ch. 9 Money talks

I'm eating my ice cream while watching the show. I call it a show, but I'm pretty sure it is a fight for survival for Francis.

Nana conjured strong gusts of wind, slamming Francis across the room. Francis got back up and try to snap his fingers in both hands. His tattoos light up with bright orange glow.

For a moment, I saw flames in a shape of butterflies came out, but it was quickly extinguished by Nana's wind.

"Don't call me aunt, you thief!" Nana yelled.

She conjured a small tornado aimed at Francis's feet. It quickly picked up speed and push him up to the ceiling. He remains pinned there like a reverse starfish.

I'm very entertained by the whole scene. I clap, giving my Nana applause. I asked, "What's for dinner, Nana?"

She turned to me with a smile and said, "Steaks and mashed potatoes, Dear. I know you're needing protein after your practice. Did you take out your dirty clothes from your bag? It's laundry day tomorrow, you know."

I just remembered. I quickly went to my room. After 15 minutes, I came out with my laundry bin and placed them near the laundry room.

Then I returned to the kitchen, where Nana is preparing dinner.

I look up and saw Francis still on a starfish position. Strong gust of wind pinning him there. His face shows a funny expression. It is like there's a leaf blower directed at him.

He tries to say something, but air just rush into his mouth.

I want to laugh, but I hold it in. Sitting down on my stool, I asked Nana, " So what did he steal?"

Nana turns to me and pointed at her eyes. That's all I need to know that I can't ask for details.

Through the years we've been together, we had a certain understanding that telling each other something we knew about the future is not allowed.

I only know of what's to come regarding Hogwarts during Harry's school year. Nana is on a level of knowing everything that will/might happen in the world.

She tries to keep me in the dark as much as possible about the Elders. She said once 1997 pass, she'll tell me the detail. Even their way of using magic is a taboo topic for me.

"So does this mean I can sell my songs?" I asked. Since that's the only reason I can think of why she let me meet Francis.

She's mashing potatoes, but still answered," Smart. Yes, dear, you can sell it to him. Just write them all. Even for girl's song. But after you finished, let me have a quick glance at them to avoid you-know-what".

I nodded, saying I know what she meant by the last part.

Mentally calculating, I said, "It's going to take time. I will also give the scores for the accomplishments."

I say this with confidence, since I'm a Music major in my past life. I just didn't pursuit it further into a career.

"I know. Just write that one song first, Dear. Blank staff papers on the drawer. Give it to Francis after dinner. He won't be staying the night. For the rest, I will tell you later." She said, motioning me to the drawer.

That night, we ate dinner with Francis. He was a mess but kept his feelings to himself. He already figured out that I'm special and that he should not ask questions.

I gave him the music sheet for the song, and he gave me his number for his studio in London.

We will be corresponding via telephone. He will tell me the theme or what song he needed. I will write them and mail it to his studio. Payment will also be via mail.

After he left, we return to our normal routine.

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Weeks passed, and I never saw Francis again after that night. We only talked on the phone.

The songs and payment are via mail. We keep our interactions to a bare minimum.

I want to ask questions, but I know better. Think of me as someone who just married into my wife's family. I'm officially part of the family, but I'm still in the dark about what goes behind closed doors.

But enough about that.

At least I have my source of income now. I'm thinking of opening my vault in Gringotts. And maybe visit Magical Menagerie. I'm not looking for pets to contract for my Beast Space, but to form bonds.

Speaking of Beast Space, I had been looking around my area for animals with sleeping bloodlines.

Actually, there are a lot.

The most abundant are feral cats with kneazle bloodline, dogs with crup bloodline, Nothing exciting. I even went to the local pet shops to window-shop.

But my response is just ~meh~.

I was aiming for phoenix or Cerberus. But I know I'm aiming high, as those creatures are either too prideful or might even see lesser beings as food.

I'm still hopeful, that's why I'm always carrying a wad of cash so if I find a suitable animal I can buy it. If it has an owner, I can up the price so they can't refuse.

I'm going to be like those rich second generation brats in cultivation novels that shove money in the MC's face saying, "I want your pet. Name your price, peasant!!!".