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Chapter Two: The Good Witch

Magnus was admittedly scared. He had passed out on the living room couch from Aura strain. He was then shaken awake by his Aunt who told him that there was a guest waiting for him. When Magnus poked his head into the dining room he saw the supposed guest. She was a woman, possibly in her early forties with light blonde hair that had odd swirls of purple throughout and was tied in a bun with a small curl to her right. Magnus could only just see her eyes as she was staring at the ceiling, they were a light pink with what seemed like a purple spiral. She was wearing a white long-sleeved pleated top with a black coat that ended at her waist and a black skirt that ended at her ankles. Her silver heels clicking against the floor as she swung her legs, she was humming to herself. What stood out the most was the white glove on her left hand, a crown emblazoned on its front and a dark grey witch hat on top of her head.

Stepping out from his hiding place in the hallway Magnus took a seat at the kitchen table. The stranger turned to look at him, her smile so sickly sweet it might've seemed as though she was plotting his murder.

"Magnus Pheles I presume." The woman grinned. "Allow me to introduce myself, I am Gloria Goodwitch."

"And from the looks of you, you're a Huntress," Magnus said. "So what you're here to give me a slap on the wrist because I'm not allowed to hunt Grimm and I caused some property damage which by the way, I helped clean up."

At that Melissa decided to speak up. "Magnus don't talk to Gloria like that, after all, she's your new Headmistress." She warned.

"I'm sorry but what?" A look of sheer confusion on the boy's face

Gloria smiled. "I represent a certain benefactor. He believes that despite your circumstances you could be an amazing Huntsman."

"Oh, and what do you know of these so-called circumstances?" Magnus asked, his face twisted into a scowl and his voice riddled with sarcasm.

The Huntress was now smiling even brighter than before as she reached into a black leather bag and grabbed several pieces of paper. Shuffling them in her hands Gloria began to read. "Your name is Magnus Ozymandias Pheles, you had your Aura and Semblance unlocked at age 15. Your Semblance has been named Bullet Time. It slows your perception of time to about half of what it normally is. You were considered to join Beacon Academy a year early based on your Semblance alone. This was decided against and you joined the next year. However, this didn't last long as you were expelled from the Hunter Academy 3 months later after challenging the Headmaster to a fight seven times." Gloria's smile was now a smirk as she stared at Magnus. "Shall I go on."

"No no, really please don't." Magnus's face now tomato red. "I think you've shown me that you know quite enough."

Gloria's smile returned and a small laugh could be heard. "Magnus, tell me have you heard of Lux Academy."

The ivory haired teen was once again confused. "No, not at all. I've heard of Beacon, Atlas, Haven and Shade but not Lux."

Gloria didn't stifle her laugh this time. "Oh that's great, it means I'm doing my job." The older woman was almost in tears from her own joke. "Lux Academy was founded by my benefactor. We're unknown to the public for several reasons. You see Lux was founded to help those who are deemed too dangerous to be around whether it's related to their Semblance or not. We also train those that our Benefactor thinks should get a second chance." The woman's tone shifted becoming slightly more serious. "This is yours."

Magnus seemed to lose focus for a second as his form blurred and his words came out at a pace reminiscent of machine gun fire. "You're saying I get to be a Huntsman again. Of course, I'm accepting this offer, hell Melissa probably already accepted for me." Magnus finished.

"I've already packed your things." The boy's Aunt yelled from the hallway, seeming to share her Nephew's excitement.

Gloria stifled a laugh once more. "Your file said you were eager on being a Huntsman but I think you might be overdoing it." The older woman looked up only to see she was talking to an empty seat only for the time-bending teenager to appear standing beside it, suitcase in tow.

"I mean I gotta continue on the tradition." Magnus was beaming up at her while double checking his things. "Aunty did you remember the centrifuge," he yelled.

Melissa came into view as she entered the dining room. "It's in the garage." and with that Magnus sped off. "Thank you for doing this." She smiled weakly at Gloria.

"I'm just doing my job." Gloria returned the smile. "But doesn't he ever get tired." gesturing to Magnus as he re-entered the room.

"Believe it or not he gets the worst vertigo in the world if he uses it for too long."

"Aunty, I might have to fight her. Don't give away my weakness." Magnus whined staring disappointedly at his Aunt.

"Oh please, I'm not having you expelled for fighting a Headmaster, again." Melissa's voice was incredibly stern. "Plus you've got plenty more exploitable weaknesses."

Magnus shot her an accusatory glance. "Oh yeah like what."

"Like how you're a huge idiot." Melissa laughed, pulling her nephew into a headlock.

"I am not." The seventeen-year-old protested, struggling in his Aunts grip.

Gloria was very tempted to let loose another laugh but instead, she chose to get up out of her seat. "I'll let you say your goodbyes." She said, leaving the two of them alone.

"Why was she all dramatic about it, like I'm going off to get myself killed? I'm just going off for a couple of months and I'll be back during the holidays" Magnus stared quizzically.

"I mean it could be." Melissa sighed. "Hunting is a horrible business kid. You're hunting creatures who could kill you without a second thought on the weekly oh and you've got to put up with the Grimm." The older woman was still smiling but refused to make eye contact with Magnus.

"Is that why you quit?" Magnus asked bluntly. Trying desperately to maintain eye contact with the closest thing he had to a mother.

"We'll have this conversation later, trust me we will." She turned and pulled her nephew into a hug. Her eyes watering. "I love you kiddo. Try not to get yourself killed."

"I love you too and you know me. No promises." Magnus's voice seized up. "Later."

Melissa waved as Magnus walked outside to the Bullhead. "Later."

Magnus had flown before but it seemed like nothing flying in a Bullhead. Against Gloria's wishes, Magnus had requested the pilot keep the crafts doors open. A request he did not regret.

Standing in the doorway as the wind rushed past him at ridiculous speeds was exhilarating. This, however, was not where Magnus spent most of the flight. Magnus had spent a considerable amount of time searching for the vehicles Dust engine. He had so many questions. The Bullhead looked of a new enough model but the amount of Dust Engines type varied across models. Which Dust type powered it? Would he be able to supercharge it? Could he turn it into a literal death trap? His mind was racing at the thought of what he would do if he got his hands on a Dust engine.

Magnus's crusade was ended by Gloria after she informed him that the engine was kept underneath the vehicle to ensure that idiots like himself didn't send the craft crashing to the ground as a fiery ball of death. He had to admit it was a smart design choice mainly because depending on the model of the engine he was unsure whether he'd be able to stop himself from tinkering.

The snowy-haired teen found it slightly funny that for someone whose Semblance allowed him to alter his perception of time, he was absolutely awful at keeping track of it. Evidenced by the fact that he was very unsure whether several minutes or several hours had passed when Gloria told him they had arrived.

Getting up out of his seat he followed Gloria. They appeared to be in an abandoned construction site. If Magnus was guessing correctly it was probably on the outskirts of Vale. One of the kingdoms many expansion efforts. Off to the side, Magnus could just make out a slightly damaged sign reading "Lux Construction."

"You know it's not that subtle right." He gestured to the sign with both hands while the Bullhead took off in the background.

Gloria just flashed Magnus a smirk. "And tell me what would you know of subtlety."

Magnus went to reply but ended up stumbling as the ground began to seemingly give way. The construction site sinking beneath the ground. The smirk still on Gloria's face as he watched in amazement.

It took several minutes but the elevator finally reached its descent. Gloria stepped out, a proud smile on her face. The hall they had stepped into was huge, bigger than the entirety of Bulb.

"Welcome to Lux."

Authors Notes

This chapter is a bit shorter than the previous one but the next is going to be a bit longer.
I also introduced a character who might seem a bit familiar. Gloria Goodwitch. Yes, she is Glynda's mother. She's basically Glynda with more of a witch aesthetic

Now allow me to summarise:

Magnus passes out if he uses his Semblance to much. It's already got a weakness
Who is the mysterious benefactor? Stay tuned.
Yes, I just decided to name Magnus's Semblance after Bullet Time/Witch Time from Bayonetta.
I could've just screamed "Foreshadowing," during Magnus and Melissa's goodbyes and it would've had the same effect.
Melissa backstory eventually.
Magnus has a nerdgasm.