Angel: Welcome! Here is the 2nd story that was bottling in my head. I got 2 more to go. If you haven't read Witches and Wizards, I'll recap for you. I have a bunch of creative ideas in my head and this plus 2 others were the remaining ones. These are minor stories I could come back and update once a month on. So don't expect much. I do this because there is no way in hell can I possibly pay attention to 7 stories with equal attention.

Justine: Sure you can, it's called multi-tasking like a boss!

Angel: … Shut up, you. This story is not exactly original as it is inspired off of some stuff. If it reminds of you something and say something about it in the review, you are probably correct. However, how many original ideas can you get without running into something like that? This will be either be a hit or miss as it may seem like I am pulling stories out of my ass or it may be something interesting.

Oh and if you are wondering how the polls for EWA is doing… it has 10 votes now. I need 5 more to bother with it… Why do you people hate me? What kind of appeal does EWA have that the others don't? Explain, I am just curious as to why something like EWA who copies the same formula that has been used over and over, become insanely popular. Please explain that logic! And don't tell me it is because it is good…

Anyways, giving this a longer summary would be spoiling, so read and find out what the commotion is about. Whew, long Author's note much? Ok, ending this fast.

Warning: Girl Love.

Disclaimer: I own nothing.

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A Picture… a capture of a moment or place… caught in white spaces all around it. They say that a picture is worth a 1000 words… that all depends really, if there is enough 'magic' within a picture. Magic is kind of like Art in a way… They work hand in hand to make things come to life and create things so phenomenal that even a 1000 words cannot describe it. Having one without the other in this world… will make things… incomplete. It will make things devoid of… 'life' and emotion, making things dull.

The year is 2020 in a place called Wizard City. It was a sunny day with no clouds in sight. It was however, very hot. 110 degrees, probably the hottest Wizard City has ever gotten. Nobody really wanted to go outside, even if was just to be in the sun. It is too bad though as Ravenwood will still be in session even if it is too hot. The Fire students don't really mind the heat as much, but the other students will groan at the thought of heading outside in the heat to go to school, especially the Ice Students.

"It's hot… but I cannot let that distract me… I have art to do…"

A woman ate the age of 25 was inside her Life House, painting Wizard City by memory. She has curly green hair, grey eyes, and a scar just under her right eye. She has a slightly tanned skin, about 5 feet and 5 inches in height, and C-Cup breasts.

Her name is Riley Lee. She was born in Mooshu. Her English is… lacking somewhat. Her native language is Japanese and learning English was very hard for her. She can't speak it very well. Riley came to Wizard City because she has the blood and magic to be a Wizard. She was forced to go. She didn't even want to become a wizard as she doesn't like magic, but they forced her to go. So now she is the oldest student in the Life class. Riley only likes to do art, not practice magic.

Even though she hates magic, she still thinks Wizard City is a beautiful place, which is why she is painting it right now. She hummed in her work, tongue sticking out in a silly fashion as she painted Wizard City, trying to get every last detail she can into it. Riley was so absorbed into her work that she didn't hear 2 sets of feet running down the stairs.

"MAMA! Elise pulled on my hair again!" Riley almost jumped and nearly painted out of the line. She breathed in relief that her work wasn't ruined and looked at her 2 troublemakers who can't seem to give her a break.

"No! Monica is lying!"

Riley placed her hands on her hips, sighing, as she looked at her 2 blonde haired girls in their pajamas. Her 2 young girls seem to always pick on one another like it is a daily thing. She knows the girls didn't inherit troublemaker traits from her side of the family. If anything, she'll blame the male donor.

"I don care who did what. Now, go pray some… things… mommy is painting…" Riley shooed them off back to their rooms. The girls pouted and headed back upstairs. She sighed dramatically as she went back to finishing her painting. "5 years old and still are troublemakers. Maybe I went to a wrong donor? Īe. Watashi wa mada watashi no kodomo o aishiteimasu." (Translation: No. I still love my children.)

Before she even began to color in Wizard City again, her cellphone rang. She cursed under her breath before digging into her pocket for her cellphone. Pulling it out, she placed the cellphone to her ear and then tilted her head so that the cellphone is sandwiched between her head and her shoulder. This was so she can pain while she talks.

"Moshimoshi?" She looked at the clock and it was 7:30 AM. There are only 2 and half hours until class starts. She shrugged, not really caring about Life magic… or magic in general that much. She felt it like was like a chore to learn magic. Can't she just stay be an Initiate and not bother advancing?

"Can't you speak to me in English? I know what that word means, but I prefer to be greeted that way…" Ambrose responded. Riley rolled her eyes and stopped her painting. There is no way she can concentrate on painting and painfully talking to Headmaster Ambrose who she secretly hates.

"Orokana…"

"Excuse me? What does that mean?" Ambrose asked, very confused by her Japanese language.

"Oh it means: Fine, I am going to do it." Riley responded, lying through her teeth. In actuality, she just called him stupid, because that is what she thinks of him right now. She was very glad that Ambrose doesn't understand the Japanese language. Riley can swear at him in Japanese and pretend she was talking nice. It felt really good.

"Ah good, anyways, you seem to have fallen behind on your Life Studies, may I ask why?"

"Because, I don't see the fascin…ation with magic… I mean, I was forced to come here by my parents because I have the brood of a Wizard… a Rife wizard… I rather just paint… because… I have been painting throughout my rife…" She placed her painting kit away, but then she got splinters on her fingers when she shoved her paintbrush into the kit out of anger.

"Itai!" She gently picked out the damn pointy things out of her finger, all the while wincing in pain.

"Huh? What does that mean? Did you get hurt?"

"Hai! Sprinters…"

"Oh… not sure why Sprinters would go up to you and hurt you…" Riley rolled her eyes at that since that was not what she meant. Damn it, learning the English language is hard! She had an easier time learning French than English.

"Anyways, I am not sure what you have against magic… Art is kind of like Magic! It brings forth creativity or energy from your body and mind and forms a wonderful and unique beauty to the world. If you think it like that, maybe you won't hate magic so much…"

"…" Riley had no answer to that. There really wasn't anything she could say. He may or may not have a point, but she will stay silent, hoping Ambrose will take the hint and stop pestering her. Alas, she doesn't get her wish.

"Tell ya what, I can give you Free Access to the Museum of Arts and Crafts right now for a month, if you can go to school and do better…" Ambrose proposed, hoping he can sway the life student to at least try and like magic and hopefully do better.

"Why Ambrose, are you bribing me?" Riley teased a bit. The offer was very tempting. She always wanted to go to the Museum of Arts and Crafts. There are just so many beautiful art pieces there… too bad she has to pay a lot of gold to get in though. She just doesn't have that much money, what with her 2 troublemakers she has to care of.

"Don't call it that. Think of it as a business deal. I give you a free pass and you go to school, simple… Please?" Ambrose pleaded. Riley scoffed at that. He sounded so pathetic saying that. Is he proud of himself right now? But… she couldn't resist something she won't be able to see for quite a long time. She could go see it for an hour and then head to school today…

"Fine, you have a dearru Ambrose…" She hung up on him before he got a chance to say anything. If he is true to his word, he will talk to the owner of the Museum so she can get inside and look at all the beautiful arts. Art is her passion and she is curious to know how others do their arts and what wonders they can make.

"Grandpa, take care of the kids whire I am gone! And no drinking from the riquor cabinet!" She yelled to him. Riley grabbed a water bottle to keep herself hydrated out in the heat and began to head outside.

"What kind of drunk old man do you take me for?!"

"A very drunk and foorish man…" Riley yelled back as she headed out the door and headed to the Museum for a bit. This will be exciting; she could not wait to see what lies ahead of her in this Museum.

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"Get that crate over here!" A woman in a white T-Shirt and blue shorts ordered. It was too hot to wear work clothes so her boss was lenient to let his employees to dress more appropriately for the weather. A pair of men was carrying a heavy crate over to her position near one of the displays.

"You should lift with your legs!" The woman scoffed, pulling back her blonde locks behind her ear. The men didn't listen and continued to carry it their way over to her.

"Ah screw it! We got health insurance!" The men dropped the crate near her feet. They sighed in relief as they sat down at a nearby bench to regain their energy. The woman sighed, wondering why she has to take care of some weak co-workers. If they didn't like heavy lifting they shouldn't have applied for the job in the first place.

"Now, let's get this valuable piece of artwork up." She got out a crowbar and jammed it into the lid of the crate to crack it open. With a little effort, the crate opened up, revealing a beautiful paining straight from Krokotopia and a bunch of other craft made artifacts all around it. "Hmm, we'll deal with the small artifacts later, right now, the painting is more important."

She lifted up the painting and looked at it with her cosmic red eyes. It was a painting of a very handsome man with black hair. He had a rugged look about him as he was appearing to be wearing a fancy robe with the emblem of W. Plastered on his face was a smirk, all done in with beautiful coloring and shades. They molded so well that… it felt… realistic… like… the man is right here in person. The background was a dark shade of red with interesting shapes that complement the man.

"What a beautiful artwork… the background is stunning… and the man himself is dashing… If I wasn't gay I'd probably love this painting even more…" The woman remarked as she placed the painting on the wall where it supposed to go. She slapped on the name right under it so people know what it is. It was called, "The Dashing Man of Perplexity…"

"You know, Paige" one of the men spoke up from the bench. "I heard a rumor that the painting contains magical energy that can grant a wish if you are not careful, so says the Manders at the Krokotopia anyways…"

"Then it is probably just that, a rumor. I don't really trust the Manders that much…" Paige stared at the painting a little longer and can't help but notice some truth to that. The painting had this… mysterious aura to it. She can't quite put her finger on it though. Maybe it was too hot today… yeah that's probably it.

"Well that's done. You two go and put these other things in a safe place… I don't care if your legs are tired or even your arms… go and do it…" She ordered them. They saluted her and picked up the crate with the other stuff in it. They groaned as they headed into a room where only employees can enter.

"Ohaiyo! I would rike to get a tour of the prace…" A feminine voice with a Japanese accent called out. Paige turned around to see a rather beautiful green haired woman looking around for a person to guide her along the museum. She looked absolutely stunning, even with that scar. Deciding to be a bit charming and daring, she walked up to the woman.

"Good morning, miss. Are you waiting for a tour of our wonderful displays we have?" Paige asked in a charming voice with a flirty smile. The woman blushed and nervously nodded her head. She smiled at that and held out her hand.

"Well then, let me show you around beautiful. This Museum has full of wonderful Arts you have never seen before. I assure you!" The woman nodded again, nervously taking her hand. Paige gently walked her around as they began the tour.

"By the way… what is your name, if I may so ask?" Paige asked, putting on a toothy smile. The woman looked away, blushing as she spoke nervously.

"Shoshi… but the name I am given here is… Ri… um…Riley." Even after all this time, she can't exactly pronounce her own Wizard name correctly. She still pronounced it like it had another R in it. It is hard.

"Riley…" Paige let that roll on her tongue for a moment as if tasting it. She also loved the sound of that name. "What a cute name for you. I am Paige… as you can see on my nametag…" Riley nodded. It was nice to meet someone so nice. Most people would rather make fun of her… and not in the way where they just make fun of her heritage, no. They make fun of her because she is not good at magic. She hated that. She knew she was, but still she hated that.

"So tell me… judging by your accent, I say you are from the farthest part of Mooshu. You speak Japanese right?" Paige asked, curious to know this woman. She wanted to get to know her while also giving her the best tour possible. If things work out ok, she might be able to get her on a little date. Paige was lonely and barely had any friends.

"Hai. I speak Japanese. It is me native r… uh language…" Riley responded, looking around at the various paintings on display. They were fairly interesting, but none had caught her eye as of yet. Maybe further along will they have something intriguing and make her eye balls drop out.

"That's so cool. I always wanted to learn some Japanese… I only know some words like Wakarimasen and Gomen'nasai." Paige saw that she was only partly listening as it seems that Riley was looking around the room, eyeing the various paintings. Ah right, she partially forgot she was supposed to be giving her a tour.

"Oh let me show you a painting that just came in today. It came all the way from Krokotopia!" Paige led her to the painting she just placed up a few minutes ago. As soon as they came to it, Riley had her eyes glued to the phenomenal painting of the handsome man in a fancy robe… it captivated her. She wondered who drew this…

"Wau! This painting is just… divine..? Hai, divine! Who made this?" Riley asked, looking at the painting, noting every detail, color, and shading. Paige looked up at the ceiling in thought, thinking of what she knows of this painting. Truth be told, she didn't know much about it.

"This painting is called, "The Dashing Man of Perplexity." The artist of the painting is… unknown unfortunately. However, it caught our eye in Krokotopia and it looked like it was made nearly a century ago. Technically tomorrow it is about to turn 100. So it is very special indeed, no?"

"I am amazed it is so well kept… it looked like it was just painted today…" Paige continued, explaining the details to the amazed green haired woman. Riley nodded as she kept on looking at it, almost obsessively. This painting seemed to be calling to her… but she didn't know why.

"Anything other than that?" Riley asked, wanting to touch the painting but refrained since it is against Museum rules to even do so. Paige tapped her chin in thought.

"Well, my co-workers heard a rumor that this painting can grant a wish if you aren't careful. However I see nothing magical about it… It looks very pretty, but I don't think it has the power to grant a wish… what do you think?" Paige asked, wanting to move on and show Riley the rest of the Museum. However, it looked like Riley didn't want to leave the sight of this painting. What? Did she want to buy it?

"…I don't know… are there other paintings rike this one?" She asked her. Paige shook her head. She was suddenly very jealous of that painting now. She wanted her attention damnit. Oh great, she is fighting over a painting for attention, that's a new time low. She gotta pull herself together.

"Ie…" Paige attempted to say no in Japanese, but it came out weird, "But there are other paintings that are just as jaw dropping as this one… come on… I'll show you…" She pulled Riley into another section of the Museum. Riley wanted to look at painting longer but knew that she had other places to see in here before she has to go to school like she promised Ambrose. Oh boy, she was not looking forward to going to school again, what with all those mean kids. Kids picking on an Adult like her, what a world.

As they left the room, the painting shimmered a bit, emitting a bit of a glow. The eyes of the man in the painting blinked once and then stopped. The glow faded and the painting was back to normal. There was a bit of a faint chuckle in the air, but not audible to the human ears.

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1) From my understanding, Japanese people have a hard time pronouncing words with or start with the letter L. It usually comes out as 'R' instead. Like if a Japanese person tried to say the word English, it would come out as Engrish. So if you see an error in my spelling… that was completely intentional. Don't question the logic of why I named her Riley.

I feel that there is some Technology vs. Magic vibe in this story and starts off kind of like Witches and Wizards… but it is different than what's available on Fanfiction page; I'll give myself points for that. Quick recap, I just want all the story ideas out before I update the 3 major stories I have most of my attention on, just in case you were wondering why I am doing this.

Anyways, I have 2 more stories to tell. They are my last original ideas I have for Wizard101. After that, my brain stops being kind and I cannot think of any more original ideas. Most of the stuff has already been taken.

I am already bothering you with making too many OC's for me. So I am going to put this as, if you want to. If you got an OC to give me, that's fine. If not, that is fine as well. This story doesn't really need it, but it is up to you. I made the submission form too many times already, so just do it by memory or just give me the important details. Got it? K then, see ya next month with this story!