As I join my soulmate in the doorway, I resist the urge to scream. "Why the hell would they give us a nursery right away?" "They're cruel..." I walk to the final door and open it, what I'm greeted with is the chicest black and white bedroom ever. "One bed? The Ministry has definitely lost it." Draco seethes. From downstairs there was a scream. I automatically draw my wand and ran out onto the landing. "There is a talking cat! In the fireplace!" Pansy panics. "SHH!" Luna silences Pansy, "Listen..." "Your time is short daughter of Beck. Heed my words," the cat dissipates. "Iz..." Ronan watched me from below, "don't shut us out..." I sprint down the stairs, Draco follows right behind. "Cats." I think out loud. "Cats, why are cats-" "Bast. Egypt. Messenger." Draco recalls. "Beck. Tribe of Beck." "Fighters of Apophis." "Who Bast also fights." We think silently for a second, during which Ron murmurs "Bloody hell. Had these two worked together during the war, the war would never have happened..." "But his cage was sealed away deep in the Duat. Right?" Draco paces. "Centuries ago, yes," I clench my jaw, "but magic doesn't last forever..." "Shit." "What does that mean? In English, preferably." Ronan sinks lower into the couch. "Chaos. It means chaos."
Bedroom
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