up soon"

The men surrounded by the fire slowly fell back into a comfortable silence. The next few hours went by peacefully. The five watched the stars, listened to music, compared tastes, and just sat there in camaraderie. Charon began to have an attitude. She began huffing and was restless in Daryl's lap.

"What chu want, baby girl?"

Unsure what to do, Daryl places the large pup onto the ground in front of him. She paces over to Harry and she repeatedly smacks his knees with her paws.

"Is it passed your bedtime, my love?"

Charon confirmed it with a small bark.

"Have some patience. Go look if Draco still needs privacy, and if he does, go comfort him or go to our room Charon"

With another Bark, she set off to see Draco.

"It freaks me out when you do that," Merle comments

"Most familiars don't even need to speak. They do it telepathically," George starts, and Fred finishes, "Yeah, why do you talk to her aloud?"

"It freaks Merle out even more when they did that," Daryl cuts in before kicking his brother in the Shins

"We want to blend in with the muggles. She and Daryl are constantly doing the same thing. He's a man of few words with most people, so he can get away with it, Mate"

"The pretty princess just likes me more," Daryl smiles cockily at Harry.

A few seconds later, Charon was back and smacking Harry again. "Okay, stinky. Let's go to bed. See you men in the morning!"

Charon jokingly bares her teeth at him before he rubs her head and goes inside.

"You heard the man. Let us go to bed, boys" The twins put out the fire while Daryl put away the chairs. Merle took a quick smoke break during the cleanup.

"Hey, old man, are you gonna help" George yells and winks at Merle. Merle drops the cigarette and launches himself at the twin on the right.

"Wrong twin, I'm Fred" George immediately defends himself

"No, I am Fred," Fred yells back

"God damn it, I can't beat both of you up. Daryl, help me out. I'm your brother"

"I don't know, Merle, your birth certificate was a stone slab. You're ancient"

"You son of a bitch. No loyalty, I swear," Huffs before walking inside.

The three reconvened just to high-five each other before following the ancient man inside.

That night the normally intense air gave in. It was peaceful and almost humming with happiness. The two trucks were safely parked and hidden, the front meadow was well taken care of besides a patch of dropped cigs, and the tent was locked up tight.

Floating twinkle lights roamed around the grey-colored tent. Each room emitted a different magical pulse. Luna's room, of course, was always peaceful. This current night she has the Weird Sister playing very low in the background as she prepares everything for the upcoming months.

Neville, surprisingly did not fall asleep in his room; he fell asleep in the reading nook in the library, researching American magical and muggle plants. At some point in the night, he remembers a blond coming in and putting a pillow under his head and a blanket on his body. It made Neville fall asleep with a smile on his face.

Draco went to the meditation room to process his emotions. He was able to do as much as he could in his tired state. Yet, as soon as he made it to his room, there was a melancholy feeling right before he fell asleep while holding the necklace close to his chest.

The twins have two rooms and two bathrooms. Obviously, one for each twin, but they have a connecting door so they can still be close while maintaining their undeniable bond. George's room has classical playing low and an orange color bleeding out from under his door. Fred, on the other hand, had classical rock playing in the background and a fan going full speed.

Harry's room was nothing but peaceful. Every few hours Charon and himself would wrestle for more of the bed or pillow. They both don't acknowledge it, but they are the most at peace when spooning with the pup as the little spoon is being smothered.

Daryl was restless for some reason. He just could not sleep. He was tossing and turning. The quiet man's thoughts were going a mile a minute. The tall hunter began doing some rituals in the hope it would further the good vibes tonight into tomorrow. He believes everyone here deserves a break before shit hits the fan.

The archer enters the connecting closet, which holds the crystals in this tent. Normally, the upkeep and finding of these crystals is up to Merle. Daryl just needs to use them for rituals. Internally, he hopes to get better at the craft in honor of Granny.

Meanwhile, Merle just stares at his ceiling. He is lost in thought about how his life turned out. If you told him ten years ago he would be in a magical tent, he would have asked for your dealer's information. As a person, he really changed his life. He used to be racist, sexist, had anger issues, was uneducated, and generally hateful. Granny was his light in the dark. He spent most of his life stumbling down a hallway in pitch black. Without her, he would be a completely different person today.