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When she finally gets home, Sylvia drops her bag on the coffee table and drops into the couch, taking a second to breathe. They'll be in any minute, having heard the door and the movement. "Don't shoot, I've been running for my life enough as it is."

Melinda, who'd been coming out of her room with her pen already shifted, looks in shock to Sam, her eyes lighting up at the voice downstairs.

Sam looked up from his desk, where he'd been cleaning his pistol, wand in hand, freezing at the voice.

Sylvia?!

He held up a hand to Melinda, poking his head out the door, pausing for a moment. He knew their home was warded beyond reason, but still, one couldn't be too careful. "Prove it."

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"i’ll make us a midnight snack." -Sylvia to Sam!

Sam grumbled from his comfy spot halfway underneath the bed. "You're just trying to distract me." He rubbed his eyes. Nova still wasn't there. He felt like he might actually die if he had to be away from her any longer. Not to mention that his brother was planning to pay a visit because he was worried about Sam.

"... but can it be those frozen mozzarella sticks?"

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"Hey, Sam?" Nova knocks on the door. "Hey, everything all right?"

Sam barely lifted his head, buried underneath the blankets in a pile on his bed. Nova? He closed his eyes, mumbling a little to himself. He didn't want to hurt her. He didn't want to hurt her.

But... he really wanted to just be with her for a while.

So he didn't answer the question, simply grabbing his wand from the jacket hanging on his bed and waving it at the door wordlessly. The door swung open, and Sam slowly put his wand away, reaching out to her with his other hand.

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