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 Female x Female  Modern/Modern Fantasy  Romance  Supernatural/Paranormal The Little Shop Of Misfits (Dashenka and Chrystal)

Discussion in 'Roleplay Execution' started by Chrystal Dark, Jan 5, 2019.

  1. Chrystal Dark

    Chrystal Dark Boobie Girl! Member

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    @Dashenka

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    Misfits had been trading in this small city on the banks of a river in the American Bible Belt for about five years now. The sole proprietor, one Andrea McCall, clearly ran the shop more as a hobby than anything else. She was obviously independently wealthy, as when she had arrived in town, she had bought a large house on the edge of town that was nearly derelict, paid cash up front, and then had renovated it in a matter of weeks to be a home many of the neighbourhood's residents were envious of.

    She had also purchased a modest sized retail unit in one of the busy commercial areas of the city, and had fitted that out as well. Those people who took the time to get to know her, said she was charming, friendly, gracious and generous. But the nature of her business, not to mention her attire and the way she seemed to attract young people, turned the majority of the Christian Right wing against her.

    Misfits was outwardly a gift shop, but the gifts Andrea stocked were generally on the fantasy side - dragons, fairies, wizards and witches, castles, goblins and ogres... Statuettes in a range of materials from resin to bronze, and in sizes from a couple of centimetres to almost a full metre for the most expensive. Along with those there were birth stones, amulets, crystals and costume jewellery. Behind the gift area was a section selling books, dealing with a diverse range of subjects from herbalism to the occult, pagan gods to Christianity, witchcraft to alternative medicine, and a small section of selected fantasy and science fiction.

    Upstairs, towards the rear of the shop was a large area dedicated to teenage clothing - mostly girls' cloths and mostly in the various Goth styles. Towards the front of the shop was something that resembled a cross between a coffee lounge and a youth club. Comfortable chairs and sag-bags littered the room, there was a drinks vending machine that sold coffee, tea, hot chocolate and soup, and another vending machine that sold brand-name snacks and cold drinks. While the brand-name stuff was always available and a lot cheaper than elsewhere, the hot drinks were free, and really good quality. The lounge area was called "The No 'Bad' Zone", labelled as such in big letters, with a sign under it listing what was 'bad'.

    And over it all, Andrea presided. She dressed mostly in comfortable, form-hugging clothes of black or red, and was about as easy-going as any adult could be.

    And so of course the bible-thumpers had labelled her "Witch". With the current laws regarding religious freedom in the USA, they were unable to actually have her arrested and burned at the stake. Witchcraft per-se is not actually illegal. Sacrificing virgins to The Horned God - that is illegal.

    Andrea answered her critics - when she bothered to pay them any attention at all - by laughing. "Seriously?" She had said on the local television news, "A witch? Really! What sort of person actually believes in witchcraft, in this day and age? I ask you! Next thing you know they'll be saying that Santa Clause and The Easter Bunny are real!" And yet, the rumours persisted.

    A police raid on her premises, following an "anonymous tip-off", found only perfectly legal herbal remedies (many of which actually worked), and a small quantity of Peyote that she kept locked in a safe for sale to Native Americans for religious purposes.

    Oddly, one of the police officers who was on the raid was a member of one of the local evangelical churches. Andrea spotted him putting his hand in his pocket an pulling out a pack of white powder. She immediately drew the attention of the sergeant leading the raid, the officer was suspended and later arrested and charged.

    And now, on a particular Saturday morning, Andrea was getting ready to go and open the shop. And she had decided the time was right to take on an apprentice. The question of who had been settled when Sophia Williams had celebrated her eighteenth birthday. Up until that day, Andrea had considered her as just another teenage girl who frequented the shop and enjoyed the free drinks. But on the girl's birthday, something changed. Andrea wasn't entirely sure how she knew, but she knew!

    "Are you sure?" Gwendolen Morgan asked her. "Are you certain she's the one?"

    "Yep. Absolutely." Andrea replied. "Gwen, she's absolutely perfect. I know in my bones, she's the right choice."

    "She's a klutz, She trips over her own feet, she dropped out of high school last year to annoy her parents, she's ill disciplined..."

    "And what was I at that age? All those things and more. And yet you chose me, trained me, and look at me now!" Andrea did a little twirl in her kitchen and knocked over her coffee cup. Fortunately it was empty. She caught it before it could roll off the table.

    "Still a klutz!" Gwendolen sniggered.

    Andrea glared at her, then shrugged. "Anyway, Gwen, she's my choice. And that's final."

    Gwen laughed - or more accurately, cackled. "On your head be it, sugar!"

    Andrea shook her head. Her mentor was always full of advice, but Andrea was headstrong and stubborn. And she knew that her choice was correct. Sophia Williams was to be her apprentice. Of course, the tricky part might be convincing Sophia of that...!

    At the shop, Andrea Found the sign she had made yesterday, waited until she saw Sophia coming towards the shop, and popped it into a prominent place in the window:

    HELP WANTED

    Apply Within
     
  2. Dashenka

    Dashenka Wild Member Member

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    Her 18th birthday had not gone according to plan. Not that Sophia ever made plans but that day was beyond anything even she could have imagined. It had started off pretty normal. Or at least normal for a heavily Christian family. The whole family joined in chants and praises to thank the Lord for being here and how blessed they were to celebrate their daughter, cousin, granddaughter and what not’s coming of age. As if anybody but Sophia herself had done anything for it. It was dreadful, mostly because of the comments Sophia got on not going to church anymore and on her clothes. Christian girls shouldn’t be wearing jeans and tops but skirts and blouses. Everytime Sophia countered that dresses weren’t made in her size and even if they did, she’d look ridiculous but her family seemed to prefer her being made fun of over her own comfort.

    [​IMG]Something else her family didn’t know and didn’t learn on her birthday either, was that Sophia was being made fun of anyway. Her height was usually the focal point of the bullying. The worst of them all was little Serena. She had grown only just past the stage of midget and liked to explain to everybody that God only grew things until they were perfect, which took a lot shorter with her than it took for others but in Sophia’s case, even with her height, God couldn’t make her perfect.

    She was also clumsy. You know those kids whose pen leaks into their bag spilling ink all over everything? That’s Sophia. Walking into doors, missing steps, dropping something on the floor and then banging her head while coming back up.

    But at least she had Dejan. He was an immigrant from Serbia and as religious fanatics came, he wasn’t one of them. All the girls wanted him and, unknown to Sophia, had him, but he had told her she was the one and she was special. So she had a boyfriend. The hottest guy in town. The alpha male. Everybody knew he was playing with her. Surely he could get better than the beanstalk klutz but Sophia was oblivious to that all.

    On her birthday though, he dropped by and, in front of all her family, kissed her and told her the teachers had been asking when she was coming back, dropping two secrets at once on a stunned family. He had done it on purpose but Sophia didn’t see this. She didn’t see the smirk on his face as her family set off into rage about her no longer going to school and having a boyfriend without telling them. His plan was to comfort her afterwards and get to his ultimate goal. Sex. He had tried before but Sophia was holding him off. Not because God had forbidden it, but because she was scared. Scared of how it would feel and scared she wouldn’t like it. She had read stories and heard the girls at school talk about it and it was enough to make her weary.

    That evening she couldn’t do it either. She had gone to his place as her family was still raging. He tried to get her naked and touch her but she held him off again. This time though, he got angry and nearly hit her. In her mind, it was normal and she vowed to herself to get over her fears and give her boyfriend what he wanted. After all, she loved him.

    A few days after her birthday she was wandering the streets again. Home was the last place she wanted to be right now. Her parents wouldn’t leave an opportunity untouched to tell her she had to repent her sins, go back to school and be a good Christian girl again. School was out of the question. Especially now. Rumour in town was that she had rejected Dejan’s advances because she was still a virgin and the sight of his manhood had made her faint. Of course he had then cuddled and hugged her and comforted her, saying it was alright and that they could wait.

    Sophia was heading towards the Misfits, a shop she frequently visited. It was a place where she could escape real life and delve into the mysteries of everything the shop had to offer. Her favourite topic in the shop were dragons. They were big and mighty and had the ability to conquer entire armies. Their fiery breath was a nice bonus. From the dragons she had rolled into books about entities and potions. It had raised her interest as she felt she needed a little help in life and if a potion or some kind of entity could help her, all the better.

    Just as she crossed the street, she saw the owner, Mrs McCall, hang up a sign asking for help.

    Sophia put her hand on the door and pushed, instead of pulled, crashed into the door she had opened a few dozen times already and staggered back. Her second attempt to open the door was successful and she was greeted both by the owner and the subtle pleasant smell of the shop.

    “Good morning Mrs McCall. I see you need a helper?”
     
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  3. Chrystal Dark

    Chrystal Dark Boobie Girl! Member

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    "Good morning Sophia, yes. Give me a moment will you?" Andrea greeted the tall skinny girl. "And for the love of Pete, Sophia, I'm not married. I'm Miss McCall, but I do wish you'd call me Auntie Andie like everyone else does." She gave Sophia a warm smile and turned her attention back to the customer who was just approaching the counter. "Mrs Larson. So nice to see you in here again." The elderly woman was a regular. She came in once a month and usually bought a book, but that was almost always as a cover for her real purchase. Not that there was anything illegal or immoral about the herbal remedy, but Mrs Larson was embarrassed by the fact that her bowels and bladder didn't work the way they used to. One of the Misfits Own Brand Herbal Remedies claimed to help keep bowel movements regular and assist with bladder control. It was secret recipe, Andrea said, that had been handed down to her and could not be revealed. Of course the ingredients were listed according to federal law, but not the proportions. Attempts by the Church to have the contents of her remedies analysed were thwarted by a rather strange and mysterious patent, that dated back to the sixteenth century.

    "Ohh, Celia Rees' Witch Child. That's an interesting book. I do believe it has a score of three point eight on Good Reads. That's pretty good out of five!" Andrea took the book and rang it up on the till, then opened the herb chest. "And a bag of the usual?" She asked, sotto voce. The customer nodded, blushing and Andrea rang up the bag of herbs too, then passed it across the counter to allow Mrs Larson to slip it into her purse as she pulled out a payment card. With the transaction complete, Andrea removed the sign from the shop window, and beckoned Sophia over. "Now, lets see. As you know, the shop is pretty busy on a Saturday, but I could do with someone covering the till during the week as well, or handling the deliveries and stocking the shelves. Your hours are eight thirty to five thirty, Tuesday to Saturday. The shop opens at nine and closes at five, but there's always stuff to be done before and after. You do get an hour for lunch so it's an eight hour day, I'll pay you nine fifty an hour for the first month, which will be probationary. After that your pay will go up to twelve dollars an hour, if you're still working for me."

    Andrea paused for breath, waited until Sophia was about to say something and then spoke before she could. "Your duties will include working the till and serving customers, filling the snack vending machine, making sure it has enough change and emptying the cash box, you'll be signing for and checking deliveries and putting them away in the stock room, and basically anything else I ask of you. You will get a staff discount, basically cost plus tax on anything you buy. Any breakages will be paid for out of your pay, also at cost plus tax. You can start right away, basically look on today as a try-out, see if you get on with the job okay. I'll pay you cash for today, but when you come in on Tuesday morning I'll have your contract and tax documents and I'll need your social security number, plus if you want paying into a bank account you'll need to open one. Now, tell you what, come back here behind the counter and I'll show you how the cash register works. Ah, Miss Lewis just in time..."

    One of Andrea's most endearing (or most annoying) traits, (depending upon your perspective) was her almost uncanny ability to remember things, especially people's names. Jackie Lewis was a tenth grader from the high school Sophia had dropped out of. She was holding a black lacy dress and some costume jewellery. "Okay so, this thing that looks like a laser gun? That's the laser scanner. Find the tag on the item, scan the bar code, that automatically enters the plu into the computer. Er, Plu is P. L. U. Short for Product Look Up. If the code won't scan, you tap it in manually here, or if it's an uncoded item you can use the manual look-up here. These items have barcodes, so we scan them, so, and so, and so. That brings up the total, twenty six dollars and forty cents." Jackie handed her three ten dollar bills. "Right now to finish the transaction, we enter the amount tendered here, three zero zero zero. The zeros are important, the till puts the point in automatically, you see? Tap 'Sale', and the drawer opens. Now, important. Young Miss Lewis here isn't going to check her change, but most customers will if they pay cash. Keep the money they give you out of the till until you have given the correct change. This clip is for banknotes." Andrea inserted the notes in the clip. "So that's one dime, two quarters to make sixty cents and three bucks." She took the coins and notes out of the drawer then counted the change into Jackie's hand. "So, twenty six forty, that's fifty, seventy five, twenty seven bucks, twenty eight, twenty nine, and thirty. Thank you for your custom, young lady, do come again. Have a nice day." She slipped the three tens into the correct slot in the drawer and closed it.

    "Right, you do the next one...!"
     
  4. Dashenka

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    The flurry of words bewildered the tall young woman a little and she only managed to process half of it. A lot of numbers, something Sophia struggled with greatly. Just when she wanted to ask something, Andrea continued, this time with an explanation of what her work would actually mean. Till, snacks, deliveries. Her world was spinning a little bit as she had never worked in her life and now she was asked... well she wasn't even sure what any of of meant in reality.

    Jamy Lewis appeared just in time, apparently, and Andrea showed Sophia how the cash register worked while helping the girl that Sophia knew from school. Which meant that soon all of the school knew what had happened to her and where she had ended up. Great. Sophia fought back some thoughts at seeing Jamy in the lacy dress and tried to focus on and remember what Andrea was doing.

    Laser gun, plu.. barcodes... tendered... clip for banknotes... what?

    A little baffled and bewildered she greeted Jamy and stared at the till as if it was a magical device. She wasn't given much time to think it all over as the next customers were already at the counter, a young mother with her child. The child put a book on the counter and the lady a small metal statuette.

    Right... laser gun...

    She took the scanner and the book. The barcode was quickly found and she pulled the trigger and heard the satisfying beep. Good, that was easy enough. The statue wouldn't scan. Sophia tried it twice but nothing happened.

    Ok think.. manual look up.

    She put the statue down, a bit too close to the edge of the counter as she was looking at the till and the statue fell on the ground.

    "Oh shit.. Sorry!"

    Sophia kneeled down, took the statue in her hand and then nearly headbutted Andrea as she rose to her feet again. She looked the statue over and to her relief found that it hadn't broken or damaged in any way.

    "So.. ehm.. I do... this and then this..."

    As if magic, the item appeared on the till and a total appeared on the display. She called it out, accepted the money, got corrected by Andrea as she immediately put the banknote in the correct slot and finished the transaction.

    "I think that went alright..."
     
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  5. Chrystal Dark

    Chrystal Dark Boobie Girl! Member

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    "Ahhh the wonders of modern technology!" Andrea giggled then winced as the statuette fell heavily on the floor. It was undamaged, fortunately, and Sophia bent to pick it up, forcing Andrea to take a step away. She watched as her new apprentice finished off the transaction, pulling her up on keeping the bank notes out until she had made change, and waited until the customers left the shop. "No, that was not alright for three reasons. You're still learning so I'm not going to hold it against you. Firstly, you do not swear in front of the customers. Ever. Is that clear? Even if someone is effing and essing at you and is the foulest guttermouth imaginable, you never ever reply in kind." She took a breath and went on, "You know the three biggest churches in the town are trying to have my shop closed down? Well, you do now! They have been trying for years. What we don't do is give them any more ammunition to use in the form of a shop assistant who uses bad language in front of customers, especially minors. It's bad enough I'm teaching kids to think for themselves about religion, but to teach them to swear as well? No, we leave that to their parents."

    She stopped, waited for Sophia to acknowledge that and then moved on to what, in her opinion were actually the lesser crimes. "Secondly, do try to be careful with the things customers are buying. Think about what you're doing, put things down safely. Remember, any breakages come out of your pay. You really don't want to end up owning a collection of broken statuettes, do you?" She shrugged and went on. "Thirdly though, having dropped the item, even though it wasn't damaged, and you were very lucky there by the way, you should have offered to get a replacement, just in case there was some unseen damage that you hadn't noticed. Again, you were lucky that the customer didn't complain. Many would have!"

    Andrea paused again and then smiled. "Other than that, and the fact that you put the tender amount away before making change, it wasn't too bad. Some of the older stock items the bar codes have faded or got damaged. That statue had been on the shelf for a while. Well done using the manual look-up. But, sweetie, you know why we keep the amount tendered out of the drawer until we have made change? Let's do a little roleplay.... I put an item on the counter that is four ninety nine and hand you a five. You have put the five in the drawer. What change are you going to hand me?"

    She waited while Sophia did the maths and got the right answer. "Okay so pretend to hand me my change?" She held out a hand. "But I gave you a ten..." She objected. "You owe me five bucks more." Waited for Sophia to object. "Can you prove that I only gave you a five? I say I gave you a ten, it's your word against mine!" She smiled and said, "Okay so now, pretend you put the five in that little clip. I'm saying I gave you a ten...."

    Andrea took advantage of a slack moment to quickly run through how to take a card payment using the PDQ machine, and then using the old style "Click-Clack" machine as she called it - for cards that the magnetic stripe didn't swipe correctly. "Never hand the card back, until after you have checked the signature. And make sure the card is signed before you accept it..." There were a total of four ways a person could pay by card: The paper slip being the oldest, then the magnetic strip which printed off a slip to be signed on the PDQ machine. Chip and pin was something that had caught on quickly overseas but was a lot less popular in the States for some reason, where the card holder pushed the card into the slot on the machine and tapped in their pin number to authorise the transaction. And lastly, there was contactless - for purchases under $30, you could just present the card, or a smart phone with a banking ap, to the machine and it would automatically validate and take payment. That was so new that hardly anyone was using it, but Andrea was a great believer in innovation and technology.

    She served the next customer herself, because it was a special, then let Sophia do one. "Right, it's twelve o'clock. Go take your lunch break, and be back here by one. Okay?" Andrea shooed the girl out of the shop.

    "Told you she was a klutz."

    Andrea jumped, then turned to look at Gwen. "Damn it, woman, don't go sneaking up on me like that, you'll give me a heart attack. And yes, I know, thank you, but did you also notice how the statuette didn't break?"

    "Hmmph. You..."

    "Nope, that wasn't me. That was all her. Now get out of here. You know you're not supposed to be in the shop!" Andrea scolded her mentor and chased her away too, just before the next customers came in. "Ah, Mr Franklin, how nice to see you again, and Miss Thompson too. That top you bought last time really suits you."
     
  6. Dashenka

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    She felt a bit taken aback by Andrea's direct answer. Sophia had felt that, for a first time at least, she had done alright and was usually one to look at the positives. Andrea though had spotted more negatives than positives and was keen on pointing them out to Sophia. A little timid she listened to what she had done wrong.

    Shit wasn't swearing. Not in her books at least and the language Jamy used at school was a lot worse. So calling out 'shit' in front of a young woman who used much worse language wasn't that much of a crime to Sophia. She understood Andrea's reasoning behind it though. In town, the Misfits was a bit of a conundrum. You liked it, for whatever reason you had to like it for, or you hated it because it was heathen shop and in this town in the middle of the Bible Belt, being a heathen was almost similar to being the devil himself.

    The replacing of an item she dropped made sense but she made it right to herself by saying it was an iron statue that had nothing inside. Had it been a clock or something, she'd have checked it or replaced it.

    The money made a lot of sense. She played along and blushed a little when she didn't have the 'proof' that Andrea asked for.

    Sophia just thought she got the hang of it when Andrea showed her the card machines. It was simple enough but a lot to take in. She watched Andrea help a customer and then did one herself, slowly, step by step, running through all the different things she had to do. This time it was much better. She didn't drop anything, used the PDQ right and greeted the customer.

    She thanked Andrea and left the shop for her lunch break, again fumbling with the door. Not knowing where to go to as she normally never had lunch or just stuffed a sandwich down her throat she aimlessly wandered the streets a little and then walked into a small bar cafe where she was sure nobody from school would go. Jamy had seen her work at the Misfits now, which meant that soon all of the school knew. That meant that the teachers would know and that in turn meant that her parents would find out. Sophia sighed, already dreading the confrontation that would inevitably follow and the bible bashing that would encompany it.

    Still lost in thought, the waitress came to her table and coughed a little to get Sophia's attention.

    "Oh.. Sorry.. I'll have a hot chocolate, no cream and ehm... the BLT please."

    She had her lunch in silence, playing some games on her phone and after paying up left to get back to the shop. While she walked back she thought about telling Andrea about her parents. They'd inevitably come to the Misfits as well to see if the story about their daughter working there was true. In the shop, she got behind the counter after greeting Andrea and waited for the next customer to come, not really sure what pose to strike or what to say to Andrea.
     
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  7. Chrystal Dark

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    The afternoon went past quickly, with a succession of customers coming in, some buying, others just browsing. The kids upstairs got a bit rowdy at one point and Andrea left Sophia in charge in the main shop while she went up to sort out what was going on and calm everyone down again.

    While she was upstairs, a regular customer, Mrs Redmond, approached the counter. "Hello, dear. Are you working here now? Oh, splendid. I'm here to collect my regular magazine? 'The Essential Herbal' it's called. Andrea gets it for me, because Rodney wouldn't approve. That's my husband. What he doesn't know won't hurt him, I always say. And some of the recipes in it, well, let's just say he's got a whole lot more active since I found that special tea recipe!" She giggled like a girl of ten rather than a woman in her forties. "It should be in the rack behind you there?"

    Upstairs, Andrea glared at the two young women who were arguing over a really pretty looking green lace blouse. They were neither of them willing to surrender it, both claiming it was the only one on the rack in their size, and they were both the same size. Andrea sighed. "Okay, first of all, are you sure there isn't another one the same size on the rail?" Both girls insisted that they'd both looked. The younger of the two insisted she'd seen it first,the older said she was entitled because she was older, and anyway the other girl hadn't seen it first, she had, and they started arguing again.

    "Hush!" Andrea didn't raise her voice, she spoke the word softly, making a gesture like a boxing referee insisting that the fighters break, or like Moses parting the Red Sea. Both girls closed their mouths mid sentence. "Thank you. Now. I could apply the Wisdom of Solomon here... But I suspect that if I offer to cut the garment in half and give you half each, you'll still not agree on who has the first claim. I don't suppose there is any chance of the two of you sharing it? No, didn't think so. Are you absolutely sure that one is a different size?" She pointed to another blouse the same colour and style.

    The two girls were rather weirded out by the suggestion that Andie cut the top into two. The older girl, Mandy Schubert, recovered first, followed Andrea's pointing finger. "That one's too small, we checked."

    "Did you try it on?" Andrea lifted the identical blouse from the rail. "Some times they get mislabelled. Here." She handed it to Mandy. "Go on, try it. Don't worry, I'll keep hold of this one for now. If it doesn't fit I'll order another one in for you." Mandy disappeared into one of the fitting rooms, looking doubtful. She came out a few minutes later with a delighted smile. "It fits beautifully. I'll have this one, she can have that one."

    "Wonderful. Now off you go, downstairs and pay for them. And if I catch either of you making that sort of scene in here again, I'll ban you. This is your official warning! Go on, scoot!"

    Andrea followed the two down the stairs after making sure everything was still in order. Getting banned from Misfits was not like other bans. Kids almost never regarded it as a "badge of honour" the way they might regard getting banned from their parents' church youth group. Only those that had been brainwashed by their parents felt that it would be a good thing to be excluded from the shop.

    Sophia seemed to be getting more and more confident as the afternoon went by, and Andrea left her in charge while she sat in her office and went through some stock orders and invoices. She glanced up and blinked at the clock. "Wow! It's that time already?" She locked the computer and made her way out into the shop and to the front door, where she flipped the sign from "Welcome, We Are OPEN" to "Sorry, We Are CLOSED".

    "Well done, Sophia. For a first day, that wasn't bad. Run upstairs and tell Miss Frobisher, Mister Lee, Miss Andrews and Miss Daniels that the store is closing and if they wish to purchase anything they should hurry up and make their selections. Oh and ask Miss Daniels and Miss Andrews to please leave the fitting booths free for people to try stuff on. If they want to make out somewhere private in future they can ask to use my office as long as I don't need it." Andrea chuckled softly, knowing the two girls would probably be deeply embarrassed that Andrea knew what they'd been up to. But she couldn't allow that in the fitting cubicles. If someone were to catch them it would just give more ammo to her opponents.

    While Sophia was upstairs, Andrea rang up a no-sale on the till, worked out the number of hours the girl had been in the shop, multiplied that by 9.5 and removed $57 from the till. She tucked it into an envelope and sealed it, then wrote Sophia's name on it. The four teenage miscreants came down the stairs looking sheepish and bade her goodnight.

    As Sophia followed them, Andrea intercepted her. "Here. That's your pay for today. I've paid you gross, because I don't have the tax figures. We can sort that out easily enough, certainly before your tax return has to be in. I'll see you at eight o clock sharp on Tuesday morning. Bring your social security card, some form of ID like a drivers licence or passport, and your bank details. I'll have all the paperwork ready for you to complete."

    Andrea closed and locked the front door of the shop, lowered the security shutters that still had the remnants of the spray paint on them from when this retail unit was standing empty. She hadn't removed it because, as she put it, it was artistic, and to do so would be a suppression of the artist's right to express themselves! It had worn away slowly over time. Andrea activated the various alarm systems as she left the shop through the back door, hopped nimbly down off the loading bay that was shared by all the units on this strip-mall, and crossed the small goods yard to where her car was parked. The vehicle was an old style VW beetle, an absolute classic of it's day. And Andrea drove home feeling satisfied.

    She was met at the door by a small sinister black shape that wrapped itself around her ankles as she walked down the hallway towards the kitchen, all the while making a soft but insistent rumbling noise. "Cliché, if you trip me up and make me break my neck, I won't be able to feed you," She admonished the black cat, "And then where would you be? Hmm?" The cat mewed at her at the mention of his name, and continued weaving in and out of her ankles until she got to the kitchen.

    He stopped by his food bowl, looking up at her hopefully. "Mreep?"

    "Yes yes I'll feed you..." Andrea opened a can off cat food and dumped it into his bowl. Ignoring the other occupant of the room.

    Gwen finally got frustrated with this and spoke. "Well?"

    "Well, I think she's perfect. And she definitely has the talent."

    "You'll need to keep her away from that young man then..." Gwen said with a shrug.

    "Shouldn't be too hard, once she sees what a sleaze-ball he is." Andrea shrugged, then snorted in wry amusement. "Funny. That's about the one thing we agree on with her parents. That young man is no good and has got to go!"
     
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    Sophia had enjoyed her day. It had been meaningful and she hadn't been made fun of, two things that weren't in a normal day for Sophia. That night things got even better when she went to see Dejan at his house. He made dinner and he was flirty all the time. She knew what he wanted and she really wanted it herself as well. At least, that's what she thought. Something in the back of her mind was nagging. Maybe the fact that deep down inside she knew he was just playing with her and that she was little else than another trophy for the most popular guy at school. Why else would he want a pancake faced beanstake in his bed? If she would have any experience it would make a little more sense but she hadn't.

    After dinner they had a few drinks and then he led her to his bedroom. To anybody it would be obvious he was playing her but not to Sophia. She felt special as he gently laid her down on the bed and kissed her on the cheeks and began to fiddle with the zip on her jeans. His mouth then made contact with her bare stomach after he lifted her shirt a little bit.

    He pulled her shirt off, revealing her toned stomach and blue bra as he was still struggling with her zip.

    "You are so sexy Sophia... I really want to make love to you and make you mine."

    She purred but then when Dejan had finally managed to get the button loose, Sophia sat up. It wasn't right. This was suppose to be special and there shouldn't be any doubts. Maybe the simple sluts like Little Serena wouldn't mind but she did. Before she could remember how he set off the previous time when she rejected him, she felt his hand around her throat as he pushed her into the bed.

    "No! You're not rejecting me again you bitch!"

    Sophia just wrapped her hands around his', trying to get him off her windpipe but he held on, his face in rage. All she could do to react was gasp and cry. Until she was pushed to the brink and her survival instinct set in. He was smaller than she was and lighter and with both hands, using a strength she never realised she had, she punched him in his side and pushed him off her. She took a large breath of air as Dejan lay on the floor moaning in pain and shock. They got up at the same time and he was even angrier than before.

    "Please... Dej.. Don.."

    His fist landed on her cheek. Where it would have knocked most girls down, Sophia's size was actually helping her right now and in a reaction to his punch, she kicked her leg and swung her arm in an uncontrolled motion but they both hit the target. Again Dejan fell to the floor. Quickly she grabbed her shirt and shoes and ran out. He was quickly on his feet and followed her to the door, shouting obscenities to her but to afraid to follow her outside.

    When she was certain he wouldn't follow her, she stopped and put on her shoes and then in a typical Sophia klutz, put on her shirt while walking and losing her footing as she slipped off the curb. With her shirt half over her head, she fell into the street where the oncoming lorry had to swerve. The speed he was driving at though meant he couldn't stop before he had hit the shop and ploughed the lorry into it. A car driver had to slam on the brakes, causing the youngsters inside who had just visited McDonalds to spill their food and drinks as they braked, swerved and hit the lorry.

    Though there were no casualties or even injuries, the damage was significant. All Sophia thought of though, was that her tumble onto the street was a good excuse for the bruising that had now appeared on her face.
     
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    Andie had spent Sunday relaxing as usual. She had seen the news about the crash outside the McDonalds, that had obliterated the front of one of the clothes shops nearby, when a truck had ploughed into it. The truck driver was totally shaken but otherwise unhurt, fortunately the car that had been coming the other way had been going slowly, having just pulled out of the Drive-Thru, and no-one was injured. The driver had stated that the reason he had swerved and braked, resulting in the truck jack-knifing across the road, was because a tall, lanky brunette girl had fallen into the road in front of the truck.

    His description was basically "She was tall, skinny, with shoulder length brown hair. Uh... she wasn't wearing a shirt, just a bra. In fact I think it was pulling her shirt over her head that made her trip..."

    Gwen looked at Andrea. "Okay, you realise who that was, don't you?"

    "Of course. But hey, look on the bright side, there were no injuries, police aren't considering charges against her, in fact they don't even know who she is. She'd left the scene, leaving a trail of chaos behind her, before anyone even knew to look for her!" Andrea giggled. "You know, it's rather like that time in Toronto, when you...."

    "Don't you Dare bring that up, you skank! You know damn well that was just pure coincidence!" Gwen poked a finger at Andrea's nose and left the room in disgust. Cliché mewed and hopped into her lap.

    Monday had been a quiet day, spent placing some stock orders and catching up on paperwork. She also prepared the contract of employment and all the other necessary forms for Sophia to complete when she came in on Tuesday. The few customers that did come in on Monday were all regulars, all reasonably big spenders. Including Jimmy Iron-Wolf, come in for his regular supply of peyote. The Native American grinned knowingly at her. "I hear you got yourself an apprentice?"

    Andrea shrugged. How the old witch-doctor had heard was not something he was likely to let on. Probably Gwen had been gossiping. "I have. Well, I hope I have. I'll find out tomorrow morning, whether or not she decides to show up for work."

    Jimmy laughed. "Well you look after her, paleface! Good assistants are hard to find. I should know!" He rolled his eyes and left.

    At eight o'clock on the dot, Andrea entered the shop and headed for her office, after deactivating the alarms. She quickly reviewed the security camera footage as she did every morning, finding nothing worthy of note. And then, she waited, going through her emails, deleting the spam and the hate-mail (of which there wasn't that much, any more). Waiting to see if Sophia would turn up and if she would be on-time, early or late.

    "She'll be late!"

    "FUCK! Gwen, don't do that. You'll give me a heart attack! Get out of here, I don't know how many times I've told you!" Andrea had practically levitated out of her chair as her mentor's words had startled her.

    Gwen cackled evilly. "I love it when you go all pale like that. Like you've seen a ghost!"

    "Gwen...."

    "Ha ha! I'm going. Just, watch out. I smell trouble...!"

    Andie shrugged as Gwen left. She sniffed, and nodded. There was definitely trouble brewing but of what sort, she had no idea. She would deal with it when it happened.
     
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    Sophia showed up, on time but with a significantly less cheerful mood as before. The episode with Dejan had ruffled her more than she had hoped. All weekend she had been crying and hiding from her parents. At some point she even went back to her habits of blaming herself and almost going as far as to claim Dejan did what he had to do. That she was at fault for everything and not him. Sunday her parents went to church so she could finally inspect her bruises without risking them storming in. In a religious family there was no such thing as privacy in the bathroom and her parents had no issues walking into the bathroom while Sophia was in the shower. Sunday morning it had been yellow and a little bit of blue and purple but when work day came, the bruise had gone all shades of purple and black and even with sunglasses on, it was still visible.

    As she walked down the street, she made sure to keep her gaze down so that people wouldn't see her. She clutched a small package with her paperwork and ID under her arm. Sophia had thought about not going. In fact all weekend she had told herself she wouldn't go. Not after what happened with Dejan and as she passed the wrecked shopfront which was covered in tape and plastic she shuddered again. Maybe this was a bad idea.

    She wanted to go to work though. All her life she had been letting people down and had been a reject. Now though, she felt that she was being given a chance by Andrea and letting the only person down who was giving her a chance would be idiotic. Still, easier said than done.

    Soon the Misfits hoved into view and she got a little nervous. She hadn't thought of a good reason for her bruise so she decided she'd just go with her initial lie of it having happened when she fell into the road.

    Sophia tried to open the door, first by pushing and then by pulling but it was still locked. She checked her watch and realised it was a few minutes before opening time so she knocked on the windows and put her hands next to her face as she looked into the shop, hoping to find Andrea.
     
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    The tapping on the window caught Andrea's attention and she hurried to the front of the shop to see who it was. Only partly relieved to see it was Sophia, the shop's owner unlocked the door, opened it and let the girl in then locked it again behind her. She paused and rolled her eyes at the shiner. But the only comment she made was, "Welcome, my young padawan. To use the force you have been trying, I see, Hmmm?" She did a perfect impersonation of Yoda. "You can use the back door, I open it at eight. Front door doesn't open until nine. You weren't waiting there long, were you? No? Good. Well at least you are on time... Do you have your paperwork? Ah, good. I'm expecting a delivery any minute, go open the back door, stack the boxes in the stock room, and sign for them. But, Sophia? Count them first, do make sure there are the same number of boxes actually there as are listed on the driver's paperwork? If there's a shortage and we've signed for it, it's almost impossible to prove we didn't get everything we ordered."

    She retreated into the office with Sophia's paperwork, powered up the computer and began the process of officially hiring the girl as her shop assistant. When the girl would be ready for the rest, she didn't know yet. Hopefully sooner rather than later. Time would tell.

    Out at the back of the shop, a Ford Transit van with "Lilliput Miniatures" emblazoned on the side pulled into the yard, the driver a middle aged man with a slight beer gut, clean shaven, a touch of grey at the temples of his dark brown hair, a quirky smile on his lips and a twinkle in his blue-grey eyes. He swung the van around with practised ease and reversed it towards the back door of Misfits. Stopped, he turned the engine off and picked up the paperwork. Out and to the back of the van, to open the doors and begin looking for the twenty three boxes, in sizes from eight inches to twenty four, some heavy, others deceptively light and all sealed with red and white tape that marked them as fragile. The company he delivered for was usually very good about transit breakages, but he'd learned early on in the job never to put the heavy boxes on top of the light ones. Not even for a moment.

    He saw the back door open and blinked in surprise. "Oh, you aren't Andrea. Has she finally given in and taken on some help? Well good for her. Here, take these first." He indicated a stack of three boxes about 12"x8"x8". "They're the heaviest. Take one at a time. I don't care if you can press fifty pounds, those weigh twenty six pounds each and if you drop one I'm not taking responsibility...!"

    In the office Andrea finished her paperwork and headed to the kitchen to start up the coffee machine, noting that Sophia was still busy. It was almost opening time. She headed to the front door and opened it on the dot of nine, "Ah good morning Mrs Phillips, is your back still bothering you? It is? Well I keep telling you, you should try my unguent. ... Well good. And I take it you're here for your magazine? Jolly good. Now the unguent comes in three sizes. I suggest you start with the half ounce jar and if you need more you can always come back. So that's five dollars for the unguent, and there's your magazine, your subscription is due next month, by the way. And your receipt is in the bag for you. Good bye now, have a nice day." She watched the customer leave and sighed. What was keeping the girl?
     
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    Sophia was happy that Andrea didn't ask about the bruise. She had noticed it and made a good comment about it, to which Sophia had to giggle and confirmed she had been trying to use the force but that was all. No questions how it happened. She listened to the orders and disappeared into the back, gawking at the inventory of the shop that was stocked here. The van didn't take long to arrive.

    "One at a time... Got it."

    Knowing her own clumsiness, Sophia had never even thought about getting two boxes at the same time and took them, one by one into the storage area of the shop. It took longer than the delivery man wanted and when Sophia was checking to see if the labels on the boxes matched the labels on the order form, the man probably regretted being so happy about Andrea finally having a helper. When everything appeared to be in order, Sophia signed the receipt and closed the door and made her way to the front of the shop to join up with Andrea.

    She was supervised for the first few transactions but when she felt more confident, she got to do it alone. And the day went on fairly uneventful and quick. Late in the afternoon there was another delivery and Andrea entrusted Sophia with the front of the shop. At that time, even Sophia knew it wasn't a coincidence that he showed up now, Dejan showed up at the shop and asked if they could talk. Overwhelmed and a bit afraid of him, she followed him upstairs, while keeping her ears open for the shop door and bell.

    He wanted her back. He apologised a thousand times and offered to buy her dinner. Sophia was scared of turning him down again but at the same time she felt confident. All she had to do was scream and people would hear her, unlike that night in his bedroom.

    "Look.. Dej.."
    "No no... I love you Sophia..."

    He put his hands on her shoulder and leaned in to kiss her. She carefully pushed him away and took a step back.

    "It's over... I don't love you anymore Dej... I'm sorry. It's not you, it's me. Please understand."

    With that, she left him and went down to the shop floor to help a late customer in the shop. As she was helping him, she heard noises but she couldn't pinpoint where it came from. With Andrea being in the back of the shop, she guessed it was her but when she had finalised the deal with the customer, Dejan came down, holding a piece of broken glass in his hand which he threw at her feet shattering it on the floor.

    "You'll be sorry for this bitch. This isn't over yet."

    Sophia's heart raced and pounded in her chest. Suddenly the noises made sense. Breaking glass, bending metal...

    No... no...

    She flew up the stairs and cried out. The entire place was trashed. There was broken cloth hangers everywhere, clothing had been torn, shredded and cut. The rails were bent or broken and the curtains were pulled off the changing booths, the magazines had been torn apart and the couches had been sliced to pieces. To top it all off, one of the vending machines was smashed up. The cover was ripped loose from the hinges, something that obviously took a lot of force as the whole machine had come off it's place.

    Sophia felt her knees wobble and collapsed onto the floor, bursting out in crying.

    "No.. no.. no..."

    Then Andrea came up, possibly alerted by the shattering glass at the counter. Sophia wanted to get up and say something. She wanted to apologise and pay for the damage, even if she didn't have this kind of money. She wanted to do anything but what she did. She just cried and curled up on the floor, wanting it to open up and swallow her whole.
     
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    All in all, the day could not have gone better. The impending sense of doom Gwen had mentioned did grow stronger as the day went on, but never got to the point of being overwhelmingly bad. Andrea supervised Sophia for a while and then left her to it. The girl was a fast learner and Andie was only a shout away. Tuesday was not the busiest of days. That was Saturday, when the kids were off school and the parents were off work. Andrea lurked a bit, in the occult area behind the stairs that was right outside her office. From there she could see through the banister railings, and could hear everything that was said. But she soon got bored with that. The man came to service and refill the "Coke" machine, and empty the money. As always the amount of money in the machine exactly covered the amount Andrea paid for the goods, with no profit left over, which was how she wanted it.

    Another delivery came in during the afternoon, and as this was one of the special ones, Andrea handled it herself. Sophia wasn't ready for the special stock yet. She stacked the cartons in the correct area at the very back of the stock room, paid the driver as usual, and went back in to the shop, It was almost closing time and suddenly she felt as if something Bad were about to happen.

    "I told you..."

    "AHHH! Shit, Gwen, will you stop that!" Andrea had her hand on the door that, on the other side was marked "Private. Staff Only" and on this side had a mirror with the words "Caution: You are about to be on display" printed on it. "Get out of here bef..."

    CRASH!

    "That did not sound good!" Andrea was talking to herself.

    Gwen chimed in, "Sounded expensive... I told y... How rude." She found herself talking to the closed door.

    Andrea dashed through the door in time to see Sophia vanish up the stairs. The girl's anguished wail flouted down and the shop keeper followed her up, paused at the top and surveyed the mess. "Well! Whoever did this is in for a whole world of trouble!" Outwardly, Andrea was trying to look furious, and failing. Inwardly she was trying really hard not to burst out laughing. "I'm guessing it was your young man?" She asked casually. The nod she got was enough. Andrea already knew. It wasn't a guess. "Well, dear, you're well rid of him He won't be troubling you any more,,," She squatted beside the teenage girl and put an arm around her kissed her softly on the top of the head and gently lifted her back to her feet, then pointed at a small black blob in one corner, another in the opposite corner. "CCTV cameras. Do you really think I'd trust a bunch of bratty kids up here with all this? He's going to jail."

    Now Andrea let an evil smirk cross her features and muttered "For a lot longer than the judge would normally give, too!"

    She smiled and wiped Sophia's tears away. "He gave you that too, didn't he? Come with me. I've got just the stuff, and you can consider it a 'Getting rid of the sleaze-ball' present." She led the lanky young woman down the stairs and into the office. "Sit." She pointed at her own chair, then headed back to the shop, flipped the sign to closed, a couple of minutes early by to the remedies, came back with a small jar. "Right, this will sting like crazy for about a minute, and it stinks to high heaven as you put it on, but once the sting and the pong have gone, no-one will know you have a shiner." She smiled and opened the jar, wrinkled her nose at the rancid smell, dipped her finger in the disturbingly pink looking paste. "Close your eye, and try not to wince too much."

    A few minutes later and a few sharp hisses of pain and the shiner was completely invisible, and no longer causing pain. "There, now, get yourself home. Pop this in your bag, and apply evenly over the bruised area first thing tomorrow morning. That should be enough. Any left over you can keep for next time you bruise yourself. Now scoot, I'll see you tomorrow outside the back door at eight sharp."

    The girl hesitated and Andrea shrugged. "We have insurance. That was a deliberate act of vandalism by a third party whom I have on video. The insurance covers things like that. I'll get it all cleaned up and restocked ready for tomorrow... Now off you go!"

    As soon as the girl was gone, Andrea reviewed the video footage and grinned. "Oh yes, mister, your goose is well and truly cooked. Pretty young thing like you should go down a treat..." She saved the footage to a DVD, adding the bit from the downstairs camera where Dejan threatened Sophia, saying it wasn't over, and made a call to the police station. Then she replayed the bit where he had punched and kicked at the free drinks machine, and even tried hitting it with a steel tube from one of the clothing racks. And then got sprayed in the face by hot water for his trouble. She couldn't help laughing. She showed the mess to the police woman when she arrived, handed her the DVD, pointed out that there was at least one other independent witness to the fact that the young man had gone upstairs with Miss Williams, as Miss Carla Jacobsen had been upstairs at the time (as the video clearly showed, and had vanished back down and out of the shop unnoticed when the pair came up.

    The police woman left, after taking photographs and dusting for prints, and that was that. Andrea wandered back up and surveyed the damage. The little shit had even ripped the curtain off the changing cubicle with the out of order sign, revealing it to be full of damp peeling plaster with mould growing on the walls. She snorted and went to stand by the undamaged drinks machine.

    "To me, spirits of air. You owe me at least three favours, I call upon you now. Mend what can be mended, clean what can be cleaned, restore what can be restored. The rest I will deal with."

    There was a sudden rush of air as if someone had opened windows at the front and the back on a stormy day - only there were no windows at the back and the evening was calm and sunny. Five miniature whirlwinds resolved themselves into Zephyr spirits. They bowed to Andrea and set about their task. Soon all that was left was the glass front of the vending machine. "Thank you, your debt to me is reduced by one favour. You may depart." Andrea bowed politely to the air elementals, who bowed in return and vanished. It was quicker and far less draining to use elementals who owed her a favour, but glass fetching all the tiny shards of broken glass was more than they wanted to do. Andrea moved out of the way and concentrated. It was a fairly simple spell, to restore something broken to the shape it once had. Shards of glass zipped in from all over the place, some from the soles of her shoes, some even from the police officer's. And Sophia's clothing, And of the sleaze-ball had more than a few on him too. All zipped into the shop, unnoticed by any, reforming themselves into a single solid pane of glass.

    The light in the machine turned on as the plug pushed itself into the wall. Andrea smiled and popped a dime into the coin slot, extracted a candy bar. She surveyed the restored shop floor, brushed a speck of dust off a garment, and nodded in satisfaction.

    "Bippity, Boppity, Boo!"
     
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    Sophia went home, completely upset about what had happened that day. Her tear stained face no longer sporting the bruise, something that Sophia hadn't noticed yet due to all the commotion. When she got home though, she was in for another bad surprise.

    "Don't fly upstairs young lady. Your mother and I need to speak with you."

    She groaned softly and cleaned her eyes out, trying to look normal as she stepped into the room.

    "What is the matter father?"
    "We had a visit earlier today from a young man. Dejan something or other. Telling us you were his girlfriend. I do sincerely hope you did not have sex with him young lady. Unless you are married to him."

    Really!? That's what they were upset about? She sighed.

    "What I do and with who is none of your fucking business."

    She never swore to her parents like that and she could see she shock in their eyes just before she left to her room.


    That night her parents were out so she had to cook her own dinner. Though she had her mind fully fixed on all the things that had happened in the shop and how she would be cleaning them up tomorrow. When the food was done, she mashed the potatoes with some milk and butter and after tasting she realised she forgot the salt. Before she could add it, her phone rang. Quickly she ran to it and looked at the display. Dejan. Even if she had the intention to pick up, he wouldn't let her and soon broke the connection indicating on the display that Sophia had 21 missed calls from Dejan already.

    Close to tears, she went back to the kitchen, picked up her plate and took it to the couch as she sat down to watch tv. Just as she put the potatoes in her mouth she remembered she had to add salt but then she realised, as she chewed and swallowed that it really was salty enough. She had dinner and when she was done picked up her phone, realised that the notifications about the missed calls were gone.

    During the next week, more strange things happened to Sophia. One morning she came out of the shower to find that she forgot to get a towel. So she went to her room, naked and wet, to grab a towel finding a red towel on the sink in the bathroom, thus eliminating the need to get a towel in the first place. Also, miraculously, there was no wet footsteps on the floor of the hallway and her room.

    The next morning she went to work, finding the door locked. When she knocked and Andrea came to open it, it turned out not to be locked. Misplaced or forgotten items turned out to be right where she expected or needed them to be and other strange things.

    Small and trivial as they might have been, Sophia had begun to notice them. When she got a call to report to the police station to make a statement regarding the destruction, she really felt something was going on. She was searching her bag for a pen to sign the document with and although she couldn't find one in her bag, when she looked at the table, she saw a pen right next to the piece of paper. Baffled she looked at the officer, who was facing away from her looking for a pen in a set of drawer. She picked up the pen, inspected it and then signed the document.

    That afternoon at work, she was about to ask Andrea about the events when two people entered the shop that she didn't want to enter the shop. Ever. Her parents. There had been mostly arguing over the last week. About Dejan, her work in the shop and the fact that she had stopped going to church and what others would think of her parents mostly. She groaned and looked at Andrea on the other side of the shop. Sophia didn't need this right now. Not while it was all going so well in the shop.
     
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    The next couple of weeks went by as normal, really. Andrea soon had Sophia managing to do pretty much everything the shop needed, except balancing the books. Andrea showed her new apprentice how to raise a purchase order and email it to a supplier, how to enter an invoice on the computer, how to match a delivery note to a purchase order, how to enter the delivery on the system, how to register and file an invoice, and how to match the invoice to the purchase order and delivery note. What to do if there were a discrepancy, Andrea gave a standing instruction. "If anything doesn't match up, call me." The same instruction was given as "If you can't find something," "If you have an awkward customer," "If you get stuck," The answer to all those and more was "Call me!"

    Andrea could also feel the girl's potential slowly increasing. "Soon..." She muttered to Gwen one morning as she ate her breakfast. "She's beginning to notice. You know, the little things?"

    Gwen let out a soft "Hmph. You noticed them a lot sooner as I recall?"

    "Of course I did, silly," Andrea replied. "Things were a lot less... scientific... back then!"

    It was shortly after lunch, as Andrea was sorting out a few of the more occult items in the alcove behind the stairs - things she kept back out of the main public area of the shop, just to avoid offending the Christian right wing hypocrites any more than absolutely necessary - that things began to pop. She was arranging the rat-skull candle holders that had come in on the latest shipment that morning, each made from the real skull of a dead rat, properly cleaned and bleached and with the lower jaw wired back on. Each one needed to have the candle inserted, and then they needed to be arranged attractively.

    Andrea glanced up and looked through the opening between the shelves on both sides and the staircase above. She didn't recognise the couple that entered, but knew instantly who they were. Sophia's groan was audible all the way back here.

    Before the middle-aged couple could say anything or do much more than glance around the shop. Andrea was there. Almost as if she had teleported herself from the back of the shop to the front. "Mister Williams, and Missus Williams. How lovely to see you in my little shop. I must say this is quite the surprise. I seem to recall, Melinda, that you once remarked that you wouldn't be caught dead in such a den of robbers? And you, Albert, how's the shoulder? Still giving you that twinge every so often? Oh dear. Well I tell you what, I might have some ointment you could rub on it... No? Never mind. Another time perhaps. You know, if you don't try something, you will never know whether it works for you. That's my motto."

    Andrea was quite the artist when it came to manipulating people, especially those with no magical skill. She had learned the technique from one of the best, and now treated Sophia to a supreme display of its usage. After every sentence she spoke, she paused. Just long enough to make the two parents feel that they ought to say something, And then just as they were drawing breath, she would go on. Being well mannered people, Mr and Mrs Williams didn't feel that they could interrupt. In fact this was one of Andrea's major sales techniques, especially to people who didn't come to the shop to buy anything.

    "Anyway, it is great to see you both in here. I suppose I should ask to what do I owe the honour? Oh no, let me guess. You've come to see how Sophia is getting on, right? Oh you needn't worry, I'm paying her well above minimum wage, and she is most definitely worth it. Since your daughter started working here, I'd say I've had almost half as much business again, as I would normally have. Yes, a fifty percent increase. And it's mostly down to the fact that I can't be everywhere, and with Sophia here, I don't need to be. She's a real treasure, I couldn't possibly do without her. Now, let me see that shoulder, Albert. Oooh, yes I can feel the misalignment. Right ... there!" She pressed a thumb and Mr Williams yelped and pulled away. Until that point he hadn't even realised that Andrea was touching his bad shoulder.

    "I have just the thing. Hold on... Ah, here we go! Auntie Andie's Patent Herbal Joint Rub. Actually it's not patented, it doesn't need to be because only I know how it's made!" She addressed Mrs Williams, handing her the glass jar of strange olive-brown ointment. "Rub that into his shoulder twice a day, once in the morning and once in the evening. Generously, mind, keep rubbing it in until you start to see a white chalky deposit on the skin. Don't worry, it's just white chalk, it's used to thicken the stuff stop it running around all over the place. Twice a day, and keep doing it until the jar is empty. That'll be fifteen dollars. And the little model cottage you're holding is thirty dollars, so that's forty five in all. Cash, cheque or card?" Mrs Williams hadn't even realised she was holding the little china model of an English country cottage. It just looked so quaint and would look lovely on her mantelpiece, but she didn't remember picking it up.

    It was Mr Williams who produced his wallet and pulled out a fifty. Andrea rang up the sale and handed him a five in change before popping the note into the till and tearing off the receipt. She kept up the running banter as she ushered the couple out of the shop, urging them to hurry back and to have a wonderful day each.

    She closed the door and turned to Sophia. Her expression was one of utter exhaustion. "Soph, sweetheart, Make me a cup of tea, the herbal one in the pink box? There's a dear. Damn, if we'd got to your mother before that bastard fucked her, she would have been amazing..."
     
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    Sophia really didn't know what else to do so she set off brewing the tea Andrea had asked for. In her mind she ran through the whole conversation again and how her parents had somebody bought items from the shop. Heathen items for that as well. Combined with her own little mystery's the tall one felt puzzled. Though the puzzlement was quickly brought to the back of her mind when she realised that she had to go home soon.

    Tea in hand, she hurried back to Andrea.

    "I'm sorry Aunty, I didn't know they were coming. I mean, we've been having arguments at home about me working here but I didn't think they'd actually dare show their faces in here... Heavens know what the neighbours might think of them."

    She couldn't help but chuckle a little bit and feel grateful for Andrea for having her back on this occasion. As the day drew on, Sophia was getting more and more anxious to get home but eventually she had to. After helping Andrea close the shop and wishing her a good weekend, Sophia left and went home. Once there, she tried to sneak in and get straight to her room but her parents had seen her and called her into the livingroom. Deciding it was best to get it all over with straight away, she obliged and stepped into the room.

    There was the usual stuff, about how they felt the Misfits was a heathen place that she shouldn't be near, what the neighbours must think and that they (her parents) felt as if they were laughed at in church because their daughter worked in 'that' shop. Sophia listened to it and ignored it but when her parents became personal towards Andrea, calling her out as a bad person, Sophia got angry. The discussion heated up with her parents demanding she'd quit her job, resulting in Sophia storming out of the room and slamming the door behind her, something she had done on numerous occasions. However today, after slamming the door, the glass picture frame along with the poster of The Last Supper fell from the wall and onto the ground, shattering the glass with an almighty racket. Being too angry to care, Sophia flew up the stairs and into her room.

    The weekend was spent without talking to her parents and when on sunday morning they had left for church, Sophia expected it to be just another day.

    She had woken up late, having spent the evening before watching too much television and she was horny, something her parents deemed a deed of the devil. Knowing her parents were off to church, she walked down and into the kitchen, naked and visibly aroused to anybody who knew what to look for. She made breakfast and tea and quickly finished it while scanning through the newspaper. With that done, she went back upstairs, took a shower and once back in her room, found pornhub.com on her phone and streamed it to her television.

    Sophia had bought a small vibrator online, secretly obviously because of her parents, and had been using it frequently, not inside of her, cause she was scared of how much it would hurt but just to get a bit of stimulation on her clit. Because she didn't really want the lectures from her parents, she had figured out how to put the volume so that she could hear the sound over her own moans but not so that her parents or the neighbours could listen in on it. The two women on the screen, one in bondage, the other in leather were having a right good time with each other and Sophia was almost in need of her second towel (she produced a lot of fluids) when she heard the knock on her door and saw the doorknob move. In a split second she made the decision not to cover herself up but turn off the television, resulting in three stunned people in the doorway. Next to her parents was the pastor from church. Her mother was the first to regain her composure as Sophia was still scrambling for the blankets.

    "Sophia!? What are you doing!"
    "Get out!!"
    "You come downstairs right now younglady!"
    "OUT!"

    With a lack of things to throw, Sophia grabbed hold of the slippery red sex toy and threw it at the three persons in the doorway. It missed them, hit the wall, left a wet stain and fell on the ground.

    Finally the door closed and Sophia was left alone again, her adrenaline pumping for all the wrong reasons. She cursed, screaming and threw a right old fit in her room before getting dressed and cleaned. Then she went downstairs, finding her parents and the pastor in the livingroom, immediately falling silent as she walked in.

    "Your mother and I have something to tell you Sophia."

    Sophia leaned against the fridge door, preparing for the same speech she had heard many times before.

    "You are out of control and we cannot help you anymore. There are certain rules in this house that you have to abide. We tolerated you not going to church and dropping out of school but ever since you started that job at that.. that... place... your behaviour is getting worse. And now... this... If you cannot abide to our rules, maybe it's best you'd leave. Maybe you will come to see your mistakes and wrong doings."

    There was a pause and Sophia processed everything that had been said. It was different from the usual speech. Where they throwing her out?

    "Pastor Madison here has an address for you where you can go. It's in the next town and it's specialised in handling young women like you. He also agreed to take you there."

    My God, they were throwing her out! It took her a few moments to process everything but then the fury rose inside of her like she never felt before. The lights in the house flickered for a split moment and then Sophia flew out of the room, onto the stairs. She was fuming but wasn't saying anything. Within minutes she had packed all her clothes and stuff into two bags, threw them down the stairs, knocking the porcelain house her mother had bought in the shop off the shelve and followed them down.

    "I can take you the..."
    "Shut the fuck up! I don't want to see any of you again! Throwing your own daughter out of the house because she has her own will... You fucking disgust me!"

    She opened the door while she was shouting. Her parents tried to close the door but Sophia had already shoved her bag in the way. She no longer cared if the neighbours would hear.

    "Just because I masturbate, doesn't make me bad you know! Everybody does it! You two fucked each other or else I wouldn't be here!"

    Sophia was now throwing a loud and wild tantrum on the front lawn. Screaming and spewing out the words.

    "Sophia, the pastor wants to help you. You need a place to sleep ton.."
    "Fuck the pastor! Fuck the church and FUCK...YOU... ALL!"

    She took her bags, gave the neighbour who had appeared in front of the window the finger and walked away. The rage inside her was barely managable as she walked down the street, not having a goal or place to go to yet. As the rage settled, she began to think of her options. Dejan or Andrea. Going to Dejan almost certainly meant more violence. In order to make up to him, he'd demand things of her that scared her. Andrea then. Except she realised that she didn't know where the woman lived.

    Then she heard a siren behind her and the town sheriff stopping behind her. Sophia groaned, dropped her bags and shook her head.

    "Miss Williams, we got a call from people saying you were disturbing the peace and shouting obsceneties in public. Your parents also called saying you need a place to sleep tonight. Please come with me, I'll take you to the police station and we'll see what to do with you."

    Tired of the events already, even though it was just early afternoon, Sophia cooperated and was taken to the police station. Once there, she was asked where she was going to stay and a tonne of other questions. Eventually she budged.

    "Andrea McCall. Please call her."

    She had no idea if the woman wanted to be burdened with a rebellious teenager but for now, Andrea was her only hope for anything really. To get out of here, to find a place to sleep until her parents would see their mistake and to find a shoulder to cry on.
     
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  17. Chrystal Dark

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    "Gwen, I nee... Oooh hello Cliché, who's a good boy. Yes you are!" Andrea was sitting in her lounge, watching the flames in the hearth, sipping a cup of hot green tea with a spoonful of wild acacia honey in it, and trying to relax. Trying so very hard not to read the portents in the dancing display that she knew in her head was just the exothermic chain reaction caused by the disintegration of cellulose into carbon, carbon dioxide and water vapour, but her heart and spirit told her was a living breathing thing that if she desired, would dance to her will. She didn't desire. she just wanted to relax. And yet the feeling of doom (in the classical or archaic sense rather than the modern one, that events were in motion that could not be altered, and would have an inevitable outcome) would not go away.

    She was abut to ask her mentor a favour, when the large black cat who was the undisputed ruler of all he surveyed (at least in his own eyes) jumped up onto her lap and let out a soft "Mrip?" He nudged the hand holding her tea cup and she set it down on the small antique table that stood beside her favourite chair. She began skritching the cat in all the places he loved and he curled up and purred contentedly.

    "Cat's just know... You were about to ask me something?" Gwen spoke from her own chair near the fire.

    "Yes, sorry. Please could you keep an eye on her? Make sure nothing stupid happens, like running off to the boy?"

    "Hmph. 'Go away Gwen!' 'You aren't supposed to be here, Gwen!' 'I know what I'm doing, Gwen!' 'I don't need your advice, Gwen!' But now when the faecal matter is about to hit the rotary air circulation device, it's 'Gwen, I need your help!'"

    "Fine, be childish... I was just asking a favour is all, but if you're going to behave like someone a hundredth of your age, forget it.... Come on, Cliché. Auntie Gwen's behaving like a three year old, so mummy is going to have to do a scrying spell..."

    "Oh really Andie, I was only teasing, you know that... I'll watch her for you. You had a bit of a tough afternoon by all accounts?"

    "Her mother. Damn but that woman would have been powerful. It took a lot out of me influencing her without her noticing. Thanks Gwen, I appreciate it."

    It was about eleven in the morning that Gwen popped into Andrea's work room and said "Trouble!" Andrea looked up from the potion she was preparing, a fairly complex spell that was one of her best sellers. Gwen looked worried. "The parents are planning on having the kid shipped off to a religious retreat where they will teach her how to be a good Christian girl..."

    Andrea paused. "That's not going to happen."

    "It could..."

    *Really? Let's see... Anyway, how would you know? You were supposed to be watching her not the parents."

    Gwen blushed, not something she did much these days. "She was... ehem... enjoying herself. So I figured I'd leave her to it and see what the parents were up to. I caught them in a conflab with The Good Reverend Madison."

    The younger witch turned away from her work and pulled a shallow metal bowl from a shelf, tipped liquid into it from a nearby metal jug and waved a hand across the shining surface. "No. I can't even.... Oh!" She blinked. "Get the yellow room ready would you, there's a dear? I should probably head over to the police station."

    "You'll need a pretext, you cant just be there to meet her," Gwen was watching the events that were about to unfold, played out in the scrying mirror, almost as if there were a TV camera hovering overhead. "If you're just at the police station, that would be far too much of a coincidence."

    "I'll be there to ask if they've arrested the slime-ball yet and ask what they are doing about prosecuting him. It's been long enough, so they should have at least charged and arraigned him." That would work just fine,

    ......

    "So exactly what is happening? Is that slime ball still walking around free because daddy happens to be a rich man who posted bail for his no-good brat of a son, while his victim, namely me, I am left arguing with my insurance company abut the value of the damaged goods. They want to pay wholesale and I want them to pay retail..." That wasn't true but the poor desk sergeant didn't know that. Andrea was barely even trying. All she really wanted was to be there when Sophia was brought in. She heard the girls voice from the doorway and turned.

    "Why Sophia, what on earth has happened!" She didn't give the girl time to answer, instead turning to the officer that was escorting the young woman through the door of the police station. "Officer, whatever it is that she's done, I'm sure it must be a misunderstanding. I will happily post bail or do whatever is necessary, but this young lady needs to come home with me...!"

    The policeman looked stunned for a moment. "Uh... Miss McCall?" The Sheriff had not expected her to be there. His daughter was an admirer of 'Auntie Andie', and Sheriff Rycliff personally admired the woman for standing up to her critics, and for giving the youngsters of the town somewhere to go that was free of charge, drugs and violence. While he valued his job too much to be outspoken in her defence, he did offer clandestine support when necessary. "I was about to call you at Miss Williams' request.

    "Really? That's very sensible of her." Andrea listened while the Sheriff explained what had happened and then listened to Sophia's side of the story. "Well the, it's fortuitous that I happened to be here." She turned back to the sergeant behind the desk. "I want that young man prosecuted and I don't want any excuses!" She waited while the desk Sergeant managed to stammer out an assurance, then turned back to the Sheriff. "So, are you arresting the young lady, or is this a slapped wrist offence?"

    Before the sheriff could reply, the afternoon, which had been getting progressively darker, was split by a brilliant flash. followed almost instantly by the most deafening boom, that rattled the windows, and set off car alarms outside. The lights flickered and the desk sergeant's computer rebooted. Almost everyone jumped out of their skin. Except Andrea, who simply stood calmly and waited for an answer to her question. Rycliff recovered quickly, even as people started running around to see what damage the lightening strike had done. "Slapped wrist this time. Personally if my parents were going to kick me out of their home for getting a job at a place they didn't approve of, I'd probably want to let off a little steam too. Just, try and keep your language civil in future, Miss Williams. I know it's frustrating, but honestly, swearing rarely helps the situation, it just makes people angry."

    Andrea nodded at the Sheriff's wise words, then took Sophia's arm and led her out into the sudden deluge. "Sophia, sweetheart, there are things you need to know, that I need to tell you in private, because frankly, you aren't going to believe me." She led the way to her Beetle, that was parked about ten yards from the building's entrance. Even that short distance was enough to drench Sophia to the skin. Andrea opened the trunk of the car, that was obstinately at the front, for Sophia to put her bags in, then slipped behind the wheel. If Sophia were being at all observant at this point, she might notice that Andrea was completely dry, almost like a continuity error had occurred on a movie set, only this was no movie, this was real life. Lightening arced across the sky and thunder roared and the wind whipped the driving rain around, and through the raging storm, Andrea drove the little German car as if it were a sure footed SUV. She drove in silence, not wanting to spoil the surprise.

    Arriving at her almost-out-of-town residence, Andrea dove slowly up the gravel driveway, allowing Sophia to get a good first impression of her new home. The sky was dark despite it being early afternoon, the trees lining the driveway whipped about in the wind, presenting monstrous silhouettes against the clouds, and there, lit by a sudden flash of lightening, was one of the spookiest looking houses ever. "It looks a lot friendlier in normal daylight..." Was Andrea's comment. She drove around the side and into the garage, the door of which opened by itself and closed by itself behind the car. Nothing unusual in that, of course.

    She led her protégée into the house proper. In comparison to the exterior, the inside was modern, comfortable and brightly lit. A large black cat mewled and trotted up to wrap himself around Andrea's legs, having decided that Sophia was still far to wet to be friends with. Andrea looked at the blonde girl and grinned wickedly. "I let you get wet for a reason, dear. Be dry!" She spoke the last words as a command and pointed a finger at Sophia. There was no blast of warm air, no sudden whirlwind, instead it was as if the water soaked into Sophia's clothes and hair and on her skin suddenly had somewhere else to be. She would still be cold, although the house was warm enough that she wouldn't be for very long, but she would be completely dry on the outside.

    "Sophia, of all the things people have said about me, there are two I have never actually denied. When people accuse me of being a lesbian, I reply that my sexual preference is none of there business. And when people accuse me of being a witch, I offer ridicule, ask them if they seriously believe in witches and magic. And of course, they don't. But the thing is, it's true, dear. I am a witch. And so are you, Harry!"
     
  18. Dashenka

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    Sophia was still in a bit of a shock when she got the police station. Even if Andrea would have let her answer, she couldn't have. The fact that Andrea was there wasn't as much a surprise as it was a relief. When she had the opportunity, she just gave Andrea the shortened version of the story. That her parents wanted to get her to some kind of clinic and that she got arrested for shouting stuff. She'd leave the intimate details for later. Or not at all.

    The thunder crash was loud. Louder than anything she had ever heard and because of the concrete walls of the police station, which wasn't a comfortable place to be at, at all, Sophia got a bit of a fright. She usually loved the extreme weather but that was always from the comforts of her own room.

    "I know officer Rycliff, but they wanted to bring me to some girl church community or something because I ma... Because I did something they didn't like."

    She blushed bright red, giving away to everybody what she hadn't said. Andrea then led her outside into the rain. Before she could protest, she was outside and before she could even mention the rain, she was drenched to her underwear. Rushing, in order to stay as dry as possible, which seemed obsolete already, she threw her bags into the trunk and jumped in the car, slamming the door shut trying to keep the car as dry as possible in order for it not to mist up. Her parents hated that and always pulled over to let the steam clear up.

    Andrea had told her something. Or rather, she had told her nothing at all except that she needed to tell her something. Which was odd because Andrea was just her boss. Nothing more. Sophia had noticed Andrea was completely dry but hadn't thought anything of it. As they moved through the storm, Sophia kept looking out, marvelling at the weather and feeling very comfortable around Andrea, despite being soaking wet and slightly cold.

    Her first impression of the house was amazement. It looked like some of the miniatures sold in the shop. As the lightning lit up the sky and showed the sillouette of the house, Sophia grinned, drummed the dashboard in the Addams Family tune and snapped her fingers. Not sure if Andrea had recognised her little musical reference, she giggled at it herself and continued to look at the house. It looked big but somehow very reassuring. Homely.

    Sophia again saw the doors close behind her without a touch but again didn't think anything of it. Probably just a button Andrea had pushed or a gimmick installed in the car.

    Once in the house she immediately felt comfortable. It was styled just as she would style her own house and then there was the cat. She wanted to pet it and hug it but it walked straight by her and ignored her.

    Cats don't like water.

    Be dry!

    "Yes my clo..."

    She wanted to point out that her bags where still in the car but something else drew her attention. Sophia patted her coat and chest. Her clothes had stuck and clinged to her body seconds before and now they were... dry. Not a little moist but dry as when she pulled them off the drawers that morning. And her shoes and her trousers and even her hair was as dry as it could be. Dumbstruck she stood and stared at Andrea.

    "H.. how.."

    Andrea soon explained and somehow, even though it didn't make sense, it did. The shop being fixed a day after, Andrea being dry, the car doors. And then she connected the dots even more. To herself. Forgetting the keys and suddenly having them. Forgetting the salt on her food and then suddenly the food was perfect. Most people would have laughed and ridiculed Andrea but Sophia just was silent, letting it all sink in. Hard.

    "I.. I'm a witch? But how? I mean... Are.. Oh my God... Are my parents... No! Surely not!"
     
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  19. Chrystal Dark

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    "First of all, dear, there's someone you need to meet. Other than Cliché that is." She indicated the cat who was now being a mobile one-feline obstacle course to both women. "Gwen, where are you?"

    "Basement..." The voice of an elderly lady drifted up from the stairwell.

    "Okay, we'll be right down. Cliché do get out of the way, there's a good boy. I know you're hungry. I'll feed you in a minute..."

    "Mrow!"

    Andrea gently moved the cat to one side with her feet and headed for the stairs leading down. They creaked slightly as she went down them. She paused near the bottom, "Come on, pet. Nothing down here will hurt you, as long as you don't fiddle with stuff." Which was true enough. Cliché was already at the bottom of the narrow stairway, and sitting there nonchalantly washing his left back leg. The stair was well lit, even though there didn't seem to be any light source, Andrea led Sophia down, and round a corner into a narrow corridor that was bare brick on both sides. Cobwebs lined the ceiling but there were none low enough to interfere with even the lanky Sophia's passage. Again there was no apparent light source, the passageway was just lit. About half way down was a door on the left. Plane oak with a plane brass doorknob. Andrea opened the door, ushered Sophia through, followed her in and closed the door. The room was lit, and Sophia would catch a glimpse of a large table, and walls lined with shelves that held bottles, jars and books, before suddenly the room was plunged into darkness, except for an eerie green glow from what looked like a cauldron. The green light lit the wizened face of an old woman, bent over the cauldron. Andrea was about to say something when the old woman was joined by a second face, that had suspiciously feline ears and nose.

    Before anyone could say anything, Gwen's voice rang out: "When shall we three meet again? In thunder, lightning, or in rain?"

    There was a pause, and Andrea heaved a small sigh before chiming in with her part, getting into character as she, too, moved so her face was illuminated by the cauldron. "When the hurlyburly's done, When the battle's lost and won."

    A strangely unfamiliar voice, with an odd rasp to it took the third part: "That will be ere the set of sun."

    Gwem took up the First witch again: "Where the place?"

    This time Andrea didn't hesitate: "Upon the heath."

    Again, the growl: "There to meet with Macbeth."

    "I come, Graymalkin!"

    "Paddock calls."

    "Anon."

    All three voices joined in the chorus: "Fair is foul, and foul is fair: Hover through the fog and filthy air."

    Andrea giggled softly as she commanded: "LIGHT!" Instantly the room was brightly lit again. The green glow from the cauldron faded to nothing. "Very funny, Gwen. I especially like the way you made Cliché take the Third Witch role. But really, look, you've scared the poor girl half to death!"

    Cliché the cat was sitting on the big oak table, washing his face, blissfully unaware that he had just participated in an impromptu recital of Macbeth Act 1 Scene 1 . Standing (if that is the correct word) at the side of the table was the elderly lady. Her skin, hair and clothing were - not exactly white, but rather looking as if they had been bleached or as if they were being looked at by moonlight rather than the apparently bright as day artificial light source, as if they were supposed to be coloured but there wasn't quite enough colour left in the world. And the other odd thing was that the shelves, jars, tins, bottles, boxes and books behind her, were still just about visible when she moved in front of them.

    "Sophia," Andrea turned to her apprentice, "I'd like you to meet my mentor and friend, Gwendolen Morgan."

    Gwen moved forward, through the table, so as to go around Andrea, "Nice to officially meet you at last, Sophia. I'd offer to shake, but my hands aren't as solid as they used to be."
     
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  20. Dashenka

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    Sophia already felt she and the cat could be friends. Not that that decision was hers to make obviously. If it had been a dog, yes but cats, they don't just accept any friend request like people on facebook. No no, you have to earn their respect and even then, you have to be twice ascended at least before they will even consider you as their friend. Being a witch might help her case a little bit. Even though she had no idea what that meant at all. Rather than flooding Andrea with questions, she followed her down the stairs, which led to a narrow corridor full of cobwebs and the likes. Whoever, or whatever, was down here, Sophia hoped it wasn't a permanent residence or this place needed a good clean up.

    The room was like one out of a fantasy movie or a Harry Potter scene. Books and bottles stacked to the ceiling and in the corner a bent over figure.

    Before Sophia could say anything the light went out and this time Sophia noticed that nobody had flipped a switch or that in fact there hadn't been any light sources in the corridor either. So either Andrea had captured her in a very sophisticated prank, or it was real and judging by what happened next, Sophia was very much inclined to go for the latter. Not because the three faces and voices were plausible but because if this was a special effect, it was too good to be held in a rickety old basement.

    When the lights went on again, Sophia just stood in a mixture of amazement, excited and fear. The woman who Andrea introduced to her as being her mentor and friend was a ghost. Or entity or whatever it was called. What she was not, was human. At least not anymore.

    "A.. are you.. like.. dead?"

    Surely she could have come up with a better question to ask but after having just experienced a rather morbid Macbeth performance with a cat that definitely spoke and a ghost, Sophia was a little bit left for words.

    "I mean.. I'm sorry. I don't want to be rude... But... I don't really understand anything of what happened. Like, two hours ago my parents sent me off to some religious boarding school and now I'm here..."
     
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