Hidden Savior (Bill Weasley)

Chapter 4

"How did it go?"

"Well, I might have been a bit too dramatic seeing as I said the words "breaking the curse" before making a dramatic exit. But I'm hoping they'll put it together that I'm a witch. Maybe not though, because I'm pretty sure I've given them subtle hints for over three years."

"Well, they are stupid."

"No, Oliver, you're stupid. Let's clear some of this other stuff out of the way, and put all of the goblin shit in one corner."

"Yes ma'am." Over the next ten minutes, Oliver moves things around, taking a few things back up to the tent.  I stand next to the golden tablet, trying diligently to decipher the thousands of sets of instructions in this 500 page book.

I hear them apparate to the entrance, sending an echoing whoosh sound throughout the tunnels. They find us easily, and in my peripheral vision I see them hesitantly walk into the chamber.

"Hey guys," Oliver greets them, kicking a piece of goblin silver into the pile.

"So are you going to tell us what this is about now?"

"I did say breaking a curse didn't I? Or are you deaf? Hey- don't touch that!" Thankfully I looked up from my reading in time to see Bill reaching for the golden tablet. I immediately flick my hand at him, causing the ginger to fall back into his friends. "Sorry. But you can't touch that, you'll either make it explode or you'll just die."

"Good to know," Dillon comments, looking quite calm compared to the others. "Did you just magic without your wand?"

"Yes, I was taught how to do that at the American Magic Academy. American schools are far more advanced than Hogwarts," I explain absently, returning the majority of my attention to the book.

"You're a witch?"

"Well, seeing as I just did magic, yes, Bill, I'm a witch." I roll my eyes, angrily turning the page. "Jack, how's the isolation?"

"They still don't know what it is."

"I leave you four alone and you let out a magical terrigen in the museum."

"Magical terrigen?"

I shush Bill, listening it Jack. "I didn't let it out, Nick did."

"Whatever. How's the decoding?"

"Are you sure this duplicated it exactly?"

"Yes, checked it. I know it doesn't look like any language that has ever graced this earth. I think it's some sort of coded egyptian language." I shift through all of the pages I already read, sitting on a crate in defeat.

"Who are you talking to?"

"Jack. He's back in New York at the museum."

"How are you talking to someone that far away?" Dillon asks.

"It's called technology, it's quite useful, you should try it sometime. Jack, scan it and run it through that program I set up, maybe it'll make something of it."

"Sure thing."

"Again I ask, Magical Terrigen?" Bill asks.

"One of our objects had some sort of cursed dust or airborne thing that is making people sick. It wasn't even one of our finds, the FBI X-Files department brought it in yesterday."

"Is everyone okay?"

"The CDC is on it."

"Is anyone going to explain anything?" Maddox asks, clearly irritated.