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„Okay what is going on here"Rachel demanded to know. I took a wild guess and came to the conclusion that it was too late to hide anything from her anymore. "Well I don't really know that either." I asked myself how much I could not tell her. I threw a discreetglance at Ceri. I knew that Rachel could not see her from her position. I could not hold back a little smile. With her long blonde her that stuck out of her coats hoodand flowed over her shoulder like a river of pure gold she looked like an angel. I noticed her feet, without any shoes, brushing through the green grass. She had always hated it when I had forced her to put on shoes. She used to complain that they were uncomfortable and useless. That had been exactly why I had enjoyed it all the more.

"Earth to all" Rachel said and waved her hand up and down in front of her eyes. If she was not careful I would cut that thing of anytime these days. I catched her furiously waving arm in the air and twisted it to an unhealthy ankle. "Ouch" cried the witch. "What" I wanted to know before I let her go. Naturally not without having a last painful squeeze. Like a hurt child she pulled her arm to her chest and rubbed her, without any doubt, hurting wrist.

"You may have said that you didn't really know either but I'm sure you have got a theory" she looked at me expectantly. I took another considerate look at Ceri and decided that it was no use hiding something from Rachel. Sooner or later she would find out anyway and then I would have to go through her mowing again. "Were in my head"

The two people, namely Ceri and me, moved a bit. Rachel looked confused and a little bit doubtful. Unnerved I added "To be precisely we are stuck in my memories." "In your…But why don't we see thing through your eyes but as spectators?" Mh not a bad question. A bit grumpier than the situation required I replied "How should I know?" It was buggering me that Rachel had thought of something I had not. I liked her better as the dumb student. I had never really had a thing for know-it-alls. "And how the turn did we get in your head?" Aha. Now I was one step ahead of her.

"The potions that hit us" Rachel nodded with a painfully twisted face, as if to show me that she could remember it all too well. "When they hit us, they got mixed. You can never know exactly what happens if potions mix. You can thank your beloved Pierce for it when we get out of here. Provided you can get your hands on him before me. If I am through with him nobody will ever be able to thank him again." I growled. I shot another glance at me and Ceri.

Now we were almost at hearing distance and I got pretty nervous. "Talking about getting out of here. How the hell are we supposed to…?" Rachel could not finish her sentence, because Ceri cut her off with her loud and bossy voice.

"I LOATH him. He is an ignorant, repulsing, spoilt …"she wrung her hands in the search for the right word. Her cheeks had gotten al read due to her outrage. Her breath was coming quickly which caused her restricted chest to rise and fall at a quick pace. Without any doubt it was a tempting sight. My younger me obviously agreed on that, as he took a closer look at mentioned part of the body, before sitting down on a tree trunk. "Prig" he suggested and thereby ended her tirade of swearing. For the first moment she looked a bit offended at him plugging the words out of her mouth. Then she did consider a while before she nodded in approval. "Yes. I suppose he is. And a royal one at that." She shortly looked around and could not find anything to sit on. So shortly she sat down on the grass. "My my" the other Al said and smiled "that is no way to talk of one's fiancée" At the mentioning of the word fiancée Ceri snorted condescending and tired to blow a strain of hair out of her face. But it returned to its former position immediately.

They sat a while in silence and the only sound was the chirping of the crickets. I took advantage of this break to star over at Rachel. Her gaze was fixated at the two and she was watching excitedly. I'm glad you enjoy it. Maybe you need some popcorn? To hell, my life was not a movie.

"If he only were…" Ceri broke the silence, but she let her sentence stand between them, unfinished. Al lowered his eyes at her and I could all too well remember, that I had thought that the elve in the grass looked like a flower that waited to be picked. I watched myself as I bent down and brushed away the persistent lock of hair. "If he only were… what my dove?" the other Al asked sweet and persistent alike.

"If I didn't know any better I'd say you did fall head over heels for Ceri." Rachel whispered without averting her eyes from the scene. "Luckily you do know better." I replied. But I grew more and more uneasy. There were some things I did not want Rachel to know. In fact things I did not want anybody to know.

"A bit like more like you" Ceri finished her sentence and cast down her eyes. The otherwise so confident elve looked incredibly unsure and fragile. It was a sight so beautiful that it almost broke ones heart. "I have something I want to give to you." Al pulled off one of his white gloves and I panicked. Had I mentioned the things that better rested secret? This definitely was one of them. The other Al brought his hand that formed a fist to his lips. Ceri followed his every move like a child with glowing eyes. Meanwhile every fiber in my body wished to be somewhere else. Al murmured a few words into his fist and I could feel a pulling that run through my whole body. Al opened his hand and out flew a sole, blue butterfly. My sight started to blur and I realized what was going on. I barely had enough time to take Rachel's hand before our surroundings changed for the second time.

"Hey" Rachel stated sourly, "I wanted to say what was going to happen next." I made a disapproving face. "Rachel my life is not a blasted sitcom." "You sure?" she asked saucy. "Next time on "My Life as a Demon": Find out what happens after Al gave a blue butterfly to Ceri." I cursed on the inside. She had seen it.

"Where did we land this time" Rachel had the attention span of a little child. She had already lost interest and searched for something new and more exciting. Well I was absolutely okay with that. I eyed our new location. The room was furnished very simple. The walls as well as the floor were made out of wood. Two sliding doors led to the next room and the smell of incense was lingering over the small sen-garden, who took in most of the space. Immediately my mood brightened up. A feeling of home rose inside me. "We are in a Tatami room." Let alone the sound of the sweet word "Tatami" sent pleasant shivers down my spine. It felt just right to say it. Compared to it English was a real vomiting stimulus.

"A what?" Rachel looked puzzled. Obviously she was not quite familiar with the Asian culture. "I don't expect a barbarian like yourself to understand that" I noted my rudeness and got rid of my shoes. "Shoes off" I demanded and Rachel looked at me as if I was a complete nut case now. "Why?"I was mad "Cause I'm your bloody teacher and I say you shall take off your gad damn shoes." "We are in your head. It is not like anyone would complain." I took one last deep, calming breath. Then I pushed a very shocked Rachel against the wall. I buried one of my hands in her hair and pulled her head back into her neck. The other one traveled over her body, unsure where I should put it. I finally decided I would go for her butt. "Hey" Rachel protested. I pulled her hair a bit roughly. She moaned in pain and then she finally shut up. "If I say you shall take off your shoes then you do exactly that. Without any fuss or quibble. My head, my rules!" Rachel looked sullen and her lips formed a disapproving line. "Are we clear?" I ment empathizing. As far as it was possible Rachel nodded and I loosened my grip on her hair.

I was about to let her go when a breathtaking idea struck me. "Take it off" I demanded. Rachel's eyes went wide. "Do I have to hurt you?" I threatened. Very reluctantly her hands travelled to her trousers and she started to unbutton it. As I comprehended what she was on to I threw my head in my neck and started to laugh sounding. Confused Rachel stopped her striptease. "I was thinking about the shoes but I do appreciate the enthusiasm." Rachel turned red when she realized her misunderstanding. With an angry glare she struggled to get her shoes off my feet and at the same time she tried to throw them at me. I almost died of laughter and let go of her when she was done. "There's a good girl" I teased as she picked up her shoes that she had tossed all across the room. "Yeah, yeah. Very funny. Very big show. Stop laughing and rather tell me how we are supposed to get back. Oh I had never thought I would ever say that but there is no place I would rather be than your amber smelling kitchen"

"That is not so hard to do. I just have to wind a little curse and were out of here before you can say Jack Robinson." I claimed. "What the turn are we still doing here then?" Rachel seemed to be a bit huffish. "Oh no! There is a but isn't it? Please tell me that there is no but."

Why was my little witch not slow on the uptake only when it would have come in handy for me? "We have to exit from the same memory that brought us here." I explained. She starred at me. "You're kidding. We could have been back all this time. Why the hell did you drag us from there anyways?" I just had panicked but I would for sure not admit that. "To spend more time with you" I pulled a fake, sulky face. "Recently you only play with Trent Kalamack and no longer with me." She shook her head angrily. "Then get us the turn back." She demanded. I shrugged. "I would. But I don't know how." That was not even a lie. I had no idea how I had managed to change memory. Let alone could I control which memory I would jump to.

"We are in the shit."

Rachel had nailed it.