A/N: WOW, reviews already? And for such a short chapter, too! Yay! 3 Then without any further ado, chapter two!
Levy froze as she stared at the spot where Gajeel had been standing. All that was left was a dusty pile on the floor that glinted in the sunlight streaming through her window.
"Ga…jeel?" She could feel her lip begin to tremble and bit down on it. No use getting worked up just yet, it seemed there was always a way where magic was involved. She got up and stepped around the stacks of books as she made her way to the pile on the floor. Kneeling down, she was careful not to drag her sleeves through it as she examined a small pinch. She realized they were tiny fragments of glass.
"Hmm," she pursed her lips as she fashioned an envelope out of an unused piece of parchment. She carefully swept the glass into the paper and set the packet on one of the stacks of books. Then, she moved everything off the desk, save for the books she'd picked up earlier that day, the sheets of vellum, and the glass powder. Her red-winged glasses were in her bag, so she fetched those before sitting down in the chair. She selected the top sheet of vellum, the one Gajeel had been holding, and began reading.
Gajeel was a dragon slayer, commonly known for their brute force (the males, anyway). Although he wasn't completely uneducated, his preferred methods of relaxation involved sparring with his Exceed partner and—well, sparring with anyone else willing to take the iron man on. Reading wasn't exactly at the top of his to-do list.
Levy, on the other hand, did this kind of thing for a living. She often got jobs direct from the source, rather than selecting them off the board at the guild hall. This was because she was good at what she did. Heck, she was more than good. She was brilliant, really. As such, it didn't take her long to decode the gist of the message on the vellum. It was a spell, but of course she expected as much. She had suspected either that, or that the sheets had been enchanted with a tamper-resistant seal. However, by the time she finished reading the last of the pages she had a frown deeply etched into her face.
There was no mention of any kind of residue, glassy or otherwise.
The spell itself had originally been written for some sort of cosmetic purposes—it was a vanishing charm, of sorts. Often used for skin blemishes and the like. Unfortunately, those were the kinds of things one wouldn't want to find again later—and as such, there was no counter-spell on any of the pages. Honestly, Levy thought to herself, what if some idiot vanishes their nose or something? She frowned again. Or their entire body?
"Stupid Gajeel," she sighed. Pushing her glasses up to her hairline, she noticed the light in the room had changed. The sun would be setting soon. It wasn't unusual for Levy to lose track of time while she worked. She leaned back in her chair and balanced her pen on her upper lip as she thought. On the one hand, the charm seemed fairly simple. She should be able to reword a Lost Items spell to suit her purposes. On the other hand, she still didn't know what role the glass shards played in all of this. Weighing her options, she decided that the odds that it would cause more harm to perform a Lost Items spell were slim. True to her word earlier, the relevant book was exactly where Levy expected it to be. She flipped to the page she needed, and knelt on the floor where Gajeel had been standing.
With her script pen, she drew a circle of runes on the floor and began chanting, thinking hard about the object—in this case, iron dragon slayer—she wished to find. The runes glowed purple around her and flashed brightly once, twice, three times before fading out.
"There!" She sat back on her heels, dusting off her skirt. The spell behaved as it should, but when she glanced about her she realized she was still alone. "Damn!" she cried in frustration.
"Oi!" Levy froze when she recognized the voice to be the one she was looking for.
"Gajeel?" She stood and spun around again. Still, the room was empty, aside from her own belongings.
"Over here! Geez!" The irate voice was coming from the side of the room opposite her windows, where tall stacks of books leaned against the wall.
Her eyes widened. Was he invisible? She stepped carefully towards the voice, arms stretched out in front of her, expecting any moment to come into contact with a hard body. She reached the books without finding anything.
"I can't see you, Gajeel," she said.
"Well I can't see you either, Shorty, move these damn books!" he growled.
Oh! She quickly pulled several books off one of the stacks, revealing the edge of a wooden frame. My mirror? I'd forgotten it was here. She picked up another armful from the stack next to it, and nearly dropped them all onto her toes.
"Gajeel! Wha—what are you doing in there?" she exclaimed. Glaring back at her from the silver depths of her full-length mirror were beady red eyes and a determined scowl. He had his arms crossed and his expression made it quite clear that he believed his current predicament to be her fault.
A/N: Oh my, whatever will they do? Will Levy have a Gajeel in her mirror forever? (No complaints there! Like seriously-every time you look in the mirror, you can see how awesome you look next to Gajeel, and what a great couple you make...ahahahagiehee!)