It was understandable that Rose was panicking, who would've thought that Severus Snape, the vampire-bat of a professor, was actually sexually active in the midst of a war? Probably forced himself to love some poor naïve witch who looked like Lily Potter, hence Rose's red hair. Well, at least the man made the right decision to create a heir for both the Prince and Snape line, it would've been a pity to see another powerful line to die out just like how the others had. Though it didn't explain at all how she was his daughter when she didn't have any trait that would hint out that they were related. Not even Townsend had any! It was just impossible, prosperous even! Unless........unless they were hidden beneath a strong glamour, one that was casted by a powerful wizard or witch if it lasted this long. And who was powerful enough to do such reckless things besides Mister Harry Potter? Mister Albus Dumbledore of course! And if Rose wasn't mistaken, it was for the greater good such as how the wizarding world forced a clueless, eleven year old child into a war whilst they both adored and hated him at the same time. Before the beast within her could lash out in anger and her magic to check for any magical blocks, she felt something trying to calm her down and at the same time tugging at her beast. She didn't need a genius to figure out that someone was using their magic on her, but this.....sensation.....that she was feeling was different, something that she could not, for once, place a finger to. It was like everything from her worries to insecurities were being taken away with a simple......kiss. Though, despite not knowing how it felt like to do such intimate thing with someone, it felt quite like it. Or how she imagined it to be.
There was just so much Hadrian could take and understand, and seeing his best friend go into a panic attack was enough for him to break and accept the offered help. Tensed, he watched warily as Lynn took a deep breath, placing a hand on Rose's shoulder. Whatever he was about to do, the Slytherin was prepared for the lashing out of the magic his friend had the honours to wield. But instead of something going wrong, he felt all the tension that he had had vanished, replaced with a soothing kind of.....touch. Whatever Lynn had done, Hadrian knew well that it was something that was beyond learning, unless it was a spell that was yet to be discovered, or perhaps was also dark. But it was impossible for such spell to be dark, it was just too light. And if it were an undiscovered spell or newly created, it wouldn't take long for such thing to be found out. Especially one that was powerful as this. The young Slytherin was brought out of his musing as he heard a slight gasp coming from Rose as her eyes flew open. She tried to scramble away, but the arms that was currently caging her had a tight grip on her being, making her attempts futile. Focusing on the calming sensation, Rose took a deep breath and focused on evening out her breathing. When she accomplished so, she turned her focus to Lynn and gave him a strained, yet thankful smile. With another deep breath, Rose forced herself to straighten out, a slight grunt leaving her lips, though quiet enough for only herself to hear.
As the Ravenclaw stepped back, Hadrain couldn't help himself, being the paranoid and caring prat that he was, had to check over Rose, just encase Lynn had actually inflicted some sort of physical pain on the Hufflepuff. Deeming that his friend was safe and unharmed, they went over to where Mrs. Weasley and the others were. Something was telling him that there was more to calm. "Unfortunately, that is not all the news I have for the four of you." The minister added, looking at the four of them. "Mr. Lynn ―" she began, but was immediately cut off by said man. "If you tell me I'm related to Hadrian I'm leaving, right now." Dear Merlin on a pogo stick, if he found out that he was actually related to Jason Lynn, he was going to throw a fucking fit! Protocols be damned! "No, you aren't related to Mr. Middleton," She replied softly, though her tone held amusement in them and there was a small sparkle of mirth that shown in her eyes. "However, you are a direct descendant of Rowena Ravenclawa" At that, Hadrian couldn't help but cough as he choked on his own spit. What the bloody hell? Was she telling them that this almost know it all half-blood was a descendant of one of the Hogwarts founder? Especially someone as wise and intelligent as Rowena Ravenclaw? "Ms. Townsend and Ms. Augustine are direct descendants of Helga Hufflepuff and Godric Gryffindor." She added. Damn, did Mr. Weasley not teach his wife the proper etiquettes were when speaking to a bunch of heirs and heiress? "And Mr. Middleton is a direct descendant of Salazar Slytherin." Well, at least she had some respect on her tone. "The four of you are the top students of your year," Oh yes, why don't you gloat and stroke your ego about being the brightest witch of your time. "Direct descendants of The Four Founders, each of you has a power unique to the wizarding world." At that, Rose stiffen, hand itching to grab her wand and curse the Minister to oblivion. But it would've been too scandalous, especially with Celine up and about.
No one was supposed to find out about those unique abilities as Mrs. Weasley put it. "There was a prophecy discovered in the Department of Mysteries, that details the four of you, and that the four of you are our only hope. Harry Potter was kidnapped a week ago." Well wasn't that just peachy. Not only were their abilities found out, but they were part of a bloody prophecy that was hidden in the Department of Mysteries! Not only that, but Harry Potter was kidnapping and is currently missing, which meant that they had no choice but to participate in whatever in the nine hells they were about to be thrown into. Was fate now tired of Lord Potter and deemed it so that they were now her favourite chew toys? "Presumably by a group of Death Eaters who are now following a new person, who is similar to Voldemort." She added. Well isn't that just great. The former Head Auror being captured by a bunch of Death Eaters who are now loyal to a rising Dark Lord anew. Was Wizarding Britain really this pathetic?
"You, Ms. Townsend, have the ability to heal yourself and others at an extraordinary rate with a simple touch, or bring certain things back to life." Wait, hold up! Aryn Townsend/Snape was a necromancer?! Okay, now Hadrian had to admit that was cool, but chose not to say anything. Necromancy was and still is an unknown, very dark magic that can not in under any circumstances be learned and taught by those whose magical cores can not handle such dark magic, more so to those who never had necromancers in their family tree. Though with the interbreeding, he wouldn't be surprised if the purebloods actually have necromancy blood running through their veins. "Mr. Lynn can calm people around him and is already an unregistered animagus." Hadrian sighed in relief. Well at least the Minister hadn't found out about his Serpentine Form. Though, thinking about it now, it was quite similar to the animagi transformation, but the serpentine transformation never really needed to be determined by the personality of the parselmouth and they can be allowed to have one to two forms that the master prefers. One thing for sure is that, the Serpentine Form was harder to master than the Animagus Form. "I know this comes as quite a shock to the four of you, but I meant it when I said we are in desperate need of your help."
"Are you telling me, that you're hoping for us to immediately help the entire Wizarding World like a bunch of stupid and erratic Gryffindors because of a stupid prophecy that says we are the supposed heroes of this shithole?" Hadrian asked, staring right into the Minister's eyes, not missing the narrowing of the Headmistress' eyes. That was just blasphemy! Unlike Mrs. Weasley, they were not a bunch of dunderheads and reckless Gryffindors who has a hero complex or some shit and was ready to sacrifice everything for a community that was still corrupted by a bunch of greedy bastards. "Apologise Minister, but he does have a point." Rose butted in with a frown. "Prophecies that are made will not happen unless acted upon on, and not to be heard unless it is being witnessed by a few whilst Mother Magic approves of such prophesy. Not all are true Minister." What she said was the truth and nothing but the truth. She could even make an oath or a vow, though she knew she didn't need as it was knowledge that was passed down by wizards and creatures alike. Creating a fake prophesy for your own sadistic pleasure was and still is a great crime against Mother Magic and her sisters, along side with Death. "Did you even know that Lord Potter-Black is one of the most powerful wizards to ever walk on earth? Did you know his powers are second to Tom Riddle himself? He could destroy the wards surrounding the Ministry of Magic if he so pleases. Hell, he could just apparate himself into this very room if he wants. The wizarding world already has the most powerful wizard alive, why do you still need us? Because a prophesy said so?" Hadrian asked, lips curled into a frown.
In all honesty, he had never thought that this conversation was going to come to this. It was no laughing matter when it came to such topics as this. It had been unexpected to receive such a letter from the Minister of Magic, but the information that was told was even more harder to comprehend and take in. They were just students for Godric's sake! They still have so much to live for and they're just going to enter and join a war because of a bloody prophecy that could be fake? Yeah, no thanks. It was after all not easy to replace a persons life with another, unless you were given pardon by Death and are forced to return to your body. The young snake was brought out of his musing from the sound of hissing.....that came from the parcel that he held. Well, it would seem that his new companion had awoken to the sound of their arguing. ∮ Hush little one ∮ Alright, maybe it was a bad idea to speak to the little basilisk while being in the middle of a confrontation with the minister. ∮ A speaker! It has been too long since the last had fallen! Are you my new intended master? ∮ To some it would sound like a bunch of random hissing, but Hadrian knew better, and couldn't help but chuckle at the serpents enthusiasm.