The castle visible just to magical people was up on a lush hill, since everyone had memory of it. Regina knew where it was, of course, but there has never been an occasion for a visit. Now she could admire its majesty at its feet, the marble and the grey stone seems to live again under the influence of strong and old magic. Emma Swan was observing standing close, her green eyes big with wonder, the jeans and typical red jacket were replaced by a grey tuxedo. Regina smiled sluggishly at her, sure that her look will not get detected.
The low voice of Sharon made her leave the state of trance:"I think that we should go in, Regina, are you sure this is where she lives?» The witch with green eyes was looking at her with hesitancy or maybe with prudence. Regina rolled her eyes but answered anyway:"Of course Sharon, Hecate is waiting for us. But we really needed Swan and Miss Atlanta with us?" "You know damn well that they insisted Regina!"
Brenda was starting to regret that damn decision, did they really needed to go? Especially herself, who didn't have any magical power?
Emma, being a Charming, couldn't stop herself from exposing her thoughts:" We are right in front of you? Let's just, let's just go in there, I'm freezing out there!" The two witches nodded in unison and quickly.
They entered the castle passing the marvelous doors, the warm and laughter reached them immediately. Brenda meet shortly her lieutenant's eyes, whom looked as fearful as she was. Then her brown eyes changed destination to the burgundy velvet dress that Sharon had chosen for the evening. The split wasn't particularly high but showed her long legs and the backline exposed the pale skin of her back to the light of the Moon transpiring from the windows.
Well, maybe there was some good things about participating at this absurd teenage, witchy party. Captain Raydor surely wouldn't wear nothing similar at work. " Chief, you are going to burn her back if keep looking at her like that!" Emma Swan, her lieutenant, received her most "mind your own fucking business" expression. Then she started to look around the place. It seemed just a typical scholastic ball, with a lot of black and strange food. The ballroom swarmed of teenagers with colorful dressed, smiling and dancing, a beautiful atmosphere.
With the tail of her eye she could see Emma's hand hovering in the mid air behind the cobalt silk back of Regina. " And she dares to judge me!" suppressing that scornful sound that was trying to escape her mouth, she takes a few steps to reach Sharon and asked:" Regina where's this Hecate? I see only students!" The dark eyed witch was just about to answer when a woman appeared from thin air right in front of them, almost causing her an heart attack. This woman was dressed in black from head to toe, even her hair in the chignon were black, her ebony eyes were comically big and they laser eyed every single one of them until they meet Regina's. Then she lowered herself in a simple bow with one hand lightly on the forehead, saying few measured words:" Well met, Regina Mills". A very strange gesture, if you ask me. Regina does the same thing, them Sharon
Hecate Hardbroom, "Hard-broom" I had to restrain myself from laughing, was concentrating her attention on me and Emma with an skeptical arched eyebrow. Swan immediately lifted her hand for a handshake, presenting herself:" Hi, Emma Swan". The hand, of course, was meet with nothing but air and felled defeated by her hips. Another eyebrow lift itself to meet the first one. Brenda just said her name like an affirmation, and for that obtained a brief but meaningful nod.
" Hecate, they are non-witch, well Miss Swan does have magic but… but it doesn't really matter now. Anyway if you please would forgive them, they don't know our rituals and such." Regina's word seemed to reassure her, and in the same time to shock her enough to stop her from utter another word. There she was, with her eyebrows near her hairline and a slightly open mouth.
Until a little kid with pigtails almost doesn't crash in us. Her little voice shaking:"Oh, Miss Hardbroom, these ladies are your friends?" If possible, Hardbroom's eyes grew wider, and theatrically she turned to meet the girl. "Mildred Hubble, you shouldn't interpose in adult conversations!"
Ah, so she doesn't know how to answer her. Lucky for her Sharon, as the bitchy angel that she is, talks in her behalf:" We came to participate at your famous ball, Miss Hubble". The smile on Mildred's mouth illuminated the entire ballroom before being sent away by her teacher, :" But... but Miss Hardbroom I was sent to you to tell that Miss Pentangle is here!"
At the name the teacher became rigid, and when she turned to look at the room you could almost hear several creaks, like the sounds that emits a robot in an old movie. Above everything else there was a pink and blonde spot, all smiles. A nude arm, then, was weaving at us, with a delicate hand up, saluting enthusiastically. I think all of us saw the blush insinuating on Hecate's pale cheeks.
It appears that we will have an increment of one in the group of useless lesbian, Emma was surely following my exact line of thinking, because taking a step back she whispered to me, few but significant words:"Another one? Like we weren't enough already!" I just nodded and rolled my eyes to the roof, because really,the two of us are more than enough.
The pink spot was coming considerably close now,her hips swaying in an hypnotic way, I have to admit, with a beautiful smile on a rosy and perfect little face. The magenta dress highlighted every single curve, and it did not affect me too much because I had a burgundy one marked with fire on my retinas. Sharon curved her red plump lips in a sneering smile while she looked at me, my tongue remained stuck on the palate for long moments. Meanwhile Emma Swan was having the same intern discourse, with an eyebrow lightly arched, interested. Miss Hardbroom continued to be nothing but a mess:" Well met, Pippa". She greeted her with a soft whisper.
Ah, Pippa then, too "pink" for me anyway.
Her voce was light and harmonious when she spoke, looking directly in miss Hardbrood lost eyes:"Well met Hecate, ehm and with who I have the pleasure to make acquaintance this fine evening?" The dark witch cleared brieftly her throat before answering: "Oh, sure, Pippa I introduce you to Regina Mills, an old friend of mine. And ehm they are her friends…?"- she makes a very perplexed face-" They came to ask me to participate in a whatsoever mission, I don't have familiarity with the details right at the moment."
Pippa's teeth were bare and extremely white between the glossy pinkish lips. But her eyes were staring directly at Regina, as like they were engaged in a some sort of mental duel. Mills was staring back with a unsure expression. The air was wearing thin all around us, the tension could be felt a mile away, and being a witchy contest it could only get worse.
My voice cut between the fog like a knife:" Miss Pentangle I am Brenda Leigh Johnson, she is Sharon Raydor and there is Emma Swan, pleasure to meet you, now if a remember correctly there should be food? Somewhere?" Better run than be hexed by jealous witches.
Miss Hardbroom was using her comically big eyes as ping pong balls, passing between Pippa, very pink, Pentangle and Regina, very perplexed, Mills. Finally she stopped, caught my eyes and after a long confused exhale she spoke:"Of course, it's all there, in the ballroom, please help yourselfes. Maybe later we'll have the chance to talk about this peculiar mission". I nod enthusiastically and thank her before passing an arm around Sharon's waist and taking her away with fast steps.
"Brenda what are you doing? We are not here to eat or lose time, you know that!" She whispers in my ear. I lift my eyes toward the roof for the billion time this night, before talking:"I know! But there wasn't a good atmosphere for sharing sensible details, first they solve their problems, first we can ask for help and get over it!" Sharon was observing me with her famous look, her eyelids almost closed but ultimately lets me carry her with my arm to the buffet.
The velvet is soft, so soft under my fingers and the curve of her waist seems to be made for me, forged for my hands, and I try to not lose myself thinking of her nude skin under the dress, how much softer it surely is compared to the burgundy fabric, as we walk together.