Sunday Night:
"I can't believe he stood me up again, Veronica." A short, dirty-blonde woman shouted from the couch, seemingly directed at no one. She is what most would describe as your typical pretty girl. "This is the third time in a row now... Maybe he's just..."
"Claire," Veronica's disembodied voice said coming from the kitchen, "you know he's not running late. Like you said, this is the third time he's done this recently."
"But maybe it's different this time." Claire looked down at the coffee table where her phone rested and after a short pause reached for it. "I'm gonna call him. Maybe he's just running late."
"Claire," Veronica said, disappointment in her voice, "you've already tried that." She exited the kitchen carrying a small tray housing two ceramic tea cups and a ceramic tea pot. Compared to Claire, Veronica was anything but your typical pretty girl. While Claire wore tight jeans and a maroon blouse, Veronica was donning a pair of black, baggy, and torn jeans and a purple t-shirt. Her shirt framed her melon sized breasts nicely, stretching the image of a winking, black cat.
Veronica sat the tray on the coffee table, and sat down on the couch next to Claire. "You keep dating guys who treat you like shit." She said, pouring a cup of tea and handing it to her friend. "You need to find someone who actually cares about you."
"It's more complicated then that, Veronica." Claire said, taking a sip of her tea and getting a bit teary eyed. "He can be sweet some times but..."
"But what, Claire." She finished pouring her own cup of tea and turned towards Claire. "Last week he demanded you make him dinner and then berated you over what you decided to make. You deserve better Claire."
"I know it's just- he couldn't have- we had a chill date planned for tonight." Tears started streaming down Claire's reddening cheeks. "We were- *sniff* -supposed to just chill at- *sniff* -home and- *sniff* -have dinner and watch a movie." Claire stared down at her tea failing to hold back her tears.
"But that's what I mean, Claire." Veronica wrapped her arm around Claire's shoulder and pulled her in. "You deserve someone who respects you and doesn't belittle you."
"Maybe you're right, Veronica." Claire wiped her tears with her arm, "Maybe I need to-" She was interrupted by the sound of the front door opening and slurred yelling..
"- some game tonight!" A tall dude wearing jeans and a varsity jacket shouted out the front door, his blond hair was unkempt from his night out. "Next time you won't be so lucky! Y'all be buyin' me drinks next time!" His words slurred together as he'd obviously been drinking. A loud, inaudible raucous could be heard before he slammed the door and turned around.
"WHAT THE FUCK TREVOR!" Claire shouted, escaping Veronica's embrace and shooting up from the couch. She started walking towards Trevor, waving her finger at him and shouting. "You went BAR HOPPING!? With your old college friends?!"
"Yeah, babe, I-" He was cut off by Claire.
"We had a date night tonight, Trevor!" She shouted, getting up as best as she could into his face.
"I think I'm gonna... go." Veronica awkwardly mumbled. She set her tea cup down on the tray and headed back towards the kitchen.
"Babe." Trevor put his hand on Claire's shoulder, prompting her to glare at him. "It was game night, babe. It was important to my buddies that we--" His slurred excuse got caught off again.
"IMPORTANT!?" Claire screamed, pushing his hand off her shoulder. "Important!? More important then our date night?" Claire was furious at Trevor. "You promised me that we'd have an at home date tonight." She turned around to hide the tears forming in her eyes.
"Babe, it was important to the guys that we-" He reached out again with his arm and laid it on Claire's shoulder.
As soon as his hand touched her shoulder she brushed it off and stepped away from Trevor, keeping her back to him. "More important then our date night?" Claire swung around, tears still in her eyes. She was furious and started shouting again, "YOU THINK THAT BAR HOPPING WITH YOU GOOD-FOR-NOTHING COLLEGE FRIENDS IS MORE IMPORTANT THAN ME!?" She was practically sobbing.
"Well yeah I- I kind of owed them drinks from last time, babe." He started nervously scratching the back of his head with one of his arms.
"Well they AREN'T, Trevor!" We planned this weeks ago, and you think getting drunk with your friends is more important then me!?"
"I owed them drinks, babe! I couldn't just ditch them."
"So you ditched me instead!?" She threw her arms up in frustration. "You can't keep doing this, Trevor!"
"And I won't babe I--"
"YOU WON'T!? Of course you won't! I should've listened to Veronica and done this a long time ago!"
"Babe, please. I won't do this again, I promise." Trevor lifted his arm out, reaching towards Claire.
"Yeah, you won't do it again because we're through Trevor."
"Wait babe I--"
"We're done Trevor. Get out." Claire stated, stamping her foot down and pointing towards the front door.
"I-," Trevor barely squeaked out before getting cut off.
"OUT!" Claire shouted at him.
Claire turned away, frustrated, and started down the hallway to her room before beginning to cry again and quicken her pace. Trevor reached out his hand and was going to call out to Claire but decided against it, letting his hand fall limp to his side as he heard Claire slam her bedroom door. After a brief pause he walked over to the couch and dropped himself onto it.
Veronica, thinking Trevor had already left, walked out of the kitchen and into the living room with a fresh cup of tea. As she turned the corner she saw Trevor slouched on the couch. "Yo she told you to get out, dumbass."
Trevor looked up and with a sudden smile on his face replied, "Nah it'll be fine. She's just being emotional. She'll be fine in the morning after she's slept off her hormones."
"Excuse me?!" Veronica huffed at him.
"Yeah. I mean you're a girl right? You know how they get." He lifted his feet onto the coffee table and turned the TV on.
Veronica looked on at Trevor in utter disbelief.
"Oh, also, could you be a doll and grab me a water? Don't wanna be hungover tomorrow."
"As if, you pig." Veronica spat at Trevor as she snatched the remote from his hand and turned the TV off. "It's time for you to leave."
"Leave? I told you she'll be normal tomorrow. Like nothing happened."
"Ugh why does she always end up with fuckers like you?" Veronica muttered to herself while rubbing her temple. "My patience is running thin man so I'm gonna give you one last chance to leave."
"Oh?" Trevor got up from the couch and got into Veronica's face. "And how are you gonna make me leave?"
"With this." Veronica said with a smug face as she pulled a short wooden stick from her back pocket."
"Oh no! A stick!" Trevor burst into a fit of laughter. "I hope you don't poke me with it!" At this point he was having a hard time keeping himself up due to the lack of oxygen his laughter was costing him.
Veronica took advantage of Trevor's outburst, raising her arm and flicking her stick while shouting, "Encapsulo!"
A wavy ray of green magic shot out of the stick with lightning fast speed and collided with Trevor's chest, sending him backwards and into the wall. The magic snaked around his body, both binding him and leaving him dangling on the wall. Trevor fought against his magical binds with no use, no matter how hard he squirmed or tried to flex he could not escape.
"What? What is this?" Trevor shouted out.
"I always love seeing people's reaction to seeing magic." Veronica chuckled to herself as she slowly walked towards the now entrapped Trevor.
"What is this! What did you do to me bitch!?" Trevor started struggling again as Veronica got closer.
"Is that really how you want to talk to a witch?" Veronica said as she dragged her wand under Trevor's chin as he tensed his muscles.
"A witch? That's crazy!" Trevor tried to unsuccessfully pull his head away from her wand.
"Is it though? You just witnessed magic and you're denying it?" She pulled her wand away from his neck and saw him untense.
"Does Claire know?" Trevor asked, panic in his eyes. "Does she know?! HELP! CLAIRE!?"
"She can't hear you ya know." Veronica chuckled to herself. "What good would a binding spell be if you could scream for help?
He stopped shouting and upon, realizing no one was able to save him, started trembling. "What- what are you gonna do to me?"
"I don't know. There's a few things I was thinking of."
"Please don't kill me." Trevor started begging as tears left his eyes.
Veronica chuckled at what Trevor said. "Oh don't worry I'm not gonna kill you. I was thinking more along the lines of punishment."
"Punishment?"
"Yeah, like turn you into a toad or curse you. Something fitting for an asshole." Veronica started pacing back and forward in front of Trevor as he helplessly sat attached to the wall.
"Asshole..." Veronica muttered to herself. "I know a fitting punishment for you." She turned and stared at Trevor.
"And what would that be?" Trevor asked as he tensed back up.
"Oh you'll figure it out. Verto Maledicto-" Her eyes started to glow pink.
"Wait what are you doing?" Trevor started struggling again in vain.
Veronica continued chanting, ignoring Trevor. "- Aeternus Poena-"
"Wait please!" Trevor twisted his body back and forth while kicking his legs.
"- Esse Indu-"
"PLEASE!"
"- ASINUS!" She flicked her wand towards Trevor's helpless body, the pink fading from her eyes into a pink orb attached to the tip of the wand. The orb grew at the tip of the wand before suddenly launching itself and encapsulating Trevor in a pink glow before imploding into a bright light. As the light faded from the room it appeared that there was no trace of Trevor left. "Ah," Veronica brushed imaginary dust from her hands and plopped down onto the couch, "Now to enjoy some more tea!"
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