* . ∙ •✧ * JACKSON MITCHELL —
▵ — Suffice it to say that, for the first time, Adalind had no idea what she was in for. She hadn’t even had to insist on coming for this call - Rage had actually been the one to inform her about it in the first place. Of course, he had no reason to suspect that the poor no-majs who’d gotten caught up in the mess would be her childhood friends. Why would he? But the minute Ada heard about the story, she knew. Not just because of the general description - but who on Earth else would it have been? What other no-majs would get themselves into a situation like that?
She had considered not telling Rage at all, but both she and he knew that she was incapable of playing stupid. Fortunately, that only made his resolve into going ahead with her stronger.
Which boiled it down to a matter of what to say and how to say it. When Jack and Tommy first left, they’d asked her to come - and Adalind had seriously considered it. It didn’t sound so bad, leaving America and MACUSA and everything else behind, starting a new life with new people in a new place where everything could be forgotten. But there was no such thing as outrunning the past - that, Ada was sure of.
She was also sure that there would be a fair amount of “are you serious?” and “why didn’t you tell me?” and “hang on, what?” that came with the big reveal: “I’m a witch, like the girl you housed in your apartment and the girl that Tommy went on what sounds like a very dangerous adventure with”. Adalind didn’t bother rehearsing what she would really say, figuring it was better to let it come in the moment. Rehearsals were for her days at the Academy.
Ada approached the flat and didn’t allow herself to hesitate before she knocked. It hadn’t been that long since they’d left - Jack and Tommy would look just the same, she was sure of it - but she couldn’t help but wonder what would be different when they opened the door. It took her a moment to decipher why and then she remembered - things would be different because they’re one step closer to finding out about Katya Antipova.
Ada cleared her throat adopted a very false posh accent, a coy smile playing at her lips. “ I have a delivery for a Mr. Mitchell and Mr. Barnes? Do hurry, because it’s terribly heavy, if you don’t mind! ”
