Drea sat legs crossed in a victorian chair black and grey stripped . It was too large for her small stature. A cup of hot tea bowled in her hands as she sipped away. She couldn’t help but be excited for her guest, it had been awhile since she had spent any amount of time with a magic user of any short, never mind a lord. Around her float a few books her eyes darting through them, preparing for an assault on an enchanted home such as Blood’s would be no easy task.
The music from the streets of New Orleans french quarter echoed through her pocket dimension home. She hated leaving the front door open.
There was a tangible ripple in the air of the study as space began to bend. The atmosphere of the room took on a sudden chill.
Soon, what appeared to be a bright red bubble began forming in portal. The angry crimson blob grew larger and taller as it pushed its way into the room, molding itself into a distinctly human shape. Eventually, two pointed horns emerged from the top, before it finally gave way to the outline of Klarion, the Witch Boy, with his Teekl perched on his shoulders. The red aura fizzled and sputtered for several seconds more before disappearing
Eyebrows hitched high, he regarded the other sorceress before him. Miss Le Fey was many things at first glance, if not exactly what he’d been expecting.
After a moment of silence, the boy’s mouth split into his signature devious grin.
“I do hope you’ve at least the courtesy to prepare some refreshments for us as well?”
Pulling her figure from the chair she stands at the sight of the red portal appearing. the books and candles remaining in their floating stance around the room.
Smiling she took a quick moment to fix her appearance, straightening out the frill of her skirt while fixing her white blouse and black cincher. Hearing her movement, a little shadow ran along the floor, twirling itself up in between her legs along her back and resting on her shoulders forming itself into her familiar grey fox, Noir. ” We have a guest Noir, so behave.” the foxes orange eyes leered at her looking over to the formed witch boy.
Drea laughed softly at his request. ” I am british darling, would you think me so rude?” with quick rolling of her wrist another chair appeared across from hers, a small round table floating down between the two.
Sitting on the table were two intricate tea cups, the handles were vines with leaves hanging off in white china, a pot to match sat with the set, filled to the brim with hot tea. A tiered tower of fresh treats took center stage on the table, cupcakes, tarts of all flavours, macaroons, petit fours, everything imaginable. ” I wasn’t sure what you’d like… so I just made everything. There is some milk and treats for Teekl as well, please sit” she motions towards the chair.
The Witch Boy’s eyes widened perceptibly as he oggled the freshly laid spread. Swatting a few suspended tomes out of the way, he made a beeline for the table, plopping down gracelessly into the overly-plush chair with a loud whump. Without another word, he grabbed a petit-four and stuffed it in his mouth, manners long forgotten.
Teekl followed primly behind, pausing in her tread only to give the shadowy fox a hiss for good measure, then settled by the saucer of milk.
Noir flattens his ears about to return the warm welcome from the cat before seeing his lady’s blue eyes glaring, making him think back to her request. He speaks to her mind; Fine, but let it be noted the cat started this.
Pulling her hand up to shield her mouth she giggles lightly at Klarion’s response to her baking, ignoring Noir’s little fit. Following his lead she too wandered over to her chair, lowering herself without a sound into the plush cushion.
” I do hope you like them, it’s been awhile since I’ve baked for anyone but myself. ” she smiles extending her hand palm up and beckoning her tea cup to her with her index finger. ” I made earl grey, as it’s my personal favourite. If you desire another, or coffee, the pot will change it’s contents. “
Floating over to her cup the pot tipped it’s self, filling the white china to the brim, milk and sugar already mixed in. she hums a bit bringing the rim to her lips with a sip. “Perfect every time… So dear have you any thoughts about my proposal?” she smiled warmly to him, her eyes light up with intrigue.
Her question interrupted him from biting into his third scone. Oh right…I was here on business, wasn’t I? Noisily gulping down the mouthful, Klarion grabbed for a napkin and dabbed his mouth lightly, trying to cover over the previous lapse in manners.
“Right, well if its Blood we’re talking about, he’ll obviously be well guarded. Of course, you know this,” He motioned to the floating reading materials. Snatching a small, blue book with a tattered leather cover out of the air, he flicked through its pages. Brows furrowed, he turned to the cover.
“Ditis delinifica defensivas custodiarum pro tironibus?” he read the title aloud, ”Pfft. Are you trying to break into his broom cupboard?”
The sorceress was coming back with a reply, but he cut her off.
“Don’t answer that. I’m not judging. Luckily for you, I already know exactly what we need. Jason’s magic is demonic origin, so we have two options—counter it with holy magic, messy business that, violent reactions, OR we can trick it with stronger demonic magic cast so that it imitates Blood’s casting signature and lets us pass. Any questions thus far?” asked Klarion, seeing that Drea was clearly bursting. He decided to use the opportunity to grab more sweets.
Greedy, greedy, Teekl chided.
Sitting back in the chair she crossed her legs, sipping her tea. Watching in amusement at his attempt to appear gentlemanly, sort of cute actually. Manners clearly weren’t his strong point, but she ignored it, wasn’t really a bother anyways.
Puffing her cheeks at his grab of one book, and further assumption of her abilities, she attempted to argue a point “e—-“. Being cut off she rolls her eyes at him smirking, crossing her arms and listening to him, waiting for him to finish.
She snickers glad he was enjoying the treats, allowing her to speak. ” Ick… holy magic, not really my forte. and that’s one of my beginners books, the worst one you could have grabbed…”she huffs a bit at him.
“Well darling if there’s one thing I know about, it’s Etrigan… I grew up with his ever watching eyes on me by my father’s request, Jason on the other hand…”she grinds her teeth before continuing.” Brilliant idea getting in, but my concern lies with the endless amount of traps, tricks and curses we’ll run into, the house, Jason’s mansion, is like a maze at the best of times. I’m more concerned with the getting out if we trigger something.” she bits at her thumb looking off at the thought, before coming back and grabbing at a cupcake.
Noir stared at the boy from his shoulder vantage point, eyes wide he looked to Drea. Honestly, this is what you wanted to work with? Lord or not… He’s a brat. She slaps at him. ” keep it up and I’ll turn you into the pelt scarf everyone assumes you are”
Teekl mentally sniggered at Noir’s scolding until the amber, vulpine eyes fixed on her. She immediately resumed lapping her milk as innocently as possible.
Klarion was still too busy stuffing his face with cake to notice. At this point, he had given up on table manners entirely. Sugar always got the best of him. His mouth was full of an unattractive chocolate glob as he spoke.
“Weh, you’d be righ’ oh wo’y under normal circums’ancesh.”
Seeing Drea’s confusion, he swallowed hastily.
“There’s sure to be plenty of magical residue. Which is exactly why we’ll need a fail-safe, something to ensure we can get out in the event that Jason finds one of us.”
A little smile pulls at the corner of her mouth as he tries to speak, the chocolate glob hindering any ability to understand until swallowed. Her attempt to hold back the giggling failed before he went on, taking a few moments for her to compose herself once more, letting him finish.
” Magical residue indeed.. fail safe…hmm” she looks to the treats, to Klarion, and back again. Corking her brow in thought she hops out of the seat, kicking off into the floating tomes, high into the 20 foot ceilings she floated grabbing and throwing books here and there, ” No… no… or bloody hell your not it… no… “.Grabbing a old beaten black leather bound book, the cover blank but a sense of foreboding resinated, she returned back to her seat with a smirk. Flipping through as she sits she mutters. ” way out … a way… AHA!” she grins triumphantly looking up to him her ice blue eyes shinning. ” have you heard of Hansel and Gretel? “
The blank look on Klarion’s face was answer enough. He wracked his brain trying to recall if the names belonged to some obscure warlock or ancient witchfolk he should know. It didn’t ring any bells.
“No. Care to elaborate?”