Downtime
Meanwhile, back in the past, several hours later (so to speak), a much more energized Harry came out from the back room. Moments later, Safire came out as well, her dress a little messed up along with her hair. Noticing the darkness, she used her wand and started a fire in the fireplace.
Looking at Harry, she smiled and said, "That was great, handsome!"
Harry smirked a bit himself. "You weren't so bad yourself."
"And to think, now I've got a full dozen. One more and I'll have a full baker's dozen."
"What?" Harry's smile faltered, fearing the next response would be an answer he really didn't want to know.
Safire looked at him and gave a sultry grin while moving to gather some dishes and pull out something to eat. "A baker's dozen. You know: notches on a belt. Conquests. Roll in the hay. That sort of thing."
"What?" Yep, Harry really hadn't wanted to hear that.
Safire put the bowls down and walked up to him, wrapping her arms around his neck. "Sex. You know, what we just had. You didn't think you were the first did you? Come on, that body you have on is for show isn't it? You're older than you look, right? Don't tell me I just shagged some kid, right?"
Harry decided it was time to move this conversation in an entirely different direction. "You don't know how many questions I have running through my head right now."
"About sex?"
"No!"
"Oh." She walked back to a cupboard and found something to drink, then took it and sat down. "Well, go ahead and ask them. I'm too tired for another round at this time so talking will help you understand."
Harry pulled his thoughts together. "Okay. The first thing I want to ask you is your speech. Shag? That's a slang term from my time. Why are you using it? In fact, how is it I understand you as well as I do? I thought there'd be some dialect problems coming back this far in time."
Safire smiled and said, "Your magic is tied to you in both your present time and this historical time. It acts as a filter for you. You are hearing what I am saying in terms you better understand and my magic is doing the same for me - allowing me to understand what it is you are saying. You have met another history channeler haven't you? You're not a virgin on that as well are you?"
"No! I mean, yes, I've met another history channeler."
"Are you okay, Harry? You look like something the kneazle brought in after playing with it for an afternoon."
"I'm fine." Really, he was fine. Ya. You betcha.
"As long as you're sure," she replied with a slight grin. "That answer your question though?"
"Yes. I get the linguistics and no, I'm not a virgin the way you're asking."
"Whatever you say, stud."
Harry felt he knew the answer to the language situation but the explanation helped. However, the question he really wanted to ask was: "What did you mean by a baker's dozen?"
"You're not jealous, are you Harry?"
"No!"
"Uh-huh. Well, since you asked so nicely, I'll tell you. You're not the first history channel I've bagged, Harry. I've got almost all of them now. You know, oddly enough I wouldn't have even been aware of you until I got some intel on you from a Seer five years ago. Then the bit at Colin's castle two years ago - thanks by the way. Now today. Now there's only one left. And as is, I'm going to need your help to land him if that Seer is to be believed."
"Just who are all the others?" Harry asked with a slight edge to his voice. He wasn't angry, was he?
She started counting on her fingers, "Barkley, Gregorivich, Archie Andrews, D'Artione, Hu, Six of Eight, Schultzie, Binns…"
"Wait! You boinked Binns?"
Her eyes shot up as she said, "You know him?"
"He's my history professor uptime!"
"He's your master?"
"Not really. He's dead."
"I'm sorry. Died recently?"
"Nope. Dead for some time best I can tell. He's a ghost."
"Ah. Stayed around long enough to find and train a new channeler. Good dedication. Bit of a bore in the bedroom…"
"Please, don't tell me any more. I don't want to know," Harry had a queasy look on his face.
"Well, it's never been my habit to kiss and tell, so I'll keep a tight lip on the kinky things he wanted…"
"Stop!"
"I'm only teasing you Harry. Relax."
"Next question. You mentioned a Seer. Who and what info did he give that makes you need my help?"
"Sebastian Augustus DaVinci. I met him 12 years ago when my master contacted him for a reading. Once I finished my apprenticeship I hooked up with him for a bit and he helped me understand my power better than that old perv known as my former master. His inner sight helped me determine when I should travel to so I could meet other history channelers. 'Course I thought he'd blown a gasket when he suggested I visit Colin's castle a couple years back. Didn't know you'd meet me. Thought I'd have to zip to meet you."
Harry looked at her critically. "That explains the who. Now why do you still need my help?"
"I was just getting to that, sweet cheeks. Augie was able to see me meeting 13 other history channelers. But it was something to do with you that allowed me to eventually meet the last one. So do you think you're up to helping me… considering you know why I want to meet him?"
"You want me to help you travel in time so you can shag another channeler?"
"Sure. Don't you? Well, probably not since most channelers are men, but whatever floats your boat and all that."
....
Read ahead by more than 60 chapters on my p@treon.
Link: pa*treon.com/GalaxyWonder (Remove the *)
Free members an get up to 2 free chapters.
Have a great day....