This choice: One of Melona's Father's Assistants • Go Back...Chapter #7One of Melona's Father's Assistants by: Gigajules    
Melona felt a level of exhilaration that she hadn't in quite some time. For once, it seemed as though things were actually working out for her! Apart from a strange tightness in her chest, which was no-doubt from the excitement, nothing was going wrong!
All of the energy drained from her the moment she entered Chantess' office.
The room was more-or-less what she had expected, neat and orderly and adorned with framed patents of magical tools, but the young witch wasn't able to take in the atmosphere of the office, or even pay attention to her professor, sitting on a small couch sipping tea and looking far more rested than before. Instead, Melona instantly noticed the woman sitting across from her professor. It would be hard for anyone to not notice her, as even sitting down she towered over most others, being ten feet tall when standing, and who exuded a beauty and poise that would draw the attention of anyone. But that's not what ignited the creeping anxiety stirring up in the young witch.
"Madam Pearsley." The large woman said, without even turning to look in her direction, "You're late."
"Um, s-sorry..." Melona muttered, walking forwards. The woman in question was Ginger Frostbite, one of Melona's father's most trusted assistants. Normally she could always be found at her father's side, but Melona wasn't surprised to find him absent. Still, her presence here made something crystal clear, something that made Melona more scared than excited:
Her father knew what she was doing. And he wanted her to know that he was watching.
"Yes, but that is not unexpected for Ms. Pearsly, as I'm sure you're already aware." Chantess said offhandedly between sips of tea. She gestured for Melona to sit across from her, next to the half-giant who seemed to be scrutinizing her every move without even having to look up from her teacup. "Ms. Pearsley, Ms.Frostbite would like to sit in on our meeting, is that alright with you?"
"U-um... Yeah, that's fine..." Melona stammered, pouring herself a cup of tea if only to have an excuse to not look anyone in the eyes. Chantess' brow raised a fraction of centimeter, but she said nothing, instead picking up a folder and holding it towards Melona.
"Here are the forms you'll need to begin the process of registering your spell," Chantess began, "Of course, many of them you will not be able to submit without my input, but it may benefit you to rifle through them beforehand."
Melona hummed as she took the folder and opened it, scanning over the papers without fully knowing what she was looking for.
"I will admit, I was not, erm..." Chantess sighed, a hand on the side of her temple, "...At my full faculties when I agreed to this meeting. However, I am a witch of my word." She lifted her wand and waved it, causing a strange metallic mannequin leaning against the wall to float from it's corner, until it was propped up at the side of their sitting area. The dummy was blank, save for several markings detailing the edges of it's segmented body. "This is a tool I've borrowed from the Nurses' Office, take care not to damage it. It is capable of emulating a variety of biological states and fuctions. Right now I have it set to the biology of an average human, and it is in a state of hunger. Please demonstrate your spell now."
"Okay!" Melona said, shooting up from her seat, more than happy to put a little more distance between herself and the imposing PA. She walked in front of the dummy and pulled out her wand. She pointed it at the stomach area and imagined a full dinner, feeling her mana well up and...  indicates the next chapter needs to be written. |
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