Sugar Drop[The Magic Spoon] [Jura]

Zell · May 18, 2015

The day was nice and warm as Dyshelle was everywhere at once in her shop, making sure that it always looked in tip-top shape. Muffler had decided to take the day off, which she didn't blame the cat for. She'd worked hard all week while she was at the school, so it was all the witch could do to catch up on keeping everything nice and tidy, which was the only place her fluffy familiar couldn't really help her.

Which, again, was fine. She wasn't expecting a cat to be able to dust of shelves and and such.

Finally finishing with that, she started waving her spoon around to shuffle the decor of her interior until it went ever-so nicely with her dress--a lovely mint green affair with a satin bow and a wide skirt, as always. The Sweets Witch scooped up her cat and shooed her into the back room.

Muffler threw a few less than savory expletives her way.

The woman gasped. "How rude. I should have you declawed for that missy!"

Dyshelle swept about, making sure the floor was nice and shiny. Of course, using magic was an option, but she always got a certain satisfaction from cleaning up her shop with her own two delicate beautiful hands. The blisters were marks of love.

She wiped her forehead and looked around appreciatively before moving behind the counter. Muffler had already made her deliveries to the Nices--today was Apparition Apple Crumble, one of her favorites--so she struck it off her list. Turning to the blackboard she waved her spoon and chalk began to write in a neat, cute print:

Today's Menu

Clock Cookies
Beast's Bread Pudding
Telepath's Turnover
Ethereal Eclair
Quick Bread
Siren's Strudel

Also offering nonmagical versions of all items!

"There!" She said, checking her stock against the blackboard, just to make sure everything was properly accounted for. She didn't want to be cause unaware!

Juraquille · May 19, 2015

It was a weekend, and so Starlight's Triple Threat had thought to spend the day in town. Or rather, Ace had wanted to go window shopping and Arren decided to drag Jace along.

While the vampire grumbled under his breath-- the irritated words didn't really have any heat-- as he trailed after his companions, Arren watched as the boy flitted from shop window to shop window, exclaiming happily over the littlest of things that caught his fancy. Ace skidded to a stop in front of a certain window, however, golden eyes widening at the things on display in the window.

It was a small plant shop, and Ace was eyeing the cute little succulents they had.

His pause allowed the other two to catch up, though when Jace saw what had caught the boy's attention, groaned. "You're not actually gonna let him get one of those stupid green things, are ya? He's gonna kill it within the first week!"

"Succulents are actually quite resilient, Jace. They do not need to be watered every day and are hardy plants." Arren mused. "Maybe it will be good for Ace to have one. He will be responsible for watering it, and will have something occupy himself with."

Jace couldn't exactly argue against that, and so simply followed the wizard and werewolf into the little shop. Ace ooh-ed and ahh-ed as he tried to look at everything at once. His energetic actions quickly got the attention of a shop attendant, and within a half hour-- the boy couldn't decide on which one to get--, the trio was walking out of the store with an excited Ace. They had even gotten a little sky blue with white polka dots pot to put the little succulent in. The pot was currently housing the plant still in its plastic pot, which Ace kept hold of firmly yet carefully even as he continued his happy exploration of the downtown's shop windows.

Eventually, they came across The Magic Spoon, and Ace gasped. He should show one of his favorite teachers what he'd gotten!

Breaking off from what he'd been chattering away at his two special people, Ace dashed towards the little shop, somehow still keeping in mind his green burden when his attention span was notoriously short.

"Miss Shellie, Miss Shellie, Miss Shellie~! Look what I got~!"

"Ace, be careful! Don't run head first into a shop!"

"Tch. The idiot."

The wizard and vampire followed in Ace's wake, though the now puppyish boy was jumping about the sweets witch, rambling on a mile a minute about his new friend, who he had named Winston.

{A lot of Ace, but I figured this was a good place to end my reply, so a bit more of Jace and Arren in the next~}

Zell · May 21, 2015

Dyshelle stood behind the counter, spending her moments between helping customers jotting things into a large ornate looking book. It looked like it was some kind of nomicon. In reality it was a big book of recipes passed to her from her grandmother who had also been very interested in cookery. Not that her Grandmother had also been a culinary witch like herself.

Such a thing didn't exist in her time.

A glittering gel pen was held pensively in her teeth as she read and reread a recipe for cream puffs, trying to think of a way to make the recipe better.

"Maybe if I add lemon...?" she murmured to herself, making a cautionary mark in her book."

"Miss Shellie, Miss Shellie, Miss Shellie~! Look what I got~!"

Oh, she would recognize that voice anywhere!

Putting down her gel pen, the witch stepped out from behind the counter to greet Ace, the happy, excitable young man that he was. Even though he stood over her (as did many of her students, she thought with some mirthlessness) his attitude was nothing short of that of an earnest puppy.

She'd rather taken a shine to him, all things considered. "Hello Ace! Fancy seeing you on a fine day like this!"

Almost as soon as Ace had laid eyes on her, he started talking about his cactus-type plant that he had named Winston. She listened patiently as he talked and talked, her ears attuned to catching as much as he said as possible. The Sweets Witch liked to listen to the things her students told her. Sometimes they were things that were incredibly minor, things that likely wouldn't matter down the line.

But you never knew. Maybe one day she would need Ace's to know all about Ace's new friend Winston.

She looked up, noticing Jace and Arren. Arren she knew of, considering he was faculty, though he didn't know the wizard personally. Jace she completely didn't recognize. She couldn't help but notice all three men had the same red-tinted eyes... but beyond that didn't seem to share any physical relation. She knew that Ace and Arren didn't share the same last name, but that was hardly an indication of blood relation anymore these days.

Ah well. No harm in asking.

"Ace, dear, are these your brothers?"

Juraquille · May 22, 2015

"Brothers?" He tilted his head in a manner that made him look like a confused puppy. "They're my special people, Miss Shellie!"

Before Ace could start rambling on, Arren stepped up and gently patted the boy's head, effectively causing him to look up inquisitively and fall silent. "We are not related by blood, Professor Powell, if that is what you are asking." He murmured politely, offering the woman a friendly smile. "But we are as good as family where it matters."

Here, he paused, glancing at Jace when he felt the vampire's glare of displeasure. Jace didn't want their life story out in the open, even if it was just to this tiny little woman; he had been like that when Arren wanted to adopt Ace into their little family, but had quickly warmed up to the excitable boy.

The two seemed to be talking solely through glances and minute facial expressions, something that went completely over Ace's head as he began flitting around the shop in that enthusiastic way of his, ooh-ing and ahh-ing at several things while he chatted away to Winston.

Eventually, Jace and Arren came to an agreement and the wizard resumed speaking. "I had found and taken in Jace during a very dark time in his life, and a few years after that, we bumped into Ace, who had been living on the streets at the time. Suffice to say we took him in as well, and now we're a family."

It was succinct and to the point, but didn't even hint at the family troubles Jace went through or the reason Ace had been on the streets in the first place.

"Oh! Where are our manners?" Arren frowned slightly, then shook the expression away and replaced it with one of his signature smiles. "As you probably know, I am Arren King. I work as an assistant in the Infirmary. It is a pleasure to formally meet you, Professor Powell. Ace absolutely adores you."

The wizard turned to the other, and Jace narrowed his eyes a bit before turning to the woman, offering her a cocky grin, all teeth and hint of fang. "The name's Jace Nightray. Nice to meetcha, I suppose." was all he said, his voice a low drawl.

There had once been a time where Jace had been wary of using his surname during his introductions. While he had been disowned and disinherited by his father, no one could predict what the man would do, and Jace hadn't wanted to leave any sort of trail his father could follow if he ever decided he wanted Jace back. But now, it mattered little to him. Yes, he still feared his father finding him, despite the sanctuary Manta Carlos was-- a reason Arren used to convince Jace to go to the Academy--, but he no longer looked over his shoulder, expecting the man's crazed gaze to be locked on him.

Zell · May 23, 2015

"We are not related by blood, Professor Powell, if that is what you are asking. But we are as good as family where it matters."

Dyshelle gave a cheery smile at Arren's response to her question. She'd found that in most situations it was the found family who made the day to day brighter. The Sweet's Witch had a better relationship with her living father and her two aunts than a lot of the residence of Manta Carlos, but she found that having many friends and many lovely students tended to make her small bouts of homesickness much more manageable. Especially Ace--the student was always very happy to come to class even if he wasn't the best at remembering the directions she put forth.

The witch noticed the shift in air between Arren and Jace. It was something she remembered her own mother and father doing to her when she was younger--too small to understand the intricacies of being an adult and all the stresses that came with it. Being a businesswoman she made sure to keep an eye on Ace as he wandered about her shop chatting up his succulent, but she doubted that he would cause any serious problems.

From what she could tell in class, he was excitable with a short attention span, but not destructive.

A smile graced her face and she nodded appreciatively at the story of how the three men came to find themselves together as a family. She could appreciate the story of a group of wayward souls finding their way together through luck and willpower. It reminded her of the trashy romance novels she tended to read during lunchtime in her office with a cup of sweetened tea and a plate full of sweet rolls.

Muffler would judge her but the cat had never seen what hid in those terrible, wonderful novels.

When they introduced themselves, Dyshelle gave them a well-done curtsy. "A pleasure to meet you both. I'm Dyshelle Powell, but you just call me Miss Shellie. Professor Powell is a bit... formal for me, I suppose."

Having met the two men formally, the witch felt like she had gained at least some sort of insight into Ace as a person.

Well, they were currently in her shop. Nothing wrong with peddling her wares at least a little. She went through quite a lot to get this little place started, and she'd be damned if she would let a potential sale go by.

"Ace, is there anything you see that you like, dear?" She asked the wandering boy, then turning her attention to Arren and Jace. "If you happen to see anything you like just tell me."

Juraquille · Jun 14, 2015

Jace snickered softly at the woman's allowance that they call her Miss Shellie. Arren was always acting so formal and polite. He often had to remind the wizard not to be so stuck up all the time, but the message still had yet to completely sink into the other's thick skull. Oh, the things he did for his little family, Jace thought in fond exasperation.

Said wizard shot Jace a slight scowling glance, though there wasn't really any heat behind the look. He simply rolled his eyes and offered Dyshelle another polite smile and a nod of acknowledgement and thanks. Ace, on the other hand, was still very wrapped up in exploring the adorable little shop. His blonde head bobbed every which way, though he did pause and turn to look at the gathered adults. He tilted his head in a way very reminiscent to a puppy looking around curiously, though he easily bounced to one of the jars that had caught his attention.

"These ones look pretty, Miss Shellie!" He exclaimed in a flurry of words and excited gestures-- or at least, as many excited gestures as he could safely manage while still clinging onto Winston. The candy he had picked had a rather colorful wrapper, which is probably the only reason he chose it. "Can I get some, Arren? Oh, please, please please, pleaaaase~?"

Arren chuckled fondly and nodded to Ace, though gave the energetic boy a gentle but firm look. "Only a few, and you have to wait until after dinner to eat them."

"Okay~!" was Ace's quick answer.

Meanwhile, Jace had wandered away from Arren to browse for himself-- he had a secret sweet tooth, but he'd never admit to it.

Zell · Jun 18, 2015

Shellie smiled a the two and went over to Ace to see what he was picking. It was a colorfully wrapped candy, kept in a jar that was nearing half empty. Those were fairly popular she'd found, especially right now. She sent a glance back at Arren, and after he'd said that it was okay for Ace to buy the candy, he turned back to Ace.

"A good choice, darling." He gave her spoon a short swish and the jar floated down into her hands. They crinkled slightly as she popped off the cork and tilted it towards Ace to pick however many he wanted. Since they were wrapped candies, she didn't see a problem in letting him pick whichever ones he wanted.

"These are called Witch Bubbles." She started to say. "Sweet and they make your whole body feel like it's being massaged by bubbly goodness."

After letting Ace pick the ones he wanted, she corked the jar and set it back on the shelf.

A quick look around told her that the other man, Jace, was also wandering around the shop looking at her wares, so she decided to check up on him quickly and hope she didn't get anything rude for her troubles. All things considered, she couldn't say that Jace seemed like the type to be rude for no reason.

She walked up to him. "See anything that you're interested in?"

Juraquille · Oct 18, 2015

Ace started to all but bounce in place-- or rather, as much as he could without jostling Winston or spilling dirt onto the nicely swept floor-- as he waited for his chance to pick out the candy pieces from the jar, his blonde tresses flopping this way and that. When it came down to it, he chose three candies; he'd try one later that day, after dinner as Arren had instructed, then save the other two for another day.

Once he'd made his choices, he scampered back to the wizard, beginning to babble about what he thought 'bubbly goodness' felt like. Much of the little werewolf's words blurred together into one excited, run-on sentence, but Arren simply smiled warmly and somewhat amusedly, patting the boy's head once more. The gaze of the unofficial leader of the triple, however, followed the sweets witch as she made her way to Jace. He could only hope that Jace would tone down on his supposed arrogance-- it was a mask, true, but a damn good one if Jace wanted it to be.

The vampire, of course, sensed the diminutive-in-height-but-not-at-all-lacking-in-kindness-or-talent woman approaching him, but didn't bother turning to face her immediately. When he did look at her, he merely offered her a soft grunt and a noncommittal shrug; the woman reminded him of Arren in some ways, which made him less likely to snap at her. It came off more as a sense of rough-around-the-edges-but-warmth-hidden-beneath sort of attitude, surprisingly enough. "I'm not one for sweets." He muttered under his breath, but this was simultaneously contradicted by the appreciative glances he kept sending a particular batch of chocolates-- he may have been a party animal before Arren had taken him in, but that didn't mean he hadn't learned the importance of savoring fine foods and alcohols.

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Sugar Drop[The Magic Spoon] [Jura]

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