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"How are you feeling?" asked Alan.
Quinn looked over the late evening New York skyline, glowing up with lights on the buildings that rose up like peeks, and the roads flowed with cars, their headlights making them look like flowing rivers.
"Not at a level I would like— but comfortable enough, I guess," said Quinn.
It was Quinn's last day in Arica and thus also his last day with Alan. It had been just over ten days with Alan, and every day, they would sit together and, under Alan's guidance, work on the sensitivity activity to help Quinn's soulsense. In the ten days, Quinn hadn't made the sa amount of progress he had done in mind magic all those years ago— but that was expected by both because of the nature of soul magic— he had improved, able to clear so of Alan's shroud on his soul, but not to the level where he would be able to see Alan's soul as clear as any other.
"Any idea when you're going to drop your shield?" asked Quinn.
"Soon, I'm going to do it soon," said Quinn. "Early July, after I graduate, that's when I will deal with this."
"That's . . . a couple months from now. Are you sure you don't want to do it earlier? I'm not sure if you'd be able to hold on that long."
"Holding on till July won't be a problem. I can judge the progression and my own control over the curse. I just don't want to do it while I'm in Hogwarts— it would create massive difficulties if I lose control there."
"And it would be different when you're outside? Won't that be a much wider environnt than Hogwarts?"
" staying on Hogwarts doesn't restrict ," said Quinn with a sigh. "I can leave the castle any ti of any day without anyone knowing about it— but I'm not sure the 'other' would want to leave Hogwarts while I'm there.
I'll make arrangents for when I'm graduated to limit possible damages— not that there are going to be any, I'm going to beat it squarely into the dirt."
"I know you said that it would take you around a year after graduation to start the apprenticeship, but if you want, you can co in July, and I can overlook you while you go crazy," offered Alan.
Quinn smirked, "Are you sure? I am pretty strong. You might not be able to handle — your old bones might not be up to it."
Alan laughed as if he had heard a hilarious joke. "While I might not be much of combatant, Quinn— I'm a very dangerous individual if left alone in a room with, which is why there are a lot of people, including your grandfather, who doesn't prefer to be in the sa room with alone if it is possible."
If Quinn and Alan had just t and didn't have a history together, Quinn would've felt a cold shiver go down his spine, but with their relationship, he knew that Alan wasn't going to do anything particularly unsavory to him.
"By the end of my school year, if I feel that I'm not able to handle it alone and need a level of assistance that only soone of your level can provide, I'd take a Portkey, and you'll have a troubleso guest for an unforeseeable future."
"Troubleso guests are my favorite kind," Alan grinned. "In fact, if it does happen, I'm looking forward to spending so quality with 'other' you because from the mories I have seen, it would be fascinating and fun to rile you up to fan your wrath and challenge your pride every hour of the day, and then see you grit your teeth in frustration because of utter helplessness."
"Even if it is the 'other' , I pity him."
"On a serious note, Quinn . . . you can co to anyti without hesitation. It would be better for you and those around you to not let the cursed version of you see the light. Especially since you are much stronger than you were before, and it doesn't look like the unbridled would be touchy with magic."
"You make it sound like I'm the worst without my morals . . . but yes, I will co running to you if needed."
Quinn took out two tallic cards from his jacket pocket and handed them with the golden-yellow gleam to Alan, keeping the card with the blue-gleam with himself.
"You ordered a Portkey?" asked Alan, taking the standard object used by the Arican authorities for enchanting Portkeys.
"I delayed your travel back ho by so much ti, and you helped so much, it seed the least I could do," said Quinn. "I'll also be leaving today. I have gotten multiple letters from ho, especially from my sister asking why I dropped in at her boyfriend's workplace without warning— to be clear, I'm the owner of the place."
He had been lucky that it was Abraham's chance to go to Lia instead of her coming to Arica that he had avoided eting her.
"Write to regarding your progress; I shall do my best to use that MagiFax thingy of yours to keep in touch."
"Be careful; you're turning old talking like that."
"Child, you don't know how bright the youthful flas of vigor burn inside . Even at this age, I can run circles around you."
"Make up your mind if you have old bones or youth flas of vigor."
Quinn's ti in Arica had co to an end.
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"You extended your stay," said George, flipping through so docunts with Quinn sitting in front of him. "And you had Alan D. Baddeley stay with you for the ti you were there."
"That is correct," said Quinn, looking around George's ho office.
"Am I to believe that you just happened to et him in Manhattan while you were visiting, or was he aware that you'd be visiting?" asked George, and Quinn could feel his silent stare.
"He knew I was in the area," said Quinn; there was no need to hide things . . . at least to a certain limit. "I told him that I'd be joining him after Hogwarts, and well, we ended up talking, and I got interested in a few things which led to us spending ti discussing magic at length."
"You told him that you'd be accepting the apprenticeship? So you have made your mind."
"Yes, mind magic would be beneficial to my future magical endeavors, so it is good if I increase my proficiency in it before I take on my other interests."
"What else did you end up doing in Arica," asked George.
"Hmm? Nothing much, I went around sight-seeing, definitely did sothing that would've gotten in trouble with the Arican ministry," said Quinn, grinning. "Even had so maintenance done on my trusty briefcase from the original store— saw so very fascinating spatial magic, which led to buy a shelve-tons of books on the subject."
George laughed, "That does sound like you."
"I even t the Broker for a little while," said Quinn. The Broker was Arican, and because of the nature of his job, he resided in New York when he wasn't traveling. "He's resourceful, to say the least— he has ties with a financial firm owned by a group of squibs, who are managing my investnts."
Unlike Quinn's non-magical investnts, which Quinn had decided to use the leave to the Broker to handle, George had decided to use the chance to use his investnts (that be bought alongside Quinn) to open up a West-owned non-magical focused financial branch to increase their reach in the non-magical world.
"Did you have him buy sothing else?" asked George
"I had him show a couple of properties around New York, mostly near the suburbs."
"And, did you buy any?" asked George.
"I did," said Quinn. "I ended up buying a big warehouse with a wide basent."
"A warehouse? Any particular reason for that?"
"Let's just say that I got inspired by soone else who had an exciting warehouse."
There was a knock on the door before Elliot inside. He smiled at Quinn and greeted him before turning to George.
"It's ti for us to leave," said Elliot.
George closed the docunts and put them into his own briefcase before standing up.
"I'll catch up with you later, Quinn," said George. "How about tomorrow at dinner?"
"I will keep my schedule open," said Quinn with a smile as he waved them goodbye.
Quinn sighed after George and Elliot left. He had failed to inform them about his condition.
'Grandfather seed to be suspicious about my eting with Mr. Alan.'
The last ti he t with Alan was because of a huge problem. So Quinn didn't bla George for going in that direction. 'Luckily, I can use my magic and walk around without forcing myself to keep a straight face.'
While in his ti in Arica, Alan had stressed the point of getting help — he had sneaked in the topic so many tis, and Quinn knew Alan was 'telling' him to share his condition with his family.
'If I tell them now, grandfather will definitely try to pull out,' he thought. And right now wasn't the ti he could risk that. 'I'll tell them after Graduation.'
"Why's everyone at Hogwarts," sighed Quinn as he entered his room after wandering around the manor, not knowing what to do. It seems he was the only one in his friend circle who had co ho during Easter.
He waved his hand, and after a few seconds, a book ca zooming out, landing in Quinn's hand with a smack. He folded his legs while standing in the middle of the room and sat in the air while reading a newly acquired book on spatial magic.
After reading a while, he spread his palm open and focused his magic. The space above his hand flickered, and faint static sounds sounded as distortions beca prominent. Quinn furrowed his brows, and his magic reacted to his commands, and after a long while, the space beca stable with a slight coloration— as if the light was being refracted.
Quinn raised his other hand, and a small marble conjured between his fingers. He dropped the deep red marble on his palm, and his twinkled when it didn't hit his palm and seed to just float above it— on the discolored solidified spatial plane that he had built.
But then the plane vanished like it was never there, and the marble fell into the palm.
Quinn sighed, "This is nowhere the level of the Lado . . . yet."
Having a look inside Lado's workshop had opened his mind to spatial magic. Before, he had only thought of it in travel applications— Apparition, Portkeys, and Doorways, and storage in terms of expanding rooms and other storage options.
But after the warehouse, his horizon had been broadened.
Spatial magic was much more than transportation and storage.
'If I put in so ti, I can create and elevate wards and spells,' his mind started going through as he started tapping his fingers on his thigh.
'Speaking of spatial magic . . . I wonder how Malfoy's doing?' Quinn looked at the sky through the window and muttered to himself, "I hope he's doing his job properly."
After all, without Draco Malfoy, an important opportunity would not be possible.
"I wonder how they would feel when they co into Hogwarts . . . ."
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Alan D. Baddeley - Master - Little ones, I shall see you later. Until then, keep your minds safe.
Quinn West - MC - ". . . Just bear it once more; things would return to the norm from now on."
FictionOnlyReader - Author - NOW, the next mini-arc, is going to be the MAIN HIGHLIGHT of this year— it's going to start on 305 after a transition. So stay tuned because it is not part of canon, and it's my original creation (though it is inspired, or should I say, my take on it.) It got positive(I think) response from the first readers.
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