Alethea is a kind-hearted girl carrying the weight of the Magic Dimension on her shoulders. Read as she tries to find her place in a world full of chaos, while she herself is anything but. Adjusting to a life filled with danger when all she wants is...
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Alethea's POV:
The heat from the frying pan hit my face, and I had to fight the urge to turn away from the discomfort. The sound of sizzling filled the kitchen, mingling with the easy chatter of my friends, as I hummed a tune under my breath. My concentration broke when I felt an arm drape around my shoulders, and I looked up to see Musa grinning back at me. Her cheerful expression was contagious, and I couldn't help but return it with a warm smile.
"How are the potatoes coming along, Alethea?" Musa's gaze fell on the pan, her curiosity shining in her eyes. I glanced down at the potatoes and felt a small swell of pride at the sight of their perfect golden crust.
"Almost done," I replied, keeping my voice soft as I lowered the heat. "We should get the plates ready so we can eat soon."
"I'm on it!" Musa leaped away, hurrying to grab plates and cutlery. We all needed a break from Bloom's potion-making session and were more than ready for a meal after hours of hard work.
Bloom rubbed the back of her neck, smiling sheepishly. "You know, I'll feel like such an idiot if this doesn't work."
"Where did you even get the formula?" Musa asked, and I leaned in, suddenly very curious myself. I hoped it wasn't from one of those Teen Fairy magazines—I could almost see the explosion that would follow. The thought alone sent a shiver down my spine.
"It's from the new Fairies Self-Improvement Guide, so it should work," Bloom said optimistically. But her answer was met with skeptical looks; after all, we were still freshmen. "A thousand potatoes, a bushel of flip-weed, and a magic backflip, and you'll make good decisions for a whole day. Good judgment guaranteed!"
We all watched with growing amusement as Bloom's feet left the ground and she did a mid-air backflip, her aura glowing faintly. The excitement in her eyes was unmistakable. But just then, the doors burst open, and Chef Sfoglia stormed in, his expression a mix of irritation and bewilderment.
"I thought I heard some tiny voices," he muttered in his thick accent, eyeing us with suspicion. "What are you girls doing in my kitchen?"
"We're working on a potion for class, sir." My attempt to explain felt weak even to me, and I couldn't quite meet his gaze, my eyes shifting nervously.
But he barely acknowledged my words, instead casting a disgusted look over the cluttered countertops. "This place is a mess!"
"The potion lab wasn't available," Tecna piped up, as if that would excuse the mess we'd made.
Musa couldn't resist smirking, unfazed by his anger. "Relax, maestro, have a spud."
Chef Sfoglia's eyes widened in horror. "My spiro potatoes! You're using my babies?" He pointed at the omelettes and potatoes with an exasperated sigh. "And what's all this?"
