Miranda is where? Part 4
Miranda waited impatiently for the witch to follow her around her home. They stopped in her study where Minerva was amused with the computer and the light switches. It made Miranda laugh but nothing compared to the reaction she got when she showed Minerva her bedroom, and her closet. “Merlin, when do you have the time to wear all these things,” asked an astonished Minerva as she wandered around the closet which seemed bigger than her bathroom back at Hogwarts.
“I am the Editor-in-Chief of a fashion magazine, remember. My image is everything. Would you like to come to lunch with me?” She asked as an afterthought though she had been planning how to ask her since they arrived back at her flat.
“I don’t think I am appropriately dressed,” said Minerva as she looked down at her traditional robes.
“Oh nonsense, you are a witch. Go into my closet find an outfit you like and recreate it. I know you are capable of that Ms. Most powerful witch of my time. Go, I will be waiting downstairs.” And with that she left Minerva alone. God, thought Minerva what did I get myself into. With a quick prayer to the Gods she entered the closet once again and found a simple black skirt she liked. Yes she thought and closed her eyes while waving her hand over her body.
Now standing half naked in the closet she hurried to find a blouse and jacket and settled on a deep blood red blouse with a matching black jacket. This will work; she thought and took a moment to redo her hair so she didn’t look so much like a schoolmarm. She was about to leave when she realized that the shoes she was wearing would not go with the outfit. Sighing she ventured back in the closet and found a lower pair of black heels and transfigured her shoes to match them.
Miranda was waiting at the bottom of the stairs with her light jacket on and sunglasses firmly in place, holding her keys. What is taking her so long, wondered Miranda she took another turn of her entranceway. Did she get lost amongst the blouses? No the skirts there were more of those, Miranda laughed as she thought of Minerva getting lost in her closet but her laughter quickly died her throat when she saw the vision walking towards her.
Miranda who was usually so good at dissecting an outfit and picking out the flaws, couldn’t find one thing wrong with what stood in front of her. In fact she couldn’t do much but stare, and who wouldn’t? Long toned legs, tight black skirt, deep blood red blouse, just a hint of cleavage and the most beautiful raven hair. Miranda took a step closer and looked again, it was then she saw her eyes. Piercing green eyes that usually were hardened with concentration, and years of hiding her emotions, were now alight with laughter and something else. Was that lust?
Minerva stood at the top of the stairs and watched the woman pace around her entrance way. She held back a chuckle and walked down. Miranda tuned and stopped mid step and stared. Her sunglasses hid her eyes but Minerva could tell that she had impressed the younger woman. She felt her eyes on her legs slowly moving up to take in every inch of her body. Minerva burned by the heat she could feel from the woman’s gaze and returned it with one of her own. She carefully dropped the walls behind her eyes and allowed Miranda to see in, if only partly.
“Shall we go,” asked Miranda after a moment of serious eye gazing. She felt rather silly and wanted to get out in public where she would have to behave, because she knew if they stayed her any longer she would do something silly. Like push Minerva up against the stairs and make love to her until she couldn’t walk. At Minerva’s nod she lead them outside and down the street ot the private garage where she kept her car. Miranda hid a button on her keys and the light blue Porsche roared to life, causing Minerva to give it and odd look. “Are you alright?”
“It started by itself,” she said plainly and rounded the car looking at it from all angles.
“No it didn’t, I can start it remotely with this,” she held up the keys before getting in. Minerva watched for a moment before following. She had just about begun to relax when Miranda threw the car into gear and roared out onto the New York streets. Minerva was in for the ride of her life she thought as she held on tightly to the arm rest.