—*. The Mistress of Magic ** !!

❛ No magic is infallible. And neither are we. ❜ So, you wanna learn magic, huh? &&*. Professor Zatanna Zatara ;; — ;; Mnemonic Speech &. Languages — ;; Sorcery Power Control — ;; Drama

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      The break had been a strange one. Just before returning to visit her family in Attilan, she— Evan took a deep breath. Even the thought about it made her feel flushed and her heart race. It was JUST a dream but… so vivid. Sometimes, she swore she still felt those lingering touches, on her arm, tickling her spine, trailing down her waist.

        Returning to Aeterno didn’t help. The opposite, in fact. She felt jittery, like she drank more than her fair share of coffee. Except it was spiked. With lust. No, not that. Now she was just being silly. They were back in classes, and so she had to prioritize that. She could save the embarrassing flashbacks and daydreams of a dark haired dame for later. Now, she just needed to focus on the words in her textbook. What class was this even for…?

       The knocks on her door caused her to JUMP. Quite humiliating, too. It was like she heard a gunshot. Whipping around in her seat to stare at her door, she heard that voice. That same voice. Still sultry, yet… strained. There was no way… she couldn’t have had the same… she was a magician… Oh, Gods.

        Standing, Evan felt like a little love-sick school girl. Knees shaking, her breath caught in her throat, heart beating in her chest again. Smoothening her pleated skirt, she approached the door, steeling herself. She could handle this. Just act like nothing was the matter. That fleeting plan failed the moment she revealed the woman, who looked… nervous? But beautiful. So beautiful it sent a flutter of butterflies alight in the princess’s stomach.

      “Professor,” Evan mumbled in greeting. The word didn’t sound any more formal than her actual name, but the thought of saying it, after the way she had moa— “Would you like to come in?” Why did she say that? Did she mean that? Yes 

                    There was a brief moment between Zatanna’s knocking and Evangelina’s responding that       she’d considered fleeing, teleporting away, act like all this had NEVER happened. The prospect       appealed to her, she wasn’t even sure she was READY to see Evan, after all. So all she had to do       was take a step, brace herself to run, she was GOING to leave, but suddenly      ------

                    ❛      Evangelina     ------     ❜       She breathed out;; Busted. But then again, was she really ?       This was her student, the same one she had come here to see, and   -----     Oh, so beautiful. The       Magician had to stop short, lest the air trapped in the caverns of her lungs seep out in longing moans,       gaze fixed on those emerald eyes that reminded her of jade stones or perhaps of calm meadows on       a lazy, summer day.

                                         ❛      I    -----      ❜      I probably shouldn’t. It’s better this way, for both of us.                                          I don’t know what’s wrong with me. I’m your teacher, and yet, here I am,                                          slowly falling for you, more and more. All because of a meaningless,                                          redundant dream.                                                                             But was it REALLY ?

                    ❛      I suppose I could spare a few moments.      ❜      Had she really said that  ?  WHY       did she say that  ?  She would only cause trouble for them both, only make this much harder on       herself. She hadn’t felt this way since Dinah, and even then     -----     This was DIFFERENT, more       taboo, and yet    ----    She couldn’t resist stepping through the threshold and into the Boltagon’s       dormitory, despite the tightness of her chest and the aching of her heart, the only thing Zatanna       wanted more than being away from Evan, was to be WITH her. 

                                         ❛      How are you doing  ?     ❜      What she really meant was;;                                          did you MISS me  ?  But that would be inappropriate. So instead                                          she shut the door and lingered reluctantly by the doorway, gazing                                          flitting around and falling upon everything except Evangelina, herself.                                          ❛      It’s been a while since we’ve last spoken.      ❜

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                In all honesty, if she were being completely, rawly,      bone-shuddering truthful with herself, Zatanna had been      AVOIDING Evan. It was the reason she’d taken an impromptu      vacation to her mansion, refusing to return to Aeterno until her      lectures began once more, and had refrained from walking      through the Boltagon’s hallway, if only in fear of encountering her. 

                 But pettiness could only go for so long, especially over a      dream, a completely stupid, absurd dream. And two weeks was more      than enough time to work through whatever feelings she’d been      experiencing about it, so the Magician decided it was time to begin      to act like an adult once more, finally summoning the courage to      approach the student’s dormitory and give the door a gentle knock.

                             ❛       Evangelina  ?       ❜      Zatanna called out,                  loathing the way her throat constricted at the name. The                  same name she’d uttered under her breath when    -----                      No. She wouldn’t think about THAT. No matter how REAL                  it felt, it was a dream.                                                      It would forever be JUST a dream. 

                             ❛      It’s Zatan   -----    Professor Zatara,                              I’ve come to see how you’re readjusting                              to school life, and everything.      ❜

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                    As her fingers continued working their MAGIC, Zatanna eager to find the one spot that would send Evan OVER THE EDGE, the raven haired dame took a moment to finally digest the sight of her student. Admittedly, the Attilan princess’s eloquence had her almost BREATHLESS. Amplified only by her flushed demeanour, shortness of breath, and ruffled sex hair, Evangelina was BEAUTIFUL. The outline of her lips, the curve of her body, it was enough to even take the professor’s own breath away, and she had to force herself to remain focused on the task at hand, which didn’t prove all too arduous until      -------  

                    Evan had MOANED her name. The sound was a symphony to her ears, her new favorite record, and Zatanna wished to hear it play again and again, over and over. She’d faltered, breath hitched, for just a moment before regaining composure and pumping her fingers THAT much harder and faster. Until the last of the brunette’s resolve SHATTERED and her body began to tremble and the Magician KNEW what was coming next.

                    And when it did     -----     Zatanna could’ve sworn the feel of it all made HERSELF gush, a warmth between her thighs she hadn’t experienced in quite a while and it made her both blush at the thought and feel the need to shy away, but yet, she COULDN’T. Her lips remained pressed hungrily on Evangelina’s, letting a soft moan of her own escape from her mouth before feeling the student’s body go limp and so she found herself taking her fingers out. Once lips parted from one another and Zatanna could really look at the girl, she found her expression shifting into one of ADMIRATION, a trance which wouldn’t break until the Boltagon spoke.

                    Admittedly, the question caught the professor off guard. Considering how sporadic the entire scenario had been up until present, she hadn’t even ruminated the prospect of Evan             ‘ returning the favor.... ’ In a way, it felt almost  ...  WRONG. And had Zatanna not been acting so strange already, she probably would’ve declined, if only on the basis of morality. But tonight, lust won out, and she couldn’t deny the attraction and the sudden YEARNING she had to FEEL Evan as much as she possibly could. 

                               ❛   I would never ASK you to do that, Evangelina.                                     As much as I would ENJOY it, that’s something I’d                                     only want you to try should you feel completely comfortable.   ❜

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                        “MY PLEASURE.”

If this night wasn’t STRANGE enough already, Evan’s desperate PLEAS had definitely ascertained the oddities of what was happening. It was like the two were trapped in a perpetual state of LONGING, tension hot and ACHING and ------ IRRESISTIBLE.

Be that as it may, Zatanna didn’t want it to end. Whatever limbo they now found themselves in, this odd reality where Evangelina was EXPRESSIVE and the Magician involved herself in sexual affairs with her students, it was BLISSFUL, enough so that Evangelina’s words had the woman T H R O B B I N G  with pleasure from anticipation alone, and it was so natural for her to circle the student’s clit for a couple moments longer before sliding two fingers inside her, Zatanna’s own legs clenching at the thought. 

                        “Anything for you, my PRINCESS.”

Had she really just said that  ? 

It was INCREDIBLY out of character, and yet ----- She loved it. Loved that she was now pumping her fingers in and out of Evan, slowly at first, and then increasing in speed. She knew what it was she wanted, and oddly enough, found comfort in the prospect that EVAN wanted the same as she did ----- And that alone was enough for her to keep fucking the beautiful, innocent brunette. 

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                                                                     {{ Zatanna. I NEED you. Please touch me. }}

                             That was ALL she needed to hear. All she needed to KNOW. It was a REQUEST, one Zatanna was DETERMINED to deliver. She’d had her fair share of practice with Dinah through the months prior, even some with Jessica, so female INTERACTIONS were no longer something foreign to the once otherwise presumptuously straight women. 

                             But STRAIGHT she was not, especially at the feeling of Evangelina’s hand slowly fondling around her chest, a twinge of EXCITEMENT coursing through her and        ------       Dare she say, the entire scenario had her WET. She could hardly contain herself, at this point, and certainly hoped that the student was in the same, if not MORE, compromising situation.

                                            ❛           ------         Only because you asked so NICELY.         ❜

                             At this point her hand was TREMBLING with anticipation, quivering fingers slipping underneath the Boltagon’s waistband and grazing gently over her thigh, as though in preparation for what was to come. She had been wanting to ascertain Evangelina’s comfort, and yet         -----        The warmth radiating from underneath the student’s panties seemed to be confirmation enough. 

                             So she trailed her fingers down from Evangelina’s inner thigh to the exact spot Evan was ACHING for, gliding through her come from her entrance up before settling on her clit and making slow, gentle circles. 

                             She continued like that, rhythmic, her own heart STAMPEDING in her chest, breathing quick and heavy and the Magician presses her lips on Evan’s jaw, slowly licking down, along her neck, and trailing her tongue across her collarbone. 

                             Clouded eyes gaze up to meet those of the Boltagon and her fingers speed up just the subtlest amount, a smirk now omnipresent in all of her features but nonetheless Zatanna insists on asking

                                                 ❛         How are you       FEELING,      Evangelina   ?       ❜

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                        She’d had her fair share of experiences, up to date. Many would call Zatanna a seductress,     a leggy dame in nylons, one who steals their breath and steals the show and she LIKED it that way.     She’d chased after brooding men like Constantine and Batman, she’d unravelled the web of murky     layers that consumed them, and she’d come to the expectation of discovering INTENSITY in the     darkest of places. 

                        But this   ?   This was COMPLETELY different. Taboo in another way, a chase she’d never     expected to have, a HEAT creeping up her neck at the URGENCY in Evangelina’s voice. And that was it.     She wanted her. Nothing else mattered, nothing else was uncertain. Whatever inhibitions had been     preventing her from losing control had completely DISSIPATED. All that was left was her and her student     and raw, desperate,  D E S I R E . 

                        ❛        Of course, you can have ANYTHING you want. I’ll take GOOD care of you.     ❜

                        Once again lips found those of the Boltagon, this time peppered kisses were LACED     with need and with greed and her body was pressed against the petite brunette. Delicate fingers     GHOSTED down ivory skin and found their way to Evan’s hip bones, nails carving into the flesh there.     All at once she bites DOWN on Evangelina’s bottom lip, determined to elicit more WHINES from the     innocent girl, PANTED breathing as her free hand moves to cup the student’s face,     pulling her closer still.

                                            But it wasn’t ENOUGH.

                        Fingers slide further down, toying with the material of her panties and tracing over     her pubic bone, slowly crawling her way towards the relief she supposed Evangelina so     DESPERATELY craved. 

                                            But she wouldn’t give it to her. Not yet.

                                                                               Zatanna was all about the       C H A S E .

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            Since their first encounter, Zatanna had this manner of adopting Evan’s soft voice, almost as if to assure her that she wasn’t alone. At least that’s how it made her feel. Evan was constantly terrified she would speak just a little louder and it would tear the flesh off someone’s limbs due to her inherited trait from her father. When her favorite professor would speak to her, she would match her tone. It was only a fraction of the many reasons that Evangelina sought the older woman’s company.

               Just a fraction—

      The feather-light touch of the magician’s fingers and lips as they seem to familiarize themselves with the younger girl’s features caused an odd shiver to travel the length of her spine. What was this feeling? She ached. The hands around Zatanna’s waist slowly began to curl up in her top, securing their positions together. Why was she doing that? Evan wanted more. Wanted to feel more. The ribs of her chest suddenly felt too tight, making it difficult to breathe. And she wasn’t sure if it was her heart or Zatanna’s that was thrumming insistently against their chests…

             Indescribably, the Attilan princess knew she was drawing closer and closer to the older woman’s face. She wasn’t pulling away either. Their eyes were locked, and she could see Zatanna silently pleading for the inevitable. Was she really going to do this? Evan had never done this before. And she certainly never even though about kissing a teacher, someone who was above her (who she wanted above her…)

             A voice told her at the last possible second that this wasn’t a good idea. But when her lips crashed against Zatanna’s she couldn’t quite find it inside herself to care.

                                                                              WHAT WAS HAPPENING?

                    Soft lips were pressed against Zatanna’s own, the lips of her student, an innocent soul     who she’d sworn to protect and yet was now concerned she was somehow ----- Corrupting?     Perhaps morally it felt WRONG and yet, something about it sat RIGHT within her. The burning of     skin against skin, the THUNDERING of heart in chest, beat in ribcage, of the aching LONGING,     desire for something more. Something PASSIONATE.

                    In that moment, Evangelina Boltagon was EVERYTHING the Magician wanted.                                                                                                                                                                  Craved.                                                                                                                                                                  Desired.                                                                                                                          Was  D E S P E R A T E  for. 

                    So overcome by the moment was the professor, fingers tightening their grip around     her student’s waist, nails DIGGING into the flesh and PULLING her closer, kissing her DEEPER,     as though the very fabric of their contact holding them together was the same force T/E/A/R/I/N/G     them apart. She wanted Evan CLOSER, satiated by some indescribable hunger and the Zatara all     but PUSHED the brunette against the wall, pinning her there, hips rocking and breathing whiny     and hands TREMBLING. 

                    She was midway through kissing down Evan’s neck when she REMEMBERED something     important, pulling away for a moment to stare intently in the other’s soft, aqua eyes. Fingers moved     to caress the Boltagon’s face before she planted a gentle, lingering kiss on the other’s plump lips.     Finally, she worked up the courage to speak, voice hoarse and raspy from the intensity of it all. 

                                                        ❛       Is this ----- Are you ----- Is EVERYTHING okay?      ❜

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        There was a fleeting moment where Evan felt she had interrupted something intimate and should probably leave to deal with her own problems (what was happening to her?) but then the arms of the woman she wanted were around her, and she couldn’t find the will to let go.

        The effect was immediate. At once, all the worries and the haunting voices ceased. It was exactly what she hoped for and needed. Against Zatanna’s chest, the Boltagon closed her eyes, taking a deep, welcomed breath. Panic attacks were not within Evan’s usual dynamic, so it went without saying how out of place she had just experienced. Yet, it was the knowledge of Zatanna and the protection she could provide that kept Evan from doing something… awful.

         “I’m sorry,” the younger girl started once she mustered the strength to speak. It was a murmur, but it would suffice. “I didn’t know who else to turn to. And I didn’t know what was happening.” A nervous chuckle. “I’m not even completely sure why I knew I had to come to you— I just did.” Remembering the escaping expression she saw on the magician’s face before she registered it was her student, Evan added, “Are you alright, professor?”

                 Almost instantaneously, something CHANGED within the magician. What began as fear      was now metamorphosing into something else entirely, something pure and warm and -----        R A W . She couldn’t QUITE explain it, but it seemed like the student now pressed against her      chest was the source of this confounding set of sentiments, like some spell gone wrong and yet      ----- Backfiring in the most apt way. 

                                   ❛       I ----- understand that.       ❜

                 Zatanna’s voice was soft, almost timid to match that of the Boltgan, albeit she couldn’t      explicate WHY her throat had begun constricting, nor why her heart was suddenly hammering      in her chest, determined to make itself KNOWN. Quivering fingers stroke gently through Evangelina’s      caramel hair and she presses a delicate kiss atop the other’s forehead. 

                                   ❛       There’s no need to be sorry, I’m alright. But you did the right thing                                    coming to me, because I’m -----       ❜

                 There’s a lump in her throat, butterflies fluttering their way up, out of her mouth, and      she swallows, tracing an ivory finger down the other’s cheek, trailing it across her jaw, and      grazing subtly over her lips. 

                                   ❛       I’m ---- Always here for you.       ❜

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it was just a dream.

       When did this start? Though there was no reason for it, suddenly, Evan felt vulnerable. Weak. A panic attack clawed at the back of her throat. She had to get out of here.

        Where was she going? Somehow, her feet knew just where to take her— head bowed, clutching her schoolwork to her chest as though to press against her sternum to keep from hyperventilating. People stared at her. Assessed her like she were prey. Were they going to get her?

         You can kill them. Just scream.

      The thought cut through her, frightening her beyonds words. Only one person could help her, talk sense into her.

        Without bothering to look where she was headed, or what name was printed on the door, she burst through it, hoping that she was there. What she needed was those arms around her, keeping everyone and everything else at bay. When did she become so important to Evan? That didn’t matter. She just knew that she needed Zatanna.

           “Professor, please,” the Attilan princess nearly sobbed.

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                 She wasn’t quite sure WHAT was happening, and no magic would reverse whatever curse      had been bestowed upon her. Believe it or not, Zatanna was trapped in a situation where even her      own sorcery couldn’t act as a preventative measure from the ATROCITIES creeping closer to her.      PUPPETS, too many of them, were lurking in the shadows and waiting to   P O U N C E.  Blood      red eyes caught her attention and she SCREAMED, sprinting away as quickly as she could.      Until one, particular puppet in the hallway had her REELING to a halt, jaw SHOOTING downwards.

                                ❛   ------ FATHER...?  ❜

                 TEARS streaked down ivory cheeks, Zatanna PLEADING for her father to break through the      curse of the PUPPET MASTER. The rhythmic whisper of broken sobs but a faint echo of a life long      since gone, the soul of her father dearly departed into the realm of the unknown. All that remained      now was his SHADOW, scarlet eyes haunting the Magician’s every movement and she collapsed,      knees buckling with the realization that her father would never return, again. 

                 The puppet of her father disintegrated into thin air and the Mistress of Magic reached out      with quivering hands, porcelain fingers attempting to GRASP at the ashes of what now remains,      cupping the cinders of Zatara into her palms and murmuring soft, feverish goodbyes.

                                   Amidst her mourning, the desperate PLEAS of the Boltagon pulled                                    her into another time and place, the image of the Attilan manifesting                                    into something TANGIBLE.

                                                                               ❛    ----- Evangelina?  ❜

                                   Her father was GONE but Evan was HERE. Trembling arms wrapped around                                    the student’s embrace and pulled her slender body closer, Zatanna’s own fears                                    now lost amidst the desire to protect her loved one from harm. 

                                                                                ❛   I’m here, now,  ❜  the professor cooed.                                                                                                        ❛  You’re safe. It’s okay.  ❜

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❛ Can you do the coffee run? ❜

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              “Of course I can, though it might not consist of much      ‘running,’” the Magician smirked, before invoking an incantation     to conjure up coffee for them both. After a theatrical ‘eeffoc raeppa”     and a wave of the hands, two cups of steaming hot beverages     appeared on the table in front of the professors. “Try a sip! Tell me     if that’s how you take it.”

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❝ I am no longer a child! ❞ (zalika)

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    Her jaw sets, jawline now rigid as her eyes bore     into those of her daughter. “I never said you were     a child, Zalika. I said you will always be MY child.”

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      The familiar voice caught her attention before realizing there was someone standing before her did, and she was drawn from her thoughts. Once she saw who it was however, a small smile spread across her lips, and a feeling of comfort washed– if weakly– through her. If there was one person she found she depended on during her capture, it was Zatanna. Though they had not met previously, the teacher took it upon herself to keep the students calm where she could. Yet, she focused on Evan, possibly due to the fact that the inhibitor collar surrendered her vocal chords and could not speak at all. The magician had to have known how disconcerting it could be to be mute, trapped with all your thoughts and fear, and spoke softly to the Boltagon girl to keep her distracted as often as she could. Evan couldn’t respond, but she felt the bond being formed during those dark hours.

          “Of course, professor,” Evan whispered. She flinched at the use of her voice, finding that it still disconcerted her to be able to use it. Their captors knew what power Evan held. Even while they tortured her, she could not make a single sound, and the only noise she could hear in her head was her own screams. Unable to hear what they asked her, she had to endure the punishments she received until they were finished with her.

         “I would like that.”

     Upon first meeting Evangelina, the Magician hadn’t KNOWN      what the student’s powers were ----- Not exactly.      But it didn’t take much to infer. The inhibitor collar pressed      tightly into her throat reminded Zatanna of no one if not DINAH LANCE... 

                                                     Black Canary.                  Perhaps, in a way, there was nothing the Mistress of Magic                  wanted more than to see the woman she loved burst through                  the door, apologize for having disappeared with no forewarning,                  tell her she in fact WASN’T scared, that she LOVES Zatanna, too...

                 Evangelina’s soft voice was enough to pierce through her thoughts.      A voice the raven-haired dame hadn’t heard, ever. And yet ------ It was so      gentle, sweet. The Boltagon, Zatanna knew, was a timid, kind soul. Someone      she wanted to protect, regardless of the circumstances. Something she would      STRIVE to do, until the brunette finally felt SAFE. ( *  And possibly even after then )

     “Thank you,” her voice was a soft whisper to match that of the student’s,      in part to avoid frightening the girl and also because Zatanna had grown to      recognize a need for silence, as much as she loathed to admit it. 

                 Taking a seat beside Evangelina, the professor began picking at her salad      with subtle disinterest. Instead, she opted for making conversation. “How are you      finding your transition back into Aeterno Academy?” She inquired.

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            Zalika had been going out of her mind with worry for her mother. She was             the person she had always looked up to, and knowing what the joker could             be doing to her made her want to hurt him. She wanted to hurt him down,             and make him regret ever taking her, but she knew that she wanted to make             sure her mom was okay.

              Relief rushed through the brunette to see her mother. She had tried to             remain hopeful while she had been trying to help them find her but there              was a fear that she wasn’t really going to be okay. “Mom.” She said              with a weak smile.

               She shook her head at her mother’s words. 

            “No, mom I need to get you out and then I’ll get everyone else out, okay.”

                 “Zalika, we can’t, we have to help the ot-----” Her insistence was cut short by      a sharp pain in her side, one which stole the breath from the Magician’s lungs and      prevented her from speaking further. With a whimper of disdain, Zatanna shifted her      weight and leaned against her daughter, a weak smile appearing on her otherwise      grim expression. 

                 “Okay,” she croaked out, rather meekly, as she motioned to the door.                  Her skin was paler than usual, a pallid undertone which only served to                  exemplify her pain, veins protruding gruesomely from her hands. 

                                                                                               “I’ll ---- Follow you.”

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She wasn’t bitter. She was sad, though. But it was a hopeful kind of sad. The kind of sad that just takes time.

Stephen Chbosky, The Perks of Being a Wallflower (via odaro)

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        The Boltagon princess was quieter than usual. It wasn’t that she was against speaking about her feelings in general, but she had never had to go through what had happened to her during the kidnapping. It was humiliating in a sense. She was traumatized, and felt foolish for it. Which only caused her to furl deeper into herself. Isolating herself.

         Evan knew she had to eat at some point, so that’s where she was at in her recovery– force feeding in the cafeteria. There was only a few bites taken out of her pasta and she stared at it as she built the courage up for the next bite.

                The Mistress of Magic had yet to speak with anyone since her return to      Aeterno Academy. Typically a sociable person, Zatanna was known to retreat      amongst herself during the worst of times. This was one of those few occasions.      She refused to speak about what happened, let alone even THINK about it, but      seeking solace in her professor quarters proved to be impossible, given the faculty      duties she still felt obliged to adhere to. So the Magician found herself in the cafeteria,      dressed in but black flannels and a baggy, tattered purple shirt, raven hair pulled into      a messy bun as she aimlessly shuffled down the aisles. The sight of the Boltagon girl      gave rise to an inkling of happiness within her, however. A hope that perhaps her      students were coping better than she, herself, was. ( * And if they weren’t... That’s      what Zatanna was there for. Her own feelings didn’t matter so much as the children      she looked after )

                 “Evangelina, hi there. Do you mind if I sit with you?” Her eyes flitted first to      the student’s platter, before resting listlessly on her own, where a wilted salad      remained untouched and stared up at her, forebodingly. TAUNTINGLY.                                                 ( * Green was HIS colour )

                 “I was hoping we could keep each other company?”

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Zalika had missed her mother so much since she went missing, and had spent all of her time trying to find her. Now that they knew where she was she was glad to be on the team to save them. 

Storming down the hall the student used her magic to knock out the guards that came at her not stopping until she found her mother. She entered the room spotting a large cage in the center. Seeing her mother in there made her blood boil, and she wanted nothing more then to track down the people who had done this and hurt them. She contained her rage focusing on getting her mother out.  She walked over to the bars, casting a spell making the side closest to her disappear so that she could walk in. 

Seeing her mom she rushed over kneeling down next to her. “Mom, I’m getting you out of here.” 

             Days. Zatanna had been entrapped for days. Ripped from the cage, tortured,     QUESTIONED. The Joker wanted to know about ‘Batsy, Batsy, Batsy,’ about the school,     about the heroes. Intel, it seemed, was crucial to the crazy-eyed man. There appeared to     be imminent frustration about something he didn’t know, NEEDED to know. 

              She hadn’t given in. But her resilience had come at a cost. What he did to her,               the Zatara refused to think about. But what he threatened to do to her FAMILY...

              The Magician’s thoughts were interrupted by the sound of a girl speaking.      “Zalika ----” Her daughter was safe. And she was here, rescuing her own mother.     The Mistress of Magic was not only ashamed but also defeated, sinking into the     brunette’s grasp and smiling weakly. 

              Her voice was meek, but a mere croak as her eyes began to well with tears.               With all the strength she could muster, Zatanna whispered a timid; 

                             “We need to make sure everyone else is okay first...”