The sun's shy beams of light slowly climbed the side of each skyscraper, the city began to bask in warm sunlight once more, working people were as busy as ever commuting to their 9-5s to support their individual needs. Like bumble bees, the yellow cabs scurried around picking up or escorting their customers hastily through the quickly building traffic.
Priscilla's eyes stared blankly at the street below, hundreds if not thousands of people walking around like little ants below her feet. She pinched her fingers together, a little giggle escaping her lips before Lucia walked out from the shower. A loosely drooping towel was the only layer of protection between the two, and Priscilla knew better than to turn around after she had just come from the shower.
'Put on some clothes quickly, we have to go. There are still so many things to explore before our flight later.' Priscilla had turned her head around, peeking through her fingers to check if Lucia was done, to her delight, she had just finished.
Priscilla grabbed her backpack and headed down to the lobby, her phone buzzed with notifications from Lucia telling her that she needed a couple of minutes to do her makeup. She rolled her eyes and walked to a nearby lounge area. Despite the hotel's popularity, the resting area was nearly devoid of anyone aside from six people dotted around the massive hall. Her thumb began scrolling endlessly across social media, Noir had continued posting pictures every hour of the day in his cat form. Tasha posted about her recipes and the process of preparing each dish. Overnight she had managed to garner close to 800 followers.
She even sucked up her pride and followed Bianca. Thousands of posts relating to fashion, sporting trophies, academic merits, and even celebrity meetups have spread across almost five years. Her phone plopped to her side, her head rolled back and the drowsiness of morning set back in.
'Hello there Miss, could I get your name?' A bright light flashed across her face as the camera clicked in the older man's hands. Priscilla quickly jumped up only to find an elderly man with a retro photo camera.
'O-oh sorry, I thought you might've been some kind of creep. You asked for my name right? It's Priscilla, it's a pleasure meeting you.' She stuck her hand out and they shook on the encounter.
'Gosh, I didn't mean to startle you. You see, my wife has become bedridden this year, every night she weeps over never being able to step outside again. So I took out my photo camera and I have been collecting photographs to give her some semblance of her life before the illness robbed what little she had left.' He cradled his hands together, a sense of sadness washed over her young heart, it was always a fear of her's to grow old and never be able to enjoy life again.
'Of course, I will help you! Just tell me what you need to be done.' Priscilla cupped his wrinkled old hands waiting for his first wish.
'If possible could you stand against that granite pillar?' Priscilla wanders over toward the large pillar, placing herself against it with finger guns by her side.
Several mechanical clicks later the man wandered over to her. 'That is perfect, is it possible to get some more just on the street? Not far from here, just outside of the hotel's revolving door. Priscilla nodded, following him toward the glass door.
She wondered for a moment what pose she could pull next. Her legs parted slightly, a large smile on her face and a peace sign pressed against her pale cheeks. With a handful of clicks, the two came together once more.
'That was perfect! She will love them. May I get your email? I will send you her praise on these photos once I get home.'
'Of course! It's PriscillaWatkins73@witchmail.com'
The old man scribbled it down on a piece of paper and headed into the densely populated crowd of people. 'What a sweet old man...Shit! My bag!' She sighed a breath of relief seeing it was still firmly planted on one of the many empty couches. Lucia had emerged from the elevators, handing in their keys before heading out into the sea of rushing elbows and pushes of annoyance.
It would have been easier for them to cast an invisibility veil and simply fly to their destination, but Priscilla forbade the use of magic on her holiday unless absolutely necessary.
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After paying the fee they walked into the large library, the wooden flooring covered with carpets creaked with every step they took. 'Thank you for taking me to Morgan's library and museum.
'Well if it makes you that happy I could even help you meet him.'
'Really??'
'No. He is dead.' She shook her head in disappointment at Priscilla.
'This is really what you wanted to waste your time with? There isn't even anything interesting here worth the fifty dollars-' Lucia instantly locked onto a book trapped behind a metal protection cage, the spine decorated with gold and lined with small sapphires along the edges. A small portal opened up which allowed her hand to slide through and grab the book which reeked of magical energy.
'That's illegal! Won't we be caught on CCTV?'
'I cast an electricity disruption spell to temporarily take out the cameras. You don't have to worry so much about these things. I am a professional.'
'Professional thief?'
'...' Lucia remained speechless, sliding the new book in her backpack.
Minutes passed, Priscilla taking pictures of every piece in the museum and library allowing time to fly so freely.
'Where to next? You spent a lot of time here so we can't really make it to another museum to do the same.' Lucia shared her opinion, not trying to break her spirit, just wanting to hurry and not miss the flight.
'You are right. Let's just head to the airport, the traffic should have died down a little. Or at least enough to not be late.'
They exited onto the main street, Lucia instantly shot dirty looks toward several highrise buildings. Priscilla glanced around several alleys with red eyes pointed directly at them.
'Stay close to me Priscilla. Things are about to get messy.'