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http://www.fanfiction.net/s/6359442/23/He wondered for just a moment, which for a mortal would have been the blinking of an eye but to him as long as day's night, whether there was something to be considered with coincidence and whether such a thing existed at all. There was no other explanation for the sense of déjà vu he felt on seeing his mistress' interactions with her eldest sister, an interaction that brought both fond memories and a strange homicidal urge to the fore of his mind with the later growing more dominant with every word shrieking forth from the spectacled girl's shrill mouth.
When the physical torment had started upon his mistress, he had let it slide as a means for Louise to exercise her evasion and defense, both of which seemed to have completely disappeared alongside her pride and confidence. This was not the student he had trained in the arts of magic or the mistress he'd follow to the depths of Hell; this was a disgusting mockery and one he would endure no longer.
"Little One, if you do not something about that child I will see to it myself." He warned Louise whom responded back with an open mouthed gape made wider by her sister pulling on her cheeks. Elèonore glared down upon the familiar of her sister with a visible sneer and spoke with a voice heavy with derision.
"As if a mere boy can do—"
"Cemahla." Elèonore continued to speak and found herself with no voice. She gaped, her mouth moving like a puppet's own for a moment before her eyes fell once more to the boy and, rage burning like fire behind her glasses, moved a hand to her wand even as Louise escaped from striking range while her familiar smiled, satisfied with the silence. He watched as Elèonore waved her wand at him with mounting futility that grew into desperation as her academic mind began to process what he had done.
"You can't cast magic sister," explained Louise, sounding repentant but not looking it at all with the wide, vicious smile on her face. "The spell my familiar has cast keeps both your voice and magic locked away."
The familiar in question turned his head back towards the nearby town that was within riding distance of the Vallière estates and wondered whether it was because of his imagination that he heard the sounds of celebration both there and in the nearby servants' house…
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