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In a nondescript room, with animal skulls and bubbling vials decorating every inch of the walls, Deandra was acting as assistant to a pair of scientist sisters: the older, shorter Phoebe and the younger, taller Hilda— Both of whom were a good deal taller than Dee.
As the blonde chamberlain waited, the two other witches had made every conceivable preparation for their own safety as they approached Magna's luggage. The women spent close to an hour warding themselves against myriad ancient and maleficent hexes before daring to touch the ordinary travel case.
A quiet 'crack' undid the hinges, and the lid opened like a treasure chest for the trio to peruse. They dug around the contents hoping to uncover something incriminating about the ambassador, and were bewildered to say the least.
"A children's book…?" Hilda asked to herself as she removed the little 'Akiko' tome resting upon the spare shirts.
"Several cards requesting souvenirs…" Deandra contributed, making them into a neat pile nearby.
"Seventeen toothbrushes!?" Phoebe shouted, dumbfounded by the sight. "This envoy seems more like a weirdo than a spy. Ugh, what other trash did this guy bring…"
It wasn't long before they found an item of interest, but it sure as Hell wasn't 'interesting' in the way the trio wanted.
"What is this?" The tallest witch asked as she procured a small bundle of fabric from the very bottom of the suitcase. As the garment unfolded in her hands to reveal itself as a pair of (sexy) men's underwear, Hilda chucked it away like a hand grenade, shrieking, "Eeek! Cooties!"
The lacy boxers soared through the air before landing on the face of someone entering the room. Someone who had the following to say as she removed the underwear from her visage:
"Hilda, You are a twenty five year old woman— act like it."
The Hilda in question whipped her head to the speaker at the threshold, and upon seeing that the one addressing her was the Witch Queen, foamed from the mouth in fear; promptly thereafter blacking out.
Sangue kicked the insensate woman out of her path before dropping the boxers back in the ambassador's suitcase. Looming over the conscious pair of girls like the shadow of death itself, her Majesty made an observation of her own, "It would be so untoward of my science team to go rifling through a boy's undergarments just to amuse themselves. Please tell me you've found somethingof note."
"We in fact have, your Majesty! We, uh…" Phoebe fibbed in a tizzy, accidentally reaching inside a hidden pocket sewn into luggage's interior. The middlest witch's brain nearly broke as she extricated something metal from the depths of the leather, and she presented it to the Queen posthaste, "We uncovered a magic device! A…" her jaw dropped open upon even the most cursory inspection of the item in her hand, "An extremelypowerful magic communication device!"
"Adequate work, Phoebe." Sangue smiled wryly, eyeing her team like a shark, "Now, could you two give me your overall assessment of our dear hostage?"
Clearing the nerves out of her throat, Deandra began the report, "There is very little among his effects. He brought more toothbrushes than clothes, and only packed the suit he's wearing."
Phoebe adjusted where her glasses would be if she wore any, and continued for the shorter assistant, "On the other hand, he hasn't used the device yet. This might be to make it harder to link to his person, but that's just my hypothesis. It seems like the Clover ambassador might be a spy after all."
"Now that is interesting…" Sangue mused with a finger to her chin. Turning to leave the small room, the Queen reminded them, "Do be certain to bring Magnus' luggage to his cell. Maybe you can even unpack for the boy— he's going to be in our auspices for a long time."
Swallowing the guilt as she clocked the case shut, Deandra asked the pink-haired monarch at the door, "About Magnus… what are you planning to do to him?"
"Oh, just the usual. In the morning, I'll interrogate him, and tell him he's never allowed to leave."