This was going to be a Vacation

Daniel continued eating the fruit, then he spoke.

"Hey, Godric, have you any plans of getting rid of the Demon Veela? That...Laeretes fellow? You said that when you do it, I could watch. I would love to watch. But, if you insist I stay here, then that would be fine too", Daniel said. He'd been wondering about that at the back of his mind for a while.

Suddenly, the effect came back, but clearer. He could hear Chryses clear as a bell now. He'd been warning him about the orange on the tray.

"Godric, I think there's something wrong with that orange on the tray", Daniel said softly after coming out of trance.

Hmm.

Godric cast a spell for poison detection. Nothing came up but Godric was worried about the orange any way. If there was one thing you learned in his line of work, nothing was above suspicion. Taking the orange, Godric tossed it up in the air, and in one fluid motion pulled a dagger from his boot and flicked his wrist. the orange fell to the ground and split in half.

It's pulp was a tangled mat of decay. It had rotted from the inside somehow.

KREATON! Godric bellowed, his voice reverberating through the room.

The small house elf appered at once and bowed slightly to Godric.

Yes Master Godric, how may Kreaton serve you?

Godric pointed to the decayed orange and Kreaton's look of surprise was instant.

I assure you Master, Kreaton had nothing to do with that. I found the oranges in you're personal study below in the cellar.

Then Godric remembered. He had planted ceartan objects down there to see if any one had gone through his belongings the last time he was home.

What ever you do, don't eat the oranges. There cursed. He was laughing at this now. He had almost forgotten about that.

How did you know that they were tampered with any way?

"Chryses told me" Daniel said. He had a sudden flash, and the apprehension was gone. The uneasiness had faded, and he laughed. He chuckled out loud.

"Why'd you do that, anyway? Poor Kreaton, he's probably scared out of his wits because you yelled at him", Daniel sounded a bit concerned. Softly, he sighed. He tossed the apple core from the eaten apple into a wastebasket near by. He had a good arm, but it wasn't as good right now.

"I'm okay now. I promise", he didn't know how his ancestors would know all this stuff, but he was grateful that they did.

Sorry Kreaton. Godric said with an actual apologetic look. You're dismissed. Kreaton bowed and shakily took all the oranges back down to Godric's study.

Ummm, who? And how? There are charms and spells all over this room that don't let magical messeges in, or out. It's kinda like my own fortress of solitude.

Godric smiled a bit. His smile impish. You never know who's going to go through you're stuff. And there are certin things down there I don't want any one to get there hands on. He was talking about his tome that he had found years ago. The one that had the potion for flight, and the potion for his Serpent's Eye.

"Chryses. He was the man from my past life. He was my past self in Ancient Greece. He told me not to eat the oranges on the platter, as they were rotten inside. Like his heart, he said. Chryses is like me, I guess, not very much self esteem. Like Brienne, too. Brienne has problems with hers, too", Daniel said, "That's what makes it so hard for me to want to kick her out. I just gotta kick her out, but there's so much she relies on me for". He sighed, "If she doesn't prove herself worthy to live with me, I'm gonna kick her out. She's gotta do something big, to prove her worthiness". He sounded more concerned then authoritative.

"Do you know what it means when I can hear my ancestors? It means that I'm just like Desmond from Assassin's Creed!"

Godric smiled slightly. Almost, but you aren't an assassin. Godric pointed out with a wicked gleam in his eye.

At least you don't move or act like an assassin. Godric was almost on the floor with inner mirth. Not outward of course. Outwardly you couldn't tell that he was even thinking.

He walked over to the door and opened it. Looking down the hall, he saw no one was about.

[color=lightblue]What do you say we blow this place?[color] He asked with an impish looked to his eyes. There vibrant blue almost florescent.

"Why don't we?" Daniel said, smiling wickedly. He got out of bed in one swift movement. He seemed to glide out of the doorway. He was moving this way to try to impress Godric. He couldn't do this all the time, but he'd damn well try. He grinned, "Wanna bet I don't?" He had a mischievous look in his eyes, he didn't quite have an opportunity to show how proficient with ragged terrain he was right now, but he probably would sooner or later.

"What are we gonna do once we're outside?"

Hopefully avoid a social disaster. He said smiling. The boy could move silently enough, but it was strained. Godric's expertise in this area was vast in it's expanse. He pointed to Daniel's cloths on his floor. A good assassin knows how to blend in. He said with a wink.

[color=lightblue]As for where we'll go? I don't know. I was thinking not so much outside, as into Christy's room to meet up with you're brother? He made it a question on the brother part, hoping to the Goddess he wasn't more then that. Christy said Emil was her boyfriend, but that didn't stop some guys. But wasn't even sure Emil had any brothers or not. They had known each other and were friends, but not inseparable during school.

Daniel blushed and went back for his clothes. He quickly got dressed, his haste ruffling his clothes every which way. They, in turn, ruffled his hair. He looked like a total and utter mess in those clothes and that hair.

"There, that's better".

He stalked around a little, his stealthy movements suiting his lithe body. "Oh. Emil's not my brother, by the way. He's more or less an acquaintance. We're no more than acquaintances. Christy and I met him around the same time, at a meteor shower. He had a telescope, and he looked quite odd sitting there alone, so we invited him over. He and Christy hit it off".

Good. Godric said referring to Emil. I was afraid you were going to say that you and he were... an item. Godric's voice was full of teasing mirth now.

So, you want to learn to move like an assassin? Then follow me. As he said this he moved lightly over the floor, his foot falls barely stirring the air around him. He was no more loud then the whispers of the stars. He knew this house, this floor, like a mother knew her child's name. Intimate, lovingly.

He came to a set of paintings, one of himself with Gift wrapped around him, and stopped. Reaching out and lightly touching the head of the snake, the wall behind the painting swung open, as silent as Godric had been.

With out a word, he motioned Daniel to follow him.

The room before Godric was his cousins closet. It was the size of two master bedrooms in most houses. and was by far way too full. Neat and orginized, but no one should have that much cloths and shoes, and purses and hand bags. And Shineys.