Chapter 1
"Okay now this should do the trick..."
Aria Sullivan was in her "kitchen", mixing items for a special "dish". Or rather, maybe those are the proper names to call them. From the outside perspective, it truly looked like a kitchen. Refrigerator, pantry, sink, stove, and fully stocked with ingredients. Common things you would find in Aria's kitchen however were Midas Touch, Liquid Luck, Silver Mist, and Cupid Kiss. The truth was that Aria was a magician, and a very good and young one at that.
"Oh, this recipe for Confidence Boost is so tiring! At this rate, I may have to just wing it."
Aria lived in a high rise on Fifth Avenue in the bustle of New York City, present day. The famous Sherry-Netherland overlooked Central Park and Times Square was only a mile away. It was a dream for any young adult to live in the tower of the Sherry-Netherland and to also attend a top performing arts high school, The Hammerstein Academy For The Arts.
"Okay, now all I need is a little of Visual Thinking." She searched for the navy dust in her assortment of spice racks and plucked the item from its spot. Rushing back to the stove before the mixture boiled over, she put some in it. Now all I have to do is wait 5 minutes. She thought. As the mixture shifted to a variety of blue hues, Aria mentally did the chorus steps to the upcoming summer musical, High School Musical 3. Though never a lead herself, she excelled in dancing and singing and she could memorize any part in a heartbeat. The problem was that she was overshadowed by another performer, Margarita Perez, a Spaniard that transferred to the school her sophmore year. For 2 years now, she had all the lead roles, but Aria was determined to get the lead starting the summer of her senior year. That was when she hatched the plan to make some Confidence Boost to use during her audition. However, she wasn't really concentrating on the routines or the potion because she was occupied with watching a movie, The Phantom of The Opera 25th Anniversary Performance at the Royal Albert Hall.
Once the movie concluded, the timer on her phone chirped which should have also meant a small puff of smoke was to rise from the pot on the stove. But alas, it stayed a navy color from the dust she added. Defeated, she packed up the ingredients and turned off the stove. Oh well, maybe I can pull off the audition without it. She sighed sadly and left the room, forgetting to turn off her computer and leaving the DVD out of the protective sleeve.
As soon as she shut the door, a large burst of wind came from the kitchen and almost blew the door off its hinges. Aria's dark locks blew every which way in front of her face and her white dress blew away from the door, signaling that she had probably summoned something else, something more tangible. She quickly turned on her midnight blue ballet flats and faced the door, unsure if she should face what was inside the room. Finally, she grabbed the brass doorknob and quietly opened the door to see that there was a person laying next to the stove. What did I do? She rushed to the unconscious person and picked up the dust that she really put in the potion, Wishful Thinking. It had the same hue as Visual Thinking, but she knew that she was careless enough to not check the label. She snatched the Spells and Potions book she had on the counter and turned to the Confidence Boost page. She added all the other right ingredients, Memory Dust, Sunflower Dew, and Cirrus Cloud Essence. The addition of Wishful Thinking was the warning at the bottom of the page. Warning! If Wishful Thinking is added, the magician will instead summon the closest thing to the pot making a sound and make the object tangible and living for a full year. Uh oh. The First day of summer and I summon a problem for my senior year. She finally looked at the person on the floor.
It was a man, to her surprise. He was dressed in a black tuxedo with a white dress shirt peaking out of the coat. He had a black cape and a black fedora covered his face. This isn't real. Gingerly, she picked up the hat and and to her shock it was. A white porcelain mask cover his face. It was truly a handsome face, defined facial features and full complexion, but she could she some scars peaking out from the mask. Just as she was about to rise, her knee banged against the nearest cabinet, making the Phantom open his eyes.
Hello! I don't own any reference used and love it when people comment and follow/favorite! Probably going to be an Erik/OC just fair warning but you never know, the creative juices are just beginning to flow.
Thanks,
Maya