A Sorcerer's Cure
Summary: Home early from protector training because of not feeling well, a miserable Sofia is confused when walking into Cedric's workshop instead of her bedroom. But luckily Cedric is there to make her feel better.
Disclaimer: I don't own Sofia the first or any of its characters.
"I know you want to stay Sofia but as a protector, you can't work if you're sluggish. Come on, I'm taking you home."
Chrysta had been gentle. Firm in her words but gentle when flying her back to Enchancia.
Sofia had been set near the castle steps as Chrysta patted her head, wishing her well before she jokingly said that she didn't want to replace her one number trainee so soon.
Sofia had to smile at that before walking inside. Her vision began to blur at that moment being one of the symptoms to her not feeling well.
Other than her headaches and tiredness.
She closed her eyes in an attempt to get her vision back as she walked with her arms out.
Almost like she was going to hug someone. Except who was there for her to hug?
…
Sofia was late.
Again.
But Cedric was used to it by now, seeing Wormwood's perch from the view of his right eye.
"Maybe I should teach Sofia the spell for lighting anything she wants on fire," Cedric said jokingly before glaring at the perch in hatred.
Wormwood was nothing but a traitor. Cedric still haven't forgiven his once best friend for his attitude before leaving him for someone whom nearly murdered his apprentice.
Sofia was his only friend now. Someone who thought of him as nothing more than terrific, radiant, and humble despite his past mistakes and with him nearly taking over the kingdom.
He had left the door to his workshop ajar in case Sofia had forgotten to knock and from the corner of his eye, he could see that she hadn't knocked.
The sorcerer watched her sluggishly walk over towards him with open arms as he looked down at her.
"Hi Mr. See trick," Sofia muttered with a sniff, feeling a hand touch her forehead. "What are you doing in my room?"
"This isn't your room," Cedric explained gently as possible for he knew that whenever anyone was sick, they weren't thinking clearly. "This is my workshop. We do lessons in here."
He couldn't just scold her for getting his name wrong for the first time in maybe two to three years for she looked pitiful and was burning up.
"I don't feel good," Sofia mumbled, rubbing her head.
"I know. You're burning up," Cedric said before seeing her alarmed expression. "But don't worry. I'm here."
"You're not gonna make a gross potion and have me drink it are you?"
"Of course not. You're miserable enough."
Sofia giggled, sighing in relief as Cedric took her hand. He guided her sickly body out of his workshop and down the castle halls, eyeing Baileywick who would overdo it with the chicken soup whenever one of the children weren't well before finding Sofia's room.
Sofia had let go of his hand, stroking the covers of her bed before Cedric had used his wand, floating her to her bed.
"Mr. See trick!" Sofia grumbled, crossing her arms before giving him a childish pout.
"And I thought you were mature enough not to do those pouts," Cedric joked, stroking her hair. "Come on. Just lay down and trust me you'll feel better soon."
"No thank you."
"Don't make me get Baileywick to watch you instead."
"Okay. I'll rest," Sofia said, giving in to his request.
"See? You'll be better soon and maybe if you are by this afternoon, I can sneak you in one magic lesson," Cedric smirked, gently stroking her hair until it made Sofia fall asleep.
It wasn't a full on cure of her sickness but to Cedric, seeing her asleep was a start.