Chapter 6- Angie, the maid?
"Esmeralda Moppins... ah yes, here you are. Off you go dear." a stern-looking woman with chopped brown hair and sharp spectacles watched as the young girl trotted off towards the huge pink college beyond. "Angela... Nelson, you say?" she noted as the new faerie stepped up to her. "I don't see..."
"It's alright Miss Griselda!" shouted Bloom, who was dashing back from the castle. "I just spoke to Headmistress Faragonda and she gave me directions to let these three in," she indicated the Ella, Angie, and Alexis, "and lead them to her office." she winked at the three girls in a reassuring way.
Startled, and still shivering from nerves, the three girls jogged after Bloom and into the huge pink castle. Through the long corridors they went, barely noticing the beautiful and intricate designs along the walls, much unlike the basic details shown in the cartoon. As of now, their mindset was to follow Bloom and not get lost in the huge college!
They came to an abrupt stop in front of a grand mahogany door which, as Bloom lightly rapped on it, swung open on its own.
"Come in, girls." came a soft, crisp voice. Seeing the elderly faerie for the first time made the girls audibly gasp. She had snowy white hair pulled up in an elegant twist, and had a smooth, ageless face, that was streaked with smile lines as though she couldn't frown without much effort. If the girls hadn't known from the show that she was an older faerie, they didn't feel they could possibly guess an age that matched her looks.
Mystified by meeting another "character" for the first time, the three new girls quietly sat down in the three squashy arm chairs facing the elaborate desk occupied by the headmistress. "Er.. hi-" Angie started, feeling a bit embarrassed. Bloom had left them to their meeting, to help attend to the other students, so the three were on their own.
"No need to feel shy, dears." the Headmistress said kindly, waving her hands in graceful and complicated way. The three young girls watched with amazement as a tea kettle and cups slowly solidified in front of Faragonda'a waving hands. "Tea?" she offered. "Any flavor, you command the cup!"
"Thanks." Angie, Ella and Alexis said breathlessly as they took the cups and hesitantly asked them for their favorite kind of tea.
"So girls, I have called you here today to discuss our plans for you here." a slightly solemn look overtook her cheerfulness, and made her suddenly look much older. "Bloom informed me of finding you three, and relayed to me what your parents told you the day you were attacked. I honestly could not believe my ears when I heard the news, but alas, here you are, and I, as well as this school are here to protect you at all costs."
"P..protect us from what?" Ella stammered, though she, as well as the others knew the answer to that.
"A power that I had long thought was died out and a power that, with the right tools, could destroy the universe." She watched the girls' alarmed faces and added, "yet to counter that, another power that I thought was died out is sitting here in front of me!" she smiled warmly at them. "Now, I must ask you three, is there anything you would like to tell me? Anything you would like to ask?"
Angie looked at her feet. That seemed like a stupid question. There was an incredible amount she wished to ask the Headmistress, yet she didn't feel brave enough to do so. She briefly glanced up to see her two best friends at her sides, both wearing expressions of hesitance.
"I don't think so, Headmistress." Angie said simply.
"Very well." Faragonda nodded. "Now, before I send you off to Miss Griselda to find you rooms, I would like for you three to promise you'll work on finding out what your powers are. That will be extremely important as your first step in overcoming the villains you spoke of."
Angie, Alexis and Ella nodded solemnly. Somehow this seemed like a step they didn't consider impossible.
Being somewhat late to make it to their assigned rooms, Angie and her friends trudged along to their dorm, which, fortunately, contained all three of them.
"I wonder who we'll be rooming with!" Alexis exclaimed enthusiastically. I'm glad we're on the same level, but it looks like we'll have to meet our roommates..."
Ella smiled. "Well, this ought to be an adventure of it's own..." and with that encouraging thought, the three girls split off to find their rooms.
Angie paced down the short hall to find her name etched on on of the shiny glass doors lining the wall. "Angie Nelson and Silvia Sylania..." she read. "Well, time to go meet the person I'll have to live with for the rest of the year.." and she cautiously pushed open the door.
The entire room was painted a dull gray, with circles of what looked like the metallic-sheen of aluminum foil plastered along them. The lighting was a rather head-ache inducing shade, much like that of a questioning-room. She blinked repetitively to try and bring her vision into focus as she tried to scan the rest of the room. There were clothes everywhere, an where there weren't clothes, there were shoes, purses and tubs of jewelry. Angie looked down at her average-sized suitcase packed to the seams with just two weeks worth of clothes, and other necessities. She silently mused on how large a suitcase her new roommate must have.
Slowly, she made her way to what must be her bed under all of the Gucci handbags and diamond earrings and carelessly began to toss them to the other side of the room. It wasn't until she dug her way to the mattress and began throwing her sheets over it that she heard a very unwelcoming squeal.
"You! Maid! Did you do this? Did you throw my precious purses around like they're garbage? They are to stay ON the bed, where they will be safe from scratches and dents!" Angie would have had a hard time taking her seriously even if she didn't just call her a maid, or mention treating her handbags like babies. The girl was decked in what looked to be a dress made purely from aluminum-foil, minus the crinkles, and her platinum-blonde hair was straightened like a sheet of ice behind her back, giving her the illusion of being some kind of walking food-preserver.
"Erm, you must be Silvia," Angie said, biting back a laugh. "I can understand why you would like your... most lovely bags to have a bed of their own, but since we'll be rooming together, I think that bed may have been intended for my use..."
"Excuse me?" Silvia scoffed. "My maid does not need to room with me. You will come while I am at school, so you can keep this pitiful little room clean." she stopped and observed Angie for a moment. "You know, you don't really looklike a maid.. Mine always wear clean white dresses and have their hair tied back. You, however, look like you just came crashing out of an eighties-punk band. No matter. I'll just have to talk to my father about his selection."
Angie stared at Silvia, mouth twitching with amusement and eyebrows raised in a sarcastic expression. "Sorry miss, but I'll be cleaning my half. You'll get to take care of your own mess."
"In your dreams, darling. This is my room. I requested my own for a reason you know. I don't let poor, uneducated maids sleep in the same room as me."
"I don't think you quite understand yet." Angie said, choosing not to be offended, but rather enjoy the girl's arrogance. "I'm not a maid, I'm your roommate!" she held out her hand. "And the name's Angie, if you will be willing to lower yourself to know." she added sarcastically.
"I don't think so." Silvia said, sticking her nose in the air. "Come see the door, it clearly says S- oh!" Angie watched pleasantly as the horror washed over Silvia's face as she read the second name on the door. "I... This is an outrage!" without another word, she briskly left the room, head held high with a very sour look upon her face.
Angie sat down on her half-made bed and laughed. She felt almost bad about the situation, but couldn't help but laugh at this odd predicament. Her? A maid? Hah!