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[delightfulwickedness]

It had been a long time since Mikah had been in London and a lot of things had changed. Both with London and with Mikah. London wasn’t the same but Diagon Alley was the same from when she was eleven. The witch knew exactly where to find the shop she bought, just before the alley into Knockturn but still on the main strip. Mikah knew she could sell anything but she was still careful about what she sold. The dark magic items would stay in the back, protected with a ward so they couldn’t be summoned nor touched by anyone other than Mikah. 

She knew with a new shop, things would be slow and since she didn’t just have one thing to sell, it would take time. Mikah had her back to the door when the bell above it chimed and Mikah smiled, “Hello, Lucius.” She said softly,  turning around and smiling at the blond. 

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[homicidalanarchy]

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Alastair sighed and crossed his arms as he looked over at the girl. "And what do you expect me to do about it?"

[morrowsword-archive]

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    “Miraak?”

    What an odd name, and an odd question to come from a stranger. Teldryn regarded the Nord woman carefully. She was not one of the Skaal, clearly. She must have hailed from Skyrim. She certainly wasn’t from Raven Rock. He tried the foreign name a few more times under his breath, disliking the feel of it on his tongue. No, he did not know it. But it left a bitter taste in his mouth nonetheless.

    “I’m sorry, I can’t help you there,” he admitted after a moment. “Might I ask why you’re looking for them?”

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Mikah rolled her eyes and went back to her essay. He would be the one sick as a dog tomorrow and you know what, Mikah was going to enjoy dragging his ass to every single class...without a headache potion or a hangover potion. “You are going to be sick and guess what, I will not be giving you anything or taking you to the nurse...or letting you copy my assignments. Besides, where the fuck did you get that? The kitchens don’t have anything like that.” 

Mikah knew what would happen later if Lucius got too drunk. Not that she minded too much but they did have a test tomorrow for Defence. 

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The flu had started ripping through Hogwarts at an alarming rate. It was worse for the Slytherins since they lived right next to the lake so they had moved into the chambers closer to the Hospital Wing. With so many sick students, classes were cancelled and anyone who could help, was helping. Mikah, however, was one of the few stubborn ones that refused help. Her fever was bordering on needing to go to saint mungos and she wasn't eating. The headmaster had decided to send the worse student home, hoping that home care would be better for them.

"Lucius....do we have to go?" Mikah groaned, not wanting to get out of bed.

[thseance]

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Klaus let our a groan and pushed himself away from the other person.. "I'm fine... I didnt need your help."

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"Mum!"

Diana's whine filled the small living room of Mikah's Hogwarts quarters. The Headmaster had asked Mikah to help if things became too much for Madame Pomfrey. However, tonight was the Yule Ball and Mikah was nitpicking over Diana's dress...not that it needed it. Diana's dress was a deep blue with tiny silver and bronze stars all over in glitter. It was beautiful on the girl.

"Mum! The dress is perfect and I'm going to be late!" Diana said, letting her mother fix her hair again. The blonde streaks she got from her father hung in loose curls around her face while the pitch black was pulled up in a bun.

"I know baby." Mikah said, pulling back and looking at her daughter. Mikah was dressed in all black with off the shoulder straps. Silver details covered the bottom of the dress and Diana had done her mother's hair to match hers.

"Then let's go!" The 5th year said before dragging her mother out of the room and down to the great hall. There weren't many parents there as not a lot of kids wanted their parents at a dance. Diana left Mikah to run off with her friends, leaving Mikah to move toward the drink table with a sigh.

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[whimsygardens-archives]

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    “‘Twould not be wise to stand in my way, child,” the Jack warned, though he made no threatening gestures or movements, and his hands remained hanging loosely at his sides. Still, his lithe form, made massive by heavy black armor, cut an impressive and intimidating figure. This was usually enough to deter the weak-willed and craven, but this young woman was clearly neither of those things. Still, he did not wish to resort to violence unless absolutely necessary. Taking everything by force was so tiresome, and it was much easier when words were enough to get him what he wanted. Still, the threat was not an empty one. He would cut her down, should she prove to be more trouble than it was worth.

    “Give me the mace.” He held out a clawed, gauntlet-clad hand. His tone was calm, almost gentle, but it was clear that he wasn’t asking. “‘Twill bring you only sorrow and pain in keeping it. ‘Tis Molag Bal’s way. ‘Tis the way of all Daedra, is it not? I will buy it off of you, if I must. But do not withhold it from me.”