IMPEDIMENTA
Milwaukee, Wisconsin, USA
Perceval Ducasse ; 2099

Perceval had promised his father he wouldn't do magic. The Americans don't play around, and who knows how much money Yves Ducasse would have to pay to get his son back to France. Problem was, the blonde woman in the tie dye dress was getting away.

"Impedimenta!" Perceval cast and watched the woman fall to the ground. Perceval's English was passable at best, but as he knelt down to speak to his mother for the first time, he found the words as if they were in his mother tongue.

"You owe me an explanation, Maman."

Hyacinth Keaton looked at her son with terror. "No, Falcon. I'm not your mother."

Perceval's vision turned crimson. "You ARE, you LIAR. You ARE my mother, you gave BIRTH to me. You DISAPPEARED."

Tears appeared in Hyacinth's eyes, equal to his own. "I did. But I am not what you need. Go no, Falcon, go now and forget me. This is not your home. I will never-" but the jinx lifted before she could finish and the wrinkled woman disappeared.

Teardrops stained the pavement, and he cursed before fleeing his crime scene. In the alien city of his mother, Perceval Faucon cried.

ORCHIDEOUS
Saint Petersburg, Russia
Kai von Brandt ; 2084

Kai had made a lot of mistakes in his life. He often wondered if he was some sort of record holder for Man with the Most Erroneous Decisions at only twenty four years old. Between his work, his family and his love life, Kai wasn't sure about anything anymore.

Except for Viktoriya Vitvinina. Kai had always been sure about Toriya.

He remembered the first time he'd come to this garden in Saint Petersburg, her hometown. He had been seventeen and looking to impress his date that night. He'd conjured her a bouquet of radiant white flowers. He couldn't even remember her name now.

Kai always had everything he wanted and nothing of what he needed. Girlfriends, but never love. Bright work prospects, but no enthusiasm. All the money in the world and no lasting happiness.

Today that changed. They were back together. They were promised to each other.

In this pavilion with Toriya, lit by a thousand floating lights, Kai conjured a bouquet to put all others to shame. He'd practiced. Shades of blues, purples, pinks and a white so pure it lit both their faces. "I love you, Toriya. I'm going to love you forever."

And he did.

JELLY LEGS
Rome, Italy
Auberto Barsi ; 2087

"LOCOMOTOR WIBBLY!"

"OW!!"

Those idiots.

Auberto imagined smoke coming out of his ears. Since when did underage Barsi's disobey direct orders? Since when did they pull out their underage wands to cast magic that would undoubtedly call the authorities? Since WHEN- Auberto breathed.

He had been sent to do some quick pick ups. Select victims, take photos, snip hair, tidily document, and pull back. Illegal, simple, easy. He had Polyjuice potions to brew.

You see, Auberto was a Barsi; a revered Italian wizarding crime family. He was immeasurably important, and now- now, he was babysitting. It was unthinkable. Brancaleone, youngest, and Quintilio, most useless, had been told to tag him today. Then Bran had cursed Quin. In broad daylight. In Rome. Auberto imagined the hell he would rain down on them at home and it made him feel better.

Auberto easily snatched Bran's wand and informed the insufferable teenager he could find his own way back. He would have undone the curse on Quin, except he didn't want to. Auberto grabbed at the useless lump and they disapparated just as familiar law enforcement officers appeared meters away.

He chuckled. "Kisses to the boss." And he was gone.