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Room on the Broom
"How do you think it works?"
"What kind of a question is that, Ada? It's a broom, not rocket science." Hecate huffs and raises a critical eyebrow.
Ada rolls her eyes and taps against one of the exhaust pipes. "Looks like a rocket to me," she mumbles and tiptoes around the back of the bristles.
"Seriously, Ada. Why do you even want to know?"
Ada shoots Hecate a mischievous glance. "Wanna take it for a spin?" She grips one of the handles.
"Have you taken leave of your senses?" Hecate stiffens, struck by utter mortification.
Ada pokes the seat curiously, her other hand still holding on to the handle. "Do you think we could both fit on it?"
Hecate's eyes grow wide, and she turns a shade paler which hardly seems possible.
Ada ignores her and babbles on. "It would be a tight squeeze, but-" She pauses and manages somehow to swing one leg over the middle of Indigo Moon's broom. Then she scoots forward, pressing herself against the handle bar. "If I move here like so," she continues, voice vibrating with excitement, "then you could squeeze your skinny self right behind me."
Before Hecate can protest, she feels Ada's magic dissolving her and rematerializing her precisely where Ada had envisioned Hecate to be.
Too shocked - and quite frankly terrified to the bone - Hecate clutches her arms around Ada's soft mid section. It is a reflex, born out of fear, or so Hecate tells herself.
She would never admit that she doesn't mind the closeness that their precarious (and unbelievably foolish) situation brings with it. She breathes in Ada's scent, involuntarily sucking a bushel of Ada's hair against her nose.
She is so distracted by the warmth of Ada's body, her head spinning from the sweet scent, that she almost misses the word.
"Hover!" Ada commands and suddenly Hecate's head spins for a very different reason than Ada Cackle's honeysuckle smell.
Hecate digs her feet into the footrest and clings on to Ada for dear life.
Ada doesn't waste a second. The ground falls away beneath them and they roar through the dimming light of the setting sun.
Ada laughs, and the sound let's Hecate forget everything. Almost. She makes the mistake of opening one of her eyes. A scream dies in the back of her throat, and a sad squeak is the only evidence of one Hecate Hardbroom's horror.
"Isn't this marvelous?" Ada cheers and takes a loopy turn.
Hecate presses her face into Ada's hair, her stomach lurching more than it ever had while flying. She starts reciting potion ingredients in her head to distract herself. Her mind can't decide if the horrors of this escapade are worth the pleasure of being so close to Ada. It's a hard call to make.
There is a sudden jerk, and Hecate pops her eyes open.
"Oops. Didn't see that tree coming. I guess my night vision has seen better days." Ada giggles like a five-year-old at her own pun.
Hecate wants to enjoy how endearing Ada is, but all she can do is to fix her gaze at the tall birch tree coming closer at a rapid speed.
"Bbbbbb…," she stutters, unable to even utter one word. It is too late anyway.
They crash into the branches and tumble down to the ground. Hecate's years of protecting her students and herself from magical accidents trigger her senses, and she automatically conjures a protection spell, saving them from breaking limbs and skulls.
They land, entangled with each other, face to face. Ada is glowing with excitement, and Hecate sports a sickly pale-green color. Her bun had come undone, the locks falling over both their faces. Ada frees a hand from under Hecate's thigh and brushes a strand away from Hecate's forehead.
"You can let go of me now," Ada suggests, her blue eyes twinkling.
Hecate considers the proposition. Maybe she is fooling herself, but that twinkle in Ada's eyes seems to invite quite the opposite from what Ada said.
"What if I don't want to?" Hecate asks slowly, observing Ada carefully.
"What if I tell you this was a ruse to achieve exactly that?" Ada counters, her cheeks reddening.
"Then, Ada Cackle, I would tell you next time you could simply ask instead of trying to kill us," Hecate chides softly.
"Ah. I see," Ada whispers and moves in to place a soft kiss on Hecate's cheek. Hecate tightened her grip around Ada's waist.
"For the record, this method yields much better results," Hecate mumbles into Ada's ear. Her hot breath sends shivers down Ada' spine.
"We should go home."
Hecate hums her approval, but not making a move to get up.
Needless to say they don't fly. And it has absolutely nothing to do with the fact that two impatient witches concur that transferring would take them to Ada's bedroom infinitely faster than any broom ever could.