Owl to John Winchester

[my_soul_itches]

Dear Mr. Winchester,

Hi! I'm Megan Gwynn. I don't know if you remember me, we met in your Sorting. I'm the one with wings. (And if you met more than one person with wings, I'm the one with pink hair.) I think you must be settled by now, so I was hoping to get some lessons on those Devil Trap things you were talking about for your bribe. I

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[sgt_hunter]

He read over the letter and grinned to himself. It wasn't easy to forget a teenager with pink hair and wings, much less the fact that she all but yelled at him about talking to Sammy. Now that his family and extended family were all back to their normal ages and speaking to each other, he could spare the time. Besides, a deal was a deal.

John collected a few additional supplies before owling her back and heading out.

Meet me in the common room if you're free now. It shouldn't take long. Just bring the chalk, you won't need any equipment.
JW

[my_soul_itches]

Oh good, he must have gotten into Gryffindor after all. Or else he was in some other House and she was going to feel silly waiting in the Gryffindor common room with a bag of chalk. She debated flying versus teleporting: on the one hand, it was a relatively short distance and flying would probably be more polite in terms of giving him time to walk down. And on the other, she was an impatient teenager.

Impatience won out. "Sihal novarum chinoth!" The familiar smokey pinkish aura eveloped Megan and deposited her in the Common room.

[sgt_hunter]

The hunter had been setting out the few supplies he brought with him when he caught the pink flash out of the corner of his eye. He dropped into a half crouch, holding a silver blade in one hand. When he saw who it was, John straightened with an apologetic smile.

"Sorry. Force of habit," he said, slipping the knife back into a hidden sheath on his belt. "Got the chalk?"

[my_soul_itches]

Megan saw the glint of the knife, shrieked, and flew backwards, pink dust puffing out around her instinctively. She dropped the chalk, her hand flying to her chest and pulling out her Souldagger, the light of it pulsing reddish, freezing cold in her hand. She held it defensively in front of her, though her eyes widened when she recognized Sam's dad and with some effort she forced the dagger to vanish back to wherever it went when she didn't call it. "Ohmygod I'm so sorry I thought you were gonna try and kill me and I do this thing where I have dust that makes people see things and usually they don't want to fight anymore but it's been kind of off lately and I really hope you didn't get any of it and I didn't mean it and that knife wasn't really so much a knife and I wasn't trying to kill you or anything and--" She stopped and gasped for air. "Are you okay?"