Female Inflation

"And you brought me all the way to this abandoned hangar… why, exactly?"  Troy glanced left and right, looking at the barren walls of what was once a storehouse for small planes at the long-closed local airport.  The sound of Jasmine's melodic giggle snapped him out of his contemplation.

“You have wronged me and the court,” the king bellowed, his voice echoing through the filled throne room. The lords and ladies of the court stood around, all glaring at the fellow in the center of the room. At the head of the room, the king and queen sat, resplendent and handsome. To the queen’s right sat her daughter, the princess. The young woman, having just seen her twenty-first name day, sat primly, yet could not help wiggling her fingers at the man in the middle. “The kingdom despises you, sir. Were it up to me, you would be put to death.

Abbie knew she should not be here. Students of the New York Academy of Magic were never allowed in the lower floors of the building unsupervised, much less in the restricted Transcripts Room in the middle of the night. In the petite, auburn-haired girl’s hand was a transcript forged to more ‘accurately’ reflect her academic ability; her grades were just below that of her despised rival Natalie, which was, of course, unthinkable. “If they won’t recognize my excellence,” Abbie thought, “then I’ll do it for them.” She pocketed the forgery and went off in search of her records.