A/N: Let's see how things are with our favorite Conjuring Cat, huh?
Disclaimer: I'm a female, not a male, so how can I be either Andrew Lloyd Webber or Thomas Stearns Eliot? As for the Really Useful Group, don't even get me started on the impossibility of being multiple people in one.
Word count: 680 words
"Mistoffelees, there you are! I was wondering if you could help out-"
"Say Misto, I've lost my ball, can you-"
"Hey Mistoffelees, could you-"
Magical Mr. Mistoffelees, the Original Conjuring Cat, was currently developing a headache of considerable proportions. Since he had entered the junkyard this morning, he had been bombarded with questions from other Jellicles who wanted his help for something or other; usually, it involved him using magic. He wouldn't even have bothered to come here if Jennyanydots hadn't requested his help… Mistoffelees suppressed the urge to hiss at the irritating but generally well-meaning group of Jellicles currently following him around.
It hadn't even started this morning, really. This behavior could be traced back right up to the moment when he had first shown his magic tricks to the cats at the junkyard. It had been so nice at first; he had enjoyed performing tricks for the other, slightly younger kittens. He'd been happy with helping the older toms and queens to find things that had been lost, or help some of them with various uncomfortable pains and ailments which even Jennyanydots could not cure. However, after a few weeks the situation had escalated. Nowadays, whenever he entered the Jellicle junkyard, he was instantly approached from all sides to aid even in the most trivial of matters.
"Now I truly understand why Cori and Tanto do their best to creep out everyone all the time" Mistoffelees mumbled for the third time that day. The Dark Twins, as they were commonly known, did their very best to creep out every living being that ever approached them. Oh, they didn't act any different from when they were on their own; they just manipulated their aura to give off a slightly menacing feeling. Everyone who approached the duo was instantly freaked out (except for Mistoffelees who simply used his own powers to block it, and Old Deuteronomy who apparently was immune to the whole thing). Of course, they always toned it down during the Jellicle Ball.
"Hey Misto, have you s-"
"What is it NOW?" Mistoffelees bit out harshly. He instantly regretted his tone when Jemima's ears dropped flat to the side. "I just… w-well… I wanted to k-know if you've seen… d-do you know w-where Quaxo is?" Jemima asked, her quivering voice betraying how she felt after being yelled at.
Mistoffelees silently berated himself for loosing his temper – and in front of Jemima, no less! "I apologize for being so rude. I don't really feel all that great today, you know... to answer your question… hmm, Quaxo is home right now, but it's better if you don't disturb him. He'll come around in half an hour anyway, so you can wait for him." Jemima's mood cleared when she got her answer. "Okay, I'll wait for him then. Thanks for your help!" The kitten walked away, leaving Mistoffelees to himself again. Mistoffelees allowed a small smile to appear. Jemima was one of the precious few who didn't specifically ask him to do magic. The female kittens liked having Quaxo as a friend; the only thing they ever asked of Mistoffelees was to search out his brother for them.
Everyone in the junkyard knew that Mistoffelees and Quaxo were brothers, and everyone knew Mistoffelees held great magical powers. Another commonly known fact was that Quaxo held a tiny bit of power as well (nowhere near as much as Misto had, though).
And finally, everyone knew that the two brothers were connected through their magic in the same way Coricopat and Tantomile were; a telepathic link caused the two to be able to communicate silently over great distances. It was that link which allowed Mistoffelees to tell Jemima (or whichever female kitten asked) where Quaxo was and when he could be expected to show up on the junkyard.
'I wonder…' Mistoffelees thought, while smiling to himself; 'How would they react if they found out the truth about Quaxo?'
With this highly amusing thought in his mind, he teleported home, away from the other cats who wanted to ask him a favor or two.
Posted: July 12, 2007Next chapter: Jemima
Poor, poor Misto! Having to deal with so many requests… (snicker) heh, aren't you people wondering about Quaxo's secret now? I know I would…
