Headmistress teleported back to the coven house about twenty minutes later. She looked distressed and moved wildly like she was ready to flip out at any moment.
Finally, Anya spoke, breaking the awkward silence of the London coven watching their headmistress, "What'd he say?"
"He wants us to host them until they can transport again soon," Headmistress growled. "I managed to talk him into only five days with them though."
"Only five days?! You say that like it's nothing!" Chris complained.
"Would you rather it be five days or two months?" Headmistress pointed out.
"They wanted to stay here for two whole months?!" exclaimed PJ receiving a sad nod from her.
"There's nothing I can do. Where there's silvers, the witch council is involved, and they're ordering us to host the Russian Coven for five days and then they'll take the tunnels to the airport so they can fly to America," Headmistress explained.
"Five whole days with our mortal enemies. Should be interesting," Zahra chimed in.
"The best part is that it's during October," added Louise.
"I'll call them in. They'll be staying in the empty rooms on the upper bedroom floors," Headmistress sighed making her way through the front door space. "And somebody fix that door!"
"Alright, I think we've held you two back for long enough. You should get to school. Do you need notes?" Anya offered to Blake and Zahra.
"I'll be fine," Zahra said standing up.
"I will," Blake told her.
"Alright. Blake, give me a minute. Zahra, you can go," Anya instructed walking into the kitchen.
Spinning around on her heels, Zahra left the rest of the coven to go about the day.
"It looks like you've got everything under control, so if you don't mind," Dan motioned towards the front door.
"Please don't go yet!" Anya begged coming back with a slip of paper in her hand. "We'll need all the support we can get!"
Dan sighed, "Yeah, but I kind of promised Phil-"
"I know that it's not fair to you, but we're really going to need you these next five days. Please, just put it off until then, I'm begging you!" Anya's eyes almost looked like the were fighting back tears.
Dan bit his lip pondering what to do. He didn't want to abandon Phil and break his promise, but he had a coven to help protect now. This wasn't exactly something he ever thought he would ever have to think about, thus him thinking wizards and witches didn't exist. Either way, he had to make a decision and quick.
Suddenly, the Russian coven strode back inside followed by Igor. The coven came and plopped themselves in various spots of the room, some even entering the kitchen. Every single one of them was acting like they owned the place.
Igor stepped over to Anya. "So, where's the French chimney? She still live here?" he asked.
"None of your business where she is," Anya stated sternly while handing her brother the note.
"So that must mean she does still live here. Would you mind pointing me in her direction?" Igor asked.
"Hey! She just told you to stay the fuck out of it!" Chris snapped.
Igor turned around to face him and slowly made his way to a centimeter from Chris's face, "Yeah, well nobody asked you."
"Leave him alone," PJ growled giving Igor a shove back from Chris.
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Secrets, Lies, and Covens (Phan)
FanficAll his life, Dan Howell was always left handed which is why the day he picked up a pen with his right hand and took notes that were identical to those of his left, he knew something weird was off. Not even ten minutes later, he realizes that he can...
