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Chapter 2: Woops, my bad.
Alex stared at the fairy, her mouth agape as she flitted around the desk to hug Alex. She jumped at this and awkwardly accepted and hugged the fairy back. The hug lasted a tad longer to Alex's dismay, but the fairy finally drew back and Alex stood awkwardly staring at the fairy.
"My name is Sophie," the fairy said brightly. Alex nodded, slowly reaching down for her boot to get her wand, hoping she could cast herself out of there. Much to her dismay, the wand was gone. Her hand waved down by her boot and she glanced at it wildly, freaking out. Where had her wand gone?
"Oh, honey, you won't be needing your wand, I have it tucked safely away in my desk," Sophie smiled. Alex nodded slowly and straightened back up, still uncomfortable with the fact that she did not have her wand on her.
"Okay, well, please have a seat," Sophie said. Alex turned to see a pretty pink seat that matched the rest of Sophie's office quite well, including the carpet. Alex lowered herself into the plush chair as Sophie took a seat across from her, behind the desk. They sat in silence for a few moments, Sophie looking at her as if she was waiting for something.
"So?" Alex said, trying to start a conversation. This was just plain weird. She was in a fairy's office, at night, without her wand and with no way out. Why did she have a feeling that Sophie was going to pull out a butcher knife at any moment and stab her to death and chop her to pieces? Or maybe treat her like one of Sweeney Codd's customers? Alex shivered at the thought.
"So, what are your preferences?" Sophie asked. Alex shot her a questioning look.
"Preferences?" Alex asked slowly. Sophie sighed and rolled her eyes, getting up from her desk and flitting back and forth.
"What's with these kids and not reading the description of the spell?" Sophie muttered under her breath. "Oh, well, it can't be helped. I'll just have to decide myself." She turned back to an utterly confused Alex and smiled.
"Okay, stand up, my dear," Sophie stated, motioning for Alex to stand in front of her. Alex obliged and with a flit of her wand, Alex's vision started fading at the edges.
"Wait, what's going on?" Alex asked, before she blacked out completely. When she opened her eyes, she was outside some where and it was nighttime. She heard a guy's voice from beside her.
"50 years from now, when you're looking back at your life, don't you want to be able to say you had the guts to get into the car?" She jerked her head to her right and opened her mouth in confusion.
"Wait, what?" She blurted out. The young boy frowned and furrowed his eyebrows, then went completely still, like he had been put on pause. The air rippled and suddenly, Sophie was before her once again, looking a little flustered.
"Woops, my bad!" Sophie said, laughing sheepishly. Alex put her hands on her hips and raised an eyebrow at Sophie.
"Really? Transf-" Alex was cut off by landing on Sophie's carpet floor once again. Sophie had casted them back to her office. 'Thanks for the warning', Alex thought bitterly.
"Hahaha, I'm really sorry about that. I was just thinking about that movie. I saw it last night. It's so good, isn't it?" Sophie said, giggling.
"Yeah, wonderful," Alex said, standing up.
"Maybe, I should do it the old-fashioned way," Sophie said, turning away from Alex, who started after her.
"Wait. Old-fashioned way? Do what the old-fashioned way?!" Alex called out, as Sophie started flying up the bookshelves, pulling out and replacing books here and there, darting from one wall to another to another. She never kept a book and looked a little disappointed each time she pulled one out. Every once in a while, Sophie glanced down at Alex as if assessing her, before shaking her head and replacing the book that she was handling.
After a few minutes or so, Sophie started to drift down with an open book in her hand. Her lips moved as she read the words on the page. She closed it, sending some dust particles into the air, then smiled at Alex. Before Alex could ask what book she was holding or even read the spine of it, Sophie waved her wand at Alex.
"Great, here we go again," Alex muttered as her vision started to fade. Soon, it went completely black like the last time.
When Alex opened her eyes, she was standing in front of a wooden, ornate door. It was very dark and she could hardly see, so she struggled to find where the handle was, but she found it and opened the door to be faced with a trashed room. Tables and chairs and beds and fabric were shredded. There were various papers and parchments that had been ripped up and were thrown around the room. She noticed the canopy on the bed had been broken and was folded into the bed, the fabric ripped. Mirrors and china were smashed and strewn across the floor. A painting of a young man had been clawed through, but the she was still able to make out the image.
She found one mirror still in tact and glanced at herself in it. Well, she was still the same Alex, but not she was wearing a dress. A dress? She wasn't in a dress before. This was quite odd, but all of it seemed so familiar to her. Like she had seen it or read about it before
She walked farther into the room, nearing double doors that led out to a balcony and noticed one table that was intact, and on top of the table, was a floating, glowing rose, encased in a class case. Her eyebrows scrunched together as she neared the case and lightly touched it with her hand, tracing circles and designs across the glass as she slowly moved around the table.
"Where have I seen this before?" Alex muttered, nearing the other side of the table, where a beautifully designed mirror laid.
"Hmmm."