Deception

Good Work Mieczyslaw

After channeling his magic, over and over again. Despite the constant tiering of his body, he couldn't stop himself. The feeling of his energy, his magic running through his body was addictive.  It was nothing like Stiles had ever felt before.

"You don't want to wear yourself out" Kirah warned as he watched Stiles stare in amazement at his magic, zipping around his hands, waiting for its commands.

"I see you are enjoying yourselves"

Kirah and Stiles twisted around to see Madam Rucia in front of them. Stiles gulped.

"Is teleportation a thing? Seriously?" He yelped.

"Not that I'm aware of" Kirah said, far more relaxed about Madam Rucia's presence and looking amused as Stiles reaction.

"Times up, back to work" She said, glaring at Stiles as if he'd personally offended her in some way in the seconds she had been there.

"Yes Ma'am" Stiles said quickly, his magic had already vanished in his shock at her being there.

She nodded at Kirah respectively then started to walk away.

"We don't have all day" Madam Rucia bellowed from behind her as Stiles hesitated.

He let out a sigh and followed her, shooting Kirah a sorrowful, pleading expression, who just chuckled, shaking his head in response.

She leads him straight back to the room he'd been in first thing in the morning.

Seriously?

"You weren't joking" Stiles signed.

Of course.

He got in his room, bending down next to the piece of dirt. The cloth, bucket of water and mop where also where he'd left them.

"You'll know when I'm joking" Madam Rucia said simply.

Stiles wanted to say he seriously doubted that but he didn't think that would go down well.

He grabbed the cloth, ready to go back to war with the piece of dirt, he couldn't lose to dirt!

He scrubbed and he scrubbed and he scrubbed.

Stiles couldn't believe it.

He was losing!

"Why. Won't. You. Come. Out" Stiles growled, growing angry.

"I'm sure talking to it will help your situation" Madam Rucia said dryly.

"Not helping"

"Well, you'll probably be here for hours so I think I'll just-"

"Oh, wait a second!"

An idea came to Stiles as he interrupted her, ignoring her angry cold expression and her outrage at being interrupted.

Stiles stood up, clasping his hands together. Closing his eyes.

A flash of her face.

Then the addictive and head-spinning feeling was back, twisting through his body and out his hands. Whizzing around his hands eagerly.

He focused and the familiar pain came, to a slightly lesser degree but it still felt like someone was stretching him in two. And in a way he guessed, that's  exactly what was happening.

Soon with a flash of his golf and hazel energy, another him, was standing before him.

Stiles grinned as he said, talking to his double "So, follow me"