Meeting the Enemy

Alice and I walked to the campus canteen for coffee and a strategy session.

“What exactly do we have to do, Nicole?” said Alice.

“We have to show them we’re better than Tara and Bit,” I said. “We cast some impressive spells or whatever and we record everything in a journal.”

“Well well well,” said a voice. “Look who’s here.”

We glanced up. The red-headed Tara and her Asian friend Bit walked to our table.

“Hello, Tara,” I said. “I wondered what that funky smell was.”

“Aren’t you the witty one,” said Tara. “Your sophistication astounds.”

“It’s a gift,” I said. “Following us around isn’t going to help you, you know.”

“No worries there,” said Tara, leaning on our table. “We just wanted to let you know that you two little no-talents have no chance against us.”

Tara and Bit snapped their fingers in unison, and suddenly there was an audible pop and a small ball of brightly colored smoke exploded over the table, making us jump.

“Wow, pretty,” I said, faking a yawn. Then I pretended to leisurely check my watch and made shooing motions with my other hand. “Wow, is that the time? Well, you and Bit enjoy your coffee now, ’kay?”

“We will,” said Tara. “You enjoy yours, okay?“

Tara and Bit walked away. I waited until they were too far to overhear us before turning back to Alice.

“All right, let’s make our plans.”

“What kind of spells should we cast?” said Alice.

“Hmmm,” I said, taking a sip of coffee. “Good question. Maybe we could find some wands or make some potions.”

“Yeah,” said Alice. “There’s gotta be something we can do to win.”

“We’ll think of something,” I said, hips wriggling.

“I’m s-sure we will,” said Alice, her cheeks flushed.

I blinked. “Are you okay?” I asked, fanning myself.