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Newt recognised the other.

For how large Hogwarts truly was, if the thousand students were anything to go by, everyone seemed to know each other. A Ravenclaw…Barry, yes, that was the name. Barry. They’d shared a class or two last year.

“Make yourself comfortable, there’s no use of a large cabin only for one person, right?” The wizards gaze flickered back down to Salem, who had scooped out from his pocket, one hand holding the tiny ball of white fluff, the other holding the slice of cheese said tiny ball of white fluff had been nibbling on.

It had been a compromise for the cat Newt had hoped for.

(Theseus was allergic)

“You know,” Cami said for a moment, thinking about the whole need for secrets. She was never keen on lying, but she also knew the value of her compulsion and it kept people safe from the supernatural world. “If you ever need to keep your secret safe and someone finds out, I do have a way and making them forget,” She said as she glanced his way. “Not making them disappear but just erasing that part. Its hard to explain,” Cami said as she waved her hand brief and then chuckled wit ha small nod.

“Yes. Each person as a unique signature in their blood and their smell. ITs like a fingerprint, no person is the same, though there can be many common factors. All humans, for example, have a very earthy scent, though some might have a more ashen smell and others can have a soft floral smell. The obvious ones are like smokers or drunk people, it’s a very bitter scent because of the alcohol and smoke.” She tried to explain to the best of her ability, though it was one of those things she just didn’t have enough descriptive words to explain each individual scent.

Cami gave a small shrug. “I’m sure there are things you could do if you had to stop me. But it won’t ever come to that,” Cami said assuring him, and by no means discrediting his ability to stop people. Even the most powerful creatures can be stopped if someone put their mind to it. “Can I ask how you got your speed?” She said curious, the scholar coming out. “I’ve had so many theories of how it might have happened.”

“Is that one of your powers of being a hybrid? How do you make them forget?” He said, brows slightly furrowed. He wouldn’t deny his curiosity getting better of him. Everything she was telling him just made him want to know more. Mostly because the fact that he didn’t know anything about what she was. And also because it was genuinely interesting; at least to him. Learning something he hadn’t known before was always interesting to him.

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     Two weeks have passed since that night and they’d managed to fall into a comfortable rhythm despite the fact that the situation made her want to rip her hair out. It had been an adjustment, especially with Jesse and Wally having to take over Barry’s position with the Justice League for the time being. Part of Iris wanted to hate Barry for making the choices he had, for failing to consider the consequences of his actions and what the ramifications would be for their friends, for him, for her, for them. In one fell swoop he had erased an entire universe and clicked a reset which had resulted in this one. And yet she couldn’t hate him because the simple fact was that even if he didn’t see it, no matter the universe, no matter the changes he was still the same goofy and caring to a fault Barry Allen that she LOVED. Just without the memories they’d shared. Granted, hadn’t Wells told them that he might begin to remember?  

     “I’m sorry, did you say something Barry?” Iris questions as she looks up from her phone that she was texting Wally from. “I’m sorry, I’ve just– I’ve got a lot on my mind.” With a sigh she puts her phone down on the table, a call from Hal going unanswered. “I’ll call him back later.” There’s another pause as she runs a hand through her hair. She’s been doing her best to balance work and reintroducing Barry to this timeline all while dealing with the fact that the man she’d fallen in love with didn’t remember her as.. herself, instead him having known some other version. It was a lot for anyone to process. “I don’t want this to sound weird but, and only if you’re comfortable with it, you have the option to come live in our apartment. We have a guest room, I don’t expect– I just think Wally might like to stop sleeping on the couch.” And, she hoped it could help him recover memories from this timeline, or in the least give Joe back his house. Not that they both hadn’t grown up there after Joe had adopted them but after two weeks she figured he’d be happier having his own space back, especially given that Wally had been staying in Barry’s old room. 

She realized that the fact of him k n o w i n g her wouldn’t change anything, not really, because he knew the person she was b e f o r e she had powers. Before becoming t h i s. She wasn’t that person anymore. And he might not realize because he’s hung up on fixing her. But she’s broken, she cannot be fixed anymore, she’s looked for every possibility herself - there’s no hope. She had the advance here, because he’s still the same old Barry. She k n o w s him, she cares about him and even though that didn’t matter now, the knowing him did. Because she could use that. She could use everything against him. The apology was somewhat expected, although the following words were not. Flinching as she shortly looked away. She didn’t want to say anything more, she just wanted to leave him there, get as far away as possible but she could not. He wouldn’t stop. ‘’You’re r i g h t,’’ she starts, fully recovered from the little doubt that he caused, facing him once more. ‘’It wasn’t us, it’s you. And it’s only fair I take something of you in return, Iris’ life perhaps? Only then you’d r e a l l y know what I, even Cisco and Harry, went through.’’ A short touch on his chest, a short pinch, icing him up a little higher as her eyes were locked onto his. ‘’Leave me be, or the next time you see me it’ll be at a cost. Don’t make me do that Barry. Don’t you have enough r e g r e t s already?’’

     “You’ve always been pretty amazing too, Barry.” Kara replies with a smile that doesn’t quite reach her eyes. “Don’t worry, you’ll remember eventually..” At least she hoped he would. Based on the conversation she’d had with Hal after he’d talked to Iris it seemed that’s what Wells’ theory was. The question was would this Barry want to remember this world? Would he want to be a part of it the way he had been before?  “About as much trouble as the rest of us.” Rao, it was a fairly accurate statement to make this time. After all, he’d completely messed up the timeline and she.. well, she’d crossed a line she’d never thought she would– a line that had even put her at odds when her cousin had after General Zod invaded. “I did something bad, Bar, I know you don’t remember this but a few months ago my uncle tried to take control of the planet, used mind-control and then intended to harm a bunch of people when that didn’t work.” She looks away then, gaze eying the ground.

     “He had used a parasite to put me in a coma where I saw my world again, everyone I loved and cared about. I had it all back and then it was all ripped away from me again. I felt the loss of an entire planet for the second time and when he threatened all the people of this planet I… I snapped, I let rage take hold and a Red Lantern ring found me. It amplified every bit of RAGE that was inside me and made me see the only way to stop him was to–” She pauses unable to say the words. “He was the last of my race, he was my aunt’s husband and I killed him.” She can’t bring herself to bring her gaze back to Barry so she looks up at the sky. “Once the ring was on me, it was like all I could see was red. I attacked the people I cared about, I even attacked you when you tried to stop me. I thought maybe I would fit in with the Red Lanterns after I was able to get some control over myself again but– well, I’m not a Red Lantern anymore, I’m not Supergirl anymore either.” How could she be after all that? What right would she have to put the crest of her family on again? What right did she have to be Supergirl anymore?

“You do realize you have a blog dedicated to you right? And that quite a few of your more notable exploits end up in the news? Like I said, you’re kind of a legend.” She accepted his hand. “Nice to meet you too. And not all of us end up as front page news, thank God.” She didn’t need or want to deal with scrutiny or anything like that. “Holed up in the penthouse of a hotel owned by a couple of his local buddies. I have an address, but I’ve never been to Central City. I could use an assist too.” She ducked her head, snickering quietly into the palm of his hand. “No problem Hot Stuff.”