Even in a world full of magic and wonder, no one can escape dealing with very human problems.
Claire, the outspoken witty new kid mermaid is fearful of being alone and separated, and just wants a group of friends to call her own. Elora, the wild on...
Two tiny droplets of black maka oil were placed under the nostrils of Nurse Polledo. The pungent odor filled the room. Claire held her nose and gagged as Thomas handed her the residual root pulp. The scent could only be described as wet, nutty, mulched wood chips decaying in a compost machine. She threw the pulp in a small plastic garbage bag and tied it shut, making sure the knot was tight. "He doesn't know what he's doing, does he?" She looked to Thomas, who paced back and forth by Lily's bedside, waiting for something to happen. He put his hand to his mouth and started to rub his upper lip with his index finger.
Nurse Polledo let out a cough as the oil started to absorb into her skin. She wiped the excess oil running from her nose and looked up to see the mini crowd that had form around Lily's bed. She was awake. Finally. Her eyes looked at Abelle and Elora, vigorously fighting to hold the relaxation charm on Lily's forehead. Realizing the severity of the situation she picked herself off the smooth tiled floor and pushed the two girls away. With a few bends of her fingers and a rather long incantation, she started the charm up again. The green light emanating from her fingertips stronger and brighter than Abelle and Elora's combined.
It was several moments of Nurse Polledo's extreme casting Lily's mind finally allowed the relaxation charm to take effect. Almost immediately after the green light dissolved, her limbs stopped shaking and her body was calm for the first time in four and a half hours. Despite the oil and Mystic's plea, Lily was still fast asleep.
The nurse took a breath of relief. "That girl's a fighter," she joked. She looked at Abelle."You should be proud you were able to hold that charm for that long." Her head turned to Thomas and his container of home-brewed black maka oil. "I was on my way to get that stuff but the effects of whatever caused that sleep must have hit me before I could," she explained. She took another deep breath and motioned the group away from Lily's side.
He thought of what had really transpired that day he made the fudge. Something he overlooked. When Lily broke the glass the spell must have sprinkled on the fudge. Thomas looked at the floor avoiding her gaze. "An intellect spell gone wrong," he said sheepishly. "I take full responsibility. It was all my fault!" He looked at Lily, laying in the bed with her eyes shut tight. He could faintly make out the small rise and fall in her stomach with each breath. "Is she going to be okay?"
The girls all shook their heads. Abelle, Mystic, and Elora were filled with disgust. Abelle and Elora were still panting from Lily's resistance to the relaxation charm. Mystic sneered, lip curled up as her eyes stared into Thomas' core. You did this, she thought. The room filled up with a wet humid musk as Mystic's face burned bright red.
"Enough. Get that to everyone who was infected on this campus." Nurse Polledo handed Thomas a small eyedropper. "And, it's one drop under the nostrils, not two." She watched as Thomas ran out the door with the eyedropper and container of oil in hand. "Don't just stand there, someone go with him."
The three other girls stared at Nurse Polledo. Abelle, Elora, and Mystic evaded the call. Each of them, with their arms crossed, silently watched on as Claire marched towards the doorway.
Thomas and Claire ran though the halls dropping the malodorous oil onto each faculty member effected by the fudge. Within the next hour the school day was fully functioning again, and Thomas sat on the long wooden bench outside Volk's office. He kicked his legs as he waited to be called in.
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