Within seconds, Arthur and Aretha appeared on the sidewalk, under a streetlamp in a puff of blue smoke after just having escaped the commotion they had just caused at the sandwich restaurant. Arthur let out a sigh of relief, wiping the sweat from his brow, now sure that they were safe before smiling his usual, over-joyed smile at the auburn Witch next to him. She smiled a warm, shy smile back as her emerald eyes met with his icy-blue ones. The two blushed and shyly diverted their eyes back toward the ground, each waiting for the other to break the silence. Arthur decided to be the one to break it as he twirled his hand around in a quick motion, causing their Champaign bottle from earlier to appear in his hand in a puff of blue smoke.
"Good thing I saved our Champaign..." He giggled as their two glasses appeared in front of them in a puff of blue smoke. The glasses remained in midair as Arthur carefully poured the contents of the bottle into both glasses. He then made the bottle disappear before clapping his hands and causing a violin to appear, floating in midair like their glasses as it played an elegant tune on it's own. Aretha smiled at the lovely scenery that the brunette Warlock had created for the two of them before elegantly taking up her glass in her hand.
"Cheers!" Arthur announced as he picked up his own glass, raising it up a bit to clank with hers.
"To us!" Aretha giggled before clanking her glass against his. The two then both took a rather large and comical sip, downing their alcoholic beverages within seconds like a man dying of thirst in the desert. After the two had finished their drinks, they made their glasses disappear in two puffs of smoke, both of their own individual colors. Now would be Arthur's chance to make his move. He could feel his heart pounding as he once again made eye contact with the beautiful woman across from him.
"M-May I have this dance?" He asked nervously as he offered his shaky hand out for her to take with an adorably-shy smile.
"Why of course darling..." Aretha smiled softly before gracefully slipping her sleek, slender hand into his wide, masculine one. Arthur pulled her close as the two embraced, locking eyes once more. The two then gradually began to slow dance to the elegant music playing from the violin that Arthur had conjured up. The streetlamp provided their spotlight as they stepped and twirled gracefully within it.
"I say Arthur; you do dance divinely..." Aretha smiled as she gazed into his icy-blue eyes lovingly.
"Thanks; Maurice taught me these moves..." Arthur replied with a shy smile as he stared back into her emerald-green eyes with an equal amount of passion.
"Who is Maurice?" Aretha questioned, her face twisting into a state of confusion.
"Oh yes! Silly me; Maurice is my sister's ex-lover or as I like to call him: Mr. Perfect..." Arthur replied with a small chuckle, upon realizing that a complete stranger he just met would have no idea who his sister's ex-husband would be, no matter how 'great and powerful' the old man claimed he was.
"You have a sister?" Aretha asked in pure interest in an attempt to start a conversation with the brunette Warlock, whom she was dancing with.
"Two actually; I have an older sister named Endora, she's a real Witch and an older sister named Clara but she's more senile than The Egyptians." Arthur explained with a small chuckle. He couldn't help but feel excited that his auburn companion had taken such interest in him.
"Ces't La Vie..." Aretha shrugged in response with a small laugh as Arthur laughed along with her.
"You know Arthur; me and a few friends of mine are going to be getting together for movies and boardgames this Friday. Would you care to join us?" Aretha asked the brunette Warlock as she continued to slow-dance with him.
"Sure, I'd love to." Arthur happily accepted her invitation as the auburn Witch rested her head on his broad shoulder while they embraced contently, continuing to dance in slow, small circles.
Arthur's Older sister, Endora was gliding through the night sky on her broom. Since she wasn't trying to blend in with the other mortals at the moment, unlike her younger brother, she was in her usual Witch attire: A lime-green tulle-robe, a lavender scarf, draped over her shoulders and her fiery-red hair tied into a messy bun to match it's flaming appearance. Sometimes on cool, cloudy nights like this one, she enjoyed going on a peaceful ride though the clouds, where no mortals from below could see her so she could enjoy a few small moments of peace and quiet to herself. She mainly did this to blow off steam after enduring a full day of Darrin's insults and constant complaining. She still failed to understand why her intelligent daughter had decided to marry such a spazz.
It was then she noticed her younger brother Arthur...but who was that hussy he was dancing with? She thought to herself, her protective older-sister instincts beginning to kick in. Arthur may have been a nuisance to her but he was still her younger brother. Her vulnerable, sensitive younger brother...A feeling of dread kicked in as she swooped down closer overhead to get a better listen-in on what was being said between the two.
After the two had finished their dance, Arthur telepathically made his floating violin disappear in a puff of blue smoke because he and Aretha had begun to gaze into each other's eyes intently once again.
"You have beautiful eyes..." Arthur spoke up, breaking the silence. Aretha slowly began to lean in, her lips gently brushing against Arthur's, causing them to tremble nervously. She then began kiss him gently, yet passionately as the brunette Warlock didn't hesitate to kiss back, caressing his partner's cheeks gently as he did so. She wrapped her arms around him in return as they began to kiss each other a bit more intently.
This of course enraged Endora as she and her broom both disappeared from the sky in a puff of green smoke. She then reappeared behind Arthur. She had to do something to stop this; her sweet, fragile, innocent younger brother was locking lips with some tramp she didn't even know personally. Without warning, she quickly grabbed Arthur by his shoulders from behind and protectively yanked him out of Aretha's arms.
"Endora what are you doing?!" Arthur gasped in surprise and confusion as Endora coddled him protectively into her bosom.
"And who pre-tell are you?" Aretha sneered as she narrowed her eyes at the older Witch in front of her.
"I happen to be Arthur's older sister..." Endora held Arthur a bit closer as she narrowed her eyes back at the auburn-haired Witch, who then suddenly smiled in return.
"Ah! You must be the Witch of an older sister that Arthur told me about...I am Aretha; pleased to meet you Pandora..." Aretha mispronounced her name with a teasing smirk. This angered Endora further as she often did this to Darrin and doing it to her would be like a comparison of her to that spazz of a mortal.
"Endora!" She hastily corrected.
"That is what I said..." Aretha lied before smiling at Arthur once again.
"See you Friday night darling..." She smiled before planting a sweet gentle kiss on Arthur's cheek. She then disappeared in a puff of white smoke, leaving Arthur in a lovestruck state and Endora in a state of enragement.
"Arthur; just what where you thinking?! Letting that hussy all over you like that?!" Endora scolded in disapproval.
"She's stolen my heart...her eyes are as beautiful as the stars in the night sky and her voice is like a sweet symphony..." Arthur replied in a lovestruck manner. He was practically buzzing with joy at the moment. It was worse than Endora had thought; her brother had already fallen in love with the she-devil. She had to break him of this.
"More like nails on a chalkboard! Arthur; that woman will drop you like a hot potato in a matter of seconds!" Endora scoffed.
"What?! And just what makes you say that Pandora?" Arthur growled, taking great offense to his sister's statement. Did his own sister truly believe that he was incapable of getting a beautiful woman to fall in love with him? Endora's eye twitched upon being called by her mispronounced name once again; this would of course be the beginning of yet another one of her and Arthur's childish arguments.
"Because you are a foolish, immature clown; you're annoying, obnoxious, loud and a complete simpleton! She is never going to put up with your foolishness! no woman in her right mind would!" She growled in annoyance but she instantly regretted it once she saw the look of shock and sadness plastered across her younger brother's countenance. This pained look however was soon replaced with a look of anger.
"How dare you tell me I'm incapable of finding love! What do you know about love anyway?! Maurice left ya decades ago because of your foul attitude! At least I'm pleasant to be around!" Arthur snapped, his voice raising with each insult. Endora had a real talent for making him feel lower than dirt after he had previously felt like he was on top of the world and he was fed up with it.
Endora just took the insults; she deserved them after what she had said to her younger brother and she knew it. What was worse is that he was right; he was right about everything, which began to make her feel even more guilty for the things she had said to him. She didn't mean it though; she had just said those things in the heat of the moment.
"You have no right to judge me! Goodnight and goodbye Endora!" Arthur ended his rant on that note before disappearing in a puff of blue smoke. Endora considered going after him to apologize but she assumed it would be best to give him some time alone for a few days. She then disappeared in a puff of green smoke.
TO BE CONTINUED...