Freshman x Sorceress (GL)

Chapter 9 - Live like a Queen

Two days passed before Cassandra and Maeve found themselves standing in the expansive emptiness of a penthouse apartment. After meticulous consideration, they had whittled down their options to a singular location. Cassandra's discerning taste insisted on a place that was as high as possible so she had a 360 vantage point of her surroundings.

The penthouse was a marvel to behold. The vacant space showcased floor-to-ceiling windows that framed a breathtaking panorama of the city. Two elegant chandeliers adorned each side of the room, casting a warm glow over the luxurious space. A staircase gracefully ascended to an open bedroom area, adding a touch of grandeur to the already luxurious setting.

Stepping onto the balcony, they discovered an infinity pool, enhancing the allure of the residence. It was the epitome of a place fit for a billionaire, an abode where luxury met the skyline, and every detail spoke of a lifestyle draped in extravagance.

"It's perfect," Cassandra said, her gaze fixated on the grandeur surrounding her.

Meanwhile, Maeve wandered around, absorbing the scenery that seemed to defy belief.

"I can't believe you live here now. This place cost a fortune, and you bought it just like that," Maeve said, still trying to grasp the reality of the situation.

"Well, I needed legitimate space to practice my spells, and privacy was non-existent in that shabby dwelling I was residing in before. This will do just fine," Cassandra replied.

"Okay, before we get you settled, we have to break this place in,"

"What exactly do you mean?" Cassandra inquired, her curiosity piqued.

Without a word, Maeve retrieved her phone and scrolled through it momentarily, she looked up at Cassandra, set her phone down, and music began to fill the room.

*The song 'Rocket fuel' by DJ shadow was playing.*

"What exactly are you doing?" Cassandra questioned, watching Maeve with a mixture of confusion and amusement.

Maeve didn't reply; instead, she started dancing. Not that Maeve was a particularly skilled dancer, but she popped, locked, and shimmied regardless.

"What in the nine realms are you doing Maeve?"

Maeve didn't answer, instead her dancing intensified.

"Oh no, it's getting worse," Cassandra remarked, half in jest.

"Come on, don't tell me you don't have dancing in Magicland," Maeve teased.

"Of course we dance, just not like that," Cassandra chuckled slightly, observing Maeve's enthusiastic moves.

The music continued to play as Maeve approached Cassandra. With a mischievous grin, she grabbed both of Cassandra's hands and guided her into a two-step around the empty space. The duo danced, laughter filling the penthouse as they welcomed the magic of a new beginning.

Maeve, ever practical, inquired, "So, when do you wanna go furniture shopping?"

Cassandra turned to Maeve, a mischievous smile playing on her lips. With no wasted movements, she swiftly tied her hair into a neat bun. "You may leave the furniture to me."

The sound of music continued to fill the air.

With swift grace, Cassandra began to ascend into the middle of the room. She pointed in one direction, and a green zap left her finger, materializing into an elegant armchair. With a twirl in another direction & seemingly moving to the sound of the music, she pointed and another zap transformed into a luxurious rug.

Maeve's eyes widened in excitement. "She's so freakin' cool!"

Cassandra ascended higher into the air, a whirlwind of magic surrounding her as she spun faster. Rays of enchantment shot in every direction, materializing into an array of furniture and household items. Her movements were so swift that she almost appeared as a blur, the laughter escaping her lips echoing through the entire room.

"Looks like she's finally having some fun," Maeve thought to herself, watching the magical spectacle unfold.

As the song neared its end, Cassandra began to descend gracefully. Floating back towards Maeve, she unpinned her bun, and her rich black hair cascaded down to her shoulders. This seemingly simple yet delicate action caused Maeve's heart to skip a beat, captivated by the ethereal transformation.

Cassandra's feet touched the floor as she gently brushed past the awestruck Maeve, uttering, "That is how we do it in Magicland."

The residue of magic lingered in the air, leaving an enchanting ambiance in the wake of Cassandra's spellbinding display.

Maeve's gaze swept across the room, and it was only then that she noticed the profound transformation. What was once an empty space now stood adorned with furniture and other wondrous unknown items. Each piece seemingly plucked from another realm, unfamiliar to her earthly sensibilities. The room had become a sanctuary for otherworldly artifacts, turning it into a mystical haven.

Spell books flew around above her head, their pages fluttering like birds with arcane knowledge, while potions arranged on a shelf crackled and popped with magical energy. The air was thick with the hum of enchantment, and the entire room seemed to resonate with a pulsating magical force. It was as if the boundaries of Earth had dissolved, and they had entered a realm beyond reality.

In this newly forged domain of magic, Maeve and Cassandra found themselves isolated from the mundane world. The room had become their private haven, a magical retreat that existed solely for them. The enchanting ambiance held them captive, transporting them to a world where the ordinary ceased to exist, and the extraordinary unfolded before them.

This was the power of a sorceress supreme, and she had only just begun to scratch the surface.

Maeve's attention was drawn to a painting adorning a wall, and she approached it with a sense of curiosity. The masterpiece before her bore the unmistakable touch of a master artist. Every stroke was a testament to skill, rendering the scene with an astonishing lifelike quality.

The subject of the painting, a woman, bore an uncanny resemblance to Jennifer, yet it was evident that she was not the same person. Seated with regal elegance, dressed in captivating attire not of this world, the woman's eyes held a hint of loneliness that tugged at Maeve's heart.

"I'm guessing that's you, the real you," Maeve asked.

"Indeed, how observant of you." replied Cassandra, her presence felt as she approached Maeve from behind.

"Wow, you truly do look like Miss D. I mean, you two could practically be twins," Maeve remarked, her eyes lingering on the intricate details of the painting.

Cassandra observed Maeve's admiration with a thoughtful gaze. "Worry not. I will do everything in my power to return to my domain and bring Jennifer back to you. I'm aware you harbor strong feelings for this woman. I will make sure you are reunited once more."

Upon hearing these words, Maeve's heart sank into her chest. Cassandra, seemingly unaffected, walked away to attend to other matters within the room.

Left alone, Maeve couldn't push the negative thoughts away that swirled in her mind.

"Why would you say that... idiot."