#Alia Underwood & Jed Patel

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Random Dialogue Prompts for Magical Entrepreneur Story

Gif One- Jed: How are you so calm about this, Care? / Carolyn: I trust her.

Gif Two- Carolyn: You can’t just… Wait, do you?

Gif Three- Alia: You’re not cursed, Jed. / Jed: You what?

Gif Four- Tamas: Stop staring at him, Dani.

Gif Five- Carolyn: Tamas, you can talk to me. / Tamas: Doesn’t feel like it.

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‘’You were saying?’ Alia whispered, glaring at Jed as the two of them huddled closer together in the confines of the closet. She knew that part of it was her fault, that she could simply have used a spell to stop him being such a pig-headed idiot; but most of the blame lay at his door, and she refused to let him forget that.

‘You’re the magical one,’ he sneered, though his voice was so soft that she almost missed the insult. Almost missed the tint of fear behind the words. He was covering himself well, but not as well as he usually did. The whole situation had rattled him, and while Alia couldn’t blame him, she wasn’t about to share that fact.

‘Exactly,’ she hissed, pressing her ear to the door and listening closely for sounds of the demon. Outside was quiet, perhaps a little too quiet. ‘And you should have listened to me for that reason.’

She felt Jed moving closer to her. Instinct screamed at her to move away, but she knew he was settling himself against the door so he could listen too. Neither of them wanted to be stuck in a closet. Not when there was a demon on the loose, and least of all with each other.

If she was being honest, however, Alia wasn’t sure who she’d want to be stuck in a closet with. She just knew that Jed was very close to the bottom of the list.

‘If you were better at what you did...’

‘Don’t,’ she snapped, poking him firmly in the chest.

He yelped, put his hands quickly over his mouth as they shared a wide eyed look.

Alia’s heart thundered as she pressed her back to the door. Footsteps were hurrying towards them. Not the usual loping gait of a possessed person, nor the scuttling she’d come to expect of some demons. The footsteps themselves were almost normal in their pace.

The door was yanked open, and instinctively Alia started murmuring a protection spell, trying to put herself a little in front of Jed, who was standing like a shield before her.

‘Aw, this is cute,’ teased Freddy, causing Alia to exhale, to cut the spell off before it could do any damage to her best friend. ‘Who’d have thought you two would be getting cosy?’

Jed shoved out of the closet, knocking into Freddy’s shoulder as he did so. Alia could have sworn she heard him grumbling about how the lot of them were idiots.

Freddy’s attention shifted to her as he rubbed his shoulder absently. ‘All good?’

‘Claudine turned up, didn’t he?’ she asked, stepping out of the closet herself and glancing both ways down the corridor. There was no sign of the demon that had been chasing them, no sign of the chaos it could have caused.

‘Actually, it was Marty,’ Freddy said, and she glanced up at him quickly enough to see a small smirk on his face. ‘Yeah, it was Claudine.’

‘Great,’ she grumbled bitterly, really hoping that next time he decided to show his face, she wouldn’t be hiding rather than doing something. Wouldn’t look like she was just an incompetent kid even though she’d spent the last few years honing her craft.

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Despite her stature, despite the constant antagonism that ran like an impossible to ignore thread between them, Jed had never actually considered Alia as weak. And even now he saw the exhaustion clinging to her, as he found his gaze drawn to the cut on her forehead from the crucifix the demon had hurled at her, he couldn’t view her as somebody who needed saving. Part of him yelled to leave her to it, wanted desperately to hot foot it out of there without so much as a glance back over his shoulder to check she was retreating as well.

And then she wavered. Her gaze widened in what Jed recognised instantly as fear.

‘Come on,’ Jed said, instinctively moving towards her. ‘We need to get out of here.’

‘Why do you care?’ she asked, but it was a testament to just how wrung out she was that she didn’t protest him wrapping an arm around her back. The only reaction to the sudden contact was a slight tightening of her muscles; a tick of a scowl on her lips.

‘Because, midget,’ he said, bending his knees ever so slightly to shrink the height difference just a bit, ‘you’re the only one who can stop all this shit, apparently.’

‘Claudine probably could,’ she reasoned, leaning worryingly against his side; her own arm snaked around his waist, using him to anchor herself in a way he was certain neither of them would speak of once they were safe.

‘Well in that case...’ Jed said, completely deadpan but making no move to release her.

For all his teasing, it was easy to forget just how short Alia Underwood really was. She wore a confidence that seemed to give her an extra presence. The tilt of her chin a challenge to everybody, that she wore as well as the heels people like Danica so often used. There were times when Jed could have sworn they argued eye-to-eye, but Alia was probably used to using stairs to help even the playing field a little.

And yet, for all that irritation that passed between them, Jed knew that he couldn’t leave her alone with all this. He might not have wanted to believe in the supernatural, but he had to admit that she had a penchant for dealing with it all. That, even in his darkest moods with her, he couldn’t have abandoned her.

Frenemies, he knew was how Danica would have referred to the two of them; and maybe there really was something in that after all.

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‘Oh yeah?’ asked Jed, his usual bravado in full force and setting her [Alia’s] teeth on edge. There was a slight smirk on his lips, an arrogance she knew was for the benefit of his little group.

She really didn’t have time for any of that. ‘Yeah, about your little problem,’ she said, making sure that her eyes dipped ever so slightly. Her comment was met with ruckus laughter, even as Jed’s eyes narrowed irritably. There was no doubt in her mind that some of those present knew exactly what she was talking about, but the joke at the expense of their star striker was far too good an opportunity to pass up.