The Magic Series

Disclaimer: I don't own Ben 10 or Ben 10: Alien Force and/or any and all related concepts and characters. I am a mere Fanfiction author.

Author Notes: Okay; Inspired by Chapters three and seven of 'The Art Series'. Oh and, friendly warning, I don't know Classical Latin or Latin grammar so just grit your teeth and bear with me when I make mistakes. They don't offer Latin at my school either. Also, even though this is a separate story from 'The Art Series' they do take place in the same 'canon' so to speak and on the same timeline and so certain things from 'The Art Series' will be mentioned but even if you didn't read that Fanfiction you will be able to keep up.

Rated: K+-T

Part One: Fiery…?

Rated: T

She catapulted upright, swinging her legs off the bed and standing up to stagger to the restroom to ready for the day. After taking a hot shower she got dressed and moved to the sink to brush her teeth when she caught sight of herself in the mirror.

"Crap!" she swore; her head was completely bleached white. She grabbed the bottle of hair dye and began running the water to dye her hair when she noticed something. The bottle was empty, completely and totally empty. "Crap!" she swore again, tossing the bottle to the trashcan and opening the medicine cabinet to find, "Crap!" she didn't have any more dye…and her mother didn't need to use dye yet.

"Crap, what am I going to do?" she muttered, staring at herself. White hair was so…unique that it may tip someone off to something. Besides going to school one day with nice deep scarlet hair and the next having bleach white hair? Definitely might tip off one of those conspiracy loons who might actually get onto something. She stared into the mirror, cursing her magic and the fact that it sapped her hair of color.

She looked like frickin' Charmcaster too! That wasn't too joy inducing.

"!" she called, "DO WE HAVE ANY RED HAIR DYE OF ANY SORT?!"

"NO! WHY DO YOU NEED IT?!" Jen Tennyson called back.

"NO REASON!" no way she was telling her parents about this; they may freak or try to send her with Verdona. No way was she risking losing her human way of life just because of some stupid little thing like hair color.

She ran back to her room, sliding to her bed on her knees and opening the drawer beneath her bed to reveal her magic stuff and she dug, frantically, through it to find the spell-book she had stolen from her arch nemesis all those years ago.

She began flipping through the pages, operating on the logical assumption that a young witch as vain as Charmcaster would have spells to alter one's physical appearance.

"GWEN! KEVIN'S HERE!" her mother called.

"BE DOWN IN A FEW MINUTES!"

"OH C'MON GWEN!" a male voice, which was that of her comrade Kevin Levin, called up, "I'M SURE YOU LOOK FINE; LET'S GO ALREADY!" she heard him thudding up the stairs and slammed the door shut with a shot of manna, calling "KEVIN ETHAN LEVIN! DON'T YOU DARE FORCE THAT DOOR!" even as she continued to look.

"Why not?!" he was outside the door.

"Because A) it's rude to break down peoples' doors and B) I'm still in just my towel."

"And why when you've had so much time…?"

"Because all my clothes have blood stains! I'm trying to find something not completely wrecked!"

She found it, pointing a finger at her head and summoning her magic, she whispered, "Facio meus niveus crinis inclino tenus rutilus!"

Briefly her scalp burned intensely and then the burn abated; she stood up to look in a mirror.

Hmmm, it was a little lighter than her natural hue but probably nobody would notice. She grabbed her bag and reached for a baseball cap and a rubber band to bring, just in case.