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Halliwell Manor has been empty for several years. The layer of dust that has accumulated on the furniture is unpleasantly thick. There are cobwebs in every corner, waiting to spring themselves on an unsuspecting visitor. The rooms smell musty, like a waterlogged library. Though the garden shows signs of maintenance, the interior is oppressively lifeless. Without people to fill it, the house has become a shadow of its former self. Underneath all of that, the place is the same as the sisters remember. Halliwell Manor looks like home.
Silvers unlock their destiny
noble_line
"Let's begin."
As he says this, his accent, which was rather generically American, is replaced by something a bit more British. It's quite unsurprising if you know the history of the Marks family, but you may not. The family originated in England, though they spent some time in Salem, which was where they first encountered the Halliwells...
He places his hand on the book.
"Ahem. I actually need a Halliwell to flip to the proper page, if you'd like to read the vows before we begin, but you could also merely repeat after me."
noble_line
"Do you, Felicia and Rex, join us here of your own free will, to acknowledge the eternal bond shared by both of you?"
belong_to_me
"I do."
He takes her hand.
"I didn't actually have anything prepared. Want to go first?"
noble_line
"Here, before witnesses, Felicia and Rex have sworn their vows to each other. With this cord, I bind them to these vows."
In a mysterious flourish, the eldest scion of the (American branch of) the Marks line presents the aforementioned cord, tying Felicia and Rex's hands together."
"So mote it be," he mutters darkly.
"That's one enemy handled. There are about a thousand left who personally want to kill you, and more who wouldn't mind it."
noble_line
"Oh, you're quite welcome."
Just another day in the life of Bartholomew Marks.
"Warren, shall we go?"