"He is not a threat Clarissa," Sophie insisted, her voice straining. "And how do you know that?," her fellow Dean snapped back with a withering glare but her young blonde companion wasn't hounded. The exasperated fairy godmother sighed and turned away from her as she spoke once more. "I'm calling this in with Merlin and Agatha," she breathed, reaching for the aquamarine crystal ball, hovering above a chain of pumpkin vines on her desk.

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Sophie watched in panic as Dovey reached to the prism, about to throw away her one chance of love again. With just one call she would be able to trample  that chance. She would be able to burn that chance to the ground.

An opportunity  with Rafal. A shot that used to haunt her nights.
A ray of hope that hovered over her daydreams.
A love that used to be a wish.
A wish that used to be a mere dream.

But now it was a chance and Sophie is taking that chance.

And that chance is just hovering in the corner of her eyes. Like one of Evelyn's butterflies.

She could feel something rattling in her chest. Something that she had kept under wraps for so long , for the sake of her reputation. That feeling of emptiness that had been lingering in her. She kept asking herself "what if she didn't do what she did?" "What if she was kinder to Rafal?" "What if she had tried to understand what he wanted and why?" What if she was a better queen back then?" "A better fiancée?," "A better girlfriend？"

Guilt roared within her and so did the thoughts. She could almost feel something rip through the chains she had so tightly wounded around the feelings.

Those barricaded feelings swirled and churned within her, releasing fury, determination and want like a hurricane carelessly tossing things around in her. Those feelings set fire to every muscle, every sense and every thought. And now everything was fuzzy from the warmth suddenly enveloping her.

The feeling burned her inside out, the flame engulfing her. Her head pounded and her muscles ached. In a frenzy the blonde witch stabbed out her finger like ( she would describe ) Teddy would brandish Excalibur. A spiral of gnashing black slips shot out of her finger, forming a sleek black ribbon the size of her forearm. It stretched and lengthened smoothly and perfectly like a soft silk ribbon. If only a ribbon was associated with the shatter of glass and the rumble of concrete.

The sound shook the walls of the velvet lined room with it's rumbling presence, shocking Dovey to a 180 swivel. The black slip shook and wavered, curling around the sphere, dimming its glow. With a grunt Sophie pulled her hand back and the black ribbon yanked the ball back towards her. It shoved against her with such force she was thrown back, her back grazing the door. Her magic seemed to hold her back from crashing into the door. Sophie panted as she held the ball closer to her chest. "You're not turning anything to anyone," she seethed, looking up at Dovey through her hair.

The older woman gasped and stepped back as Sophie snarled, her teeth glimmering black. Sophie's eyes turned wild and crazed like a mad woman's , desperately looking for something her sanity could hook on. At her fellow Dean's reaction Sophie seemed to realise what she had done and straightened up. She gazed at the ball before turning to Dovey. Sashaying slowly towards her Sophie lifted her free palm and muttered, "forget this," as black and pink sprays of magic blew off her palm. Seeing Dovey freeze and her eyes glowing milky white Sophie walked out of the office but not before placing the ball back down unto the table with a loud thunk.

Creeping out of their office Sophie turned her head from side to side, searching for any sign of life. She stepped forward. Hunching over in the darkness she began her trot to her quarters.

Now she was just like the old Sophie, the witchy Sophie. Hiding behind the beauty of herself, shielding her hideous soul. Those words seemed to stab her through every time. She might as well be as impaled as Teddy if he had stayed at the Flower Ground two seconds later in second year. She felt so trapped in between all the fineries of the School Of Good. She could almost feel the feels of the truth squeezing around her heart, so hard it felt like it could burst at any moment. Her cheeks heated up and her hands started dripping sweat. All her efforts of staying Good crumpled. It felt like a snake slithering from the ground to her chest. She felt that snake burrow into her stomach with its fang making her shiver out of the cold mental pain, as the so called snake crawled up her chest, biting everything in its way.

It felt like fire, each bite. Fire softly dripping into your blood before roaring through your veins. Filling you with shame and regret. And now that fire was half swallowing Sophie alive in the darkness. Her breaths turned scorching and so did the air.

Ignoring her burning chest and her choked up throat  she walked on. Soon swirling to the catwalk joining her quarters and the School For Good. She stumbled towards the door and yanked open before slamming it close. She watched as Rafal whirled around, now changed. His feet bare, his hair wet and his skin glistening with droplets of water. He had somehow managed to find something that had fitted him in her extensive and still expanding closet.

Dressed in a glimmering silver princess vest over a black blouse and long striped grey dress pants the Evil sorcerer, seeming prince, swivelled to his once queen. She offered him a phoney, toothy smile and straightened up. "You look princely," she said as she stepped forward. "Do I look that tacky?," Rafal chuckled with a smile. He gazed into her spiralling emerald eyes, the mesmerising sight of them knocking the breath out of him. They seemed to keep extending forever and on. And Rafal was falling through them, so deep. And he just wanted to drown in those pools of glittery green at the exact moment.

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"So how'd it go?," Rafal asked as he watched his queen dry her hair off as she stared out of the window from her stool. Sophie froze and her hand stopped, her towel sopping to the floor. Rafal sensing his love's discomfort slinked to her and picked up the towel and began to pat her golden locks of silk like hair dry ever so softly. It was still so soft and silky despite being wet, Rafal continued to twirl her hair around his fingers, the only thing filling the silence Sophie's panicked breathing.

"We sorted it out," Sophie stammered, her shoulders shaking. Rafal stopped and made an "oh." "So why am I not on my way to Camelot to be publicly executed?," he whispered as he lowered his mouth against her ear, his hands now squeezing her shoulders. "Because whoever tries to take you is gonna die," she seethed in response, turning to face him.

Rafal smirked and softly raised his hand to her neck. As if hesitant to touch her Rafal bit his bottom lip and began to chew it slowly as he slowly let his long glacier like fingers drop unto her cheeks. Sophie didn't shiver, she didn't wince and she didn't complain. Rafal searched her eyes for any sign of discomfort from her but found none. He smiled gingerly and pushed his hand into her hair, hooking them at the back of her head. 

"You love me that much?"
"Even more"

"Well that's cheesy"

Their eyes ran to the door, meeting with Jalett's cold brown eyes. "How do you keep doing that?," Sophie half-screamed, pointing an accusing palm at her. Rafal's eyes trailed down to her feet and began to wonder himself at the sight of her silver dipped heeled boots.

She ignored Sophie's outburst and proceeded to hold up her hands, which glimmered with a pink and black glitter like substance. "Is that.......memory spell residue?," Rafal asked, launching up. "I think we all know how a memory spell works," Jalett drawled, eyeing Sophie with serpent like eyes. Sophie gulped and awkwardly raised her hand. "I-I-I don't," she stuttered with a strained smile. "Don't you?," the new Evil Schoolmaster purred.

"Alright, a memory spell goes like this. You'll have to cast the spell and then this glittery powder will just waver out of the victim's mouth. This was the memory the spell had removed. You can never completely erase memories but you can take memory," Jalett explained, fingering the dust.

"Really?," Sophie clucked, her smile widening painfully. Jalett didn't reply and began to glare her down. She twirled her hand upwards and with a strange incantation brought it down, throwing the dust to the floor. It dissipated with a bang and soon the whole room was filled with pink smoke like a galaxy had exploded.

Rafal watched as the scene unfolded in front of him. The scene disappeared, along with a gush of wind from the window. He turned to Sophie who was eyeing the floor guiltily. "You wiped Dovey's memories?," Rafal muttered, eyes wide. Sophie looked up at his sparkling sapphire like eyes. "Yes," she mumbled, rubbing her elbow.

"Is that what you find important?," Jalett barked. "Is there anything else worth of noting darling?," Sophie retorted. "Well.......," Jalett trailed off, her eyes to the door.

There stood a shock, seemingly frozen Hort. His breath was heavy and rushed and he was gripping the handle of the dual sided spear in his hand with enough force as to nearly crush it. "How?," he breathed out. "When?," he added. "Why?!," he roared, his eyes aflame. "Talk about relationship issues," Jalett mumbled under her breath.

The raven haired boy's hands shook from gripping the weapon so hard. The wood splintered in his hands and Jalett swallowed back a laugh in the form of a cough. "Anger issues much," she muttered, behind her hand. This time Hort heard her. Whipping his finger towards her, the pulse of blue plasma striped from his hand, heading straight for her heart. Jalett lifted her arms to form a cross as her eyes widened in horror. In that bit of second everyone there could've sworn her hair lightened and her eyes oscillated purple in the light of the deadly forest fire spell.

As the blue flames curled and nicked at her skin, her lips spread a wide and an inhuman scream ruptured from her lips. The shriek seemed to whirl around the room, creating a clear almost crystal like tornado which ripped and shredded through every item in the room. Ink bottles shattered, marble cracked, wood splintered, Sophie's wide collection of mirrors all broke unto the floor. The roof shook with the waves of noise, sending bits of concrete and wooden support beams tumbling down.

As a particularly loud shatter came from above her Sophie lifted her eyes to the ceiling and shrieked at the sight of the large wad of wood, metal and stone drappling towards her. Rafal, somehow hearing his lover's scream above Jalett's, pounced towards her. His foot launched off the marble in less than a second, his hands stretched far to the point it hurt. Feeling the taffeta in his grip he urged forward until he could finally envelope her warm soft skinned figure in his arms.

The world watched as their bodies crashed through the room, black curled around white like milk and poison. Rafal winced as his arm thudded against the marble floor and Sophie watched him with wide eyes.

Hort ducked away as a similar boulder meteored towards his head. Landing on his side, pain spread from his ribs.

Soon the screaming, shattering, breaking and rumbling stopped and all that was left was thick smoke of some kind. The dust choked up the companeers of the room and Hort let out a string of coughs. Rafal's fingertip glowed its deep black and another whirlwind sweeped through the room, this time not as violent but did its supposed job of clearing out the fog. As the last of the blasted brown smoke flew out of the widow Sophie's teary eyes finally cleared enough to make out a silhouette in the middle of the room. A circular section of the roof had caved through and standing in the middle of it was Jalett, like a prosecuted prisoner in the harsh court light. Surrounded by a ring of fallen debris of all kinds. Yet the most eye catching detail were the glass shards speared into the floor, tips edging in on her. As Jalett lifted her line of sight from the smoking burn on her arm to the cage like structure of the debris around, she convulsed in what seemed to be fear.

"Achhh," she screamed, backing away from the pointed stalactite like spear closest from her face and eyes. She let out yet another scream as the one planted behind her stabbed her in the tailbone. Whirling around in horror at the sight, her eyes flirted around madly as if each image of the ring of glass scorned her. Her outstretched arms glided over the ones surrounding her as they scraped and scarred at her olive skin earning the agony caused another shriek. The surrounding pieces protruded gore fully into her sides and each patch of skin, flesh and clothing it could reach which resulted in another exclamation of anguish and torment. With her frantically turning and jumping , the glass spears tore into her clothes and skin, shedding blood and ripped cloths from her sleeves unto the floor. And soon there wasn't a single tip not dripping the thick crimson life giving fluid in some way.

Rafal placed his hand unto the floor and pushed himself up, freeing Sophie from his hunking weight. Propping his feet up he completely slid off Sophie and began cautiously pace towards the clearly distressed little girl as the other occupants of the room gazed wide eyed at her in fear. "Jall," he said his voice soothing and soft like sludge gurgling about a river. The girl stiffened as his voice flowed to her. Seeing he had seemingly caught her attention Rafael began to steadily reach his alabaster palm towards her. His hands shook with uncertainty as he licked his lips in nervousness.

The girl turned to him with her horror struck eyes and Rafal could almost feel his frozen heart crash and shatter in his chest. She had stopped screaming and scurrying so he could finally get a good look to comprehend the damage the shards had clearly and deeply potruded on her.

The bishop sleeves of her Gibson blouse was shredded and torn to bits, her riding pants cut up to her knees with pieces of it littering across the floor. Her face, hands, feet, legs and neck was covered in deep red scratches like a monster's which was still dripping reddish blackish blood with some dripping seemingly silver essences.

"It's alright Jall," he whispered once more, now standing right in front of the ring.  And for once did he notice what it resembled. A crown. A jagged, blood tipped glass shard crown. But unlike him Sophie had the full view of the picture.

Rafal's ethereal looking figure approaching the battered and bruised Jalett. But that wasn't what caught her attention. The whole thing just looked so symbolic. So picturesque. Jalett in the stabbing crown. Like she was a princess, who didn't want to be one. The pain oozed from her in waves that radiated all throughout the room.

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"Leave"
"No"
"Please leave"
"Leave!!!"

Jalett reached her hand toward him. Rafal launched forward to grab it but was sucked back by the force winds of the portal unbeknownst to him she had reached out make. As he fell towards the black tunnel he felt something warm and silk like slip into his hand. It felt like a billowing piece of silk cloth  until it wrapped its slender fingers around his palm. Recognizing the strong but satin like grip Rafal closed his eyes and let out the breath he had been holding as he fell through the cold black hole. Satin like hand winded itself around his shoulders as a soft cheek landed on his collarbone and silk feeling locks of hair grazed his cheeks, he didn't need to open his eyes to know their color.

The same soft palm cradled the back of his head towards a taffeta covered chest as plum, smooth lips moved across the skin of his cheek. The peppermint breath fanned his ears as the words soothes the burns of Jalett's previous screams. "You saved me earlier. I'm gonna save you now."

The wormhole warped close with a funny sounding tinkle and the girl's attention was soon on Hort.

Jalett turned to him and snarled, "And you.....forget." She said, yanking her hand back viciously as her fingertips pulsed silver and a string of soft blue wisp shot out of Hort's mouth. He gagged and choked as it surged out as if it was being pulled out by an invisible force.

Jalett watched as the blue light spiraled into the vial of swirling colour dust on her neck, hanging by a thick leather strap. With a wave above their points the glass spears around her disintegrated into glittering platinum dust and fell to the floor. It swirled into captivating dust clouds before disappearing completely. Twirling her hand towards the sky, the roof repaired itself, her clothes stitched back together and Hort's spear pieced back into his hand. He was pushed out of the door by a ribbon similar to Sophie's ,only this time it was silver, as she left the room.

Walking down the steps she began to softly point at the burn mark and watched as little pulses of silver light floated off her fingers and began to sew the flesh back together. She winced as they pulled a particularly wide gash together with a sickening bubble. The blood dried back into her skin and pure new skin glistened in its place.

She turned to the cuts all over her and muttered a healing spell as she waved her hands above them. She stared at the ones on her arm, waiting for them to disappear. She gasped as they glowed purple and seemingly deepened. She huffed and pulled her sleeve to cover her whole arm.

"I thought it was over"