So, as it happens, I have recently finished like half of my WIPs, and now finally have only two regular stories to update! (You know, plus the LotR saga that was literally the first fic I posted on here and I bet will be the last one I finish, too. That thing is eternal) This is a wonderful thing, of course - because it means more time - and there is only one way to celebrate it; with an extra chapter! Yay! Also because, you know - I left you with a cliffhanger and I am not actually that evil...
I do not own... Marvel? I don't own Marvel.
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Many things could be said about Elice, but she was not one to wait or be idle. Having accepted Wong's suggestion, she curled up that very night with the book he had provided, reading up on the field. Christine spent the night at the Sanctum, so the cloak draped itself over the apprentice as she read, instead of the usual sleeping arrangements. Not that this was so very uncommon, these days.
Gently stroking the snoozing cloak (assuming that cloaks could get sleepy. It sure seemed like it...) Elice read up on magical healing potions and mystical ways of sterilizing surgical blades, researching with a vigor that she might have just learnt from Stephen. Or perhaps, she just didn't want to move and shift the cloak.
Eventually, the Icelandic sorcery apprentice fell asleep, heavy tome slipping before it was caught by the cloak and placed carefully on the floor, the artifact making sure to make no noise. This task accomplished, it snuggled closer to its backup-sorcerer and waited for new adventures coming on the morrow. It wasn't dissapointed.
Bright and early, the resident blonde had risen again and was cooking up something, like she tended to do. Only this time, it was not food, and she was not in the kitchen.
She had chosen to use the large open fireplace in the main living area to make her potion; it was a huge room with space for everything and anything, which suited her at this occasion. Which might have been a poor foresight, but the mess someone not her made out of her potion wasn't actually her fault any more than it was Wong's.
When Stephen and Christine eventually came down the staircase a few hours later in a tumble of blankets and half-messy hair (Christine's. Stephen's was already in perfect order because, well, magic. He could have sorted hers, too, one would think, while he was at it. Rude) Elice was in the middle of adding white snake-hairs to a slightly bubbly, bright blue potion.
Naturally, being awake and a very curious sort of person, Stephen then got involved with gusto; asking questions and helpfully going to find ground bitter almonds to add in next. Though while it certainly was the moment he found out, it was not the moment things started going wrong. Because at least at this stage, Stephen was actually innocent. As, in fact, was the cloak.
It was a miracle.
It was almost an hour later, when Christine had gotten dressed and fixed her hair back into its usual elegance, while the cloak was pretending to be a curtain and Stephen was making toast for both his favourite ladies, that the now emerald green potion which was giving off happy, shimmering little multi-coloured puffs of smoke, got meddled with by an entirely different, highly unexpected, source.
And that, was when it all went spectacularly, hilariously, wrong.
And there's still a cliff-hanger because it turns out I really am evil after all... Also this plot-line is way too much fun and I'm playing far more than I should be doing. Sorry about that.
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