A different sort of hunt, a sequel short fiction

after: http://aldersprig.dreamwidth.org/1050738.html

Snorri knocked on Felicite’s door, feeling more nervous than he had since his first year of Addergoole. Since his first week of Addergoole.

This had to be done right, or someone else might do something stupid. It had to be don absolutely right, because Snorri did not want The Lightning Blade coming down on Addergoole because the girl that called him Uncle Professor Leo Inazuma had gotten stuck in a bad Keeping.

She answered the door. Snorri tried to ignore the howls and yowls, the flashing lights and the creeping shadows of Hell Night. He bowed shallowly to Felicite.

“I was wondering,” he said, dry and sarcastic, “if you might want to go somewhere quieter for the day.”

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