Larissa Greengrass, the second born child of Lord Edgar Greengrass, had always been an unassuming introvert, coaxed out of her silence by her siblings on rare occasions. She would have never expected an entire room of people to be gathered by a godd...
No one was willing to discuss the events from the scene before, so the visions blared on, no words interrupting.
"We're here," Larissa waved to Leopold, who instantly brightened upon seeing the four of them.
"Bonjour Larissa," Leopold jogged over, "and bonjour to you three as well."
"Bonjour Monsieur Leopold," the three greeted in sync, the act still causing the teacher to freeze.
"No need to call me that out of school," Leopold smiled, "call me Leopold, or even Leo if you want."
"So weird," Layla muttered under her breath, "so, so weird."
"I agree," Gideon Prewett nods, "I would also feel weird if one of my teachers was dating my mom."
"Luckily that will never happen," Oscar kissed Elena quickly, causing all three of their children to turn away in disgust. They did not need to see that, thank you very much!
"Sorry," Leopold rubbed the back of his neck sheepishly, "I didn't mean to make you uncomfortable."
"It's just going to take getting used to," Victor reassured his favorite teacher, "if Maman had to date any teacher, you're probably the best option."
"Should I feel complimented or insulted?" Leopold whispered to Larissa, who simply giggled. The triplets were astonished. Their mother rarely giggles. Chuckles, laughs, cackles, but never giggles. If their teacher could bring that out of her, then maybe they can accept this.
The night went according to plan, the five enjoying the fireworks and ice cream. The triplets got to know their teacher in a more casual setting, something they never would have dreamed of happening.
April 21st, 1993.
"You feeling alright Victor?" Leopold Arquette asks his student nervously, "you look sick. Actually, now that I think about it, all of you Greengrasses have been sickly lately. Is anything wrong?"
Victor glanced up at his teacher, eyes adjusting to the light. He had fallen asleep during potions, and his worried teacher had his hand on his forehead, frowning as he felt his temperature.
"He's sick," Larissa gasped quietly, "he really doesn't look well. I hope he'll be alright." She was barely over the revelation of her rape, how could she deal with this too?
"He'll be fine," Daniel reassured his cousin, "you Greengrasses are fighters. I'm sure he'll be up and running soon."
"You need to go to the infirmary," Leopold immediately announced, "you're burning up. Can you walk, or should I conjure a stretcher?"
"I can walk," Victor stood up, groaning as his aching head throbbed, "can we go quickly? The light is hurting my eyes. I want to go back to sleep."
"All of you have the rest of the period free," Leopold dismissed the class, "come on Victor, let's get you to the infirmary."
"Another one," the doctor, Dr. Maurice Archambeau frowned from his wheelchair, "that makes all three Greengrasses. Should we call their mother?" The doctor had a stern look on his face, yet he was deeply concerned. Never had three siblings ever fallen ill at the same time before. It was even more unique, seeing as triplets were rare, more so magical triplets. There could be all sorts of unique magical phenomena happening to them.
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