“Mares and Gentlecolts, please allow the ‘Great and Powerful’ Trixie to welcome to the most spectacular and amazing magic show you will ever experience!” Trixie shouts to the crowd of onlookers.

“Tonight will amaze and delight, as you watch me work my magic into a true art form!” Trixie continues to get the crowd of equines excited for the first trick.

As you prepare to head onstage, you start to think about just bolting out the door for a while until the show is finished. Not to mention wearing a jester suit, in front of a large crowd and being used as her stunt double didn’t sound very appealing at all. However, you quickly decide it wouldn’t be the best option for your own health to ditch Trixie like that.

I guess I better muscle up some courage and push through this. I know one thing, I’m demanding a pay raise after this, you think to yourself as you take a deep breath and await for Trixie to call you.

Trixie started out with the basic magic tricks like usual. Like restoring a cut rope fiber-by-fiber and other things that kept the crowd entertained. Soon after, however, it started getting close to the point where she needed you to help with the rest.

“For the next amazing trick, I will need the help of my new assistant!”She shouts and waves a hand and makes you appear before her in a cloud of smoke.

The crowd starts to laugh and snicker as the smoke disappears. The unamused look on your face didn’t help, which earns a glare from Trixie.

“Will you at least act upbeat about this?” she whispers into your ear.

“Why? I’m forced into helping you and look like an idiot dressed in a jester’s outfit remember? Why should I act happy at all?” you whisper back cheerfully to spite her.

“Fine, if that’s how you want to play,” she quickly turns to the crowd and makes a large rectangular box appear on stage, “My assistant will now step inside and get locked within!”

You obey and walk towards the box; as the door opens, you step in and turn to face the crowd as the door shuts and locks. Through a small hole big enough to look through, you can see Trixie look over at the corner of the stage and start to levitate something over.

“And now I will proceed to pierce the slots in the box one by one with each and every sword!” she demonstrates the sharpness of one of the blades by slicing a rope in two.

The crowd watches in anticipation as Trixie levitates one of the blades next to the box and slowly slides it into the one of the blade slots. As you stand and watch the blade slide in and feel nothing. You are thankful at her ability to perform magic well, for once.

You watch as she slowly slides a second one into place. Well maybe this won’t be as bad as I thought, you think to yourself as she slides the third in without a hitch.

“Now watch and be amazed, as I attempt something far too dangerous to try unless having years and years of practice! I will now manipulate all six of the remaining swords and pierce the box simultaneously, splitting my concentration, and making the probability of skewering my assistant full of holes increase drastically!” Trixie shouts to the crowd causing them to gasp.

Okay, maybe I was just kidding myself and now I am going to die! you begin to panic as Trixie levitates all of the swords around the box.

“Are you kidding me? You haven’t done anything like this in your practice sessions that I’ve seen!” you say in a badly hushed voice.

“Be quiet, I am trying to concentrate!” she says as the last one moves into place.

If there is a god, please protect me from this insane mare! you tightly shut your eyes as all six blades pierce through the box at once with a loud clank.

After a moment or so, you slowly open your eyes and look around. “No pain at all, am I dead?” you look over at Trixie, who is smiling confidently next to the box, and the crowd is still staring intently at you.

Nope, still alive. I wonder if death would have been better… your thoughts trail off at hearing the swords being removed and the door unlocking.

As you step out, the crowd starts clapping at the—to their eyes—amazing magic trick. You look over at Trixie who seems rather pleased with herself as she relishes in the praise. One thing's for certain, you will not let her hear the end of it after using you as a test dummy.

The rest of the show went off as planned—there were a few more tricks involving you, like the daring escape, and the ‘saw you in half’ trick. It still made you slightly sick to your stomach, watching your legs move while detached from your body. Sure, Trixie explained it was simply magic slitting you into two separate parts, but you were essentially still ‘connected’ in essence but that didn’t help much.

It has finally come to the finale—the finishing touch would be the usual fireworks display, but this time Trixie decided to use fireworks that were more powerful to make the whole show more entertaining in hopes of scoring a bigger payment.

Your time on stage is done as she starts thanking the crowd for coming, and just as she bows, she sets off the first row of fireworks. They all launch into the air and explode in a flash of different colors. Row after row launch and you watch from beside them.

At least the fireworks are beautiful… You think as the last finale sets to launch.

A few seconds pass in silence.Nothing? you notice Trixie turning to look to see what the problem was just in time to see a bright light from the stand then a loud bang as the stand get blown apart from the firework malfunction.

The blast knocks you off your feet as Trixie and the crowd of ponies shields their faces, as debris from the blast is violently strewn about.

Slowly, you start getting to your feet when something catches your attention.

Blood? no sooner than you realize it, a stabbing pain shoots through your right arm when you try using it to help yourself up.

“Ouch!” confused at first, you look for the source of the pain and sure enough, a sizable splinter of wood is sticking out of your bicep with blood seeping through the entry point.

Dammit, I better hurry and get this fixed up, you slowly get up and quickly move to the bathroom inside.

What is that idiot doing leaving me here alone?! Trixie turns and begins apologizing to the crowd about the technical difficulty. Despite the catastrophic ending, some of them still paid for the show in which Trixie graciously accepted from them. After thanking them all for attending, and watching them begin to leave, she turns to the direction of the door and heads inside.

Upon entering, she notices you walking out of her bathroom, “What do you think you were doing?” Trixie says in annoyance.

“Well, after the explosion I got-” You try to explain but Trixie cuts you off.

“I don’t even care, your incompetence nearly cost us, and luckily I managed to get some of them to pay!”

“Incompetence at what, not dying? Yeah I think I’d rather that than making sure you had enough money in your pockets,” you start getting angry at her verbal assault.

“A good performer always knows that the crowd calls the shots, and if you weren’t so against helping me, we would probably be doing fine. But instead, you give me nothing but headaches- like leaving before the show ends, and not giving it your all in the performance!” Trixie raises her voice to match her rising anger.

“Well, maybe I would be more upbeat about everything if you treated me nicer and didn’t use me like a guinea pig! What, you didn’t think I’d care about being riddled full of holes, all because you think so highly of yourself?” you smart back at her with equal annoyance.

“Please, I had complete control over that trick, and I was merely making it more exciting,” She gloats as she avoids eye contact with you.

You clench your fists in anger, “I’m not stupid Trixie; I know you never did that before! I could have died if you even sneezed at the wrong time! Why don’t you stop and think about what you’re doing before that arrogance of yours gets the better of you, and you end up playing with someone’s life like you own it!”

“How dare you, I wouldn’t do something that would endanger someone’s life unless I knew how to handle the situation!” she angrily retorts back.

“Just like earlier when the fireworks exploded and nearly killing me, right?” you look at her coldly.

“That was a fluke is all! Besides, no one got hurt, so who cares?” she says nonchalantly.

Your anger starts to boil over at this point, “Fine, I’m leaving,” you then grab your hat and throw it against a wall making Trixie flinch a little, as you storm past her.

“Where are you going?” she asks in confusion.

“Somewhere were you aren’t!” you say just be for opening and slamming the door behind you.

~*~*~

“Ouch, I really shouldn’t have used this arm to slam the door,” you say aloud to yourself as blood leaks out and then down your arm from the reopened wound.

You add pressure to the wound to help slow the bleeding and let the blood dry to close it up. After a little while it works, and the wound stops bleeding. Even if it still looks like someone tried to saw your arm off from all the dried blood.

Need to find a place to sit and clear my head, you think to yourself as you look for a bench or something. Luckily for you, you soon find one resting against a tree.

Collapsing onto the bench and relaxing, you close your eyes and try to let your mind clear of the anger you feel. You feel it working as a light and cool breeze blows past and moves over your face.

I wonder what she’s doing right now; probably thinking of ways to chastise me for ‘disobeying’ her, sitting in silence and cool weather for a little while has really helped a lot. You start to think about when to try and head back, when you hear the sound of a set pair of hooves against gravel getting closer.

You open your eyes to see Trixie looking at you, but the shade from the tree makes it difficult to see her face.

“What are you doing here? I left to get away from you,” you plainly state.

“I wanted to come and find you,” her voice sounded slightly winded.

“And why would you need to find me? I swear if it has anything to do with arguing, I’m just going to leave,” you say in annoyance.

Trixie pauses for a moment before speaking, “Where are you hurt?” She asks in a soft voice that is unlike her.

You realize your arm is hanging off the back of the bench, so she couldn’t see it. You slowly lift your arm and show her. As she looks at your arm, she gasps.

“Relax, it isn’t as bad as it looks; how did you find out anyway?,” you ask.

"I saw the blood and wooden piece in the bathroom and damage to the firework stand." She says as her head droops a little.

"Well, nice of you to finally notice the fact that it was your fault," You say coldly.

She just lets her gaze drift to your face and takes a deep breath, “I just wanted to tell you something,” she says quickly.

“I don’t want to hear anything from you right now, go away,” anger laces your words.

“No, I need to-” you cut her off midway.

“Don’t bother. I said, nothing you say will-” Trixie suddenly cuts you off and what she says stops you cold.

“I’m sorry!” Trixie shouts.

“Y-you’re what?” you say, dumbfounded.

“I’m sorry. You were right; if I didn’t get so caught up in trying to prove myself right all the time you wouldn’t have gotten hurt. I’m really sorry for everything,” she finishes and hangs her head slightly.

It takes a few seconds before you can reply, “Uh, well, i-if you’re really sorry, then I guess it’s alright ,but it doesn’t mean I completely forgive you for all the crap you put me through.”

“I understand; I’ll try to not treat you like that from now on. I promise,” she steps forward, moonlight lights up her face and you can see a mix of worry and sadness in her eyes.

“Well, as long as you keep your promise, I’ll forgive you,” her face lightens up a little at hearing your words.

“Well we need to get you home so I can take care of your injuries,” she says, and offers a hand to help you up off the bench.

At first you’re confused, but soon realize what she was doing, and gently grab her hand and stand up before letting go, “Alright, let’s get going then.” with that, you both leave for her home.

It doesn’t take long to get back. You both head inside, and Trixie tells you to have a seat as she goes and grabs her medical kit and brings it back.

“Alright, first I’ll clean off the dried blood,” she begins to gently wipe off most of the blood to get a better look at the wound.

“Looks like I’ll need to sew it up for it to heal properly,” she pulls out a needle and some thread and slides the thread through the needle, “Alright, here I go.”

“Ouch! Do you have to be so rough?” you ask as she stitches up the cut on your arm.

“Oh stop whining and be still. I have to make sure it’s done properly,” after a few more passes with the thread and needle, Trixie ties the thread off, and begins adding medicine and bandages to your wound.

“There we go, that should do it. It will still take a little while to completely heal, so you can’t do any strenuous activity,” Trixie starts putting away her medical supplies.

“Wow, I didn’t know you were a doctor,” you say, trying to find a light-hearted subject to change the mood.

“Well, one has to learn these things when you’ve traveled alone for so long,” she says in a low voice.

“Ah, I see,” was the only response you could give, I think I hate this awkward silence more than her arguing with me…

“Well, everything seems to be in order. I guess I’ll just leave you be then,” Trixie quickly stands up and starts walking to her bedroom.

“Hey, Trixie.” You call out to her.

She slowly turns to look at you, “Yes?”

“Thank you,” You say aloud.

“Why?” She asks, confused.

“My arm, it feels a lot better now since you fixed it up. So, thank you,” you demonstrate by moving your arm up and flexing without much pain going through it.

“Oh, you don’t have to thank me, after all I-” you cut her off before she can finish.

“Well, too bad, because I just did. And besides, it’s not like you meant it,” you say as you lay down.

Trixie smiles at your blunt statement, “Ah, well you’re welcome.”

With that, she turns around letting her tail swish from side to side, “Goodnight,” she calls out.

“Goodnight,” you say before closing your eyes and slowly start to fall asleep.

~*~*~

Morning rolls around, and the sunlight slips through the window in the front of the room. You can hear hoofsteps walking up to you from the other side of the mobile home, and soon after, you feel a light touch and shake on your shoulder.

You slowly open your eyes and see Trixie standing over you, “Aw can I sleep a little longer at least?”

“I just wanted to tell you I was going out for a little while, just in case you woke up and got curious, is all.” she slowly stands up.

“Oh, okay then. Then does that mean I can go back to sleep?” you ask expecting to get another rude awakening.

“Yeah, that’s fine, I’ll be back soon so rest up, okay?” she patiently waits for you to answer.

“Uh, yeah, sure; have a good time,” she nods at your reply, heads for the door, and leaves; leaving you with a dozen questions.

“Trixie, letting me sleep in? Well whatever, I’ll worry about it when I’m less tired,” with that, you pass back out almost as soon as your head hits the pillow.

You wake up to the glaring sun in your eyes, causing you to cover your face up from instinct.

“I guess I better get up,” you tell yourself as you throw the covers off you and slowly crawl off the couch.

“I need to use the toilet…,” you stand and lazily drag yourself to the bathroom. As you enter, you can still see the mess you made last night.

“I better clean all this up afterwords,” after taking care of your business, you immediately get to work on cleaning the bathroom. Hearing the door open about halfway through causes you to poke your head out the door to see what is going on.

Trixie comes through the door, carrying a few bags of what appear to be food and other things. “Phew, that was more difficult than I thought,” you hear her say as she sets the bags on a counter.

“Hey, is that what you were doing all morning?” you ask as you step out of the bathroom.

“Oh, I didn’t think you’d be up. Yes, I had to go shopping and get everything we needed,” she says as she starts putting everything away..

“If you asked me earlier to go with you, I would have,” you say, walking over.

“I just didn’t want to bother you over such a trivial matter. And besides, you’re in no condition to be carrying anything,” Trixie says with a small smile on her face.

“It wouldn’t have been that hard for me. Wait, is this about my arm getting injured last night? You don’t have to worry about it at all. And as I’ve said before, I forgive you,” you say with an upbeat smile.

“How is your arm, by the way?” Trixie asks.

“It’s sore, but nowhere near as bad as it could have been thanks to you,” you reassure her by moving your arm around and flexing the muscles around the area, which in hindsight wasn’t a good idea because it hurt, but you do a good job at hiding it at least.

“Okay, I believe you. Just be careful, okay?” she says, softly.

“Of course, it’s not like I enjoy causing myself pain, you know. So you don’t have to act so depressed, alright?” you say bluntly.

“I’m not depressed, just cautious,” she says while continuing to put things away.

“Oh yeah, because you can’t feel emotion, right?” you jokingly say to her.

“What do you mean? I can feel emotion just fine, thank you very much,” Trixie states in an aggressive tone.

“There we go, that’s more like the Trixie I know,” you smile at her.

Trixie became confused for a moment, before realizing what you are trying to do and sighs, “Okay, I get it. Thank you.”

“Don’t worry about it. Anyway, what’s with the extra shopping?” you ask, changing the subject.

“Ah right, I forgot to tell you this morning. We’re heading to the next town over today, and I just wanted to be sure we had everything we needed for the trip,” she says as she finishes putting everything away.

“Alright then, how long do you think the trip will be?” you ask.

“Maybe a few days or so, it’s a decent sized town and has a lot more to offer than this town, as well as more ponies,” she smiles to herself at the thought of the potential outcome of visiting there.

“Sounds good to me; I’m curious of what might be there,” you say.

“Well, it’s a market town, so besides different shops and other stuff of the like, there are taverns, as well as gambling and such. It being a populated town and all, these things are fairly common.” Trixie states knowingly.

“Sounds like it could be a bit more dangerous as well,” you say in a worried tone.

“No need to fret, I will be there to protect you, after all.” Trixie smiles coyly at you.

“Hmph, as if I’d need saving; it would be the other way around if you ask me,” you retort back at her, which only make her laugh.

“Is that so? Well I’ll hold you to that then,” she laughs again.

After you both make sure everything is situated, Trixie casts the momentum spell, and you both set off for the next town. Amazingly, her caravan is well built to where you couldn’t really feel bumps in the road at all. The only problem was, it was a little slow, which made traveling long and sometimes boring.

“I don’t suppose you have anything to occupy both of us for a few days; you know, since you aren’t a control freak now?” you ask Trixie as she sits in a chair while relaxing.

Trixie ponders your question for a few moments, “No, afraid not actually; since it used to be just me traveling by myself I usually just practiced my magic skills, or simply passed the time with studying.”

“I see, well this’ll be boring as usual,” you complain.

“Well sorry my company is boring, hmph!” Trixie crosses her arms and looks away from you.

“I didn’t mean it like that,” you say, pouting a little.

“Oh I’m sure, maybe if you get on your knees and say sorry I’ll forgive you,” Trixie says as she opens one eye and turns her head slightly to look at you.

“There isn’t a snowballs chance in hell I’m going to do that, and you know it,” you look blankly at her.

“Your metaphors are so strange.” She turns to look at you.

“Your one to talk, Miss.‘speaks in the third person’,” you start chuckling when you see Trixie stick her tongue out at you and walk off.

“I’m going to my room for a bit.” Trixie states as she leaves you in the room, alone.

“Well, what do I do now? I’m not tired, since I slept in today, and it’s not like I can go for a walk,” you sit back and think for a little bit before coming to a conclusion.

“I did forget to eat this morning,” with that, you hop off the couch and make your way to Trixie’s small kitchen.

“Now what do I want to make for lunch?” you ponder the question for a few moments while scanning the various ingredients.

“Maybe I could just make pancakes?” you ask yourself.

“Sure, let’s go with breakfast for lunch!” as you start grabbing what you needed, the commotion catches the attention of Trixie.

“What are you doi-?” she pauses mid-sentence when she notices what you were doing.

“Don’t you even attempt to cook in my house again, or else!” she uses her magic to take the pan away from you.

“Hey, it’s just pancakes,” you say.

“I don’t care; you’re not allowed to cook inside until I know you won’t burn down my home!” Trixie makes it to the kitchen and inspects to see if you started already or not.

“Oh come on, that was only one time and it was because I wasn’t used to using such an old stove,” you say in defense.

“I don’t care, I am not taking that risk again, now shoo, I will cook something if you really want me to; much better than watching my house go up in flames,” she says, still poking fun at you.

“How can I learn if you make me leave? I need to at least get your approval, don’t I?” you ask.

Trixie sighs to herself, “Very well, if that’s what you want,” she begins teaching you on how to use kitchen utensils and appliances, which wouldn’t be a big deal if she wasn’t acting like she is teaching a nine year old. Nevertheless, you still sit through it to make Trixie happy, plus her making you a meal wasn’t so bad, considering the hell she put you through for the last few months.

“And that is how not to burn the place down,” Trixie states as she cleans up.

“You really don’t pull any punches, do you?” you say to Trixie as she finishes.

“What do you mean?” she looks at you in confusion.

“Never mind, thanks for the food,” you say, extending a hand.

“Who said this was for you?” she says, retracting the plate.

“W-what? But you said you would cook for me since I didn’t know how!” you look at her pleadingly.

“I never said I’d make it for you. And besides, you can cook now, so it should be fine,” Trixie says as she pours syrup over them and takes a bite out of the pancakes, “Good idea by the way, making pancakes for lunch. Now if you’ll excuse me, I need to get back to my studies,” Trixie heads back to her room, leaving you feeling dejected.

You go about making yourself some pancakes and end up burning them a little, but smothering it in syrup makes it edible. You devour your food since cooking made you famished.

After you’re done eating, you wash the dishes you used and go find something to do for a while. You think about reading, but a quick look through her bookshelves shows nothing of interest. You think about just killing time by lounging around when Trixie comes back out of her room and looks over at you.

“I need your help with something, is that okay?” she asks.

“Sure, I’m bored anyway, so I don’t mind.” You say as you walk up to her.

“Alright, I was studying the new book you bought the other day, and there is a simple teleportation spell I wanted to use,” Trixie explains.

“I see, and what would I need to do?” You ask in a slightly cautious tone.

“Well, to put it simply, I was curious if it could teleport you from one end of the room to the other, since something like this would make my magic shows that much better,” Trixie continues to explain.

“And I assume this spell can’t send me back to my world?” You ask curiously.

“No, that type of spell would be difficult to use without proper practice and study. The spell I want to try will simply teleport one to a known location relatively close to the caster, depending on how adept you are at it,” Trixie waits patiently for you to answer.

“Alright, I guess nothing bad will happen with something like this.” You say as you watch Trixie beam a little before looking at the book in her hand.

“Alright, all you’ll need to do is stand there and be still while I focus,” She states, as she points to where she wants you to stand as she takes a deep breath.

“Here I go,” Trixie’s horn begins to glow a light pink as her magic starts to surround you.

You stay as still as possible as her magic travels around your body. You can’t get over what it feels like on your skin. Its slight tingling sensation mixed with gentle warmth coming from it.

It’s never felt this calming before, I wonder if it is because of her personality change? You ask yourself as you close your eyes from the feeling.

A bright flash of light soon follows, making you tighten your eyelids and wait a few seconds after the light vanishes to open them again. The first thing you see is Trixie in the same place looking at you completely dumbfounded. You blink a few times before speaking.

“I guess you need more practice then, huh?” you say to her, but her focus seems to be elsewhere.

“What? You can just try it again later when you study some more. Why are you looking down…” you trail off as soon as you feel a slight breeze where you normally wouldn’t.

“Huh?!” is all that comes out as you realize you are completely naked.

Trixie immediately looks away when snaps back to reality, “W-what are you w-waiting for? Go put on some more clothes!” Trixie shouts as you turn and run to the clothing chest that has all of your clothing and quickly throw something on .

“Uh, Well I’m not naked anymore…” You awkwardly stand there.

“Right, well it appears I need to practice some more. If you’ll excuse me, I need to go and study…” Trixie turns and quickly moves to her room and shuts the door behind her quickly.

You stand there for a moment, trying to calm down. “I can’t believe she teleported my clothes off, I hope she isn’t too freaked out,” a small blush appears on your cheeks.

"I can’t believe that just happened! I’ll never get that image out of my head now, and it doesn’t help he has a nice body. Wait, what am I saying?!" Trixie blushes and violently shakes her thoughts away as she goes back to studying as best she can.

You could hear Trixie yelling something from the other room but could only make out bits and pieces. "Well, whatever she said, it sounds bad" You chuckle nervously with a sigh at the end.

Later on that night, you needed to take a shower, and locate your missing clothing. Afterwards, the bandages on your arm have gotten damp and dirty, so you decide it would be best to change them.

“I’ll need Trixie’s help,” you head over to her room, knock on the door, and wait.

After a moment of silence, Trixie opens the door and pauses, “Um, yes? What do you need?” She asks, trying to keep her normal tone.

Is she still freaked out about earlier? Was it that bad? you ask yourself before speaking, “Uh, the bandages I had on got dirty, and I need help with wrapping it back up. If you don’t mind, that is.”

“Oh, sure I don’t mind, come in, I keep the medical supplies in here,” she moves aside to let you in.

You hesitate at first until Trixie motions for you to go in. As you walk in, you notice many things that you never noticed, granted Trixie never actually let you go in her room before now.

“I like your room; it’s really nice in here. Cozy too,” you say as you get a good look around.

“Thank you, it makes me feel more relaxed when I keep things simple,” Trixie states as she tells you to sit on her bed, which is quite soft and warm.

After grabbing her medical kit and sitting on the bed next to you, she starts applying the bandage, and makes sure it isn’t too tight, “Hey, I hope the incident that happened earlier wasn’t too upsetting for you. I just wasn’t expecting that to happen,” you say, trying to ease the tension in the air.

“It’s fine, it wasn’t like you intended it to happen, but you could have at least not been so easy going about it,” She says. “I mean, how would you react if that happened to me?” Trixie asks you, trying to make a point.

“Meh, I doubt it’d faze me much,” You say in a nonchalant tone earning you a glare and a quick punch into your side.

“Ouch, I was only playing, sheesh.” You say as you rub your side.

“Well I didn’t find it funny at all,” Trixie states, almost seeming offended.

You chuckle aloud, “Anyway thanks, let me know if you need me to help again,” You say while quickly standing to leave.

“Wait, I want to ask you something.” She says.

You turn to look at her with a bit of confusion imprinted on your face, “Yeah?”

“I wanted to know if I am getting better at not being so ‘high and mighty’ is all.” She looks up at you curiously, awaiting you answer.

“Is that it?” You chuckle again. “I admit at first you took me by complete surprise with this personality switch, but I’m not complaining since I can actually consider you a friend now. Not to mention the fact that I don’t feel stressed from constantly arguing with you.”

Trixie sighs happily, “That’s good, I was worried you wouldn’t give me a second chance after treating you so badly before,” She says.

You sigh to yourself and sit back down, “Listen, I might be hard headed and stubborn at times, but that doesn’t mean I don’t know how to forgive, granted I am still a little cautious admittedly.”

“I understand. I’ll try to not make you suffer while being here.” Trixie says with a small nod.

“You know, depressed Trixie is more of a pain then superior Trixie. You can cheer up since we’re friends now, right?” You ask as a smile plants itself firmly on your face.

“Yeah,” She says, smiling back at you.

“Good, so now that that’s over, do you want to work on getting that spell down or whatever?” You ask.

Trixie thinks about it for a moment before replying, “Sure, I think I can get it right this time.”

“Okay, stand there,” Trixie, says to you as she charges her spell.

As she does the spell, a familiar flash of light appears and you feel yourself flipped around. You open your eyes to Trixie being upside down, “Huh?” Was all you could manage to get out before falling, smacking the floor with a loud ‘THUD’, “Okay, that was painful.”

Trixie, who is laughing, walks over to you, “Are you alright?”

“You did that on purpose, didn’t you?” You ask, slowly getting up off the floor, making sure to favor your injured arm and catching your breath.

“No, but it was still funny.” She says as she wipes a tear from her eye.

“You’re so cruel,” You let out a small chuckle.

“I am not cruel, it just happened to be a funny incident,” She says as she slowly stops laughing.

“I’m sorry, I didn’t think that would happen,” Trixie apologizes.

“It’s alright, as long as you don’t do that again,” You say, righting yourself.

“I better wait a day before trying that again; but at least your clothes stayed on this time. That was not a pleasant experience,” Trixie states.

You simply chuckle and run your hand through your hair in embarrassment.

“I’m starting to get hungry, want to get dinner started?” Trixie asks.

“Sure! I don’t mind helping you.” You say cheerfully.

“I didn’t say I’d be helping, now hop to it,” A smug expression appears on her face.

“Psh, then you’re starving because I’m not cooking for you; otherwise you’ll just try to get me to cater to your every whim!” You say while laughing.

“Fine, but I’m deciding what to eat,” She states as she heads for the small kitchen.

Well, I did say I wanted things to get more exciting around here. You smile to yourself as you follow after her.

Author's Note

I'll have Chapter three out when I can.