Sofia the First - Teenage Version - Cedric's Route

by Natnarf01

Sofia wasn't able to choose any of her friends or classmates to be her partner at Royal Prep, and she was told to get a relative of any of her royal servants to be her partner. She decides to ask Cedric for help when an accident happens in the Sorcerer's Workshop. Not to mention the chaos amongst the other young growing royals...Oh Boy...Will everything be alright?...

1. Chapter 1

Disclaimer: Sofia The First Belongs to Disney.

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The moment of tension...I, Natnarf, proudly presents... Cedric's Route!

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I know some of you readers may hate me already...But I did say that I was going to start off with 'Cedric's route' first! 'Cause that's what I've been working on since the very beginning...and I still haven't finished him yet...

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Sofia's POV

Just as I had made up my decision, my body had frozen on the spot. I couldn't move nor feel any part of my body, even my own voice had betrayed me as I helplessly stood and watched the other princesses get partnered with all of the princes in the room. James gets pulled on the arm by Amber, Hugo bows politely in front of Clio, Desmond lends out his arm to Vivian, Khalid and Maya cheerfully link arms, Jin went right away and hid behind Jun, Frederick and Mae are in a conversation where the world wouldn't bare to break their peaceful moment together, Zandar was trying to charm Hildegard with his usual charms and stories, and the other three princes were trying to get acquainted with the Arsinoe, Matillda and Penelope

When everyone has finally picked their male partners, my body was finally let loose and I felt a cold breeze brushed pass against my forearms. I tried to see where that cold air could've come from, but I didn't see anything that could've emoted that, nor were any of the doors and windows in the classroom open.

"Alright everyone." Ms. Fauna says. "Those of you who does not have a partner please come over here to me."

Seeing that I was already standing I went up to the blackboard and stood by Ms. Fauna. I was surprised to see that Leena coming towards the stage. I never knew that we really were short on boys in this room.

"Excellent. No more or less." Ms. Fauna says looking back and forth at us and the others. "The rest of you with your paired partners may discuss your themed dresses or clothing."

Everyone wasted no time and started chattering away.

"As for you two." Ms. Fauna faces Leena and I as we draw closer to her. "You both will have to find your own partners who is roughly around your age, just as long it is someone who is one of your staff around your household. Understand?"

"Yes, Ms. Fauna." Both Leena and I answered simultaneously.

"The dress code rule still applies to you both, so please remember that." Ms. Fauna waves her hand to dismiss us.

I let Leena go ahead, and I see her go towards the side of my desk. I quickly went to my desk and pulled out my chair to offer her to sit in it.

"It's alright, Sofia. I just wanted to have a standing conversation, like normal people would, if that's alright with you." She said to me.

"Sure." I said as I pushed my chair back into my desk. "So, are you alright not getting to be with any of our classmate princes?"

"Yes. I chose not to be any of them, I even expected my sister and brother to paired up together since they're are closer to each other than I am with them." Her head gestured towards Maya and Khalid. "Although I was surprised that you didn't get to partner with anyone at all."

"Really?"

"Of course. Being the most active princess among us girls, at least one prince would've been bounded to have tried to evade us other princesses and save his space opened for you, since you're practically one of the boys."

I only let out a small laugh in reply. I couldn't tell her that my body was possessed in the process of trying to go to a prince, that would just indicate that I was a coward and tried to avoid the princes, probably would make me look like that I was allergic to them.

"So who do you plan on bringing?" She asked me.

"Oh." I was suddenly brought to realization. "That's a very good question. Most of our youngest staffs are at least in their 30s. I'll have to ask Baileywick about everyone and their age."

"Well, I think I might ask one of our servants' if they have any younger relatives, if they have any at all. At least this way I could ask them about how their relatives thinks of us as their boss, or if they have any views about our kingdom and if they can think of any ideas to improve our country."

"That's...actually not a bad idea, Leena." I put my hands together.

"It is the only one I could think of at the moment. Too bad there's no actual wish or magic spell that could turn one of our most trusted staff a little younger, or they could temporary make a young person appear out of thin air, like a Cinderella-spell." Leena puts her hands together close to her heart. "I better start brain storming on which of our servants do have out-of-the-palace-relatives." She curtsies and leaves my desk to go back to hers.

Just then my brain clicked, along with the idea of having a person being created out of thin air. Since I don't stand out too much, I could probably ask Mr. Cedric to cast out a one-night person as a dance partner for me. That way I wouldn't feel left out at all. No one's going to want to have anything to do with a guest who isn't of royalty.

"Alright everyone. The school's over for the day. You may all continue your discussions on your own." Ms. Fauna waves her wand over herself and shrinks in size while leaving the classroom.

I tidy up my desk and summoned out my suspending box. Since I won't have a permanent desk from now on as an Advance...let's just shorten it to 'A.G.C.', 'Advance Girls Course' for short, so I took out all of my other remaining school things into my box from my desk. It would be hard to replace everything again if I had lost any of my school materials.

"Sofia."

I turned to see that it was Amber, whose arm was still tugging onto a depressed-looking James.

"You and Leena were left out. Did you both not have a partner?" She asked.

"Yeah. We both have to find one of our staffs or their relatives to be our partners." I said with a smile. "At least you both won't have any problems, you practically have many matching outfits that you both could go off in."

"I'd rather be partnered with my pet baboon than Amber." James mumbled. "I'm sure we'll spend hours tonight just choosing and picking clothes, and probably a few more on shoes alone."

"You know me best. I never go to a party without properly dressing up to impress the audience." She flaps open her fan with the free hand, professionally. "Let's get going. Every second counts you know."

I tried to stay on Amber's free side, just to avoid any awkwardness that might erupt between James and I while going back home.

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Cedric's POV

I placed in the final touch of adding the jar filled with the contents of Dragon's Breath, while holding a ready-to-close-lid on the other hand. Dragon's breath can easily escape through small gaps and cracks, so loosing even a bit of the breath would minimize its effect on the Fireworks Potion.

"Swap!"

I instantly make the change as I slid the lid smoothly onto the caldron. I had hammered the brim on both the caldron and the lid right down flat, I could almost take up on being a blacksmith if fate would let me take up on it for a try. I grabbed my four large wooden clamps and clamped the caldron and lid evenly in spacing in four spots.

"A few more seconds and it's done." I rub my hands together excitedly.

It basically takes just thirty seconds, but I don't like taking on chances, so I plan on waiting for five additional seconds. I decided to quickly sort out the clutter on my workbench while I wait for the potion to finish when I heard a 'Clink' sound to my right. I turned to see that it was a potion in a corked chemical bottle almost tipping over the edge. I quickly grabbed a hold it before it fell off the edge.

"Phew. That would've been a terrible disaster. " I wiped off a small drop of newly formed sweat on my forehead.

The blue hue colored potion in the corked bottle was my thirteenth ever successful Age Potion. Just like the Aging spell I had cast on Prince James that had turned him into a 2-year-old baby, the potion has almost the same effect, except it has a time limit, and the amount needed to be used is based on the person's age current age. If a man is in the age of twenty years and wanted to temporally be a ten year old, he would drink half the potion, and he would be a ten year old in an instant along with memory recollection. If he was thirty years of age and wanted to be twenty, he would need to drink only a third of the potion, both would have the same results and would last for 12 hours. One would really need a measuring cup to use this, an little bit of mathematical knowledge.

I placed the potion on the top of the highest book shelf above my workbench, and very quickly I finished clearing up the clutter and grabbed a clean and empty potion bottle from the rack for holding up potion bottles. I went over to the cauldron and quickly removed the clamps and set all four of them aside from the cauldron. Using on side of the bottle, I dip the tip of it and slowly scooped until an eighth of the bottle is filled and firmly corked the bottle in place. A perfectly violet colored liquid with misty swirls.

KNOCK! KNOCK! KNOCK! KNOCK!

Just in time.

"Come in." I said aloud.

The door opened and Princess Sofia comes in though the doors while holding a thick purple fabric in one arm. That's probably her horse riding clothes.

"Hello, Mr. Cedric." She says cheerfully as always.

"Princess Sofia, you came in just at the right time." I said as I showed her the bottle in my hand. "Here's the Fireworks Potion I promised you."

On the spot she summoned her storage box, as she opened the lid I went over and placed the potion into the box. I also wanted to check to see what things she's stored inside, and it is quite a lot, apparently, in perfect arrangement, leaving me a good amount of space to set down the bottle.

"I've never seen a student with so many...uh...material." I was trying to find some good words, which I failed to do so.

"We were all arranged into our new class settings, and so I had to get everything out of my previous desk so that no one would take any of my things." She said as she summons away her storage box.

"Oh. Did you leave any memories behind by any chance?" I asked.

"Memories?" She had a confused look.

"Whenever us sorcerer students leave their desk behind for the next batch of new sorcerers, we would leave some sort memory behind so that if we would ever visit the school we would find our 'marked' desk and be able to reminisce on our school life, trying to carve a name into the table, or a special coded message." My smile instantly turned around. "But I never did have any great memories back then."

"Oh. I never think there was such a thing. I tried to keep my desk as clean and tidy as I possible can, that I never got it to make a crack, not even a small dent." She placed her hand on the side of her tilted face.

"Maybe the smells from the cleaning chemicals might've stained into the table." I chuckled a bit. "Are you going to go about your rounds again today?" I pointed at the fabric in her hand.

"Oh. This. This isn't my horse riding clothes." She says while putting her wand back into a bracelet. "This is for you."

"For me?" I said as she hands my the thick material. "May I have a look at it now, Princess?"

"Sure. Open it."

I carefully unravel the material, which was a little heavier than I first thought. To my surprise I thought that the coat was already set right, but it was folded originally inside-out. I think this was the Princess's way of protecting the coat's design. I carefully reverse the coat, and when I finally set the coat right, my mind was literally blown away. The whole fabric's base was of the same color as my current purple robe, apart from the edges of the robe's sleeves and collar, everything else had been filled with golden thread in a design that almost looks like a tribal symbol or tattoo, in a pattern that even Madame Collette wouldn't dare to try on her own.

"I wanted to thank you for all of your hard work that you've done for me lately, and decided to make this for you as soon as I got home...uh...one and a half hours ago." She said, confirmed.

"You?! You finished making this whole thing from scratch?! Today?!" My lids went wide as the size of my own eyeballs, maybe even more.

"Yup." She said.

I tried to put on my robe, lapping the left on top of the right. Princess Sofia went over to my back and handed me what seemed like the two ends of a gold sash, which I didn't see earlier.

"I had stitched the middle part of the sash onto the back of the robe. At least the sash won't get lost or separated, much or less get stolen." She says.

I took hold of the two ends and tied two knots. You could tell that this was made from real gold as the color doesn't come off from the belt, any fake golden fabrics or clothing materials would have golden dusts or flakes coming off from the fabric, or leave any golden dusts on your hands after touching it. To think she would consider giving me something like this, is unusually odd, yet very likely of her to do so.

I took out my wand, the Elder wand, upon which I had inherited from my father almost a decade ago, and conjured a full body length mirror. My lips went and spread on their own as wide as it could go when I laid my eyes on myself in the reflection, for not even a whole dictionary book could express how much I really like the robe. It doesn't feel heavy as it looks, and it makes me feel...taller, bolder, and prouder even.

"I look...really good." Words had slipped out of my mouth, but I didn't care.

"Glad you liked it." She said.

I twirled around one last time before I started untying the knot on my golden belt.

"What are you doing?" She asked. "Are you taking it off?"

"I want to keep this clean and unsoiled." I said. "I still have a lot of cleaning up to do before I'm done for the day, then I could proudly wear the robe for the rest of the day."

"Ah. That makes sense" She said.

I went behind my dark red curtains by the staircase that goes down to a basement, and hung it up on a spare coat rack that was just standing by. I have been given sweaters and other simple clothing materials as gifts by the other castle servants, but this was the only clothing present that I have been given that is worthy for a pair of sore eyes like my mine. Handmade, pure golden fabric and thread, and made by a member of the Royal family. I am not about to spoil it with any bad chemicals or magic crystals.

I walked back to where the Princess is and the workbench that I had finished cleaning.

"Is there anything else you want me to make or create for the villages for you?" I asked just in case.

"Well, I do have one request." She said. "But it's not for the villages."

"Oh?"

"It's kind of...difficult, to say, uh, per se."

"What is it exactly?" I raised a brow as I went to grab the cauldron filled with leftovers from the Fireworks Potion.

"I..I need you to create for me...a person."

"WHAT?!" I let go of the cauldron just as I had a firm hold of it. It's a good thing I wasn't carrying it already or I would've dropped it.

"I need a partner to go with me tomorrow, for the school's Ball-Dance, and I have to bring someone who is around my age to the dance." She said.

I turned around and placed both hands on my waist, with a stern look.

"You want me to create a 'Human' partner for you, to a school dance?! Do you have any idea who I am?!"

"You're Enchancia's great Sorcerer." She said.

"Uh...Yes. Yes, I am." I smiled for a moment, but shook my head and looked at her. "But that's not what I meant." I almost got carried away with that flattery. "I am a Sorcerer! Not a Necromancer! Or something relating to that. I do not create 'Human' beings out of potions and spells, and as far as my skills can get me, I could only create wooden puppets for Puppet Theaters."

"I know." She says. "But you're the only one who I can think of, being such a famous sorcerer and all, I thought that maybe you could help me come up with a solution to my problem."

I resumed to the cauldron and carried it while talking to the Princess as I make my way to my main working table, but I laid the cauldron on the workbench as it was a little too heavy for my untrained arms.

"Princess Sofia, bribery could only get you somewhere, but not to the point where I could just conjure up a person out of thin air. And why can't you just your friends from the village? I'm sure there are some young men there whom you are friends with."

"I'm not allowed to have anyone else outside of our own castle, it has to be someone related to one of our castle staffs." She said with a sad expression.

"Hmm...well...I could- OUCH!"

I had forgotten about the large wound in my right hand just as I was tightening my fist to make into a pointer. I held onto my wrist just to ease the pain from stinging throughout my whole arm while leaning my back against the workbench.

"Mr. Cedric?" Princess Sofia was about to come closer, but I held up my left hand to stop her.

"Don't! The wound shouldn't be touched by any skin contact. Just stay where you are." I said as I took in another deep breath. "I'll be alright. Just don't come any closer."

"Mr. Cedric...please..." I could hear her pleading, but at least she was staying put.

I took a few more deep breaths before standing up straight. I took off belt from my robe and wrapped around my hand many times, but as I got to the ends of the belt I couldn't tie the ends together. I almost jerked when I felt a pair of hands taking the ends of my belt from my hands and tied them together for me. I couldn't reject the help this time since I really needed it. When she finished she tried to get a good look at me in my eyes, probably checking to see if I was injured anywhere else apart from my hand, but it was so hard to look straight at her as my eyes kept moving back and forward.

"...P-Princess Sofia..."

"Are you alright now?" She asked softly.

I only nodded.

I felt her hands let go of my hand and hear her shoes clicking back three steps altogether. I looked up to see her face and it was at its most saddest expression that would make one feel truly sorry for, even for someone like me. I didn't know what to do, I just reached out my good arm and placed my hand on her shoulder.

"...Princess..." It was the only word I could mutter as I gave a weak smile.

She smiled then, instantly working its powers to making all of my pain in arm go down the drain. That, is what I believe the power of her smile does, whether she has the amulet or not.

"CEDRIC!"

The door slams open and James runs in shouting out my name. I could hear the bottles and flasks around the room clinking together from the vibrations of the door working its waves around to me. It wasn't slowing down anytime and it was almost reaching the workbench. With my hand still on the Princess's shoulders, I used a good force and pushed her out of the way just as the cauldron falls to the floor and creates a lot of smoke all around.

"James!" I heard the Princess yelling out. "You went and slammed the door too hard again!"

"Wasn't my fault!" He shouted back. "I couldn't control the strength in my own arms! Where are you anyway?"

"I'm trying to look for Mr. Cedric! He's somewhere near the workbench-"

"DON'T COME ANY CLOSER, PRINCESS!" I shouted back. "J-JUST LEAVE THE ROOM AND CLOSE THE DOOR! IF ANY OF THE SMOKE GOES OUTSIDE IT'LL BE A WHOLE LOT WORSE THAN THIS!"

"BUT MR. CEDRIC-"

Just then I heard a glass break somewhere nearby, if there were many shards and the Princess were to step on them, who knows what the King will do to me.

"JUST DO AS I SAY! DON'T WORRY ABOUT YOUR PROBLEM!" I lied. "JUST COME BACK AFTER YOU'RE DONE WITH DINNER!"

I strained my ears as far as I could and heard the door close just as I could no longer hold my breath. Then I heard someone calling out my name, but I no longer had the conscience to recognize whose voice it was. I was then being lifted up by the arm and walked away from my spot. No sooner the smoke started to die out, and bit by bit the room was starting to get clearer again. When I could finally see the highlights on my furniture, I turned to see a person standing by the opened window. I slowly made out who it was and I started smiling as they attempted closing the window.

"...M-Mommy?..." It was like learning how to talk all over again. "...I-Is that...you...Mommy?..." And my ears were still ringing.

Just as I spoke, she turned to face me, with an expression I didn't expect her to show. She was probably upset with my performance just now. She came over to me, expression unchanged. I was expecting her to pinch on my face or start holding me around my waist, but she held onto my face with both hands, as if examining me.

"Goodwyn." she said. "I'm not seeing this wrongly, am I?"

I felt myself being slowly assisted down into a chair, and the grip around my arms left me. I looked up and saw my father, Goodwyn the Great, in front of me, with the same expression mother had on his face as he examined me as well.

"Is that really you, Cedric?" He finally spoke.

"Of course it's me." I said while my ears were still ringing. "Why are you both...looking at me like that- Uh!" I tried to hold my ears with my hands. I couldn't care less if my right hand was throbbing in pain.

"Do you feel...different or strange?" Mother followed.

"Uh...Not really...except for this...headache..." I said each word painfully.

"Cedric...Here." Father said as I heard a wand being flicked and waved. "Go and take a look."

I looked up and saw a large mirror, just like the one I had just conjured earlier when the Princess was still here. I slowly made my way towards it as I could see my mother closing the curtains on the large window. I was still wobbly, but I was regaining my strength a bit at a time as I draw closer towards the large mirror. My hand gets a firm hold of the mirror's surface and I gradually feel my way towards the frame edges of the mirror. I slowly looked up and see something else looking at me. It was a face of a different person, staring at me in the eyes, as if he was almost mimicking me, at the exact same time and movement. I paused for a moment, staring blankly into the mirror. Then I assume that this was my father's way of trying to get me back on my feet by insulting my facial features. I always knew that I was badly looking, that I never had a good face , which was why I was always never summoned out in public view.

I tried to turn to face my parents' face, but a small detail had caught the corner of my eye as I tried to face back into the mirror. My parents' normal reflections were still in the mirror, both side were still the same. Only in my reflection was a face I couldn't recognize, not even I would've believed it if my parents weren't the ones around now. I tried to move my left arm, the reflection did the same. I moved my head slowly turning side to side, the reflection still followed. When I tried to lift my right hand, I could see a purple sash wrapped around the reflected hand, along with the very same knot that the Princess had done on mine not long ago. I looked at my own hand and carefully unravel the sash on my hand, I dropped the sash and took off my glove, the wound was still there. I showed it to the mirror, and the reflection did the same, showing me the open wound.

"Is that...me?" I was almost scared by my own voice as I finally realized that my ears were not longer ringing and I could hear clearly. "Is that...really me...in this mirror?" I said once more to make sure my hearing wasn't wrong.

I slowly see my mother walking up to me in the mirror.

"I'm afraid so. This is most certainly the 'You' that both your father and I are facing at the moment." She said while hugging me. "This is the 'Cedric-kins' we're facing at the moment." She pauses and quickly takes my wounded hand. "What happened to your hand?!"

"This was from an earlier accident when Prince James came in here the other day." I said while trying to wrap it back in with the sash.

"Here." Mother says and points her wand at my wound. She conjured my hand wrapped up in bandages, where I'd still be able to move my fingers freely.

I scratched the back of my head, avoiding the ponytail that was still intact on my hair. I looked at the mirror once more to get a good look at myself. The front part of my hair was no longer in a shade of gray, but it has turned to an incredibly solid white color, like a more shinier and lighter blonde. My clothes were stretching a bit due to my once skinny-figure to my current more firmer body. My sleeves and leggings were almost giving out, but I tried not to breath too excessively as I might tear out the only clothing I had left. My stomach was not only flat, it had a few lumps just as I rub my stomach straight downwards. I could even feel the extra little weight in my legs as I tried to shift my feet to position myself. The only smallest change I've found is my nose, which only shrunk by a fourth of its original length. My robe was almost about to give in.

"Here." Father says as he waves wand.

I watched as his magic dusts particles fly around me. When the dusts have disappeared I tired stretching around to test out my clothes. The material of my clothing had became stretchy, even my trousers. I also had a new pair of fingerless gloves, covering the wound bandage. The few things that didn't change were my robe, which was already in my father's arms, and my shoes, which were still the same ones and size. The style of my clothes had remained the same. It was then I noticed how broad my shoulders were when I shifted my attention from my clothes to my arms as I try and move my arms around.

"I've rematerialized them to your built and size." He said. "But we can't hold onto this design forever-"

"My! Oh my!" My mother started clapping away. "I've never seen my son look so manly and handsome! Lemme hug you for a bit, Cedric-Kins!"

I struggled to try and not get myself crushed, only to remember that I am no longer thin enough for her hug me around in one whole embrace since she was hugging me half way.

"Ehem. As I was saying." Father disrupts the awkward moment, thankfully. "Let's try reversing you back to your normal self with a spell." He takes out his wand and points at me. "Biggicus growamuss, This spell undoitus!"

The magic particles shoots out from his wand and hits at me. But when I looked into the mirror, I was still in the same new image.

"Huh?" I exclaimed.

"'Huh' indeed." Father said as he scratched his head. "Okay. Let's try this. 'Reverso!'

I stood in front of the mirror as the spell hits at me again, but I still remained unchanged.

"'Undosium!'"

Still nothing.

"Takebackitus!"

Nothing again.

Father kept on casting spells, one after another, even going as far as using a reversing potion on me, until his arm was too sore to hold it up anymore and stopped conjuring anymore spells, while catching his breath.

"This is very odd." He said. "They should've worked. Any one of those spells should've worked on you. How are none of the spells not working so?"

"Maybe I should try them on myself." I said and took out my wand, the Elder wand.

I conjured all of the spells he did, including some of my own ones, but none of them seemed to be working either.

"It's...very strange." I said.

"If both of us can't seem to be able to do it, then we have to find the exact antidote or counter spell meant for this problem. We must first figure out how did this happen and what did this to you. Hm.." He thought for a moment. "What were you doing just before the thick smoke filled the room? Could you think of anything that might've caused your transformation?"

"Hm...I only remembered that the cauldron filled with the Fireworks Potion mixture spilled onto the floor from the workbench over there-" I suddenly recalled the small incident with Princess tying my wound bandage up and shook my head to brush it off.

"Are you alright?" Father asks. "Do you have a headache or-"

"Huh? Yes, yes, yes. I'm alright. Just recalled that my head is still crashing in the-"

Just as I mentioned 'crashing' a flashback of a glass breaking had replayed in my head. I looked up where one of my highest shelf was, then I looked on the floor. A potion bottle with blue hue colored liquid was on the floor with the top and the cork cracked apart. I gently moved mother off my waist without asking and I immediately picked up the bottle without spilling, and from what I remembered, it seems that a third of this has been reduced from its original amount.

"I think this is what got mixed into the Fireworks Potion mixture." I said as I carefully held the bottle by the base. "Exactly a third of this got mixed into the mixture."

"May I ask what that is?" Father asked as his tone sounded worried.

"It's the Age Potion that I-"

"AGE POTION?!" He yelled. "AND THAT'S THE FIREWORKS POTION?!" He pointed towards the liquid coming out from the cauldron.

"Y-Yes." I was a little startled. "T-That's right."

"Oh no...no...no...no...no..." Father's voice started fading as he put his hand on his forehead, almost as if his head was getting to heavy for him to carry on his own.

"What's wrong, Goodie?" Mother went over to him.

Father didn't answer right away, but it took him a few good moments before he removed his hand from his head and looked at her with really sadden eyes.

"I'm afraid...we have a time bomb ticking in our son." He says.

"What?!" She yelped.

"But I don't feel like I've swallowed a Bomb Potion...if there ever was one." I was trailing off.

"There is one kind of magic that has stopped from being passed down after my generation, Cedric. Wait here while I get the book." He says while going up the staircases around the wall.
Mother goes to my side as we watched him go up until he reached a window where I would usually attempt to grow rare magical flowers as some of my magical ingredients needed for some spells. Just at the side of the wall he taps his wand in some sort of pattern against it, and out comes a book magically emerging from the side of the wall, as if watching a book melting in reverse.

"There was a book there?!" I spoke my mind. I was still not used to my new voice.

"Why would you hide a book in such a place?" Mother was surprised as well as I am.

"I hid this, for a good reason." He says walking down while flipping through the book. "This book was handed down to me by my father, from his father, and so on and so forth. I have seen what the spells from this book can do, and believe me, there are spells far too terrible and terrifying to cast out, even with someone with as much experience as I have."

I'm sure he is just trying to show off his amazing knowledge and wisdom to mother, but I didn't care about that, I wanted to know the contents of what that book has inside.

"This book is the other partner of the Elder wand, the one I had given to you a few good years ago. Only with the Elder wand you can cast the spells from this book. If the spells cast from this book were to be said wrongly even by one word or used with a different wand entirely, you would be inflicted with part of a terrible Demon Boar's facial features, an ancient demon too terrifying for one to even look at, not even for three straight seconds. I never dared to cast any of the spells from here, but I did see what it had done to my father, for it had terrified my mother to the bones, she even spends most of her time helping the homeless outside instead of doing it all at home."

He finally stops flipping as he reached the last step of the stairs, walks over to us with the book still opened facing him. He clears his throat just as he stops walking.

"In the third section's 'Forbidden Potions Combinations'...the second one...Ah ha! Here it is." He points gently as the pages of the book were so old and crisp that one wrong strength could crumble the whole thing into dusts. "Cindora's Clock. The name was inspired by two most famous princesses in the world, mainly because of the magic that cast onto them: Cinderella's Midnight Spell and Aurora's True Love's Kiss. This potion is mixed with two potions: the Age Potion and the Fireworks Potion.

"The Fireworks Potion can be used in any amount, but the Age Potion is base on the drinker's age and the required dosage needed to be measured. For example, the drinker is fifty years of age, he shall calculate the Age Potion as fifty. If the drinker wants to be ten years younger, he shall only drink a fifth of the potion. If the drinker wants to be thirty years younger, he shall only drink three fifths of the potion, just as long as he remembers the Fireworks Potion should be mixed into it. To release the potion's effect, one must find his other half, his partner, his soul mate, and with a kiss shall the curse be lifted and broken.

"The Cindora's Clock can be categorized in both the 'Good' and the 'Bad' list. The 'Good' reason is that this can help the person, the one who shall drink the potion, to find his other half, his partner, his soul mate, without having to go through multiple heartbreaking relationships and unsuccessful marriages.

"The reason for the 'Bad' spell is mainly due to the time limit that is given to the drinker, he has to successfully find his other half, his partner, his soul mate, within the time limit before his soul...is drained away from his body. For every time his feels anxiety, jealousy, or sadness, his heart beats two times faster, thus the potion gets absorbed into the heart a lot more than normally, although this only happens when the drinker is transformed into the younger self, and the transformational change is every twelve hours, on every strike of twelve." My father ends the reading by closing the book with one hand.

I slumped down onto the floor as realization hits me in the head, telling me that I've only got a year to find my other half, my soul mare before I am to vanish from this world forever. I haven't even accomplished my dream of taking over the Enchancia Kingdom, and I've done no wrong doings to anyone or anything as of late, yet my life has been reduced to only one year, or less than if I were to get emotionally negative.

"Goodie?" I hear Mother sounding worried. "Isn't there anything else in the book that could help us, for our son?"

I looked up and saw father, on his knees, staring at the book in his hand.

"...There isn't, Winifred...there isn't...THERE ISN'T ANYTHING I CAN DO!"

He yells out as he throws the book to the floor. A cloud of dusts comes out of the book as it hits the floor. He holds his hands into fists as he starts hammering hard into the stone floor. Mother helplessly trying to hold his hands, stopping his from hurting himself while she desperately tries to stop her flowing tears from running down onto her dress.

I decided to make my decision as I slowly stood up on my own two feet, then I went over to my parents and knelt down in front of them.

"Father, Mother." I said. "I won't give up just yet."

My Father looked up at me with swollen eyes when he stopped moving his red beaten hands.

"What ever do you mean, Cedric?" Mother asks.

"Father, you have not once read out or mentioned anything in the book that there was a spell, incantation, or potion solution that could reverse my problem. It only mentioned that I have to find a soul mate to be able to break my curse, which I know will be impossible to find. Maybe, and this is just a thought, that there could be a missing page related to it in the book, or that there could be a follow up of the subject in a second book that even you might not have heard or seen of. Don't you think it's worth to try and give it a search, rather than to just give up and hurting yourself away on the hard ground?"

Father slowly looked up and our eyes met, then on his knees he slowly crawls towards me and gives me a firm hug. One could tell that he really wanted to let it all out, but he was too proud of a man to show any tears in front of mother. He then pulled away with his hands still on my shoulders and looked up at me.

"You do know what this means, for you at least." He said.

"Uhh...What?"

"That whenever you're going to change from your older self, to the younger self, you'll have to hide from everyone, including the King himself." He said as his voice deepens by each word. "Especially Princess Sofia!"

I tried to think of an idea or a solution to say my way in case I do stumble upon a situation like that, but I got nothing.

"I've got one, for the time being at least."

The both of us turned to mother who pulled both of us up, with her visible dried tears still stained on her cheeks.

"We could always say that you're going on a vacation to visit us, and you won't be back until half a year later. Then you could hide inside here since nobody will come into this room until your supposed return date." She said.

"Hmm. That could work. What do you think, Cedric?" Father seems satisfied with the idea.

But I shook my head.

"I'm afraid that won't do. Princess Sofia always manages to come inside anytime she wants to since I told her that she could come into the workshop and tidy up the place, whether I'm around or not. Even without the special key to this room she somehow manages to let herself in." I said, recalling how she's actually entered here on a number of occasions, without my physical presence. "Besides, asking for a vacation for that long would state that I wanted to retire. I can't do that."

"Hmm..."

Both mother and father tried their hardest to think of a solution, but nothing came to any one of our minds as moments turned into seconds, and seconds turned into minutes. The both of them even went up and down the book shelves to try and find a 'second' book, but it wasn't long before their age caught up to them and got them exhausted after just searching through only the first two rows of books on the first shelf. I went over to my dark curtains attempting to search for anything useful down the basement until something flashed into my eyes. I looked and saw the coat rack with the robe filled with golden stitches that the Princess had just given not too long ago. The happy look she had on her face when I wore it onto myself in front of her. It's a shame that I won't get to wear it as often as I thought I would. It was such a nice feeling to have when you are given a gift as they're the only ones who truly appreciates all of your hard work that you put into your work, and they've been with you right from the start.

KNOCK! KNOCK! KNOCK!

"Cedric?" It was Baileywick's voice.

I ran back from behind the curtains as my parents quickly went down from the shelves.

"What do we do, Goodie?" Mother panicked as she whispered.

"Open the portal to Mystic Meadows and go back first, I'll handle it from here." Father whispered back and hands her my robe and the book.

Mother gave me one last wave as she waves her wand and opens a rainbow warping portal, she walks through it until she disappeared.

"What's your plan?" I whispered to him.

Just then Baileywick opens the door and walks in, letting himself inside.

"Cedric! How many times must I-" He pauses upon seeing father. "Mr. Goodwyn! I didn't know that you were in here! Are you here to see His Majesty? Oh, where are my manners? How rude of me! I apologize! How are you? How's your wife doing? And-" He turns to see the fallen cauldron with its contents still all over the floor. "Oh my goodness! What on earth happened in here?"

"Oh. Don't worry about it. I kind of barged in on my son by accident while he was working on a potion. Just don't let anyone touch it." Father smiled in response. Waved his hand. Just like that. Magic.

"Alright then." Baileywick then notices me. "Oh. And you are...?"

"I...I...I-"

"He is...Jaime." Father cuts me off. "He is a student at Cedric's old Sorcery school. Ha ha. That's right. He is assigned to be on self-study leave under my supervision, in preparation for...uh...his finals that are due in six months time."

"Oh. It's Jaime with a silent 'J' sound. What a fabulous name," He held out his hand to me after giving a slight bow. "Good to meet you. I'm Baileywick, the Butler of this castle."

"Uh...I'm Jaime. A pleasure to meet you, too." I took shook his hand in return, almost hesitated.

"Such strong hands." He says as he massages his hand. I might've gripped onto his hand a bit too tight. "Mr. Goodwyn. His Majesty is looking for Cedric. Is he around by any chance?"

"Ah. Yes. About that." Father clears his throat. "Uh...I'm afraid you've just missed him."He points at the portal just behind us. "He just went to Mystic Meadows."

"Why is he there?" He adjusted his glasses.

"You know of the recent illness that has been spreading around? Well, it has also hit some of our folks back at Mystic Meadows, and we don't have enough hands to help out with aiding them. That's why I came here to ask for Cedric's help." Father explained, convincingly.

"But we need Cedric to stand by in case someone else in the castle also gets infected, Mr. Goodwyn." He was starting to sound concerned.

"Ah. That's where Jaime here comes in." Father points at me. "Even though he's still in preparation for his finals, he is capable enough to help out. You have to understand that none of the folks back at Mystic Meadows don't really trust Jaime yet to be cured by him. Of course, I'll try and make the folks get used to his presence and skill, and to do that I need both Jaime and Cedric to do half-day shifts."

"I'm gonna assume this as a guess. So...Jaime will be with us from noon to midnight, and Cedric from midnight to noon, am I correct?" Baileywick crosses his arms and uses his finger to visually imagine a clock in front of him.

"Exactly." Father says strongly. "I'd like to tell this to King Roland myself, but I'm afraid I must be heading back myself as soon as possible. Do you mind if you could-"

"Tell His Majesty myself? It would be my pleasure, Mr. Goodwyn. Jaime will be in safe hands, I promise." Baileywick says happily.

"Alright. I just need a few words with Jaime here, if you don't mind." Father nods his head.

"Of course. And please, do take care of yourself, Mr. Goowyn. Jaime, I shall be waiting outside for you when you're done." Baileywick bows and walks out through the door.

I looked at father with the most troublesome look on my face, and he could clearly see that as he pats me on the shoulder.

"I hope you do not screw this up, Cedric. I shall be back five minutes before twelve tonight, to open the portal for you just to go over to the other side and transform back into your real self and come back here to the workshop. Remember, just act normally, and think about your answers before you speak. They may ask you a lot, but I know that you can handle this."

"But father! What do I do if I screw things up? What if-"

"There's no 'what ifs' in this situation, Cedric. it's either face it or run." He says as he puts something into my hands and holds them together firmly. "Please, do things right, for your own sake." Then steps into the portal and the portal closes by magically shrinking and vanishes.

I took a deep breath and heavily let it out. Then I opened my hands and saw a dark and thick folded cloth in my hands. I quickly flopped it open and a very dark green colored cape was in my hands. He must've realized that my robe might be too small for me and gave me a cape instead. I quickly snapped on the cape around my neck and took my Elder wand, but remembered that only 'Cedric' has this wand. I briskly went behind the curtain and took out my special wand case, an earlier Wassailia gift Princess Sofia also gave to me a few good years back, and placed my Elder wand in it, and store away the box. I went to my working table and took one of the spare wands in the cylinder container and magically slid it up my sleeves, and realized on the spot that my magic skills are still alright. I turned to check on Wormwood's bird stand, who was already looking at me. I guess he understands what's happened to me and didn't panic all over the place.

"I hope all goes well, Wormy." I said.

"Ark! Ark!" He replied.

I turned towards the door, opened and closed the door. On the one of the gargoyle statue's toes on the right of my door has a small space compartment, I open it and was about to slip the key right in it when I suddenly recalled how I had opened this toe Princess Sofia when she was younger and had just arrived from her Royal Prep school soaked in water from head to toe. I closed the toe of the gargoyle and slid the key up in one of my sleeves like I did with my wand. Now I know for sure that none of the

I proceeded to walk down the spiral staircase and found Baileywick standing right at the foot of the staircase. I was about to given my unwelcoming expression, but I reminded myself that I am currently known as Jaime, Cedric, and tried my best to smile.

"Did I take too long?" I said with hesitation.

"No. Not at all, Jaime." Baileywick smiled. "Shall we get going?"

"O-Of course, uh, Mr. Baileywick."

"None of that now." He made a 'no' with his finger moving side to side. "Just call me 'Baileywick'. Only the castle staffs in training call me that. You are with Mr. Goodwyn, so just please call me like he does, Jaime."

"Uh...alright." I gave my answer. "Please lead the way, uh, Baileywick."

"Excellent. Right this way." He says happily.

I walked along right beside him. I looked out of the window, only to realize that it was already getting dark as the sun was setting. I looked along the hallways and saw how the light of the sunset illuminated the area. It was really beautiful.

"It's...a really nice color." I spoke my mind.

"Do you mean the sunset?" Baileywick says.

"Uh...Yes. Sorry, I kind of spoke out my thoughts just then." I said.

"It's alright. It's kind of nice to know that there are some people who take a moment of their time to enjoy of what nature has to offer." He says as he looks out through the hall's windows. "Tell me, do you usually go on hikes or camping?"

"No. I never really had the time to." I replied.

"Usually studying, right? Don't worry. One of these days, maybe you and I could take on a trip together and camp somewhere, let's say, in Peppertree Forest." He says.

"Maybe, but I don't usually go well with Mother nature." I raised a brow.

"Oh, I'm sure it'll be alright. It'll be fun." He giggled.

I always thought of him as a nuisance, since we always disagree with each other as we never liked one another, probably because he's always picking on me like I'm some of teenage rascal, but he's really not so bad at all when you actually get to know him on his good side.

It took awhile before we finally arrived at the doors of the Royal family's dinning room. He opens the doors on both handles and walks us both into the dinning room. The whole family was present: the King in the chair at the end of the table with his right side facing us, the Queen was sitting on the King's right side facing in my direction, Prince James was chewing loudly and is eating as if he was a hungry bear next to the Queen, Princess Amber was sitting to the King's left side with her back facing me, and finally Princess Sofia sitting after Princess Amber with her back also facing me. The King takes notice of us and puts down his set of knife and fork.

"Excuse me, Your Majesties." Baileywick announces our arrival to the Royal family. "I have here a guest who will be staying with us for a while. This young man here is Jaime, he's a young Sorcerer student who is preparing for his finals that is due in the next six months, so that he could graduate and become a full pledged Sorcerer."

The King takes his dinner napkin and gently taps his mouth clean. He then stands up and holds out his right hand.

"It's a pleasure to meet you, Jaime."

"Oh. It-It's an honor to meet you, Your Majesty." I went over and gave a bow before I took and shook his hand. I was trying my hardest to smile as normally as I could. "P-Please forgive me if I'm not behaving in a proper way, Your Majesty. I-I'm not used to such, um, surroundings."

"Ha ha. It's alright. It's just going to take some time getting used to things, that's all." He holds Queen Miranda's left hand and helps her up from her seat. "This is my wife, Queen Miranda."

"It's an honor, Queen Miranda." I bowed this time, without a pause.

"Thank you, Jaime. Please, make yourself feel at home." She curtsies and sits back down in her chair.

"And these are my children. Why don't you introduce yourselves to our guest?" King Rolland says as he sits back down into his chair and takes a sip from one of his drinking cups.

"Hui-yha. I'ahim Pur'nce Ja'mes." Prince James says with his hand still holding the almost finished chicken and his mouth full of chicken.

"James. Mind your manners." Baileywick tells him off.

"GULP! Sorry. It's just very tasty." James swallows, but takes on another bite after he finishes his sentence.

"I'm sorry you have to see this, Jaime." Baileywick turns to me and apologizes on the Prince's behalf.

"It's alright." I replied. "S-Strong young men should always eat more to preserve their strength to, uh, keep themselves energized to last until the day ends. That's what my mother always used to say to me."

"I guess that's true." Baileywick shrugs and smiles. "You must have a great mother."

Princess Amber puts down her set of utensils, stands out of her chair and curtsies.

"I'm Princess Amber. Hope you try to get used to castle life. It's usually hectic and demanding." She says as she sits back down. "Especially when I'm around."

"Thanks for the advice, Princess Amber." I replied with my head bowing. "I think." while raising a brow.

Then finally Princess Sofia stands up from her chair and walks over to me. As she comes closer I suddenly recalled about her request from earlier, about creating a person out of magic as her dancing partner.

"Oh! Princess Sofia!" I blurt her name out by mistake upon thinking of that flashback.

"Huh?" She says when she stops in front of me. "You know who I am?"

"Uh..." I almost panicked, but I bowed to hide my reaction. "Ah, yes. Both Mr. Goodwyn and Mr. Cedric has told me a great deal about you."

"Ooh. I see. And how do you know both Mr. Goodwyn and Mr. Cedric?" She asks.

"I'm a Sorcerer student on study leave from the same school that Mr. Cedric used to attend and graduated from, and Mr. Goodwyn is my assigned Supervisor for my six-months-self-study-period. I'm studying for my finals, you see."

"Wow. That's amazing." She curtsies. "It's nice to know you, Jaime. I hope you and I will get to know one another a little better." And gives her big innocent smile.

"But of course, Princess." I nodded. I was glad this time she pronounced the name correctly, unlike before when she first arrived here and kept on calling me 'Cee-Drick'. It was pretty annoying too, reminded me of a certain person I used to have trouble with.

I had to control myself from getting nervous, because her smile alone is a dangerous weapon, and once my true identity is known, everyone will try to get rid of me.

"Is it hard to become a Sorcerer?" Queen Miranda asks.

"Huh? Uh...Yes. It's quite hard actually, Queen Miranda. My, uh, front hair, has been drained of its color because there are times that I, uh, don't quite remember what or how to say the spells and incantations properly. I make mistakes far too often when I conjure up any spells, thus, my front hair resulted into the color that it is now." I point to my white front hair.

"Jaime!" James called out for my attention. "If I were to cast a whole or half a spell wrong, would my hair color change depending on how frequent I do? Would saying different kinds of spells wrongly also differ?"

"Oh ho ho, No, no, Prince James. It's either you'd get white hairs or gray hairs, and I personally would rather get gray hairs." I laughed a little. "It shows you've gotten less mistakes."

"Oh. Too bad." James went to continue on his food. "It would've been cool to get a green color. I could always look like a dragon and try to scare Zandar."

"Why on earth would you want to do that?" My thoughts slipped out of my mouth, but no one seems to mind.

"So Cedric's actually better on his spells? In my opinion, it doesn't seem to make any difference no matter how much you look at it, Cedric would always make a fool out of himself, worse than you, Jaime."

I wanted to tell her off about that, but I just cleared my throat and remained smiling.

"At least you're finally preparing for your finals, right? That's what counts." Sofia comments.

"Uh...right, Princess." I replied. "That's right. Heh he." and gave a big grin. It's really hard to shift emotions between these three. Any more of this silliness and I could go berserk, instantly.

"Well then, why don't you join us for dinner, Jaime?" The King asked. "You must be hungry, having to come here at this time of the night. You can take a seat with us while Baileywick goes to get Cedric for you."

"About that, Your Majesty." Baileywick quickly follows. "Jaime's not here to look for Cedric. He's here because of him."

"What do you mean, Baileywick?" King Roland looks up with a curious look.

"Jaime has currently changed shifts with Cedric, and Cedric is now in Mystic Meadows."

"Changed shifts?" Amber raised a brow.

"Some of the old folks back at Mystic Meadows also got infected by the recent illness that's been going around in some of the places, and they needed Cedric's help since they don't have enough sorcerers around to help out with the medical cure. Jaime isn't a graduate yet to be able help out with such a mission, but he is allowed to help and work around the castle as a Royal Sorcerer for the time being, for a period of six months."

"Why is that?" Queen Miranda asks.

"Mr. Goodwyn was afraid that I might make the old folks feel uncomfortable, especially since I'm a stranger to them and they might misjudge me for what I am. One look at my hair and you can tell that I have failed at least on a good number of spells. If I were to conjure up any complicated spells and did them wrongly on the old folks, I would be blamed and they would never give me a second chance, it's their lives that we're trying to save after all. Deep wounds and death, not even magic could undo those no matter how much you tried." I said with confidence.

"Very wisely said, Jaime." Baileywick certainly was impressed.

"How do you plan on having these shifts with Cedric, Jaime?" The King asks.

"I shall be here from noon to midnight, and Mr. Cedric will be here from midnight to noon." I answered.

"Couldn't you just help out with Cedric? That would be a whole lot of help than going through back and forth between the castle and Mystic Meadows. You could always stay out of sight until you are called for, right?" Amber stabs her food and puts it into her mouth.

"Princess Amber. I would take this opportunity to apologize to you in advance. As a princess you'd normally host tea parties and such. Tell me, how many of the castle's staffs do you usually ask to help you set up the tea party for you? And are they usually the same staffs that for every set up that you do?"

"Hmm...usually two to five, and yes, they're always the same ones." She answered after finishes chewing her food inside her mouth, then grabs another bite after she finishes her answer.

"If I were to suddenly help you arrange one of your tea parties in place of one or all of your usual staffs without any prior knowledge on how you usually arrange your parties, would you be alright with that?" I said.

She suddenly stops chewing, then looks up at me with a hard stare. For once she didn't answer back or reply, and having that feeling of victory deep inside of me, I smiled wider than ever.

"I understand what you mean." Princess Sofia answered. "I once went through something similar, and there was a time that I got really embarrassed and thought that I'd never fit in with everyone since I was once socially different, but in time I was accepted." She turns sideways to glance at her sister. "By everyone." Then she faces back to me. "I'm sure in time, you will be as well."

"Thank you, Princess Sofia." I replied. "Also, if any one of you here got infected, who will tend to the sickness?"

Princess Amber shot a glare at me. I think I just made an enemy.

"Oh." Princess Sofia's eyes suddenly shot wide open. "But if Mr. Cedric's there now, then he wouldn't have time to help with my problem." Her face went gloomy.

"What's the problem, Sofia?" The King asks her in his chair.

She proceeded to go over to the King's side.

"Actually, we're supposed to have a Tea Party at school tomorrow, but today we were told that it was changed into a Ball-Dance, and that I was one of those who didn't get paired up with anyone. I asked Mr. Cedric this afternoon to help me with the problem and that he would have a solution by the time dinner was over, but it looks like I won't be able to-"

"I-I beg your pardon, Princess." I quickly went over and interrupted her. "Mr. Cedric did not forget about your problem."

"Oh. So...he actually did it?" She raised her brow.

"It's actually because of your problem that I decided to personally come here and meet you all." I said. "It would be an honor if you'd accept me to be your partner for tomorrow's ball." I said with closed legs and took a very deep bow with my right hand over my heart. "That is if you will take me up on it."

I looked up with my head still bowed down, and I could see her reaction was somewhat surprised as she looked from me to her father.

"Oh. Uh, if the King and Queen permits me of course." I quickly added before I get told off for being rude.

"I think it's alright since you're with Goodwyn. What do you think, Miranda?" The King turns to his queen.

"I don't mind." She answers happily. "Oh. Do you have anything to wear for the dance, Jaime?"

"And please, stand back up." The King raises his hand to me.

"I'm ashamed to say this, but I do not own as much clothes as I need to have. I plan to conjure up one, for just this occasion." I replied honestly.

I really didn't have enough clothes of my own, most of the time I'd just decorate over my robe or cast an illusion over me just in case some of the fake decorations fall off of me or something else happens like some juice gets spilled over me, or anything that could put me on the spot.

"We could ask Madame Collette to make one for him, Dad. We could take his measurements before he goes back at twelve, and when he comes back at noon he could try on the clothes and make the quick adjustments if there are any parts loose or tight." Sofia turned to her father.

"That's fine by me." The King smiled.

"Great." She turns to me. "Then I accept your offer, Jaime."

"But first, please have some dinner with us." King Roland gestures at the table.

"Oh no. I couldn't possibly do that." I said with my hands waving quicker than ever. "This is a family dinner, and I'm nowhere near a member of your family. Besides, you only just got to see me."

But Princess Sofa turns to face me and takes both of my hands together, and sandwiches them both with her hands.

"We may not be ill or infected, but we have something called 'A sense of understanding and consideration' as part of our natural instincts. You may have just arrived and introduced yourself, but you are considered as part of the family the moment you decided to stay with us, even if it's only for a while." She pats my hand on the top. "Just take a seat next to me."

I decided to give in just so I wouldn't create a fuss. I would've had to wait a few more hours anyway to have my dinner over at my parents' place if I didn't get to eat.

"Alright." I said to the Princess. Then I turned to the King. "I shall take up on your offer, Your Majesty. Thank you very much."

"You're very welcome, Jaime. Baileywick." He nodded at me then to Baileywick.

"Right away, Your Majesty." And Baileywick quickly leaves the room.

Princess Sofia went in front of me and we walked passed Princess Amber and towards Princess Sofia's chair. I quickly went in front of her, pulled her chair and helped her sit in it. One of the castle's staff quickly came over and put down a chair for me. I gently gathered up my large cape and moved it behind me to my left side. I sat down in my chair and let my cape sit beside my left leg.

"You've got good strong arms, Jaime. Do you do any combat or sword fights?" The King was surprised at my arms.

"Oh no, Your Majesty. I only do jogging and running exercises. I'm not allowed to hold or wiled any bladed metals or weaponry as someone who is taking up on sorcery as a main occupational skill." I said truthfully, partially.

"Really? But you've got a really good built strong body." The Queen comments. "That must be a lot of running then."

"Yes. From three to seven in the morning, up and down the mountains, no water breaks until the run is done." I answered.

"Really?" Princess Amber was surprised. "Maybe James ought to learn a thing or two from Jaime."

I could see the Prince furrowed his brows together, staring hard at his sister while strongly chewing on his food.

"I-It's not that easy to do, Princess Amber." I quickly commented to disburse the negative atmosphere. "I do get exhausted from time to time and just slow down on my running pace, other times I get injured and have to finish the run limping. The times on when I do end up finishing late, I have to run an extra hour of the run as my punishment, still without a drop of water to drink."

"That's...harsh, even for me." The King commented.

"Still, the extra running did pay off. Look where your body's gotten to now." Princess Amber points her fork at me. "Unlike Cedric who is all skin and bones."

"Amber." Princess Sofia lowers her sister's fork.

"I think it's best if I just leave the table." I said as I stood up from my chair. "I do not want to-"

"Now, now, Jaime. I insist that you have dinner with us. I'd like to-"

"I beg to differ, Your Majesty." I interrupted the King from continuing. "I really do want to thank you for your generous offer for inviting me to have dinner with your family, but it seems that I am the cause of a peaceful dinner gone wrong. I shall retire to my-I mean, Mr. Cedric's workshop and wait for Princess Sofia there. I am glad to have met all of you, and thank you once again for accepting me into your castle, even if it'll only be for a short period of time." I bowed to the King first, then the rest of the family. "Good evening to you all. Please enjoy the rest of your dinner."

I quickly made my retreat out of the Dinning room and into the hallways on my way back to my workshop. Pretending to be someone else is hard enough, but to hear something about yourself right in front of the people who are talking about you is even more harder to bear, the only difference here is that I am in the body of a totally different person.

I subconsciously stopped walking, turned to look to see an opened curtained window just on my left side. The bright moon was out and the stars were out all over filling up the sky. It won't be long before it turns to midnight. I wonder if changing back will be any different? Will it hurt? Will it be like the first time, dizzy and weak for a few moments before I regain control over my body? Will I go unconscious before I start to change? Waiting for midnight to come is really taking a toll on my nerves.

"Jaime?"

I turned around and Princess Sofia was standing just next to me with her face all worried.

"Princess Sofia." I said in a mono-tone voice. "W-W-What are you doing here? You should be having dinner with your family."

"I...I left my dinner." She said. "I wanted to make sure that you were alright."

"You...Why would you do that?" I asked.

"I wanted to apologize to you, for making you feel uneasy."

I turned to face her as I cleared my throat.

"It's alright, Princess. It was my fault. I should've asked Baileywick to just escort me at a later time to meet your family. That was my mistake." I said. "If you'll excuse me, I shall go back to the workshop and wait till it's dinner time for all of the castle's staffs."

But she got a hold of my right shoulder.

"Jaime. Can I ask you something? What time do you have to go back exactly?"

"I have to be back in the workshop five minutes before twelve, so that I still have five minutes to prepare for my shift. Why do you ask?"

"Let's go." She said. "Follow me."

She takes me by the wrist on my right and pulls me along with her. I couldn't complain even if I wanted to do so. It wasn't long before we finally reached the room of the castle's dress maker, the famous Madame Collette. The door to the room was left wide opened as we could see her sewing away on a large piece of fabric material. The Princess knocks on the door to get her attention, and it worked as she stops sewing and looks at our way.

"Good evening, Madame Collette." The Princess Curtsies.

"Oh. Princess Sofia. Welcome, welcome." She says as she puts down her sewing on a nearby table and stands up.

Both of us walks into the room and I try to shut the door.

"Please do not close it, young man." Madame Collette spoke. "I'm trying to let some air in since some of the fabrics in the room are starting mold up. My newly hired apprentice is awfully forgetful as she always forgets to open the small window to let in some air, otherwise the whole room's fabrics will be filled be mold and I'll have to order another batch, which will end up being delivered here after a month or so."

"Wow." The Princess was either astonished or amazed. I couldn't tell.

"Now then. What can I do for you, Princess Sofia?" She asks.

"Actually, I'd like for you to make a suit for my school's Ball-Dance tomorrow evening. It's for him, Jaime, who will be my dancing partner." She introduced me as I bowed.

"Oh. Such a fine name for a fine young man." Madame Collette made her comment. "Are there any requests for his suit?"

The Princess casts over her bracelet on and turned it into a wand. She mumbles a few words and out came an imagery of a green gown. It wasn't too fancy, but it was all shiny and long. The top part was an off shoulder, but it doesn't have any supporting fabric front the bust to hang onto the shoulders. The sleeves were long and asymmetrically lengthened to somewhat show the feminine taste. On all around the edges of the dress are ended with a glittery gold lining. It was simple, yet it had a sense of elegance and femininity.

"Could you sew up something similar to this in color and theme? It has to be done by tomorrow afternoon, before we leave for the Ball-Dance." She asked.

Madame Collette was immediately absorbed into the dress, slowly walking around it, even if it was just an illusion, as if she was searching for a tiny flaw to judge the maker of the dress.

"Gold and green, is that the theme, Princess Sofia?" She asks while looking at the dress.

"Yes."

"How about your shoes?"

"Green with gold lining just around the entrance for the feet."

"Will you be wearing any gloves?"

"Nope. No gloves."

"Hmm..." Madame Collette went around once more. "He...shall have a long sleeved white lacy shirt with a jabot and a hard collar...a lighter green waist coat with golden embroidery all over...black breeches with elastic waist to the back, zipper and button fastening to the front...white socks of course...a green...uh...semi-woollen jacket with golden buttons...and a pair of black shoes with golden buckles." She rubs her hands together, then her head slightly turns to look at me. "Young man, do you prefer wearing white gloves or none at all?"

I was about to decline to the glove, but then I remembered that I still had that large would on my right hand that Prince James had caused.

"I'd rather wear a pair, if you don't mind." I added.

"It's no problem. One pair of silk white gloves." She takes a hold of my left hand, quickly takes it off, puts her left hand's palm against mine, and looks at them from a side view. "Bigger by an inch...right..." then she lets go, swiftly returning my glove. "Lemme just jot all of them down...somewhere..." She mumbles as she looks over on one of the large tables for a paper and quill.

I quickly put back my glove on, with heart pounding relief that she didn't take my right glove instead. I curved my hand like a half opened glove and hovered over my mouth as I cleared my throat, which caught the attention of the Princess as I lowered my head a bit close enough to the side of her ear.

"Pardon me, Princess. Could you kindly tell me exactly what she just said, the 'breeches' and 'jabot' and all of the rest, uh, please?" I asked quietly.

"Of course." She replied softly. "She said you will have a white long sleeved shirt with some laces on the sleeves and a jabot, a frilling or ruffles decorated at the front of the shirt. Then you will have a green waist coat filled with a gold patterned embroidery, like a jacket, only with no sleeves and it's made to be an exact fit on your upper body. Next is the breeches, a clothing covering from the waist down with separate coverings for each leg, ending just below the knees. The socks end just below the knees, the supporters for keeping the leggings of the breeches tucked inside. The jacket of course goes on top, and finally a pair of black dancing shoes with gold buckles and a small strap to keep your feet from loosing the shoes."

"Ah. I get it." I answered silently.

"Why do you need the gloves though?" She asked curiously. "Even though it is normal for guys to have a pair."

"I'd rather not soil your delicate hands with mine, Princess. Besides, a student Sorcerer's hands aren't allowed to get soiled with anything, not until graduation. Even when going to the washroom I have to bring a different pair for washing under the water. Although I do need to get them cleaned again since your Dressmaker here did touch mine with hers." I finished and stood straight again.

The eyes of the Princess were so wide the moment I got to look at her face. I guess it's you could say they could almost pop out if I had said any more weird things. If I were to summarize what the Princess had just explained to me, I'd have something similar to what King Roland would wear, only the jacket would look like the castle guards' ones, just with more class.

Madame Collette finishes with her writing and turns back to us while still holding her quill.

"Er...Your name, young man?" She looks at me.

"Jaime." I answered short. She must've forgotten it in the mist of excitement.

"Alright." She jots my name down. "Could you come over here and measure yourself with this? I usually have Baileywick help me measure for all of the male royalties and staff members." She held up her hand with a long tape measure dangling in it.

"I'll do it." The Princess waves her wand to dissolve the floating dress and levitates the tape measure from Madame Collette's hand over to my side. "Where first?"

I almost panicked for a moment there, or I would've ran for my dear life having to let the Princess touch me with her own hands.

"Let's go for the height first." Madame Collette pointed in the air.

The tape measure went everywhere around my body, going from my head to my feet, my shoulders to my waist, even around my legs and my feet. The Princess's control over the tape measure was superb, and it was a good thing that used her magic to do so, otherwise I'd going hysterical if she had personally done it on me with her hands. The measurements went on for awhile, but we finally finished without making any miscalculations

"I think we're good." Madame Collette shoots her quill into her quill holder. "You can come by anytime from noon onwards. We'll be able to spend some extra time to make adjustments if needed."

"Thank you very much." The Princess curtsies.

"I'm really grateful for going through your way just to make a suit for a lowly person such as I." I bowed.

"Nonsense." She snapped."Whether Royalty or our dear co-workers, I always do my best in making the best garments for everyone. It's usually the case of who is in more need of my services than other who aren't."

"Alright." I raised a brow. "In that case, please try not to stress too much." I bowed again.

"I'm always stressed, I just usually add a bit of fun to my work. No need to worry." She smiled.

I made my way over to the door and left the room. Princess Sofia was waiting for me just outside.

"Let's get going." She said.

"Where to, Princess?"

"To your last stop for the night." She smiled as she walked ahead of me.

I decided not to ask any further and just followed behind.

Whenever the Princess would visit the workshop, she'd always be asking for favors or spells and potions. To be in the position of being looked after by her is, well, quite nice for a change. Although I do miss the superiority and respect that I had as a Royal Sorcerer, being able to experience the special treatment first hand is something I used to only be able to dream of every time I sleep. Might as well enjoy it all before I regret not to do so.

We arrived at the hall. I followed the Princess to the foot of the staircase where just on the top is the hall's balcony.

"We're almost there." She says and walks ahead carrying the sides of her dress with her hands to avoid tripping on them while climbing up.

I followed just a little ways behind her, and when I reached to the top, my heart stopped beating. It's this scene again, just like the night before.

"What's...this, Princess?" I tried to speak as best as I could.

"I'd like you to join me for dinner, from where we left off." She says. "This place is somewhat special to me, and I'd like to share it with you, too." She starts walking over to her chair.

I quickly snapped out of my trance state and went over to the chair where the Princess would be sitting in by pulling up her chair. She gracefully sat in it as I slowly walked over to the other side. Same as before, I gathered up my large cape and moved it to my left towards the window, placed it beside me as I sat down in the other chair.

"Why are we here?" I asked.

"We're here so that we could have our dinner. Look." She gestured at the table.

The table setting was exactly the same as last night, except there are a few exceptions. There is a large plate filled with fish slices, a small amount of sauce decorated on the side of it, and some stick slices of carrots and potatoes. A somewhat different menu, just a little too identical with the chicken slices. There is, oddly enough, smaller plate with slices of strawberries, probably about four or five pieces of them as a whole.

There are about five pieces of utensils all together, one spoon, two knives and two forks. The spoon is the farthest on my right, so I'm going to assume that it's the first thing to use. There are no other meat or protein foods, so the Dinner utensils set is scratched out. The only remaining batch are the vegetables, so the inner set of utensils must be...the Salad knife and fork. The only other things on the table are the two cups of water and orange juice, and Baileywick's signature 'Swan Folded Napkin' on the side.

"What I meant to say is why are we having dinner here and not in the dinning room?" I tried to expand my question.

"The dinning room's being cleaned up at the moment, and it's kinda big for just the two of us." She commented. "Let's not make the food go to waste." She says as she picks up her Fruit spoon.

"Alright." I said as I picked up mine and began to eat the slices of strawberries.

"Oh." The Princess sounded surprised. "How did you know to use that spoon first?" She questioned.

"Huh?" I blinked.

"Was it Mr. Cedric?" She asked with curious eyes.

"Uh, Yes, Mr. Cedric, Yes." I almost fumbled. "It was Mr. Cedric who taught me. W-whenever he learns something new he shares them with me. So that I wouldn't embarrass myself if ever I do end up serving for a Royal family somewhere else. Uh he-he...he." I need more thinking power if she doesn't believe me on this one, and fast.

"Oh. How clever of Mr. Cedric to pass the knowledge onto you." She smiled on her appraisal. "You must be really fond of him, Jaime."

"W-Well...I try not to show it." I could feel myself starting to blush.

"I do hope he comes back soon though. I've got so many things to ask and talk to him about." She says as she continues to eat her food.

"More spells and potions I presume?"

"Most of the time, but I just like to be around him. Let's quickly finish up on our dinner so that you can go back to Mr. Goodwyn's on time."

"Righto." I said as I went for the largest piece of vegetable on my plate, even though I never was fond of the greens.

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Sofia's POV

I usually like to eat with someone at the table, not only for the sake of companionship, but also the food tastes better when enjoyed with someone else. I was hoping to have dinner with Mr. Cedric again, but here I am instead with Mr. Goodwyn's newest apprentice, Jaime. Who knew that sorcerers could be so alike, not only in personality, but in gestures too.

"That was nice." Jaime said as he sets his utensils down in the middle of his finished plate. "I do hope to always have food as good as this everyday."

"Why not have dinner with us every night from now on? At least, until the end of your stay here in our castle." I said as I drank from my cup of water.

"Oh, I can't do that, Princess. Until I get myself used to this place, I simply must eat with the castle staff. I'd rather get to know everyone at my own pace, to the point where I can at least earn their trust, from the castle staffs, then you and your family."

"Aright." I said as I put down my cup. "I'll let you be. But when the time comes that I really do want you to be at our table, I expect you to be obedient about it."

"O-Of course, Princess."

"And I do hope that you won't go back on your word."

"I-I won't. I promise." He raises his right hand and makes an 'X' over his heart. His left hand was still on the table holding up the knife.

I nodded.

His plate was cleaned out. He lays his utensils down into the center of his plate, both of the handles' ends were facing towards me. Then picks up his cup of water, and in about three gulps he finishes the whole drink in the cup.

"You were really thirsty, huh?" I commented.

"Oh. Uh, yeah. I kinda forgot how easily hungry and thirsty I could get." He was scratching the back of his head. "A-Anyway, how did I do?"

"You were alright, but you and Mr. Cedric both forgot to do the same thing." I pointed my finger towards the swan folded napkin. "You forgot to place that onto your lap."

"Oh. I thought that was a Decor." He said.

"That's exactly what Mr. Cedric said when he made the same mistake." I was trying not to laugh, but I could feel the ends of my lips curling up slowly.

"O-Oh. Y-Yeah. He did say something about that. He he he..." He was drifting off.

"It's alright. At least you remembered most of the things on your first try at hand."

"I guess that's true." He said as he picks up his other cup filled with orange juice and starts drinking it down like he hasn't drunken in days.

"I see that I need a larger serving for you if ever I want you to join me for meals from now on."

"*Cough*." He almost chokes in his drink. "S-Sorry about that. *Cough* It's just that the food is really good, you know."

"Oh gosh. Sorry to make you choke. Well, I could try to make the meal for us some time."

"You can cook, Princess?"

"Yes. I used to cook meals for my Mom and I before I became a Princess." I took out my pocket watch in my hidden pocket. "We've got twenty minutes left before midnight. I'll escort you back to Mr Cedric's workshop."

"You don't have to do that." He said quickly. "It's getting too late for a princess like yourself. You need as much sleep as you can get for tomorrow. I'll just head back on my own."

"Are you sure? You won't get lost?"

"I'm sure. I've memorized most of this place like it was part of my own home." I tried to insist.

"But I'd like to see Mr. Cedric." I added. "After all, I want to talk to him personally as well, even if it's just for a few moments."

I exhaled deeply. "Alright, alright. I should tell you though that when he does come back he might be pretty worn out."

"It's fine." I said as I excitedly got out of my chair and placed the napkin onto the table. "Let's go."

"What about the table?" He stands up.

"Violet will come later to tidy up." I placed both my hands behind me. "C'mon." I said as I made little twirls.

"Be careful, Princess." He was a little panicked. "You're really energetic for someone who has to go a Ball at school tomorrow.

"I'm just excited whenever we have a new guest around." I giggled.

"Do you need to go attend morning classes? I thought that's the schedule for all of the students during weekends."

"Did Mr. Cedric tell you that, too?" I looked at sideways while walking forward.

"I-It's common knowledge that all the princes and princesses of each kingdom who goes to attend the Royal Preparatory Academy go very early in the morning, especially during weekends. There are some books about it back in Sorcery school's library."

"Ooh. I wonder how many books are in the Sorcery school's library? Must be full of ancient magic and scriptures of the past." I kept walking head on.

"Y-Yeah. About more than half actually." He replied. "The other half are on improved spells and potions."

"Interesting. Maybe you could teach me a few whenever it's your turn to come back here. I'm Mr. Cedric's apprentice, you see, and I don't think he'll be able to have enough time to do so if he has to work very hard over at Mystic Meadows." I stopped to look at him in the eyes.

"I'll...try. I'm not very good of a teacher as well as a student."

"Don't worry. I'm a fast learner."

"Don't say that I didn't tell you so." He says.

Just as I was about to walk on and ask another question when I tilted my head to look back, only to see Jaime standing, looking up and through one of the large opened curtained windows. He did the same thing earlier when I left my dinner to look for him and found him looking at the moon so motionlessly. I slowly walked over to him. His expression was just the same as the first time.

"Of all the times I've been walking around, this is one of the few times I've actually stopped to look up at the sky and admire the moon." He says in a mono-tone. "I wonder if I'll get to see the moon and stars like this when that time comes."

"When what comes, Jaime?" I asked.

"Hm?" He turns to look at me as if he just broke out from a trance. "Oh. Um, when the time comes...that I have to go take my, uh, finals, you know. Not many sorcerers gets to, uh, go out of their designated workshops, due to our busy schedules."

"Oh. I see. Mr. Cedric does stay indoors a little too often, and he only comes out when he needs to get ingredients from the garden and such. Maybe I should take him out on a stroll every once in a while."

"Uhhh...right. Let's just go. I wouldn't want to keep Mr. Goodwyn waiting for us since he'll be the one opening the portal." He starts walking ahead.

"Right." I followed behind.

It wasn't long before we arrived at the foot of the steps leading up towards the door of Mr. Cedric's workshop. Jaime went ahead on the stairs and I followed suit. When we got to the door Jaime searched into his sleeves.

"Don't worry. Mr. Cedric always keeps a spare...key?..." I trailed off when I opened the hidden compartment in one of the gargoyle statue's toes and found it was empty. "Where'd it go?"

"I took it earlier and slipped it with my wand in my sleeves." He said with a smile as he slipped out the key from his sleeve. "It's usually where we keep things we wouldn't want to loose. I didn't think that there were others who were allowed to use it so I kept it for safe keeping."

"Ah. Okay." I tried to smile it off.

I never actually got permission to know where the key was hidden, so the way Jaime said it made me feel guilty. I better ask Mr. Cedric about the key when he gets back.

We entered into the workshop and closed the door. Just as I turned around I noticed the fallen cauldron that was on the table earlier was still on its side and the contents were still scattered all over the floor.

"Oh no. Mr. Cedric didn't get to clean up this mess. I'll just-"

I was about to go get some cleaning supplies when I felt a hand on my shoulder and stopped.

"Mr. Cedric said not to let anyone touch the mess, that's why I decided to lock the door. He will be the one to clean it up as the contents are dangerous at the moment."

"What do you mean 'dangerous'?"

"When Mr. Goodwyn and I came here it was filled with smoke all over place. We tried to extinguish the smoke as fast as we could, but the contents got contaminated with the smoke. A special cleaning spell can only be conjured up by certified sorcerers, like Mr. Cedric and Mr. Goodwyn, so I wouldn't want to know what would happen if you got any of that liquid on yourself." He says and slowly lets go of my shoulder.

"Oh. I never knew about that. I really do need to catch up on my apprenticing." I furrowed my brows together.

"I'm sure you'll catch up. You've got talent. Why, I could see it in you, Princess." He says with his arms widely open. "The way you've held your wand back in the room at the Dressmaker's, it's like you were made to have the wand in your hand. It's full of confidence, but with grace! The words chanted out were gentle, but strong in command. Even if you can't become a sorceress, being a Queen is your best bet. Take it from me, I am never wrong from what I see in people."

"Okay. I'll take your word for it." I smiled from ear to ear.

"Princess Sofia." He looks at me as he held out his hand to me. "I do hope we'll get along well in the next six months of my stay here."

"Of course we will." I firmly took his hand and shook it. "Not only in these coming six months, but in the future as well."

"I..." His tone suddenly changed. "I hope so, Princess." He lets my hand go.

Just as I was about to ask him a small rainbow swirl appeared next to us all of a sudden, and it grew bigger and bigger in size. When it stopped growing a shoe came through and stepped onto the stoned floor of the workshop, along with the rest of the body. It was Mr. Goodwyn.

"Are you ready to go, Ce-" Mr. Goodwyn stops as he sees me. "Oh, Princess Sofia. It's good to see you again." He bows.

"Hello." I curtsied. "It has been awhile, hasn't it, Mr. Goodwyn? How have you been?"

"I'm doing great." He takes a glance at Jaime and back to me. "Or at least I know I am."

"Jaime told us everything. I do hope that you aren't too exhausted."

"H-He did?!" Mr. Goodwyn was in shock. "W-W-What did he say to you all?"

"He said that you needed Mr. Cedric's help in medicating the other seniors who got affected by the illness that has been spreading around lately. How are they doing by the way? Do we need to send some medical supplies or-"

"Ah no, no, no, no. They're doing alright." He looked deeply relieved for some reason. "Although we're not as quick and nimble as we used to be, but we're doing alright on our own pace. Don't worry too much. If the time comes that we really need some assistance, I'll be sure to contact you and your father, Princess Sofia.."

"Alright then. By the way, did you personally came here just to pick Jaime up? Where's Mr. Cedric?"

"He's on the way, Princess." He answers me and turns to Jaime. "C'mon. My wife's waiting for you to help her with some of the food, Jaime. Go through the portal now."

"O-Of course, Mr. Goodwyn, Sir."

Jaime started running towards the portal, but stopped in his tracks and turns around to face me.

"I shall see you tomorrow, Princess." He bows with both arms on his sides.

"See you later, Jaime." I started waving.

I watched as he stood up and walks through the portal. I put down my hand and stared right at the portal, waiting for Mr. Cedric to come through.

"Princess Sofia." Mr. Goodwyn came closer to me. "What do you think of Jaime? I hope he wasn't too much trouble."

"Oh no. He wasn't any trouble at all. He's very polite and wise, and he really respects Mr. Cedric as much as I do. Although it would've been nice if he came earlier, maybe he could've ate dinner with us." I turned to face Mr. Goodwyn. "I do wish he could be our Royal Sorcerer as well, seems like he and Mr. Cedric would make a great team."

"That's for His Majesty to decide, Princess. Traditionally we only follow the offspring of the present sorcerer, unless he isn't able to produce a child of his own, we would take his closet relatives who have taken up on sorcery, other than that, we'd have to grab a newly graduated sorcerer who is excellent in his studies, and will be faithfully loyal to those whom he shall serve with his magic only with good intentions. You understand what I'm saying, Princess?"

"I do. I just wish we could have them both together, that's all." I nodded.

"Stand clear everyone!" A voice spoke through from the rainbow portal.

I watched as figure steps into the workshop through the portal, and sure enough it was Mr. Cedric standing right before my eyes.

"Hm?" He notices me. "What on earth are you still doing here, Princess?"