As if stricken by an immobilization spell Phineas froze as a girl appeared in the doorway, long dark red hair flowing past her shoulders and green eyes piercing between sets of full lashes. Phineas faltered in place still, his legs struggling to move as his eyes dropped down and failed to find something to look at that didn't stun the young wizard.
She was a vision of pure beauty, that much Phineas could tell. Her shape was plump, full, shapely and just all together plush. She was not donned in any uniform robes but wore a light purple frock that accentuated her chest, a fair bit of cleavage on show that had Phineas' face already going red but diverting his gaze only led to the sight of her rounded belly stretching out the fabric of the frock, thick love handles at the sides testing the strength of the seams.
Her hips were wide and swayed as she moved, causing Phineas to blink and look back up in panic as he realized the girl was approaching him.
“Will you please move yourself? I am trying to get through.”
Phineas stammered out a barely coherent apology and moved to the side. The girl gave a curt nod and amused snort, striding by with an air of nobility to her. Phineas could not help himself and glanced down to see the frock bounce along with the crimson locked girl's backside as she walked.
“Who could this be? She is incredible.” Phineas looked in awe, wishing he could will himself to speak in that moment. He could buy a snack for her, or maybe even share some cookies? All Phineas knew was that he had to talk to this girl. She looked to be his age or older, maybe they would have some classes together? Best to find out now before she took off back to her carriage.
Slev had noticed the girl come to the counter and went to help her out. “Welcome, welcome! How can Slev help you this day?”
The girl smiled in greeting and handed over a parchment to Slev. The snack keeper opened it and read it over, making little noises of confirmation and mumblings. His brows raised at one point, looking up at the girl then back to the letter, then back again.
“Well! Well, well, well! This sure is a surprise. Wish I would have known my little snack car would be getting a visit from a big name like yours!”
Phineas' curiosity had already been peaked several times over and had scooted his way to the end of the counter, hoping he didn't look to much like a lurker.
“B-Big name? Uh, who is she-er, I mean, what's y-your name?”
Phineas gulped as the girl shot a look over at him, one of her brows arched slightly. She didn't really appear annoyed, more like mildly surprised. Slev scoffed and reached to grab a box off a shelf.
“Don't you recognize her, kid? It's young Brenny herself, look here!” Slev pointed to the young girl on the front of the Brenny's label. Looking between the drawing of the girl on the box and the beauty standing feet from him, Phineas could link the resemblances. Obviously she was no longer a child, but her auburn hair was the same shade, eyes the same green.
“Brenna, please. Only my parents call me Brenny.”
Brenna had turned towards Phineas, her lips curled into a small grin. She held the parchment towards him to look at, tapping on a wax crest near the bottom of the paper.
“You know of JMM, correct? Or rather, 'Jorste Magical Morsels'? I'm Brenna Jorste, that sweet kid plastered on the front of my families' oh so grandiose selection of decadent treats.” Brenna rolled her eyes slightly as she spoke, sarcasm dripping steadily from her lips.
Phineas was caught out of the loop. Jorste was not a familiar name to him, but the Brenny's cakes had to have been patched on an advertisement somewhere in passing. The boxes had such a distinct design it would be hard to not remember them.
“Brenna, then. It's a pleasure! My name is Phineas. F-Fortescue.”
“Phineas. Pleased to make your acquaintance.” She smiled and glanced down, eyes narrowing slightly. “So...not a fan of my cakes, are you?”
Phineas blinked and held up his pack of cookies, nervousness building as he looked back to Brenna.
“W-Well, um, I just didn't-” Phineas was cut off by Brenna holding up a hand, smirking and shaking her head.
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