The Queen of Hearts

Knock, knock
Perenelle opened her door to greet the smiling supernatural couple that stood in the entrance.
"Come on in! My husband's still getting the cards, but you're welcome to get settled at the table." She turned to them, beaming. "Are you hungry? I could have a beast sent up."
Rynn seemed startled. "Don't worry about it. I found some roadkill on the way over and should be good for a while."
"Are you sure," Perenelle's eyebrows crinkled, "Let me know if you change your mind."
Rynn nodded. "Karayan speaks highly of you and of your husband. I understand that you own this building?"
Perenelle shifted in her chair. "That's true. We bought it back in 1892. We needed a new home and the Rosicrucians needed a new base of operations. We live on the top floor, keeping an eye on the place after everyone leaves. Speaking of which, did you find your way up here all right? I realized a while after my conversation with Mr. Maxorin that my instructions were a little vague."
Karayan spoke up. "It was no trouble at all, Mrs. Flamel, A few of your members are still on the lower floors and they were able to point us in the right direction."
Perenelle sighed. " I'm glad, but don't call me Mrs. Flamel; call me Perry. Everyone does."
The floor creaked as Nicolas Flamel entered the room. He carried a single deck of cards which he set on the table, taking the chair next to his wife.
"It's nice to meet you I'm Nicolas Flamel," He stuck out his hand, "and you must be Mr. Maxorin and Ms. Elesme, the incubus and Rakshasi, correct?"
Both demons shook his hand. "I'd like to thank you both."
The couple looked confused.
Nicolas grinned; a bright, joyous thing. He smiled like a school boy and for a moment the centuries life's from his face.
"You're both trying to do the right thing, going against the normal activities of your species. That's admirable. I'd also like to give a special thank you to Mr. Maxorin."
Karayan furrowed his brows in confusion. "I'm not sure what you mean, but please don't call me Mr. Maxorin. Your wife has given us permission to use her name. It's only right that I give you mine."
"Mine as well." Rynn interjected.
Nicolas nodded. "Than you may call me Nicolas. It seems that my wife has taken a liking to you and I'm starting to see why. I'm sure we'll be seeing a lot more of each other in the future, but back to what I was saying. I would like to thank you, Karayan, for not feeding on my wife. I don't know what I would have done without her."
Perenelle laughed. "I can defend myself! You'll be fine!"
Karayan smirked. "It's true. Have no fear Nicolas; your wife is very handy with a hat pin, reminding me of a suffragette. Her performance brought back memories of The Hatpin Peril."
Nicolas shuffled the cards, dealing them out in sets of thirteen. Karayan picked up his stack, face blank at the contents.
"I must admit that I admire the both of you as well. You have done a great deal for the world. Your advancements are, alchemically,
unmatched and Rosicrusianism has kept the Illuminati at bay for hundreds of years. The stories I've heard of Perry's sorcery as well, it's astounding!"
Perenelle smilled graciously, her cards pressed to her chest. "Thank you. It makes me so happy to see how much our work inspires others. We really do love what we do."
Rynn smiled, chewing on a half eaten queen of spades while the party conversed.
Nicolas looked up. "I assume you're familiar with Hearts."
Karayan nodded. "I've played it many times."
Rynn looked nervous, having increased her card intake. "I've also played, but far fewer times."
"Don't worry," Nicolas smiled, "I'm sure it'll all come back to you."
Perenelle winked. "You're probably better than you think."
Those words proved to be right, with Rynn winning four out of five tricks after a new deck had been found. They parted ways happily, all tired from the long interaction, but promised to meet again. Perhaps they could meet earlier in the day. Maybe then they would be able to remember which cards they put down!

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