...of our darkness

“What the hell are you doing?” Legend sighed and looked up, startled at the scowling face of Rhiannon, her boss.

“I...I’m on break Rhiannon.” She stumbled, and tried to stand up from her seat in the back of the kitchen.

“You don’t get paid for breaks you filthy half breed! Get out there and serve dinner.” She screeched gathering dishes and handing them to Legend. “You better put a smile on your face, wench or ill do it myself” She threatened, raising her hand and pointing a clawed finger toward Legend.

She flinched and closed her eyes tightly preparing herself for the pain she knew was soon to come. “Open your eyes you stupid mutt and get these plates out there!” Rhiannon yelled.

“Yes ma'am.” Legend gathered all the dishes and tried her best not to drop a single one of the dozen plates that she balanced precariously on her arm. Legend succeeded in balancing every one of the places and distributing the meal without spilling a single piece of food…with a little help from her magic of course. It didn’t really matter that that was the very reason she was in her predicament in the first place.

Returning to the kitchen, she proceeded to dump the dishes into the hot water of the sink and started to wash them. Legend sighed as she began to scrub the dirt from the pots and pans. The door to the kitchen opened and once again Rhiannon walked through. She chuckled when she saw Legend at the sink, amerced in all those dishes.

Slinking slowly over to the girl, Rhiannon took a look at the girl that stood before her. Legend was a striking mixture of Italian, black and Irish. She had smooth olive skin and at a glance, she looked more white than anything. The only telltale sign of her mixed heritage was her thick black hair. When her hair wasn’t pulled back into a ponytail, it hung down to the middle of her back. Legend was one of those girls who was thick where she needed to be and slender everywhere else. With her pretty face she could have easily been a model, but life had dealt her a short hand.

Rhiannon slowly walked over to Legend, admiring the curves on her otherwise sinewy body. Legend could feel Rhiannon’s presence but she knew she wasn’t to talk unless she was spoken to. Her body stiffened on its own accord when Rhiannon stood close behind her.

“Don’t you wish you could do something other than heal dead flowers with that useless magic of yours mutt?” she purred in the girl’s ear. She could feel the telltale signs of her arousal slipping from between her thighs at just being close to Legend.” I could help you…for a price.”

Legend was very aware that Rhiannon preferred women in her bed rather than men. She was also aware that at the moment the only woman she desired was her. “No thank you. I rather like my broken flowers.” Legend said, drying the last dish and moving away from Rhiannon in the process. However before she could get far enough away Rhiannon grabbed her arm and swung her around to her.

Legend looked up at the large woman that stood before her. She was inexplicably large for her gender and Legend knew it was because of her magic. Over the years, as her power grew, Rhiannon had used it to make herself appear larger and more intimidating than she really was, but Legend could see through it. Although she knew that she was nothing more than a glorified illusion, the retched wench still held her life in her hands. At any moment Rhiannon could lash out and send a blast of her power her way, and Legend would have no way to protect herself.

“Do you dare mock me girl?”

“No Rhiannon, I just-“

“I can kill you where you stand, you remember that.” She spat, inching closer to the girl’s face. As legend tried to back herself away from her, Rhiannon pulled her by her elbow, still closer.

HE above, please help me. Legend thought, squeezing her eyes shut as Rhiannon’s face got closer, and closer to hers. Suddenly the door to the kitchen burst open and Legend immediately looked toward the door, while Rhiannon’s eyes stayed glued to her.

“Ahem”, Ceddrick cleared his throat to get Rhiannon’s attention even though he knew she could sense him in the room already.

“What is it Ceddrick?” she spat, finally turning to look at him.

“Your mistress calls.” He said, staring in disgust at her.” Now”, he added when she didn’t start to move right away.

“This isn’t over mutt” she whispered, and stormed past them both, doing her best to knock Ceddrick over, but it was no use. Her physical strength was no where near his, and he didn’t need to use his magic to intimidate people.

Legend released the breath that she didn’t even realize she was holding and leaned tiredly on the stove that rested behind her. Ceddrick knew that Rhiannon had her eye on the young witch, and although he saw nothing wrong with same sex couples, because he himself preferred men, he couldn’t condone forcing yourself upon someone. Let alone someone as defenseless as Legend.

“Thanks Ced.” She mumbled kicking an imaginary stone with her shoe, keeping her eyes averted. She knew that the mistress hadn’t called Rhiannon, but Ceddrick lied to keep the bitch off of her. “You didn’t have to do that you know. She’ll know it was you.”

“Don’t worry about it kid. And that stupid bird, won’t even suspect me, don’t you worry your messy little head. She would never think I’d help a level one.” He responded quickly and making his way over to her and enveloping her in a hug. “Speaking of your messy head…” he began, reaching up to try and smooth some of her unruly hair.

“Ahh! Leave it alone, it has a mind of its own you know, you might just pull back a nub if you reach in there.” She joked, redoing her hair in its ponytail, not that it made any difference because as soon as she let go if it, it returned to its natural, wild state.

Ceddrick smiled at the young girl, he was at least happy to see the smile on her face. She doesn’t have very much to smile for. He thought to himself as he watched her laugh at her wild hair. He felt sorry for her, because of her less than desired status in the wizarding world, but he didn’t think any less of her because of it. Unlike most of society, he didn’t judge people for things that they had no control over.

“Alright young'un you better get going, you know you have class in the morning and you better get out of here before the evil witch of clits comes back to exact her revenge!” he warned, but the warning didn’t reach his eyes. They both burst into a fit of laughter at his witty comment and Legend hastily hugged Ceddrick before he pushed her out the back door of the kitchen and into the alley behind it.

The night was unusually warm for the season, which was good for legend because in her haste to get to work she forgot to grab her coat. The sky was also, unusually clear, and legend looked up at the moon in awe. She’d always adored the sight of the moon, the sky in general. The weather had always had played a big role in her moods from day to day also.

Taking a deep breath of the thick musky scent of the earth and trees that lined the campus, Legend slowly made her way to her apartment. It was nothing special, just a bedroom, kitchen and bathroom; it was all she could afford. Level one’s weren’t allowed to live in the dorms with the upper level witches because of the fact that they were so nearly human.

As a level one white witch Legend’s magic was minimal. She was nothing more than a highly glorified gardener and she knew it. Since she found out what she was, she knew that her magic wouldn’t get her to where she wanted to be in life so she dove head first into her studies. Because she took her education so seriously, she was awarded a scholarship to the most prestigious wizarding schools in the world, First Gloaming University. However her brain capacity didn’t ease the prejudice placed upon her. Being smart just couldn't fix everything.

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