May 1938. Rome, Italy.
The Flamels where sat around a large table enjoy a lovely meal in a muggle restaurant. Every few years they would venture out of the castle and into a muggle city to experience the food, entertainment and culture to better understand how muggles lived and to get ideas for new inventions and books they could gear towards the muggle population. They also tended to stay in the muggle side of the cities in fear of having their parents recognized in the wizarding villages and streets and being stared at like animals on display.
"Why don't you children run along and go to the local art museums, your father and I need some alone time" The Flamel children made disgusted faces before finishing up their wine and leaving the restaurant. The weather in Rome was fairly warm with a light cool breeze, they wore appropriate muggle garments and where thankful for the light weight garments their mother had bought them and the fact that the could control how much they grew so everything always fit perfectly.
"So what museum shall we go to?" Katana turned to Evie with an exasperated look.
"Do you honestly think we are actually going to an art museum? When have we ever gone to place mother has suggested?" Everyone stopped walking once they where far enough away from the restaurant their parents where in and turned to James.
"I was thinking we'd go to the island, Tom hasn't been there yet and we haven't been there in a while" Everyone but Tom nodded their heads with large excited smiles on their faces.
"What Island?"
"Avalon of course dear brother" Tom raised an eyebrow in disbelief. Everyone else snickered.
"King Arthurs Avalon?" James shook her head.
"Of course not, we just like to pretend it is, we bought it three centuries ago and build a castle on it, mum and dad don't know, it's a sibling secret so you can't tell them, alright?" Tom nodded excited to be included in the secret. "You also can't get to the isle unless you have Flamel blood and have to floo from a very specific floo only we would be able to get to"
They all grabbed onto each other as James flashed them all to the library in Slytherin Cottage, up in Northern Scotland. Tom looked at the library in confusion, he hadn't been to the cottage none of them have since the last time they snuck out to go to Avalon. Dust had gathered in their absence covering the books and tables, it looked as if someone had spilt a bag of flour.
"What is this place?" Tom walked to the nearest book shelf and dusted off the spine of a book.
"This is Slytherin Cottage, Grandfather Sal built this for his wife and son to live in while he was at Hogwarts, when they died he closed it for a few years until he was banished and he brought mum her with him. Once Grandfather died we moved to Grandma Ro's house in London while father had the Castle built in the countryside right outside Paris. I haven't properly lived here since I was four years old" James turned to grin at a baffled Tom. "Yes, that was quiet a while ago"
Loki and Reagan cleaned the fireplace and hunted down the floo power that they had hidden and placed a preservation charm on. Katana and Evie where helping Billy find books about weather magic and Castor was searching for more books on necromancy for James. By the time the fireplace was cleaned and the floo power found everyone had finished what they where doing and waited to floo to the isle.
"Sisters first" Reagan opened the jar of floo powder and offered it to Billy, Katana and Evie. They each took a handful and one after another shouted 'AVALON' and vanished in a swirl of green flames. Next went Loki, Castor and Tom and after a small disagreement Reagan went next. James grabbed her handful of floo powder and place the jar on the fireplace mantle, she took a look around the library with a sad frown, one day she would return the cottage to its former glory. James stepped into the large fireplace dropped her powder and with a shout of 'AVALON' she too vanished in a swirl of green flames.
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The Deception
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