Beth walked around a little, the Threads curving up out of her way. “You can read these?” she asked him curiously.
“Yes,” he nodded. “Takes a lot of practice though.”
“How much practice?”
“About a thousand years or so.”
“How old are you?” Beth asked.
“You want earth years or Dimension years?”
“What do you mean?”
“I’m a hundred and eighty-six years old on earth.”
“What about the other one you mentioned?”
“The Dimension is the plane where all eldritch creatures originated.”
“Oh. Is time different there?”
“It’s difficult to explain.”
“Oh, okay.” Beth didn’t bother pressing him for more details. “This is really pretty,” she said, looking around the Threads again.
Lucius laughed. “You’re looking at the foundation of life itself and all you think is that it’s pretty?”
“It’s amazing,” she said, sticking her tongue out at him and grinning.
Beth was sat on the sofa, eating a dinner she’d had to make after the original one had burnt while she and Lucius had been playing with magic.
“Robert even reminded me that dinner was in the oven,” she mumbled, stabbing at the pasta on her plate.
“I take responsibility for distracting you,” Lucius said, grinning.
“Yeah, it’s all your fault, getting me distracted with the Threads,” she grumbled.
“Hey, cheer up. You never know, it could be worse; could have set fire to the kitchen.”
“I’m sure you would have warned me if that was going to happen,” she said, a small smile on her face.
“Maybe, maybe not,” he said teasingly. “We’ll never know now, though.”
“Robert would have been really pleased to come home to a burnt kitchen, I’m sure,” Beth said sarcastically.
“That’s the wonder of magic, though,” he grinned. “You can fix things before anyone needs to know.”
“I somehow have a feeling that’s how my brother got through the last seven years or so.”
Lucius laughed. “How do you think I survived sixteen years with my mother?”
“I’m going to tell her,” Beth decided, grinning.
“Tell her if you want; she worked it out years ago.”
Beth laughed. They sat in silence for a little while.
“Lucius?” she said slowly.
“Hm?” he replied.
“Can I ask you a question?”
“What would happen if I became a vampire before I was twenty-five?”
“With regards to your magic?” he asked. She nodded and he fell silent, thinking. “I’m not sure. Two of the most likely outcomes would either be you could always do both kinds of magic, or you wouldn’t be able to do any at all.”
“Has no witch ever become a vampire before?” she asked curiously.
He shook his head. “Not that I know of. The guild protects its own with an iron fence. Why do you ask anyway? Thinking of asking Robert?”
“We’ve discussed it,” she said with a shrug.