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”That’s it Marianne, you’re on Cinderella duty.”
“What?” Marianne spluttered. “You can’t do that.”
“Yes I can and I just did,” Sugar Plum answered and waved a finger at her. At once Marianne’s combatboots, jeans and purple tanktop disappeared from her body. Instead she found herself wearing glass slippers and a lavender dress. The dress was knee length with a skirt that puffed out like it’s life depended on it. Sprinkles of glitter shimmered in the light long enough for Marianne to be distracted and while she sent a disgusted look their way, Plum used the moment to add a tiara and a pair of silver earrings to complete the fairy’s new outfit.
“There, go get your assignments for today from Dawn,” she cooed and walked away before Marianne had the chance to utter another word.
Marianne sighed and stomped towards her sister’s office. She weaved her way inbetween fairies and elves alike, careful not to draw attention to herself. Which might have been easier were she not covered in sparkles and layers of dress.
She had long ago stopped paying too much attention to her beautiful sorroundings. After 500 years as a fairy she really had seen this place more than often enough. The big factory like building housed not only the fairies of the world but Santa’s workshop as well. It was a sort of magical center where all the children’s childhood fantasies turned out to be reality. Marianne sighed when she passed the exit towards the tooth fairy central. She had been a tooth fairy since the incident with Roland a couple of years ago. She had really liked it. It was one of the reasons she didn’t want to be back to Cinderella duty. Another reason was that it reminded her of Roland. Her face became hard at the thought and she sped up her pace.
“Sorry, miss.” And elf almost knocked into with a batch of newly made toys for the children around the world. She stumbled a few steps, unused to the high heels that now adorned her feet.
“It’s okay,” she managed to say. Since the Roland incident she had had a tendency to be a little rude where it was not needed, which was one of the reasons she was now stuck with Cinderella duty. Maybe if she played nice Sugar Plum would make her a tooth fairy again so she could get out of this stupid dress.
“Marianne, is that you?” the elf asked, gaping.
“Sunny,” Marianne smiled at him. One of the few persons she actually enjoyed talking to. “Yes, Plum put me back on Cinderella duty. I’m on my way to Dawn, to get my assignments.”
“You look.. eh..” Sunny tried, then wisely decided to slightly change the subject. “I didn’t think god mother fairies were required to dress, you know…” He trailed of, unsure of how to finish that sentence without offending the fairy in front of him.
“We aren’t, but Plum apparently think this was a better choice than my own clothes. Besides, you know we can’t go on Cinderella duty in combat boots. It doesn’t matter when you’re a tooth fairy because the kids are not supposed to see you, but as Fairy Godmother…” She shrugged.
“I see,” he said, then winked at her. “Dawn is going to go ballistic.”
Fond smiles played over both their faces at the thought of the young fairy.
“She is, isn’t she? Not much of a chance of her changing my dress is there?” It was a well known fact that Sugar Plum’s magic was almost impossible to undo. The only persons able to do so were the fairy leaders and Santa Claus. As leader of the Fairy Godmothers Dawn could do it, but probably wouldn’t; claiming that she was too busy when in reality she just wanted Marianne to “lighten up her warderobe” as she had once put it.
“Well, I better get going,” Sunny said, gesturing to the unwrapped toys in his arms. “But good luck and tell Dawn I said hi.”
“I will,” Marianne smiled at Sunny and waved as they stalked in different directions.