Children of Sin

Chapter 33

"I can't believe they're making us stare at a lake for an hour," Damian pouted, "I could be practicing my dueling instead."

"Stop pouting," Boaz Cartier rolled his eyes, "you've already mastered the curriculum for your next two years in school. You don't need the practice."

"Lucky," Victor grumbled, "I'm still stuck on third level hex deflection. How'd you figure it out?"

"You have to put more precision into your swishes," Damian advised his brother, "I notice you have a very flowy way of swishing. While that's good for enchantment and herbology geared spells, it's unsuitable for dueling. I'm surprised Monsieur Alfonso hasn't pointed it out to you yet."

"Thanks," Victor grinned, swishing his wand with more firmness, "have you moved on to non-verbal wand casting?"

"Not yet," Damian confessed, ears turning red, "don't tell Maman, but I've been focusing on something else."

"What have you been doing?" Boaz's eyes widened. He had never heard Damian ever ask for something to be kept from his mother. The triplets, for better or for worse, told their mother everything. What was Damian planning?

"My son is so cute," Lillian couldn't contain herself. Little Boaz was too adorable for her to handle. If she recalled correctly, she had another son, Isidore, who went by the name Izzy. She hadn't seen him for a while, and was anxiously awaiting his appearance. 

"I've been working on creating spells and items that would be more suited to espionage, infiltration, and stealth," Damian admitted, whispering a muffling spell of his own creation, "times are changing. This tournament's twists and turns have proven that. Besides, I was always interested in such things anyways."

"You want to be a spy?" Victor raised an eyebrow, "you? You're the least subtle person I know."

"Maybe," Damian pondered for a moment, "if the opportunity arises. I just feel that being able to hide from danger is preferable to fighting."

"Fair enough," Boaz laughs, "although, at the rate you're growing, I'm not sure you can hide at all."

"You got that right," Victor complained, "why is he so much taller than me? We grew in the same womb?"

"Hey," Damian protested, "I'm not that big."

"Is he embarrassed?" James spluttered, "who would be embarrassed about being as handsome and tall as that kid?"

"He's right," Marlene agreed, "I wish I had his height. Here I am stuck at 5'4."

"Stop being jealous," Lily rolled her eyes, "you're quite literally average height. No need to be so sore."

"That's the problem Lils," Marlene groaned, "I'm only average. I'm so much more than an average person. How can I still be average height?"

"I give up," Lily shook her head fondly. If there was anything that Marlene was known for in the common room, it would be for her infamous rants about her height. Lily had given up trying to convince her that there was nothing wrong with her height.

That was, of course, a huge lie. Damian had almost completed growing, standing at 6'3 proudly. With his broad shoulders and height combined, Damian sometimes gave off the impression of being much older. He still had some growing to do, his mother and aunts estimating he'd grow another two or three inches at least, but he looked much older than his brother.

Victor was finally taller than Layla, standing at a clean 5'11. He was much leaner than his brother, with narrow shoulders that made him seem smaller than he was. His tan skin made his sea-green eyes pop out, and his hair, straight unlike his siblings' curls. Many people thought that Victor was the one who looked like their father, likely because his skin, eyes, and hair so fiercely contrasted his siblings'.