Fred moved closer to Hermione and looked down at the scroll. It was in a demon language that she had never seen before but she knew Wesley was good at languages and probably wouldn't have a problem with translating it. He'd translated a lot harder in the time she had known him.
When Hermione showed them the picture of Illyria, Fred felt herself shiver a little. "It looks like an octopus," she commented as she stared down at the picture. "Illyria - does this mean Shakespeare was a demon since, ya know, one of the characters he wrote was named Illyria?"
Wesley furrowed his brow at her before glancing down at his watch. "It's getting a bit late. We should head back to the hotel, especially if we want to have the scroll translated before sundown," he said, heading toward the entrance of the cave. When he was out of sight, Fred stepped in front of Hermione.
"You're amazing," she whispered as she placed her hands on the other woman's hips. She leaned forward and softly kissed Hermione, allowing her tongue to nudge the other woman's mouth open. As their tongues slipped over each other, Fred could feel herself becoming aroused. She wanted to touch Hermione all over, and probably would've if Wesley hadn't stepped back in and cleared his throat.
Breaking the kiss, Fred panted and looked over her shoulder at him. "Sorry. We're coming," she said before looking at Hermione and taking her hand. "We can finish this later."
Hermione looked over at Fred, a smile playing on her face when she made the joke about Shakespeare. "Actually, he was a wizard. How do you think he managed to write all those plays?"
Wesley didn't appear to be amused, and she didn't really blame him, considering how much rested on them being able to translate this scroll in order to get Connor back. Plus, she could see that he had noticed the closeness between Fred and herself - she didn't imagine that was easy to see, especially with Rupert so far away.
Rolling up the scroll, she looked at Fred as she stepped in front of her after Wesley headed out of the caveroom they were in. When she leaned forward and kissed her, Hermione closed her eyes and opened her mouth to allow the kiss to deepen. A shudder of pleasure rushed down her spine - Fred was causing her to feel things that she had never experienced before, and she wanted to do so much more, even though now was not the time.
When Wesley returned, they broke the kiss, and Hermione nodded at Fred's remark about finishing what they had started. "Most definitely," she breathed, trying to push away the throbbing feeling deep down inside her as they hurried out of the caves together, hand in hand, following Wesley to his car.
Once they were in, Wesley immediately headed back to the hotel, and Hermione unrolled the scroll again. In the daylight, she was able to read it better, and as her eyes scanned the text, her eyes opened.
"Fred, what was the word you said you remembered from the spell? Lekko?" She pointed to what looked to be the word in the scroll. She didn't dare read any of the other words around it out loud, though, since they didn't know what might happen. "I think that's it. I'd say we definitely found the right scroll. Once we translate this, we should know for sure."
She glanced over at the scroll and nodded her head. "Yes, Lekko was the first word he said," Fred told Hermione. She looked over the rest of the scroll, still not knowing what any of the other words meant. Fred was glad they had Wesley there to translate it because she knew she couldn't do it.
Fred leaned back in the seat and watched as the city passed by. When they got back to the hotel, all of them went inside and to Wesley's office. "I'll put on some tea," Fred said, knowing Wesley worked best with a cup of tea nearby. She squeezed Hermione's shoulder before leaving the office.
She went down to the basement and brew a pot of tea, just like Wesley had taught her, before bringing it back upstairs. Fred sat it on the small desk to the side and sat down beside Hermione. "Do you two need anything else?" Fred was fairly new to translating and didn't know if Wesley wanted help or if he wanted to do it on his own.
"No, not right now," Wesley said as he looked over the scroll. "I think I'm seeing some sort of pattern. Do you two see it too?" He pushed the scroll forward so Fred and Hermione could look at it.
Hermione smiled at Fred as she sat down after returning with the pot of tea. Wesley had spent the entire time she was gone, talking a bit to himself as he checked some of the words he was translating against another book and jotted phrases down. It reminded her a bit of the way some of her professors would work when she saw them in the library - except Snape. Snape had always worked in stony silence, no matter what he had been doing.
When Wesley pushed the scroll toward them, asking if they saw the pattern, Hermione sat forward and pulled it closer, reading over the part of it he was pointing to. It was the words following the one she had found earlier were repeated - in reverse order. Lekko najine forkahdio. Forkahdio najine lekko. She stared at that for a moment.
"Fred said she remembered Sahjhan saying 'Lekko' when he opened the portal. So obviously, that's part of the spell, but the six words together...that's too many for a spell." She looked at Wesley and Fred. "In magic - real magic - it's best to keep a spell as short as possible as it allows the caster to remember it better and lessens the chance of the spell being cast incorrectly. A spell, therefore is usually one word, with three words being the absolute maximum. So...do you think the first three words could be the spell to open the portal, and the reverse of the words, the spell to close it?"
Wesley nodded, taking the scroll back. "We didn't hear Sahjahn very well save for what Fred heard, but I'd say that seems to be exactly right."
Hermione nodded, reaching over and taking Fred's hand, suddenly feeling very nervous. "So we have the spell - is there anything else we need for me to able to cast it? Any specific potion brewed beforehand or anything of that sort?"
When Hermione showed them the picture of Illyria, Fred felt herself shiver a little. "It looks like an octopus," she commented as she stared down at the picture. "Illyria - does this mean Shakespeare was a demon since, ya know, one of the characters he wrote was named Illyria?"
Wesley furrowed his brow at her before glancing down at his watch. "It's getting a bit late. We should head back to the hotel, especially if we want to have the scroll translated before sundown," he said, heading toward the entrance of the cave. When he was out of sight, Fred stepped in front of Hermione.
"You're amazing," she whispered as she placed her hands on the other woman's hips. She leaned forward and softly kissed Hermione, allowing her tongue to nudge the other woman's mouth open. As their tongues slipped over each other, Fred could feel herself becoming aroused. She wanted to touch Hermione all over, and probably would've if Wesley hadn't stepped back in and cleared his throat.
Breaking the kiss, Fred panted and looked over her shoulder at him. "Sorry. We're coming," she said before looking at Hermione and taking her hand. "We can finish this later."
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Wesley didn't appear to be amused, and she didn't really blame him, considering how much rested on them being able to translate this scroll in order to get Connor back. Plus, she could see that he had noticed the closeness between Fred and herself - she didn't imagine that was easy to see, especially with Rupert so far away.
Rolling up the scroll, she looked at Fred as she stepped in front of her after Wesley headed out of the caveroom they were in. When she leaned forward and kissed her, Hermione closed her eyes and opened her mouth to allow the kiss to deepen. A shudder of pleasure rushed down her spine - Fred was causing her to feel things that she had never experienced before, and she wanted to do so much more, even though now was not the time.
When Wesley returned, they broke the kiss, and Hermione nodded at Fred's remark about finishing what they had started. "Most definitely," she breathed, trying to push away the throbbing feeling deep down inside her as they hurried out of the caves together, hand in hand, following Wesley to his car.
Once they were in, Wesley immediately headed back to the hotel, and Hermione unrolled the scroll again. In the daylight, she was able to read it better, and as her eyes scanned the text, her eyes opened.
"Fred, what was the word you said you remembered from the spell? Lekko?" She pointed to what looked to be the word in the scroll. She didn't dare read any of the other words around it out loud, though, since they didn't know what might happen. "I think that's it. I'd say we definitely found the right scroll. Once we translate this, we should know for sure."
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Fred leaned back in the seat and watched as the city passed by. When they got back to the hotel, all of them went inside and to Wesley's office. "I'll put on some tea," Fred said, knowing Wesley worked best with a cup of tea nearby. She squeezed Hermione's shoulder before leaving the office.
She went down to the basement and brew a pot of tea, just like Wesley had taught her, before bringing it back upstairs. Fred sat it on the small desk to the side and sat down beside Hermione. "Do you two need anything else?" Fred was fairly new to translating and didn't know if Wesley wanted help or if he wanted to do it on his own.
"No, not right now," Wesley said as he looked over the scroll. "I think I'm seeing some sort of pattern. Do you two see it too?" He pushed the scroll forward so Fred and Hermione could look at it.
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When Wesley pushed the scroll toward them, asking if they saw the pattern, Hermione sat forward and pulled it closer, reading over the part of it he was pointing to. It was the words following the one she had found earlier were repeated - in reverse order. Lekko najine forkahdio. Forkahdio najine lekko. She stared at that for a moment.
"Fred said she remembered Sahjhan saying 'Lekko' when he opened the portal. So obviously, that's part of the spell, but the six words together...that's too many for a spell." She looked at Wesley and Fred. "In magic - real magic - it's best to keep a spell as short as possible as it allows the caster to remember it better and lessens the chance of the spell being cast incorrectly. A spell, therefore is usually one word, with three words being the absolute maximum. So...do you think the first three words could be the spell to open the portal, and the reverse of the words, the spell to close it?"
Wesley nodded, taking the scroll back. "We didn't hear Sahjahn very well save for what Fred heard, but I'd say that seems to be exactly right."
Hermione nodded, reaching over and taking Fred's hand, suddenly feeling very nervous. "So we have the spell - is there anything else we need for me to able to cast it? Any specific potion brewed beforehand or anything of that sort?"
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