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The Wicked Magical Girl

The world of Magical Girls and Witches, had been in war with one another. Awaken from her original time period as a Witch, She have to learn to not only to adjust to the modern world, but also the world of Witches and Magical Girls. The Magical Girls had evolved into a global bureaucratic organisation, while Witches had been forced to be in the light and become world wide criminals for abusing and conducting black magic. So quickly, she had learn that she's still in Kansas but not in the Kansas she once knew. Cover credit on X: Amelia_Lee_18

LC_Rowan · Adolescente
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130 Chs

The Bad Apple

Almira and Dorothy, wearing casual clothes, had arrived at the Witch's place called; The Bad Apple. That's located in Colorado.

The Bad Apple looked like a Winter's Cabin Lodge feel and a couple of Farmhouses at the back.

"I can't believe I'm actually out of Kansas!" Dorothy seemed happy to be travelling from a far distance. "Didn't expect to see this in my lifetime!"

Almira looked to see an excited Dorothy looking out of the window as she saw the Bad Apple. Warmly smiled at her. "You'll be pretty surprised on the amount of time you'll possibly be doing in the next lifetime. I had traveled all over the world before I came to Kansas. And that was the first time around." Almira smiled.

Dorothy left the truck. "So is this where we'll be working on my Wand?" Looking around to see multiple different kinds of Witches.

"Yupe!" Dorothy waved her hand.

A couple of Witches that seem to work industrially, drove the truck and entered a farmhouse.

"How long will I be able to work on my wand?" Dorothy asked as they walked into the Bad Apple.

"About within a week. Did you grab the branches?" Almira asked.

"Here they are." Dorothy sees the different branches from the Cottonwood.

Almira started writing the paperwork as she reserved a workplace for Dorothy's wand once they had entered the Bad Apple.

Dorothy is completely shocked and awe-inspired by the different kinds of Witches there. Most of them aren't a bunch of old hags, some are even as young as a child.

"Thank you." Almira thanked the front office as she grabbed the keys for their apartment.

"So many kinds of Witches." Dorothy is looking around.

"Let's head straight to our room." Almira walked up to the Familiars.

"So many cats." Dorothy looked at the different kinds of Familiars as they're walking by Dorothy.

"Ah! Master Almira." a Russian voice had spoken that gave Almira the same annoyed face that Dorothy used for his disguise.

"Hello Malvonia." Almira looked down at Malvonia.

She licks her paws then combs herself. "Don't be so discouraging whenever you sees me." She walked up to go face to face with Almira. Dorothy wanted to pet her pure white fur. "Please don't touch Ms. Gardner. I just washed my fur." Malvonia gives them suitcases that resort to their original sizes.

"How did you get here before us? You're a cat." Dorothy questioned the logic as she looks back then to Malvonia.

"We can use teleportation. As long as we're familiar with it." Malvonia walked next to them.

"You look as white as snow." Dorothy continue to look at Malvonia and her coat.

"Thank you, but I prefer looking pure white as the Heavens themselves." Malvonia is standing proud over her claim.

Dorothy doesn't find it funny due to her religious background.

"Now..." Malvonia transform into her human form. "Can you please reward me by giving me a five star meal?" Malvonia asked.

"I could barely cook!" Almira shouted. "Just because I'm a Witch, our cooking abilities can reflect on our food we cast."

"Oh?" Dorothy seemed interested. "So our food we cast is based on our cooking abilities as well?"

"Of course. I can barely make breakfast, you ate what I have to make for you all week." Almira said.

"That would explain why we were having delivery food instead." Dorothy thinks to herself as she imagines all the fast food they had been eating.

"I can possibly order some fast food, or order something from the rest stop. But I won't cook for you, Malvonia." Almira argues with her as they're walking up to their room.

"Now come on, Master Almira." She pleaded. "I'm tired of having fast food fish sandwiches. I need something healthy in order to keep my youthful, healthy appearance."

"The answer is no!" Almira declines as they enter their room.

Their room had two beds with a cat tree house between the beds. There's a flat screen TV in the middle. A washroom next to the door. They have a balcony, but they're at ground level.

"This room is really fancy!" Dorothy is out on the balcony.

"Yes. Master Almira is one of the most powerful Witches around here. Only the powerful can get a room like these. The lesser rooms have no TV screens, fireplaces or even a cat tree for me to sleep in." Malvonia transformed back to her cat form to lay on her bed. "That, or you have to pay one hell of a fee."

"If you're looking for a meal, I can make you something." Dorothy smiled at her.

"Oh?!" Malvonia looked up at her. "Can you make me something?" Malvonia walked next to her leg.

"Of course I can cook you something." Dorothy carries Malvonia. "I used to cook for Toto whenever we didn't have money for dog food."

"Ah, then I would like a Veggie platter with some meatballs on the side." Malvonia requested.

"Pretty easy!" Dorothy mocked the Italian accent, but it was quite offensive.

"Please don't speak like that when you're in public. And where did you hear that voice?" Almira asked.

"From a moving picture." Dorothy smiled.

"Then I'll be the judge of your cooking then." Malvonia nods. "But yes, don't do accents like that in public."

Dorothy walked up to the door. "So where's the kitchen?"

"Just follow the instructions. Go to the front, and ask to use the kitchen down below." Almira passed her card to Dorothy.

"Thank you, Mrs. Green." Dorothy left the room, leaving both Almira and Malvonia in the room.

"Are you sure you can trust her with your card? She might see that you're a Salem Witch." Malvonia asked.

Almira shrugs it off. "We're already passed that point. We're just trying to live out on what kind of life we're having."

"And her Familiar?" Malvonia asked. "Because if she cooks well, I might end up wanting her to make me hers."

"As if that's gonna happen!" Almira shouted.

"Why not?" Malvonia goes back to her bed. "It's not like we're friends to begin with. You despise me for being Russian."

"I used to tolerate that till recent events!" Almira shouted.

Malvonia lays her head. "It's not my fault. We have been together over 140 years. There might be a time where we might depart from one another."

Almira moved to her side. "It's... not time to move away from all the events we had been through together."

Malvonia looked at Almira, sharply. "I guess so." Malvonia starts taking a nap from their talk.

Almira is shifting her eyes as her memories of finding Malvonia when she was walking around the streets of Ukraine. A dirty white cat that looked all beaten, no real fur, and looking nearly dead. Almira picked her up.

"You say we're not friends, but I treat you far better than that."

Malvonia speaking tiredly. "And that is?"

"You're family to me." Almira said it to Malvonia. "We had this talk every ten years or so."

"Quite." Malvonia softly smiled as she loved the answer.

§

Dorothy is walking around the Bad Apple.

"This looks like a bunch of eccentric bunch."

Thinking to herself.

Walking up to the desk. "Pardon me."

"Hello there." a black Witch wearing a suit greeted her. "What may I help you with?"

"I'm making dinner for Mrs. Green's Familiar. So may I request to use the kitchen?" She asked respectfully.

The front desk Witch grabs her card and fills it up. "Here you go." Passed it back to Dorothy.

"Thank you, Miss." Dorothy nods. "Looking around, and where do I go?"

"Down there!" She points at the far distance.

Dorothy nods.

She walked in the far hallway that led to the basement of the Bad Apple.

"This might be new to me. Hopefully I don't need to use magic, or else I'll blow everything up, like the kitchen back at home. Perhaps I should ask around?"

Dorothy continues to think to herself. She walked back to the front office.

"Do I have to use magic? Because I don't have a wand." Dorothy asked.

"No need. Reading the paper work of your Master, I can tell you're here for your first wand. So you can cook without a wand." She answered.

"Thank you again, Miss." Dorothy ran to the basement, but hit another Witch. Same age as her.

"What in the Bloody Hell are you doing?!" She shouted with a German accent.

The German Witch has black long hair. 5'4". Purple contact eyes. Her wand is in the form of a sword handle, which Dorothy is confused at first till she figures it out.

"I apologise." Dorothy nods.

"I have to cook for my Familiar, so may you please move out of the way!" She shouted at Dorothy.

"Again, I apologise." Dorothy moved aside. "Name's Dorothy Gardner."

"Did I ask for your name?" She talked down to Dorothy.

"You didn't. I just want to introduce myself." Dorothy waved it off.

She walked up to Dorothy, not impressed with her look. "You talk like an American hillbilly. Were you born from the sticks?" Walking around Dorothy.

"I was from 123 years ago, so technically yes." Dorothy answered.

This surprised her. "Ew! So you're an old hag?!" She jumps back out of horror. "I'm from the 30's, so I'm much younger than you!" She points at Dorothy with her wand.

Dorothy looked around her wand. "As much as I'm impressed with your wand, I got to cook for Mrs. Green's Familiar." Dorothy walked to the kitchen.

"Don't ignore me!" She followed. "I got to ask you something!"

"If you're gonna ask me something, may I ask for a name, please?" Dorothy asked as she entered the kitchen.

"The name's Abigail Bones. Born and raised in Berlin, Germany!" Abigail smiled with pride.

Dorothy looked at Abigail with an odd look. "Bones? Odd name for an German woman." She put on an apron then grabbed the ingredients for Malvonia's meal.

"My family was from Boston, but I was born in Berlin. I tend to be such a prideful Witch. Reborn a couple months ago." She stood tall. "So where were you born?"

Dorothy starts cooking up the meatballs as she prepares the veggie platter.

"Oztown, Kansas. Technically, but if we're going by backstory, then just a small countryside of Kansas."

"Oztown?" Abigail smirks at her. "I heard there's two powerful Witches down there. A Magical Girl. Have you met them?"

"Are you talking about Red Riding Wolfe?" Dorothy looked back at her as she's mixing the veggies. "I fought her, but more like got my tail beaten by her. But my Master saved me before the MGGA came by."

"Really? I heard there's a so-called Good Witch of the North who lives there. Met her?" Abigail probes.

"I am Glinda, the Northern Good Witch." Dorothy replies with her Glinda voice.

"So you're Glinda?" Abigail raised an eyebrow. "I found it farfetch."

"Are you done with your questions? Because I had to cook for Mrs. Green's Familiar. But it was nice meeting you Ms. Bones." Dorothy smiled at her which annoyed Abigail.

"You're smiling too much." Abigail looked away.

"Bones!" an English voice came down, which shook her. "What on Earth are you doing down here?!" A much taller Witch, around 6' is standing above Abigail.

"Oh!" Abigail's German accent drops for a Boston accent. "I'm sorry, Mrs. Webster!"

"Are you trying to bully the new Witches again?!" Mrs. Webster leans down on Abigail.

"I'm not! Really!" Abigail is trying to wave it off. "I want to say hi to Glinda here!"

"Dorothy Gardner. Glinda is my alias." Dorothy offers a handshake.

"So you're the famous Glinda, the Wicked Witch of the North." She accepted the handshake.

"I'm famous?" Dorothy tilted her head as she continued on mixing the veggies, and dressing.

"I'm Margaret Webster. And I apologise for my Apprentice here." She roughly rubs her head.

"Ouch!" Abigail is holding her head.

"She acts like have a superior complex, but really, she has a recent problem of suffering from an inferior complex instead." Webster talked about Abigail's personal problem.

"I see." Dorothy smiled. "Then I hope she'll be fine. She wasn't bothering me. I tend to enjoy her company."

"Ah! Then I wouldn't have to hold her up in front, naked and be ashamed of her personality." Webster glares down at Abigail, which she shakes in fear.

"Then perhaps she could help me with my meal preparation." Dorothy asked.

"Then perhaps she wouldn't kill my Familiar this time. We have to replace hers. Again." Webster looked down at her again. "Then have fun, Bones." Webster leaves the kitchen.

"You're not from Berlin, are you?" Dorothy asked.

"Technically, yes. But as an American, illegally." Abigail continues with her German accent after her Mentor left the room. "I just love the German lifestyle but wanted to follow my Mentor's path and Her Majesty's Empire history." Abigail starts tossing salad.

"Perhaps we could talk about a potential partnership." Dorothy offers a handshake.

Abigail is hesitant. "Perhaps."

Both of them shake hands in agreement.