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Electric Revolution

Chapter 4

The City out of Focus

"Whoa!" Morgana gasped out for a nice deep breath of fresh air. "Clear air, no more morons, and I'm super-rich and assisting in making Dumbledore and his stupid band of faggots' dirt poor!"

"Umm… Morgana… err, well…?" Ginny felt a little fidgety as Morgana turned to look at her with a bright grin with sparkling white teeth. She was making Ginny feel weak by just looking at her like that, in that cute and sexy way. It was almost too hard to keep from jumping her, and then humping her, which was an all-new concept to the red head.

Ginny couldn't help but feel that way. She just need to look at her. She had never felt so close to anyone before. She had let Morgana's emotions into her heart and now she was hers. She could admit that to herself. She belonged to her. Even more. She wanted to be hers. To belong in her arms, happy, content to feel all of her free emotions. To be able to feel like that someday.

"What is it Ginny?" she asked me with an impish grin.

Ginny was startled as she had almost forgotten she was going to ask a question. "Oh, right," she said sheepishly. "Sorry. I just thought that maybe we should start with some school robes if that's okay with you? I don't need any since mine still fit, but you'll need them for your first year at Hogwarts."

"Right you are sweetness!" she chimed, taking Ginny's hand and smiling brightly she allowed Ginny to lead her to the robe store where she could buy a new school uniform. Ginny loved the way Morgana smiled and acted so sweet after such stress with the mess with the goblins.

They entered the robe shop and Ginny couldn't help but grimace slightly as she saw the dark skinned girl having robes pinned up to her size standing on a small stool at the end of the store. She had long loose dark hair, crinkled at the ends with dark eyes, and a pretty face. If she remembered correctly, she was in third year, and in Slytherin House. Ginny only remembered that because her not quite friend, but sometimes lab partner, and part time friend was in Slytherin, and her older sister was friends with this dark skinned beauty.

"Her names Felicity Smoke!" Ginny quickly whispered to her empress. "She's in Slytherin House. I don't know much about her."

"That's okay baby!" Morgana replied shrugging, smiling, amused. "Hello, ma'am," she said to the woman helping Felicity. She didn't seem to notice the patronising tone. Ginny knew it was too good for someone as rebellious as Morgana to truly being honestly polite to anyone who had not earned that honour yet.

"Oh, need some robes for Hogwarts dear?" the woman asked with a motherly smile that could teach Ginny's mother something.

Morgana nodded her head. "Yep," she agreed as the woman helped her onto the second stool. "I'll need a whole set that will last me the year at least," she said and the woman nodded quickly and headed off, leaving them alone with the dark skinned Slytherin.

Smoke stared at both Ginny and Morgana coldly and Ginny feared for her safety, but Morgana seemed not to notice. Though, Ginny was certain she was up to something, or at least planned on putting this girl in her place.

"Are you a transfer student?" the black girl suddenly asked, curious. Her voice both smooth and sharp. She wore some black rimmed glasses around her eyes giving her a nerdy appearance. This actually stamped out any bite she might have had, but if not for the goblin thing showing Ginny what real power was she might have flinched.

"No!" Morgana replied over the top, exhilarating. "I'm here just because I like the uniform," she said so sarcastically that her words were like sludge.

The black girl said nothing and barely responded to the sarcasm. "I'm Felicity Smoke. Is that… Blood-traitor with you?"

Ginny couldn't quite grimace as Morgana looked to the girl with a wicked grin that made the girl lose her cold look, concern clouding her eyes as she realised that she was messing with a dangerous girl, which showed she was smart and observant. Morgana moved before the girl fully realised that she made a mistake, grabbing her hair and snapping her neck back.

Felicity looked terrified as Morgana put her lips to her ear, speaking clear but low. "That's my girl you're talking about!" she hissed, causing Ginny, and Felicity to shiver for different reasons. She looked like she was frozen in place, her face in a painful grimace.

"The name is Morgana! But if you don't play with me nicely, you'll have to call me Plasma!" she continued, licking inside the girls' ear with a spark that tingled her, which brought out a whimper and Ginny could sense the growing horror, and it excited her more than ever. "And I'm not the type of girl you want to cross, got it bitch?!" she demanded, nibbling her ear now. The girl was in tears, her eyes nodding more than her head could.

"Y-yes M-Master!" she whimpered out quickly, shivering and Ginny looked down to see some pee escaping from her pinned up robes.

"Good, now apologise to Ginevra!" she demanded, still holding her just so.

Felicity was cowering as only her eyes could move to look at me. "I-I'm sorry Lady G-Ginevra. Please. I-I am in your debt!" she said hopeful, and Ginny nodded in acceptance as she felt sorry for the delicious looking girl as Morgana let her go.

Felicity was red in the cheeks still whimpering as she dropped to her hands and knees bowing before Morgana pulled the terrified girl up to her feet, half holding her in her arms.

"You and your witch friends stand by me!" Morgana demanded. "And we can be awesome, and do whatever we want to get vengeance on the arse wipes that think they can control us," she said, gesturing the girl dismissed.

"Y-y-yes. M-my-I apologise about my behaviour Master!" she managed to gasp out as her breathing was heavy. "I was out of line. Please. I shall forever make amends. I have… I am truly s-sorry."

"No sweat, Felicity," Morgana replied, changing in an instant and smirking. "Just next time you wet yourself warn me and Gin so we can get close and personal to enjoy the show through your undies."

"Y-yes My Master!" she stuttered out darkening red with embarrassment, totally humiliated even though she knew Morgana was being honest with her words.

Felicity was then quick to flee without even removing the robe, but Morgana made that 'go away', (the 'stealing' thing. It was kind of her fault. Not that Ginny would ever admit that), by paying for them and more when buying her own robes from the baffled woman, and having the dark skinned girls orders sent on to her home as a kind gift.

Ginny could not help but quiver as she watched the woman take extra care while measuring Morgana's school uniform. The woman might have caught the gist of what she did to Smoke, and realised that Morgana was a "high" standing customer far above the likes of Smoke and wanted to get the extra business that Morgana could bring when she needed things like custom made clothes for example. She took as much care while helping Morgana pick out some normal everyday robes as well as some muggle clothes she had in stock, promising to get more muggle selections for the next time they visited of the latest fashions.

Morgana asked about that. It turned out that very few people ever asked for muggle clothes. If they did. They were normally purebloods who didn't understand the muggle world enough to buy clothes there. It was quite interesting to find out Ginny supposed. Morgana had forced Ginny to accept a few gifts of cute outfits Morgana decided would look hot on her.

Ginny could just about imagine her dad with his odd and frankly offensive muggle fascination trying to buy some muggle clothes. The thought was quite amusing. She smiled a little and Morgana gave her a look as they finally left the robe shop as the woman inside started scrubbing up the pee on the floor with her wand, which was interesting as Morgana actually thought the house cleaning charm would have been useful to learn and put it on her 'need to learn' list.

"My dad has this weird fascination with muggle stuff," Ginny answered her questioning look while holding onto her arm. "He doesn't really have a clue. The stuff he knows about. Those TV things and whatever. He believes they're just silly fads. I was imagining how he would react in a muggle shop, and it would be… well highly amusing."

"Sounds like your dads' racist but doesn't see it," she replied, whimsically as she paused her steps, amused. "So, anyway, where shall we go next?" she asked, so Ginny led her on, surprised as she realised the truth behind Morgana's words.

to be continued…