Magic Is Overrated

CH. 5: Funny Story, We Got Shot At

"What happens if they want us to have memorized speeches?" The witch asked, playing with the ends of her hair. Obviously nervous.

The vampire swatted the idea away. "No one, even humans, will tell me what I can and can't do."

"What happens if they're racist towards us? Like pitchforks and torches?" The woman continued with irrational thoughts.

Desmond shifted towards her in the seat beside her. "That is the great choice of having you speak textbook relations to them while I handle their concerns for racial allegations." He flashed a quick smile. "Honestly, my anxiety wielder, you will do wonders. Ms. Fois would not have chosen you if she did not believe in you."

The witch, still stuck on being an anxiety wielder crossed her leg over the other suddenly getting an idea.

"What if the camera people get my bad side?"

The vampire gave her nothing but a glance.

"What if they don't let me redo the pictures I don't like?"

Desmond rolled his eyes. Instead of giving the witch her attention, he opened his illucon.

"What if they get a REALLY bad photo of me? Would they delete it if I ask?"

Eleanora gazed at his stone-cold face.

"What if–"

His illucon disappeared as he locked Eleanora in place with his arms. his left hand near the door handle and his right on the cupholder between them.

The witch is instantly silent. Wishing she could become invisible. Especially her cheeks which she knew were red as they grew hot.

"What if what, angel?"

He smirked, the position giving him the free reign that the vampire bet most men wanted over Eleanora. Unless you are completely forward with her, she won't understand a good chunk of the hints thrown her way.

The witch cursed herself to quit thinking because on top of this, reading her mind was probably going to rile him up for something she wasn't quite ready for.

"You have my undivided attention."

Making him annoyed was very easy when the mind you own was an endless question of itself.

The witch's eyes traveled down from the man's golden eyes to his neck slowly taking in his scent. Her eyes wandered his body for what she could only think of was more than likely the fifth time.

The vampire's arms were covered by the black jacket with the university purple symbol on the chest and a little of his silk purple button-up. Even the button-up was adorned with a black vest. To finish off his pleasing suit, he wore a few skulls and sword pins on the jacket plus the university insignia as his cufflinks. The outfit made the woman wonder if Desmond packed it out or if Maximus helped him. The decor seems more like Maximus tried to help make Desmond look even more intimidating in the suit.

The woman wore a short but long-sleeved black velvet dress. The dress had black lace along the bottom of the dress and the edges of the bell sleeves.

Julia did a number working her fashion magic. The witch's friend said she was going for an "office siren" look. The dress was one of Julia's "slut fits". That just meant the shapeshifter was going to cut it up to her liking for drunken excursions.

Her friend's dress hugged the witch's curves. The witch isn't a "big girl" just curvier than the modern standard of beauty in the world. The woman constantly can't choose between small shirts that pronounce her chest as if she is asking for attention or the large shirts that do in fact make her look larger than she is.