21

After cape class on Monday Vicky manages to contain herself and not make gagging noises as you give Crystal a kiss. "Wanna do something Wednesday?"

"Sure…" she trails off and narrows her eyes, "you're about to say 'laser tag', aren't you?"

"Psh, no," you were going to say paintball as a joke. "Bowling, dinner at wherever strikes our fancy, maybe a movie." Giving her another kiss you push her into the air and wave. "Say hi to your parents for me."

As your girlfriend disappears into the sky and you make your way back to your apartment. Your plans for the week involve making either a separate costume or alternate interpretation of one so you won't make small children cry when they see you, as well as improving your divination. If you can scry all these Merchant assholes then you wouldn't have to wander around the entire city trying to hunt them down. Improving your apparition wouldn't hurt either—you find it a little easier every time you do it, but making it instinctive would be perfect.

After you get to your lair you pull out some books on scrying methods before you switch the chest over to the clothes compartment and prop it open.

Looking through the books you decide to focus on catoptromancy. Having to find a bowl and still water would be irritating; mirrors can be found pretty much anywhere. If there was ever a need to do a little divination in the middle of a Merchant hideout you could swipe someone's coke mirror to do some magic, trying to scry with bongwater probably wouldn't work.

A non-talking but large silvered mirror is easy enough to source from the seventh compartment and you transfigure a separate interior room that can be shut off and made pitch dark.

The first exercise is to attempt to scry on a known location. A known person in a known location would be better, but you're not willing to screw up and be noticed scrying on Crystal and the rest of New Wave. Instead you picture yourself in the middle of your apartment. You get something immediately, an almost-holographic image appearing in the silver depths of the mirror. The problem is that it's 80's holography—blocky pseudo-shapes that tell you absolutely nothing. Slow repetition, however, yields results and by the sixth time you manage to get a full-color, decent facsimile of your apartment. A few more tries gets you images of some of your classrooms, all empty this time of the evening.

Since you are familiar with all of those locations testing to see if you can apparate there is worthless, and trying to skip ahead and scry for Squealer, 'Charles Shepard', 'Shaggy', or various combinations starts to get you images, but fails, you continue on. The next exercise is to scry for known people in unfamiliar locations, so you can see if anyone you know happens to be somewhere new. Checking your phone it's almost 9, and Crystal has texted you so New Wave probably isn't meeting at the moment. You try to scry…

[X][Scry] Amy

Amy seems like a decent choice to try; you're fairly familiar with her but not too much, and she's likely in either a hospital, the Dallon house, or Crystal's old room, which you didn't see. You do run a quick check and scry yourself to make sure there isn't a big glowing copy of your face or anything obvious.

There isn't.

With that done you clear the mirror and concentrate on scrying Amy Dallon. This time the vision that forms does so slowly, enough that you can tell there are two people, but not enough so that you can see what's going on at first. One figure is laying on something, the other sitting on a chair with their arm out, touching the prone figure. Seems simple enough, it's probably the hospital.

Holding your wand out you tweak things slightly—like adjusting an old TV antenna—and everything rapidly snaps into clarity, colors filling in and sound coming though. It's not a hospital, it's a bedroom, likely Crystal's old room, and she's the one lying on the bed. Amy seems to be in the middle of speaking.

"—'ll do it. You're totally fixed."

Crystal smiles at her cousin. "Awesome, I just didn't want to worry, y'know?"

"Did you seriously think I would have made a mistake the first time I did it? The only way to make it less possible for you to get pregnant would be for me to just remove all of your eggs." Pulling her hand back, the healer crosses her arms. "If you're that worried, why not bring him by and I'll make him sterile too, assuming he says it's okay."

Siting up, buttoning her jeans, and pulling down her shirt, Crystal giggles a bit. "And what would that cost, you stealing his coat again?" When Amy blushes and looks away, your girlfriend smiles and leans in a bit. "It's okay to look, I know you're better about not touching than Vicky ever was."

Amy hunches down in the Slytherin hoodie she's wearing. "I don't want anything to do with your boyfriend!"

"I'm thinking about borrowing one of his flannel shirts, are you saying you don't want me to sneak a second one out?"

Spinning in the chair the brunette huffs. "Get out before I give you pimples again."

Crystal walks over and gives her cousin a hug. "You know I love you, Amy, I just like getting you worked up sometimes."

She heads out of the door with a wave, and Amy just sits statue-still as you hear a faint call to her parents and and a closing door.

A pop echoes in the quiet of the room as the world-famous healer stands and shucks her jeans off before pulling her phone out of the hoodie pocket and flicking it on. Two steps to the bed as nimble fingers navigate to something and pictures start showing, dissolving from one to the next.

Kneeling on the bed with her phone propped on a pillow, Amy has one hand working furiously between her legs as the other barely keeps her upright. The pictures seem to be of Victoria, but then change to Crystal, including shots in changing rooms and old bikini pictures.

Collapsing onto the bed fully she arches her back and buries her face into the covers so that only one eye is watching the phone. The hand that was holding her up swings back and spanks her own ass. Her hips buck and she moans Crystal into the sheets.

The phone flips to another picture, of you and Crystal walking together with Amy in your coat just in frame. More spanks and she buries her face in the sheets completely, moaning half-comprehensible phrases. You think you make out your pussy, as well as his cock and James. The pictures now are of the two of you out at the Forsberg Gallery, stopping on the one where you kissed Crystal's head.

With one last stroke on her ass, her hips tense and buck and a strangled wail is swallowed by the mattress. When she recovers and rolls onto her back the entire front of her blue cotton panties are soaked through and almost translucent, a dark thatch shading her slit. She breathes deeply and feels for her phone, flipping over to a PHO thread and saving the picture someone took of you kissing Crystal. Licking her fingers absently, her hand starts trailing back down her chest.

You break the connection and blink at the mirror that now only shows your masked face. It's time to do something else for a bit.

After taking a break from flexing your magic you pick through the robes you summoned out of the trunk. Some of them actually look too horrible to have been worn even by Dumbledore, unless they came from some alternate universe where the old man used the sheer wrongness of these cloth cognition hazards to kill lesser wizards.

Of the ones you find that are merely hideous, you're amused by the one with prancing unicorns the most. It does cause you to sing that Erasure song in your head which is annoying after the hundredth time. The background color is a pale blue, maybe turquoise?, while the unicorns are pearlescent with multi-colored manes and tails. There seems to be a couple of different herds that gallop and graze together before scattering off and leaving silver streaks.

A second robe that draws your eye has patterns of trees and flowers, with ribbing that resembles ivy vines. Over the course of five minutes or so the bright colored flowers wither and die and the green leaves of the trees turn and fall, trailing down to the hem and ends of the sleeves before fading away as the robe blooms from the top-down again.

The last robe you pick out is 'Wizard that really loves the Grateful Dead'. It… you're not sure there's a base color on this thing, and who in the world thought that shade of orange looked good? The tie-die doesn't just shift colors, it pulses and changes shape as the colors bleed into each other. There's multiple layers of cloth as well, creating a drapey, hobo-looking effect.

While all three might be useful as disguises or something, you should probably focus on one of them. From there you can enchant something to project a different face/mask. Which is better, though?

[X][Outfit] Foliage

Tuesday afternoon you and Crystal grab computers at the library to work on things—she has an English paper and you finish some Macro homework. You also take the time to look up the Alcotts' address. It's in the same general area as Crystal's parents, so you're not super familiar with the area, but you have a basic frame of reference. You can pop around and possibly see her outside to tag her. If not, then there's always the creepy breaking-and-entering option.

Back in your lair in the evening you pull up images of nearby rooms in the mirror and try focusing on the image in front of you to apparate rather than the mental image you normally use. You almost think you have it a couple of times before pushing harder. This time instead of the squeezing sensation of regular apparition you feel like you're bursting into pieces and floating, slamming open the door and over to the first floor of the warehouse in just a second or two. It's a rush like being on a rollercoaster, fully aware and moving instead of the stutter in your awareness that true apparition gives. Suiting up and practicing outside lets you determine that it's very short ranged—less than half a mile—but allows you to make changes in your direction while you move. Taping yourself with your phone shows that you dissolve into smoke and become wispy as you travel and some playing around has you swooping up and down buildings with a billowing smoky trail behind you. There's also something keeping you from chain-moving like this, even though you can immediately move or talk when you arrive you can't force yourself from one smoke-port to another. There's a couple seconds where you're still smoky before you snap back to full definition and can smoke jump again.

Not quite what you were expecting, but welcome nonetheless! When you finally get the amusement of the new movement out of your system you head back in and manage to scry a hallway of the computer science building. From there you look in on a classroom you've never been in and after some initial visualization issues manage to apparate there. You're not quite at the level of being able to immediately scry a place and go there, but given ten minutes or so with a mirror and you're good to go.

Bowling on Wednesday is actually hilarious fun. You'd walked around near the bowling alley and found a hole-in-the-wall Greek joint that had amazing gyros that left you both stuffed. After that, once you start bowling, it's apparent that neither of you are really any good, and combined with all of the food in your bellies, you don't try and compete so much as use the opportunity to trash-talk each other. You do spot a little girl who keeps looking over at Crystal, especially her headband, and tugging on her mother's sleeve. After the third time you catch the girl staring you lean over and whisper in Crystal's ear. "I think your cover's been blown."

She manages to catch a peek while fiddling with her hair and sports a pleased grin, "I don't get a lot of those, Vicky gets all the little girls dressing up as her." On her next turn she very casually stops and rests her bowling ball on a bowl-shaped crimson shield as she stretches. When she looks back you can't help but roll your eyes. Smooth she ain't.

The little girl's eyes get huge and she jukes past both of her parents to run over and bounce in front of the older blonde. "Laserdweam?"

Holy shit, she's totally adorable. Crystal kneels down and gives the girl a hug as the little brunette girl—Grace—starts babbling about how she wants to use 'pew-pew lasers!' to beat up bad guys. At your chuckle Grace turns to Crystal and points at you. "Who's that?"

"That's my boyfriend, James."

"But why? Boys are gwoss."

You are saved from dying of laughter when Grace's parents arrive and apologize profusely. Crystal waves them off and instead takes the younger girl over to the lane and creates a shield that blocks the gutters and they send a couple of balls down to get strikes. And if you helped push the ball to keep it from getting stuck a time or two with some subtle magic and no one seems the wiser, it was worth it to make two girls very happy.

After you finish bowling Crystal gives her number-one fan her hairband and you take a picture of the entire family with Grace standing on a forcefield with her arms around Crystal's neck. The little girl's grudging comment of you being 'okay, for a boy' almost sets you off again.

Crystal declares that she wants to watch a movie at your place, so you head in that direction. It's only a mile and change and you end up chatting the whole way. Crystal asks if you've come up with a way to silence things so you can watch the movie at full volume and smiles when you admit that you do.

Once again, she doesn't realize that she's not very slick at all. You've barely finished flicking silencing spells at the walls before you turn and get tackled by a flying blonde missile that carries you all the way to your bed. You don't even have a chance to bounce before her lips are on yours and her tongue is demanding entrance to your mouth. Capturing her hands you roll her over under you and pull back a moment. "So, what movie do you want to watch?"

The sheer exasperation of the look she shoots you distracts her long enough for you to sit up and pull your shirt off. Crystal immediately retaliates by spinning you with her flight and regaining her seat on top of you. She rolls her hips around as she slides her shirt up and you sit up to kiss each new exposed inch of her body. By the time she's pulled it over her head you're kissing again and the heat between the two of you explodes. Neither of you feels like teasing as hands go everywhere and clothes begin to fly off. You manage to use switching spells to get both of your shoes off, but you'd swear that Crystal managed her own magic to get her jeans off without either of you looking or coming up for air. Your mouths kiss lips and suck on exposed skin equally, greedily devouring each other's moans.

Once again rolling on top of her you trail kisses back down where you had so recently gone up, over her belly and hips, running fingers over her flawless skin. When you finally nuzzle your nose against the soft triangle of hair above her slit and swipe a magically-enhanced tongue she lifts off the bed with a cry, taking you with her. You merely adjust your arms to grip around her thighs to keep her from floating away and continue while kneeling on the bed. She's soaking wet, the heady aroma of her womanhood making you impossibly harder. Working first one, then two fingers in you hook them up gently and she collapses back onto the bed with her back arched. You lower her hips back down as you continue to devour her but she interrupts with a hand through your hair, tugging just enough to get you to look up.

"No more, you need to be inside me right now."

Never one to refuse a request like that you slide up her body and surreptitiously cast the lube spell on your cock before sliding the length against her slit. You barely have the time to use a hand to position yourself at her entrance before her arms and legs are grabbing at you. You try to resist and go slow but Crystal digs her heels in and pulls and you sheathe yourself fully, her channel somehow both deep enough to take you without issue and as tight as a vise. As you look at her to make sure she's okay there's a very contented curl to her lips that makes you think of a cat that just ate a fat canary. A roll of your hips breaks that smirk and makes her eyes flutter shut. Now you smirk as you slowly withdraw about half your length before plunging back in. That snaps her eyes back open and they lock on yours. You kiss her while you tease another slow cycle. "More?"

Flushed and with a brilliant smile, Crystal flexes her legs and drags herself down on your cock. "More. You can be harder, I'm not gonna break."

You move her hair aside and prop yourself on a arm right next to her head. Leaning down you steal a kiss. "Famous last words."

Starting out your first few thrusts are slow, but Crystal turns her head and bites at your wrist and you're spurred on faster, shaking her with full-length strokes. Your free hand trails up her side before you charge your fingers with magic and swipe them over her rosy nipple making her breath catch and her eyes blow wide open. On your next stroke you tip your hips a bit and rub along the top of her channel and she comes undone, shuddering and clutching at your back. Her cries of your name make the blood pound in your ears.

You need more of her, you want to hear her voice cry out like that again. Carefully channeling magic to your cock you slow down and grind, lowing yourself to steal kisses and taste her sweet cries as you drive her out of her mind with pleasure.

Crystal never stops caressing you, no matter how many times she clenches down on you and shudders. Each time she does you force yourself to hold off until at last she breaks and begs for you to cum.

You speed up your last few strokes as your girlfriend's legs tense against your side. As you cum your magic pulses in sympathy dragging Crystal into an eye-rolling orgasm with you. She grabs and holds you to her with both arms and legs and you find yourself doing the same as you once again find yourself floating off the bed. Crystal takes a while to recover and manages not to drop you when she realizes you're almost brushing the ceiling, but does turn a brilliant red that you can watch spread down her neck all the way to her breasts. You keep your amusement to a brief chuckle and a kiss on the forehead and wrangle the two of you over so she's laying on you when you get ground-bound again.

Some indistinct muttering comes from the mass of blonde hair tucked against your shoulder before Crystal sits up and then pauses, wiggling her hips. "Are you still hard?"

As far as you can tell it's a side effect of using the magic touch, but you had completely recovered within a minute. You wiggle your fingers. "Maaaagic."

"Magic sex powers…" your girlfriend grumbles. "I'll find out a way to use mine—" she gets derailed for a moment as you run a thumb over her clit, "—smartass."

This time you cuddle in bed before Crystal heads back to her dorm. You get a text from her with a picture of yet another set of police tape and cars.

C: Apparently someone beat up the entire baseball team

Someone? Like one dude beat up :J

like twenty guys? :J

C: Yeah, kinda weird

C: maybe I can ask about it tomorrow

C: cause there's been a lot of things like that

Yeah. Let me know if I can help :J

Goodnight, baby :J

C: night! ;)

You don't have any classes with Crystal on Thursdays, but you had made tentative plans to eat dinner in the dining hall. You're sitting in macroeconomics and wishing that you weren't when a white blur flies past the window and catches your attention. A moment later your phone buzzes.

C: huge fight dntn aunt c hurt

Opening a news website shows that there's an escalating fight between the ABB and E88, with speculation that Brandish has been shot. The adults of New Wave have tried to protect civilians. Vicky, Eric, and Crystal haven't arrived yet, and the former two may not even know if Arcadia really doesn't have phone reception during the day.

No capes have been spotted yet, but the fight's only been going on for a short time. Apparently there are other fights that have broken out in other spots, including the Boardwalk, and all three gangs are involved in those. No info is available on where the PRT and Protectorate are at the moment.

C: aunt c shot vik erk amy not responding.

What do you do? You do have your shrunken trunk, which contains your cape outfit and potions.

[X][Fight] Sneak out of class, change, head downtown