|Fun Fact: Mega Man 2 (and its accompanying Nintendo Power features) inspired a young Mr. DNA to start drawing.|
"Angela!" Rosemary shouted up the stairs. "What are you doing in my room?"
She hadn't seen her daughter come home, but Rosemary Morgan didn't raise two kids without having a pretty good idea what they were up to most of the time. The sounds of rummaging got faster and more panicked as Rosemary turned the knob to her bedroom door. The door swung open, and both mother and daughter found themselves speechless. Gripping an armload of clothes was an older and much more shapely version of her daughter Angela.
The first to come out of their stunned state, Angela saw no other option that to fess up. "I'm sorry mom, I'm so sorry. I went to the school archives and used this spell that made me an adult and gave me this new body. I know it was stupid and reckless, and I… I..."
Additionally taken aback by her daughter's deep, husky voice, Rosemary cleared her throat. "Don't be sorry, Angela," she said, barely above a whisper.
"I know you're mad and...wait, what?!" Angela asked looking at her confused.
"Honey as long as you're okay, I'm fine with you having used the spell. I don't care if there isn't a counter spell, you're still my daughter and I still love you." Rosemary explained to her.
"Oh, Mom." Angela breathed a sigh of relief as she gave her mother a hug squeezing her against her chest.
"Now what are you doing raiding my closet?" Rosemary asked.
"Looking for something to wear, of course. I can't go out on the town looking like this." Angela said referring to her clothes that had changed with her, which were now her only clothes.
Rosemary crossed her arms. "Oh, no no no no no no no. You are not going anywhere, young lady."
"What?! You can't do that, I'm not..." Angela began argue.
"What, not a kid? Despite what you've done to yourself, you're still thirteen years old, Angela. Have you even dated yet? What kind of mother would I be if I let you run wild like that?"
Angela knew she was right, but pressed on. "I-it's the spell! This body! It sounds weird, but it craves attention! It took everything I had to sneak home unseen! I'll go crazy if I stay cooped up in this house! This isn't fair!" She tried to sulk, but ended up placing a hand on her hip, practically striking a pose.
Rosemary put a hand on her daughter's shoulder. "I think I understand, Angela. I was your age once. I was even the age you look now once. But there are dangerous people out there, and I'm not talking about the ones who are trying to take over the human world."
"I can take care of myself," Angela pouted.
"Says the witch who accidentally turned her self into an R. Crumb girl," Rosemary wryly shot back.
A smirk curled Rosemary's lips. Her mind scheming as she spoke. "What if I came along?"
"A chaperone? Eww!"
"Don't want your mom embarrassing you, eh? Then share."
"What are you talking about?"
"That spell of yours. You cast it once, you can cast it again. On me."
"On you? But why?"
"Well for one thing, I never had your figure at any age," Rosemary said, gesturing. "Second, I've been raising you and Damon alone for years. The very least I deserve is a night out. This way I'll know you're safe, and with my help you might actually know what you're doing out there."
Angela thought about it for a moment, and saw she didn't really have any other choice in the matter. "Okay, but I have one condition. You can't go around telling everybody you're my mom when we're out."
"Oh for Heaven's sake," Rosemary chuckled. "If this spell works, you'd better not slow me down!"
"Deal," Angela laughed, firmly shaking her mother's hand. "Okay now stand still, and I'll prepare the spell. It may feel a little strange."
"Please. I've given birth twice."
Later that night, Rosemary and Angela were strolling down the Underborough Square with their new looks. As they walked down the street, they pretended not to notice all the heads they were turning. Angela was sure she glimpsed Abigail Pale giving her husband a sharp elbow to the ribs.
"You loving the attention, Sis?" Rosemary asked Angela. Twin sisters was the agreed-upon backstory for the two young ladies.
"Oh, you know it. How about we go dancing at the Death Cycle and... see what happens?" Angela asked.
"Before I would've said no. But now? What the hell! Just remember to stay close and do as I tell you." Rosemary reminded Angela.
"You got it, Ro." Angela said as they entered the club for what was sure to be an exciting night.
Current Residence: Salem, MA|
Favourite genre of music: Alternative & Punk, at least according to iTunes
Operating System: Mac OS X
MP3 player of choice: iPod
Favourite cartoon character: (Dr.) Mr. Horse
Personal Quote: These sharks are on PCP!