Thera knew she had to return that book to the library. It was already like two weeks overdue. She was sure she would have to pay a fine even though that new, totally hot and as hunky as hell intern librarian clearly fancied her. She smirked remembering his chocolate eyes with long, velvety eyelashes which measured her up and down. Or his wide shoulders. Or elegant hands with long, slender fingers. Other girls talked about him as well. Like 24/7. Ok, let’s try some damage control – with him being on duty she definitely stood a chance.
First the right make-up – not too much but enough to emphasize her assets. Then the right clothes. She put on a rather tight blouse and the shortest hip skirt she could find, both items taken straight from her younger sister’s wardrobe. The kid was smallish but fortunately plump enough to wear the same size. Almost. And Thera attended the same school so their uniforms were similar…Finally dark brown stockings, matching the skirt and ending right below the hem. They must have been a good choice – every male passing her had his eyes glued to her legs. Some of them frowned, some smiled, other wolf-whistled but nobody was left indifferent. On the other hand most girls looked right through her as if she was made of glass. Great. She knew that look only too well – in the humble opinion of other females she was too attractive to live -the most sincere compliment another girl can pay you without actually saying a word.
Thera entered the library like a model would enter a catwalk – ramrod straight, swaying her hips, pouting her lips. And froze. The hunky specimen of librarian male hotness was nowhere to be seen. Gone to a gym or being on a date? Hiding somewhere in a corner? Powdering his perfect nose in the toilet? She looked around. Nobody. Thera cussed but luckily not too loud. An elderly woman wearing bejewelled spectacles emerged from behind one of the shelves and met her gaze. She felt her chances dwindling to zero. Where did that ridiculous old crone come from? Oh right, from behind the shelves…
The old crone appraised her shortly and smiled.
“Hello my dear. What can I do for you?”
Die, just die, you are so old nobody will notice anyway…thought Thera viciously.
“Er…hello, Mrs…Ms…well…hello, nice to meet you and I want to return a book…”
The woman smiled showing dainty, sharp teeth.
A pretty lousy smile, cheap dentures…commented Thera in her head.
“It’s Mrs. Raffle and nice to meet you too. Please, give me your name and put the book on the desk.”
Stuff yourself with it.
“Oh dear. Miss Jones, could you spell your first name for me, please? There seem to be at least four different students called like you but I am sure the spelling will clarify everything.”
Oh dear? Do me a favour…
“Yes, of course. It’s T-H-E-R-A.”
“A nice name. I’m afraid the book is overdue and you will have to pay a fine, pretty name or not. Unless…”
The librarian reacted immediately, as if she waited for that simple word. She grabbed Thera’s hand and pulled her closer without missing a beat.
“Unless you agree to volunteer and work here for twenty hours after your classes. I think you might be the right person but to be completely sure I must see your reflection in our mirror – as simple as that. Do step behind the counter and follow me, my dear…yes, take this book of yours with you if you like and please, don’t pretend to be shy, with such clothes on nobody would believe you anyway…this way please, just stand and watch.”
Dazed but curious, Thera followed the library woman. Soon enough she was positioned before a large mirror, over two meters long and at least two meters wide. Why library people needed such a thing at all? It was their working place not a freaking changing room in a…Thera looked and froze for the second time. Her reflection didn’t look right. Her back was on fire and her both hands emitted kind of blue thunderbolts. The most surprising thing, though, floated above her head. A fire crown. Good heavens. Somehow she didn’t feel flattered. She knew she was hot but a fire crown seemed to be a bit over the top…surely there were prettier girls who deserved it, even in this school…
All of a sudden the hunky librarian guy she had hoped to meet and wrap around her little finger joined her. Or rather joined her reflection in the mirror. He put his arm round her waist, smiled and said:
“She will most definitely do, my lady.”
Thera fell to the floor in a faint.