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Trollax sighed and turned away from his myriad of projects to look at the wand again. Nobody had really explained to him wjat was supposed to happen, he'd been only to eager to sign up and forgotten about finding out details. Was he supposed to summon someone or let it happen? did they just appear or did they come into town one day? he sighed and picked up the wand of blackthorn, feeling it's cool wintery bark and in its knobbled, grainy surface. A face, coloured by black wood stared back at him.

He went into the lounge and sat down beside Kira. "hun?" he soighed turning to her. I mean I know I should know..." he sighed. "but can you just go over it with me, where it came from and how it happens and what I'm supposed to do?"

He was kinda worried, They both wanted kids andls (kind of a bad way to look at guardianship really) and he was nervous about what it was going to entail... he was kind of seeing this as a test of his parenting skil

He held her close and cuddled her. Still confused, a little less anxious, but it was still odd. "So they just leave their old life and just dieappear? or they materialise here from womewhere else?"

Trollax nodded slowly and sighed. OK that was a little cleared up, and he knew a thing or two about magic, although nothing near as much as any of the kids.

"what do you thunk they'll be like?" he wandered out 'loud. "Will they come from far away you think?"

Trollax smiled and kissed her cheek. "I can wait hun. I'm just full of questions." But I think I'll be the one with the answers for a little while there." he smiled and cuddled her close. "I'll be OK." He sighed. "I'm looking forward to it. I just..." He chuckled a little. "I'm not good with suprises."

The cart bounced over another rock and Orla was jolted from her reverie. Images and memories flowed past her, inacessible, unfamiliar. Suddenly she found awareness of herself again; She knew where she was going but she couldn't remember where she was from. All she had was an image, the ferry from the Isle of Man. Where on earth was the Isle of Man anyway? How long since she had been there? Was that where she was from? The village now coming into view, she knew was called Hawick, but how had she gotten here? All she had was a bag of old clothes and a few pounds left to her name. Her name. Orla MacGarritty, "It sounds Irish she thought, but how far was she from Ireland? Was she Irish? Her accent sure sounded that way. But how did she know that?

"Okay luv this is it, Hawick village." Said the cart driver beside her, an old man. "Do you know where you're goin'?" he asked.
Orla smiled. "Yes, I do." she could sense it now, it was calling her. She wandered through the streets, oblivious to the world around her, walking toward the far side of town. when she saw the house she smiled, that was the place. An old woman answered the door.
"somethin' I can do for you deary?" she said suspiciously, eyeing orla up and down. "Apartment 2a." she said smiling, she was floating along. and she wandered up the stairs and opened the door, there it was, between the two of them, a young couple not much older than her.
Suddenly however all the smiles and the fog cleared from her brain again.

"Okay." she said flatly. "I'm here now what next?"

Trollax stood as she entered, startled. She was about 6 inches shorter than him and had firey red hair and a vacuous smile. but when she saw the wand it was like a lightning strike brought her back down to earth.

He faltered at her question, she sounded so... so business-as-usual; an odd tone to carry through the lilting Irish accent. "You learn." he said simply as she reached for the wand, did it move towards her just before she touched it or was it just a trick of the light?
"I'm trollax by the way, he sait offering her a hand, I'll be your-"
"Guardian I know." she finished. "I'm Orla" she said, "Orla MacGarrity." She chuckled nervously. "That's about all I can remember."

Orla smiled at Kira and waved back, sitting down on the floor, holding her wand. "It's just so confusing." she shook her head. I can remember everything about myself but I can't remember things about locations and dates." She sighed. "I know I hate storms but I can't remember why." she looked up at Trollax. "Why is that?"

Trollax sighed and sat down beside her, he liked her already she was concise and she liked to ask questions. "we don't really know." It partly has something to do with the nature of what goes on in Hawick, and a million other things."

Orla shivered and turned to Trollax again. "I don't like having a loose thread in my tappestry." she said standing up. "Is there a room somewhere I can stow my stuff and take a shower?"

Orla sighed and wandered down with her bag of clothes, closing the door she turned on the water and sat down, the wand was still in her hand. she put it on the vanity table and sighed.

Trollax opened the door to steven's study and sighed. "we're going to need a bigger place" he said peering at all the desk and the chair crammed into the tiny room. "We can set up the old cot in here for now, maybe move Steven's desk into the lounge. but it can't stay that way forever."