Dave and I walk from the bookstore. My shift was over, we were going to go home before training.
Balthazar said that we were edging upon our last years of being apprentices, and soon we would become masters ourselves. College for me was gone, and also for Dave. It really helped us focus of our magical studies, other than the jobs we picked up.
Dave and I became an odd sort of friends. Friends who own an apartment together and are always with each other. We didn't let the boyfriend girlfriend title push us into anything, since both of us were awkward with romance stuff anyways.
Horvath wasn't missed, or Darcie. I wasn't bothered by any angry Morganians, and I felt like there weren't many who knew where I was anyways.
Dave trips as we head up the stairs and I try to help catch his fall. My arms wrap around his torso and hold him up while he gets to his feet, both of us continuing the climb. He sheepishly smiles and we reach our floor, opening the door to an oddly silent apartment, red flags shooting up everywhere. We give each other glances before warily stepping inside, looking everywhere as we shuffle across the carpet. The rug catches my attention and I slowly roll it up, watching as it swallows itself.
Persian quicksand rug spell.
I smile, but look around the living room. The door to Dave's bedroom was open, and I silently creep over to it.
A man, short in stature, but dark in clothing was looking out the window. His head slightly turns to the side to show that he knew I walked in.
"What are you doing here?" I ask, stepping in with my snake on my hand.
"How dare you." He mumbles.
"Pardon?" I ask.
"How dare you do this, Morgana." He hisses.
"Excuse me for having morals." I hiss back. The man turns around and I almost flinch at his piercing gray eyes and scowl. He suddenly takes a swing at me, ring blazing, but I dodge to the side and my hand hits to standing mirror Dave had. An idea pops into my mind and the reflection ripples.
The man retaliates and tries to do something, but my New York instincts kick in and my leg kicks out, hitting home. Dave flinches from the doorway when the man crumbles to his feet, letting me lift him in the air and rocket him into the mirror, landing on the mirror bed.
"Woo!" I cry, adrenaline making my nerves high with my victory. I keep making a victory scream as I run over to Dave and grab his face, kissing it suddenly and surprising both if us.
I fall silent.
"Oh, uh..." I stammer, knowing what I just did. Dave only smiles and brings me in for another kiss.
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