May 4th, 1890 - Alfred's Flat

Zelda took the floo after work again. She had the earring she wanted to use in her pocket; she had been working on it all day. The Picts carved using sandstone, so the body of the earring was made of sandstone; they used silver in their metalwork, so the hook was silver. With careful wandwork, she had copied some of the patterns from the original chest - patterns that had appeared on Alfred's hand - onto the sandstone. She wanted the curse to feel at home.

She was nervous. If this didn't work, things could backfire very badly - not just onto Alfred, but onto Zelda, too. Zelda and Julian had both accumulated more than a few bruises working on the Voyager, and the magic in Alfred was nasty, too. But she was as confident as she would ever be, and it was not as if they had many other options.

Of course, Alfred had to agree, first. And she was going to have to pierce his ear. That was nearly as stressful as dealing with the curse itself.

She arrived in a rush of green flames and stepped neatly out of his fireplace. "I'm here," Zelda called, always feeling awkward announcing herself when she got here.

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