This glittering chamber boasts the spoils of glory for the Parade. Many valuable items and gold can be found here, from all the missions and payments from clientele of the parade. But don't try to steal from it, no doubt there'll be multiple enchantments to stop you.
Sabrina had enchanted a round table with six chairs in the centre of the vault, surrounded by all the glistening spoils that she and the five people she had invited here over the years. As she waited for her guests to arrive, she had to think about how this was going to work. But she knew she wasn't getting younger, and that there's still a lot of work to be done. All she's doing is speeding the process a little. She crosses her legs, her eyes fixated on a spot while she waits for her guests to join.
Adele is the first one in, sweeping into the Vault and smiling at the sight of Sabrina, sat at the head of the table where she belongs. "Hello, ma chérie," she says, planting a kiss on the top of her wife's head as she passes before pulling out the chair closest and taking a seat. "It's been a while since I've seen you there. It still suits you."
Xavier walks inside the room in the middle of Adele being affectionate. "Merlin," he says. "No PDA allowed in the Citadel, please." he says, knowing full well that with the amount of time he spends just with Søren being hopelessly involved makes him the most serious offender of the made-up rule. He sits across Adele.
"Now that's a little hypocritical, isn't it?" Tessa queries, grinning at her father as she materializes somewhere behind her mother. She takes the seat beside her gladly. "Eighteen years later and I still find you and Søren disgusting."
And just like he's on cue, he waltzes in, "Come now, little bird. Don't be mean." He says, placing a tender hand on Xavier's shoulder. He's totally anti-PDA around the others. "Or should I say big bird now?" He quips, before taking the final spot next to Xavier.
She clears her throat. "You may all be wondering why I called this council." Her eyes are steely, and they scan each member of the table. "It has become abundantly clear that there is a new generation," Her eyes stop at Tessa. "Of paraders. Fresh blood. Morgan. Tristan and Iseult. Björn." She explains. "All four of them are talented and powerful in their own rights. But they all lack one thing. Experience. If this coven is to survive, we must play the most important role we've ever been cast in. It's time for us to train them, and prepare them to take over from us, with Tessa at the helm." She stops, waiting to gauge reactions.
Hearing that Tessa will take the lead practically makes her glow with pride, and she reaches across to take Tessa's hand underneath the table. The nostalgia of it all, too, is almost overwhelming; the knowledge that they'll be stepping down soon, allowing the younger ones to take the lead. She remembers the meetings they used to have in here when they were in their twenties, fresh-faced and dangerous.
At the mention of Bjørn's name, he steals a glance at Søren. "When you say train..." he begins, at this point a concerned father more than a trusting follower. "What do you have in mind, exactly? Missions?"
"Not missions. Not yet. None of them are ready. Björn has my utmost protection." She clarifies. "My proposal is to train them...Shall we say, in-house. Each of us will take one of them as a personal protégé." She explains, turning to each of them individually. "Adele. You will assume responsibility of training Iseult. She's a natural born legilimens. Spying will be where she is most valuable. That's why it must be you. Xavier, you will train Björn. He seems to have a knack for healing, so my ravens whisper. Give him guidance on how to use healing magic and potions for wounds and poisons. Søren will take Tristan. He's a firecracker, but his affinity for venomous snakes is something you can capitalise on. Teach him to harness it, and refine his understanding of potions. I will take Morgan under my wing." She stops, to breathe, before her eyes settle on Tessa. "The four of them will all need combat training. Magical and non-magical. Tessa will oversee that. You need to have the four of them working as a team, using each other's strengths. I trust you all may have further questions."
She's happy with her assignment; spying is her heart, the thing she excels at, and training a Legilimens is certainly an interesting task. Her eyes slide to Tessa at the mention of combat training, maternal concern immediately taking over, especially at the thought of Morgan being there too. She remains quiet, but then looks over at Sabrina with a face that says you know this is going to get messy.
At Sabrina's reassurance, he reaches over to Søren's hand and squeezes it reassuringly. Xavier is extremely pleased to hear he's in charge of Björn – at least now he can ensure his son's utmost protection. "Sounds good to me."
Tessa rolls her eyes at Soren's quip, the retort at the tip of her tongue only dying out as Sabrina interrupts. Sabrina's assignments don't come to her surprise, but she still isn't happy with her role in Morgan's development. The idea of dueling with him is what tides her over. She can feel Adele's eyes on her, but doesn't return the look, focused largely on Sabrina; as acknowledgment, however, she squeezes her hand reassuringly - I won't kill any of them. "When do we start?"
"We start as soon as possible. Individual training once a fortnight, group training once a fortnight. They move in alternating weeks. The children need to be stronger than us, even." She smirks. "If you can imagine such a thing."
"And when do you expect to have them ready for?" she asks. She hasn’t ever properly met Iseult, barely briefly, and training a Legilimens won’t be an easy task. "I’m sure you have some missions in the works already."
She considers this. "Some may take longer than others. I will check in with you periodically, but let's see how they do by the end of this academic year. Again, everything is in house. There's not to be a mission assigned to any one of them until myself and Tessa have given the okay. Any other questions?"