I Just Wanna Fly With You

"One, two, three!" Christine exclaimed—while she tried her best to run up a slight hill and get enough momentum, so that the air currents would finally sweep in and carry her away on her broomstick once more.

She'd done this numerous times in the past, you see—and by doing so numerous times, she'd become the witch for delivery, much more than one for anything else; and she was fine with that—but lately, there seemed to be something stopping her from getting into the sky. And Christine, for the life of her, couldn't figure out what that was.

Growling, aggravated (and this surprised Christine greatly, because usually she wasn't one for such anger), the blonde gave up for a second, and instead looked over to her red scarf, that was right now enchanted into the shape of a cat—to see if it would help her, or had any advice to give her—but no dice.

Just a step away from throwing the useless broom to the ground with all the force that she could muster, Christine thought that maybe it would be best if she tried to exercise? Perhaps she'd put on too much weight to fly lately?

After all, that annoying boy that kept making her go on dates to delis, was no doubt fatting her up, Christine thought: perturbed at Raoul for the umpteenth time, since they hadn't gotten off on the right foot, exactly. But deep down, she knew he really wasn't that bad.

But... how exactly did one go about exercising? With magic running through her blood, she'd never really had to do that before: she could summon things to her with her powers, after all, and even use a bit of her abilities to keep her at a good size.

But now that everything seemed to be going haywire for her, Christine didn't know what to do. So she slumped down into the grass now, feeling absolutely defeated.

"Miss Daaé," came a voice from the little cabin behind her, startling her out of her thoughts. It was a voice that she would have known anywhere at this point, because even if he did annoy her as much as he set her heart aflutter, Christine did think she was falling. "Why don't you come take a seat with me on the porch, eh? And we'll see if there's another way we might get your room aworking!"

Christine sighed, and turned to face her friend Raoul—the one who was calling her—and noticed that her broom had apparently taken to soaring through the air to check out some sort of beehive.

It was almost as though the enchanted object had taken to mocking her. And Christine didn't really like the idea of doing the walk of shame back towards Raoul, as it did so. And yet her feet still found their way to him, almost as if they had a mind of their own.

And the moment she was beside him on her porch, Raoul was sweeping her up into his arms and spinning her around—for which Christine couldn't help but to giggle madly, like the average schoolgirl she hadn't been a long time, since beginning her witch studies—but the moment he set her down, he was looking into her eyes, as if they might hold the secrets of the universe there. "Christine, if I may be so bold… I wonder if fun like that is what you're missing here, and why you can't fly now. No doubt you've been working yourself to the bone today, trying to figure it all out again… but you can't be in creative mode, when you're in survival mode."

His words instantly gave the witch pause. And while she didn't exactly want to admit it—because Christine was supposed to be the expert on all things mana, not Raoul—she thought that he might have been onto something here. Magic was all about having a free spirit. And had she somehow forgotten that?

Christine thought there was a bit more to it than just that. But that if she were to try to fly again now—though surely Raoul wouldn't want her to do at the moment, he'd want her to rest now, like he'd just hinted at?—she might be able to hover. And at least that was a start.

So, sitting down on the porch swing beside Raoul, and leaning her head on his shoulder, Christine surprised herself most of all when she leaned over and kissed him on the cheek once. "Thank you, Raoul... Just thank you. If I get back to normal, and truly become a Delivery Witch like you've theorized I am, I'll make sure to have my cat Scarf kiss you in gratitude." And what Christine meant by that, was that she would kiss him.

And Raoul must have realized that, because now it was his turn to be flustered, as he pulled away from Christine some. "Tha-that would be fine, Christine. Just fine. I'm only happy to help."

And though it was clear that Raoul was a little nervous about this talk of kisses, for they were still at the age where the opposite sex may or may not have had cooties to them, Christine noted that Raoul got closer to her once again, and he put his head on her shoulder this time, as they watched the sun set together.

Author's Note: Man, I started this SO many years ago. Back when I was having my Phantom of the Opera phase again, around 2015-2016, I think, but I never finished it until now, for some reason.

And I think originally, I was going to do more of the movie's plot, like actually show how Christine!Kiki got her flying back and maybe do the entire rest of the movie, actually… clearly I did not do that here. But whatever. I'm just glad I finally finished this piece.

I also took a few creative liberties. I hope anyone at all liked this random idea/piece like I did:)

Oh! The line that Raoul says, about how you can't be in creative mode while you're in survival mode, is actually something clever that Tom Welling said!