Perfect Speculo | A High Card Fanfic

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Rain drizzled slightly above the land of Fourland. The private jet’s engines hummed to a soothing silence as the door hydraulically hissed open, revealing the luxurious interior. The plush leather seats beckoned with their promise of comfort, but it was the figure emerging from the shadows that stole the spotlight. With an air of confidence that seemed beyond her years, the fourteen-year-old girl stepped onto the tarmac, her amber eyes sparkling with a glint of courtesy and charisma.





Her long hair, a dull shade of pink, cascaded down her back and shoulders, catching the slight droplets of the early afternoon rain. A gold hair band adorned with delicate engravings held her lustrous locks in place, adding a shimmering touch of elegance to her appearance. Her fair skin clear of stress and worry glowed, a mole below her intensifying her beauty As she descended the plane’s stairs, an umbrella buffed opened to shield her from the rain; her footsteps on the steel steps were barely audible, muffled by the quiet presence of her cowboy boots. The boots, a stunning blend of magenta leather and gold studs, elevated her already striking ensemble.





“Welcome home. Pardon my clumsiness, Miss Elba’varez. I hope you had a comfortable flight.” The servant that opened the umbrella at the jet’s door entrance. His old eyes staring ashamed at the wet  of the droplets on the girl’s white blazer not yet soaked – had you been in a distant, one would’ve assumed the tiny predicaments as mere shiny crystals of the styled suit.







Her attire was a statement of impeccable taste and undeniable confidence. The amber eyed girl wore a pristine white suit that hugged her youthful frame, the tailored jacket accentuating her slender shoulders. The magenta polo neck crop top that peeked out from beneath the suit jacket added a vibrant splash of color, a daring style choice that somehow seemed perfectly at home on her. The ensemble was a bold testament to her fashion-forward sensibilities, highlighting her ability to effortlessly blend sophistication with a youthful edge.





The girl smiled out of kindness.






“No need to get all hyped up over this,” she merely flapped her hand to wipe the water out, casually adding question, “Is the driver here?”







“Yes Ma’am.”







“How perfect.” A sense of sarcasm toned into her sighed voice but the servant dared not to question.



As she made her way through the private hangar and into the bustling airport, her confident stride never wavered. She moved through the crowd with the grace of a seasoned performer, her head held high and her eyes focused on the path ahead. The click of her boots on the tiled floor seemed to harmonize with the rhythm of her heartbeat, creating an intoxicating symphony of self-assurance.



The airport, typically a place of frenzied activity, seemed to slow down in her presence. Heads turned and conversations fell silent as people caught sight of her ethereal beauty. Passengers, airport staff, and even the usually impassive security personnel couldn’t help but be captivated by her magnetic aura. They watched in awe as she effortlessly weaved through the throngs of people, her presence commanding attention at every turn.



Despite the sea of admiring gazes, she remained composed, her expression serene and unaffected by the attention.



The airport’s glass doors slid open, and she stepped out into the embrace of the daylight. The sun’s rays caressed her pink hair, creating a halo-like effect that seemed to illuminate her every step. A sleek, black car awaited her arrival, the driver already holding the door open in anticipation. Without even a final glance back at the airport, she gracefully settled into the back seat, her aura of confidence intact.





“Lets go.” She informs with a demanding yet polite tone. The  driver  nods, pressing the clutch and then brakes slowly and shifting the gears to accelerate.






As the car pulled away from the curb, the ordinary pace of the airport resumed, but it was forever altered by the presence of the remarkable young girl. Her elegance, beauty, and superior aura had left an indelible mark on the hearts and minds of those who had witnessed her arrival.





The fourteen year old girl who had a remarkable reputation long ago; her talents known all across the Kingdom of Fourland.  Her breathe misted against her car window as the rain pattered and pittered along the trip on the road; a smokey stain leaving the glass as she sighs. Memory of the previous week runs through her brain, causing a sudden headache.