It's been a couple week since Ciri had started to Train Nerissa, both showed drastic increases in skill during this period, Reima could help but attribute this to Ciri expanding her knowledge enough to be able to teach it and Nerissa either being exceptionally talented or hard working... Or perhaps Vampires are intrinsically built for physical combat? Reima shakes his head, regardless Ciri was shaping up quickly, being capable of everything is expected of her. After their break at the beach she seed to increase the intensity of everything she did, training, reading, magic practise, everything. This did occasionally result in injury but a quick trip down to Diagon Alley to purchase so healing potions did the trick admirably. He guessed it was a result of her Elder Blood but she healed faster than he would have thought, perhaps her highly magical body increased the effectiveness of this worlds potions?
Nerissa was standing opposite Ciri with a steel sword in hand, she'd progressed enough that Reima was sure she wouldn't heavily injure herself accidentally and was given a sword by him. It was about half as long as Reima's long swords but it matched her height perfectly, any longer and she'd be having trouble doing most of the techniques Ciri was showing her.
Ciri even had Reima transfigure part of the room into one of the obstacle courses they'd had a Kaer Morhen to help assist in both her and Nerissa's training. Needless to say, Reima's skill in Transfiguration had been tested and increased during this period of ti. Nothing like getting practical practise in to solidify a new skill.
Talicia was a bit wary of the duo training her daughter at first, but when she ca down to watch for herself she'd rapidly co to terms with it. It wasn't as if they were living a comfortable life with no threats, indeed it was the complete opposite, Talicia ntally scolded herself for no taking the initiative to train herself to prepare for a crises. As such, Reima would occasionally find Talicia using various techniques with her own blood, utilising that strange crystallisation technique to perform deadly looking manoeuvres. He'd actually sparred with her a couple tis and found her to be more skilful than the other vampires he'd fought when defending the Manor. Unfortunately she wouldn't answer any questions about her unique ability and Ambrose almost miraculous use of it.
It was around two weeks before the Quidditch world cup when Reima starts to plan for his next move, he wanted to stop innocents dying in the attack of the world cup, he didn't rember if anyone actually died but any reason to slaughter so douche bags was good enough for Reima... The only problem was having a valid reason of being there just in-case he was questioned by the Auror's in the inevitable slaughter that'd happen... Of course he could just go as "Ornstein" again, but maybe using that identity too much would eventually result in getting discovered, he wasn't extrely versed in this worlds magic and wasn't sure if there was a way to detect him based on his magical signature... Another reason why his breathing technique was problematic.
Suddenly Ciri walks in with a letter in-hand, she looks at him questioningly as she continues reading through it. Reima eyes her suspiciously as there obviously isn't anyone that'd write to Ciri, if you exclude the couple of "fanmail" she'd received.
Ciri "Err, I just got a letter from the Minister. It's an invitation to a "Quidditch" world cup? Any idea on what this is?" she asks Reima, unsure of what to do.
Reima "Let take a look at it, I think I know what this is about." he says as she hands it off to him.
Taking the letter he skims through it, summing it up briefly it's essentially an invitation to the VIP seating, surprisingly close to Fudge himself. Reima can't really think of a reason for this and ponders why the Minister would bring her instead of his normal guest : Lucius Malfoy. Another thing that bothered Reima was that Harry Potter and the Weasleys would definitely be there as well... With Ciri butchering his God Father Reima didn't really want to be there when the teen explodes. But here's the problem, this is likely the only way he'd acquire a ticket to the event without stealing from so unfortunate sod, the places selling seats had sold out a month or two ago when Reima was still orienting himself. Other than that, Ciri can't very well refuse the Ministers invitation and still stay on good terms. Considering the man chose her instead of so other high society family, it'd be indirectly offending everyone else who wasn't invited...
He rubs his forehead, "You should go..." he says
Ciri "Are you sure? I've had to deal with politics all my early life but this world is new to , maybe this is a plot against us?"
Reima reads the bottom of the letter and see's his na written as well... "It says here that I'm also invited as long as it's with you..." he grins, "Just think of it as a date."
She blushes slightly and looks away, "That's not my only issue with this, look at the requirents." she says pointing to a part of the parchnt.
Reima reads it and has to double check it to make sure what he's seeing is real. "They're requesting that you bring your sword? Is that even legal?" he asks confused.
She crosses her arms, "I'm not sure but it seems to like I'll be paraded around like so sort of trophy." she almost growls out.
Reima shrugs, "You're a hero, of course they'd want you there... Though, I'm still unsure about bringing a weapon." he says as he suddenly recalls that there'll be an attack later on, maybe they can take advantage of this and increase Ciri's popularity further by eliminating a public threat? He nods, "Don't mind it, I think everything will play out nicely." he says as he hands back the letter.
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