Magical Manipulation

Lauren began smelling the sweet smell of her green tea wafting through the air, making her stir.

"Oh, good. Your up." Startled, Lauren sat up and stared with blurred vision, at a dark figure standing at the rooms doorway. Lauren quickly found out that the room she was in, was her bedroom. "What happened?" Lauren reluctantly asked, rubbing her head. "You fainted, dear. So I made your rest a little more comfortable and layed you in bed. While waiting for you to awake, I made myself some tea. You don't mind, do you?" Though pissed, Lauren decided to keep her cool about the situation. "Fine, fine. It's fi--I don't mind."

Lauren saw that she was under her covers removing them in one swift yank, then quickly covers herself back up. "Where are my clothes!" She frantically asks. "At the end of the bed, here." Delilah said after finishing up the last drop of green tea.

After a silent minute of staring, Lauren spoke up. "Well, aren't you gonna give me my clothes?" Delilah would gladly help, but first, she wanted to press the issue at hand. "Well, I already know your first wish." Delilah chuckled. "Wish? Are you some kind of genie?" A confused Lauren asks. "I'm whatever you want me to be, dear. A genie, ..witch, or fairy God--Mother. Let me see. You want to grow up before the owner of this house returns, who I'm guessing is your babysitter?" Lauren was flabbergasted. "No! I never asked for whatever you are to barge in and potentially **** and insult me! GET OUT!" Unfazed by Lauren's tantrum, Delilah kindly smiled, then quickly left the house, but not before capping her hands. Applauding Lauren's performance or her own. Finally, alone to breathe her own air, Lauren grabbed at the pile of clothes, but notices that something is missing.