HP: Spirit Talker

— Here, this is for you.

The girl curiously accepted the small cardboard box with gift wrapping. I didn't have time for expensive gift wrapping, so I had to make do with this. Under the interested gaze of Madame Maxime, Fleur and a few others present, Gabrielle opened the present and reached for the dragon 'figurine'.

— Uh... — the girl looked up at me with an incomprehensible expression.

— It's a hair clip. — I couldn't hold back a satisfied smile. — This is my thanks to you for the you-know-what clue.

— It's a hair clip? — the girl looked at the contents of the box with renewed interest. — Is it magic? — A quick glance at me.

— Of course it is! — I feigned extreme indignation and even pouted, deliberately exaggerating, which caused a smile.

— And how to use it? — The girl's eyes were already burning with familiar interest.

— First, let her bite your finger to bind, and then you just need to order. The full instructions are inside, you'll have to read them later.

— Uh-huh. — I don't think they're listening to me anymore.

Actually, in the magical world, you do not throw blood around, especially not to give to questionable artifacts. But by letting the dragon bite her finger under the tense and angry gaze of most of those present, Gabrielle showed a level of trust I hadn't expected. Some aristocrats are so suspicious of their spouses even after marriage, and here — this!

You could say that the girl had just made a serious request that I simply could not ignore — it would be spit in the face. Although a complication, but certainly not a problem, especially something like this I expected. Well, the Delacour family are reasonable people, you can talk to them.

Meanwhile, the dragon, having licked a tiny drop of blood, spread its wings, stretched, growled "menacingly," which caused another smile, and let out a sheaf of blue sparks from its mouth. Then it turned its snout to Gabby's face, turned its head in amusement, flew up, and hooked its paws gently into the blond ponytail thrown over its chest. Judging by the girl's expression, she liked the gift.

While the younger sister looked at the frozen artifact, I turned to the older one and handed her the same box. Fleur looked into my eyes with a long, unreadable stare and accepted the gift, unwrapping it immediately. Another strange look, and in general an incomprehensible tangle of emotions, and under numerous stares the girl silently and without doubt gives a drop of blood to the artifact.

Under my astonished gaze, the dragon emitted scarlet sparks, and the sapphires in the artifact's eyes turned the same scarlet color. What the hell is this? It shouldn't be like that, but otherwise the artifact is bound as intended, and the weaves are all fine. Strange.

The girls expressed their gratitude with two kisses on the cheek. Everything seemed to be clean and tidy, but even this close gave me goosebumps. Gabby's effect was barely perceptible, but Fleur's was so strong that I really wanted to hug and kiss her.

No, it wasn't a mental blow, but rather passion, for even the people around her got a blush on their cheeks, and some of them even turned away to hide their faces. Fleur herself blushed, even her ears reddened, but she did not avert her glittering eyes, which scrutinized her as if searching for something, but with fear. I know what you're afraid of and what you're looking for. Here is my answer.

For a few seconds, the girl's gaze remained tense, moving from one eye to the other, and then a hesitant smile appeared on her face. But she quickly suppressed it, hiding behind her usual mask of arrogant bitch.

Out of the corner of my eye, I saw Gabrielle's satisfied face, keeping her eyes on her older sister and smiling slyly, even a little predatory. What a growing plague! I'm sure when the moment comes, the poor shy girl will have steam coming out of her ears....and hopefully Gabby will share her memories. I'd love to see that!

Without another word, Gabrielle and a few other guards grabbed a piece of steel chain, and the next moment they were gone. With an elbow to Fleur, we made our way to the castle — dinner would be served soon. The girl's thin but very strong fingers trembled slightly, and the girl's magic repeatedly struck the shield given by the Great Spirit, unable to pierce it.