WarLock King And His Witch Queen

6

Mazarine walked into the library that was held a few blocks away from her apartment, and smiled at the secretary warmly.

"Hi Mazarine, how are you doing?"

"I'm doing good, Leslie. How are you?"

Mazarine continued to slowly walk to a part of the library she knew she enjoyed the best while waiting for a reply.

"I'm good, dear."

Mazarine nodded and sped her pace to get to her spot.

Mazarine enjoyed the back corner in the rows of books. It held the older books no one really enjoyed or would think to look at so it was normally just her. It also happened to be comfy and warm because Leslie put a few cushions and blankets, she had noticed that Mazarine always went back there.

Mazarine sets her satchel down and pulls her book out from it's cold leather interior. She continued to read about the cleanliness and neatness of her characters love life. The more and more chapters went by the more the love became messy. In Mazarine's opinion.

Mazarine continued to read and had got so caught up in the words that she hadn't noticed that Leslie had started to clean the leather books and their shelves. Leslie turns down to the row of books Mazarine sat with and smiled warmly down at her.

"Don't mind me dear. I'll only be a moment."

"Don't worry, Leslie. I don't mind your company."

Mazarine replied and watched as Leslie flicked her wrist, the top row of books hovering over the shelf as the duster flicked the dust and germs off the shelf independently. Mazarine watched as slight magic sprinkled off of Leslie, particularly in her hands as she worked effortlessly with her simple magic. Leslie worked quickly and had finished within seconds before leaving Mazarine to herself once more.

Mazarine read without any distractions until she heard Leslie greet with a tone as if royalty was near by.

"Good evening, Mr.Sereno."

Mazarine looks up at the name, her mind running with past memories of the man just mentioned.

"Good evening, Ma'am."

Amias' deep voice echos in the quiet library.

Mazarine looks up innocently as Amias rounds the corner and stops as his eyes land on a Mazarine.

"Hi,"

Mazarine squeaks out, embarrassed by being caught on the ground.

"Hi beautiful."

Amias chuckles, stepping towards Mazarine and crouching down to be at her level.

"What are you doing on the ground, love?"

Amias chuckles again, tucking a piece of her hair behind her ear. Mazarine's face grows more red and she smiles with a shrug.

"I like it here."

"On the ground?"

"No, in this corner with all the cushions and blankets. It's comfy."

Mazarine mumbles, finding herself playing with the rings on Amias' hand.

"Yeah? It's comfy on the ground?"

Amias teases further, earning a glare from Mazarine.

"Shut up."

Mazarine pushes Amias in the shoulder, a smile peeking on her face. Amias gives her a more teasing look, pushing her even more.

"There's cushions."