Hilde raised an eyebrow at Esme, two sugar cubes suspended in the air, hovering above her cup of tea.
“So, that was it then, he met you in town then fell in love?”
“Well,” Esme purred, studying her fingernails, her teaspoon twirling around the vermilion liquid on its own, “I did doctor his wine a little bit…”
The blocks of sugar exploded into crystal smithereens, bespeckling the immaculate table.
“You what?!” , the lights in the tea room flickered off and on.
“Oh come now, you can tell that he liked me! He just needed a little…encouragement.”, the teaspoon halted.
“I saw him first!”, Hilde screeched, the pot of tea flew, its warm contents spilling all over Esme’s face.
Esme gasped, too stunned to speak, the bittersweet brew creating a crimson stain on the front of her frilly dress. She retaliated by hurling a ball of fire at Hilde’s head. Hilde ran frantically about the room screaming as her ridiculously high pile of golden-blonde tresses were wrapped in incandescent flames. She paused, snapped her fingers and created a cloudburst to quench the fire.
The two women stared murderously at each other, wet hair plastered about their glowering faces, clothes drenched in rainwater.
“A rain shower!? Inside the house, Hilde!?,” Esme shrieked, her bright green gaze as cold and hard as splintered glass.
It was at that moment that Swanson came in and announced, “A Mr. Lingley for Ms. Elkins.” Then curtly left the room, wise enough to pretend that he saw nothing uncommon.
Hilde gathered her billowy skirts and started off but Esme yanked her arm and hissed, “He meant me.”
She began to move past Hilde’s sodden figure then hesitated, “I’ m a horrible mess!” she sobbed.
“Hush my love.. It doesn’t matter..”, Hilde embraced her sister and whispered soothingly, “I’m sure your spell worked. Truthfully, you may not even have need for doctor.”
Esme gave Hilde a dazzling smile, kissed her cheek fondly and went off to greet her Mr. Lingley.
a : material added (as to food) to produce a desired effect