(Subplot) Tania is Magic

Tania entered her room, shut the door, and exhaled as quietly as she could manage. The past 24 hours had been a crazy whirlwind by anyone's standards. She had lost one job after being outsmarted by a frog and then immediately been offered another one having been headhunted and teleported by an extremely flirtatious witch. Her entire student debts had been paid off in an instant, and she was supposedly getting magical powers. Oh yes, and she was going to be completely naked at all time until this job was over. Except for her glasses - she had insisted she kept those.

"Nothing like going in at the deep end, Tania" she whispered to herself.

She walked to the corner of the room, double checked out of paranoia that she was definitely alone, then knelt down. If what Rebecca had told her was accurate, she was about to make her first bit of magic of her own. She waved her hands a couple of feet over the empty ground and suddenly a brown wooden chest revealed itself. Tania gasped in amazement. She waved her hands again and it again seemed to vanish. Waving them a third time brought it back. This was beyond anything she could have comprehended to be possible even the previous day.

She opened the box tentatively. It contained everything she needed to cause mayhem in the mansion. Alongside a few vials of potions that had various debilitating or transformative effects, and the occasional trinket whose function wasn't immediately apparent, there was a sleek, small black wand that came with a little booklet. This was what excited Tania the most. Rebecca had explained that, as Tania was not a witch, she could only cast spells through the wand which would self charge with magic over time so it could be used roughly once a day. It had been fused to Tania's aura so that only she could use it. She really did feel like an actual witch when she held it.

"This is some serious Harry Potter shit" she giggled as she stroked her wand almost as tenderly as if it were a lovers dick.

The booklet of spells available to her was hardly exhaustive. Turn a person into a toad (maybe Lexie would like a some company?) or various other harmless animals, compel someone to act like an animal - that might be fun - a shrinking spell to cut someone down to a more manageable size. She had nothing like the options Rebecca did - to transform someone into an erotic statue for example - but it was enough to be going on with.

Tania had been given strict instructions on when to use her arsenal of magic - only on anyone Rebecca told her to, or anyone where she felt she had ****. For example, if someone was about to expose her to the rest of the group. The main issue was that the glitch she feared that from most, Lexie, was already a frog. She didn't want to, but if she couldn't win the amphibian over she might have to quietly smuggle her out of the mansion and into a pet store.

Both Rebecca and Tania had agreed it would be smart for the latter to lay low for the time being and to try not to cause any magical mischief yet. As smoothly as her integration into the group had gone, there would still be some uncertainty around her for the next couple of days. If weird shit started happening straight after she moved into the mansion full time, she would inevitably be the glitch under suspicion.

She also had to figure out how to operate her magic stealthily. Being naked, it wouldn't be possible to conceal her wand or a vial of potion in front of the others. She would have to catch her victim alone or spike a drink in advance and hope the intended target consumed it. One thing Tania had been very strict about was that none of the spells she cast should be permanent. Rebecca had assured her that the effects of any spell or potion would wear off "eventually" - though that was a pretty loose time frame.

Tania waved her hands back over the box and made it vanish again. That was never going to get old. She then flopped herself down on her bed. She should probably thank Lexie really. This was going to be way cooler than doing some boring surveillance job for the Director.