Chaos and Order - A Multiverse Fanfic

Darcie thought against wording out her unnerving thoughts, leaving it to her mentor to bring up the topic by herself when the time comes.

As they kept chatting, time and distance lost meaning to them.

Only when Madam Villanelle stopped did Darcie realize that there was someone else who was standing on the path.

It was an old man, lean, but not weak of the build. He was bald and had a light white beard.

And he was holding a broom.

"Good morning, Sir Loras Maddock," Madam Villanelle greeted. "Darcie, Sir Loras is the pioneer in researching broomsticks, and has good contacts in the outside world."

"Good morning, Sir," Darcie greeted.

"Haha!" Sir Loras laughed, his tone quite girlish. "How familiar are you with flying, young lady?" he asked, measuring Darcie up and down. "Can you handle yourself at high speeds?"

Darice dare not overstate her abilities. "I think I am passable," she said.

"Don't undersell yourself, Darcie," Madam Villanelle said, feigning anger. "She is more than passable, Sir Loras. Is this the new broom you have been researching in the last few years?"

"It is," Sir Loras nodded. "It still needs a lot of work, but safety-wise there are no issues. How about the young lady here trying it, huh? If you have brought her, then she should be able to carry herself accordingly, right?"

Darcie frowned inwardly. It didn't seem that Sir Loras approved of her being here at all.

She wasn't displeased, though. Darcie didn't need to prove herself to others. But if needed and asked, then she would be happy to do so, anyway.

Madam Villanelle's thoughts weren't far from Darcie's, as shown by the pressing of her brows. "Have you given a name to this broom, Sir Loras?"

The broom indeed looked like a product just out of the oven.

Even then, it was a piece of art. It had slick twigs, footrests, and a polished, aerodynamic staff.

Darcie had never seen such an impressive broomstick. She imagined her brother seeing this, and the clamor he would raise in front of their father to get this.

"Hmm," Sir Loras looked thoughtful for a moment. "I think we will call it… Firebolt!"

Firebolt. Darcie etched the name in her mind.

"I am sure it will be a state-of-the-art racing broom." Madam Villanelle said, giving a push to Darcie.

The young Malfoy walked ahead, and under Sir Loras' penetrating gaze, she took the broom off his hand.

The first feeling she had when she gripped the handle was light. Darcie felt like she could easily stir the broom with her merest thought.

"I have a location charm placed on it," Sir Loras explained. "So, we will know where you are, if needed. Villanelle, your broom…"

"No need," Madam Villanelle shook her head. She then flicked her wand, and a broom came flying out of the distant village.

It didn't look as grand as the one in Darcie's hand, but it was a finished product, at least.

"Let's go, Darcie," Madam Villanelle said, immediately taking the broom to the sky.

Darcie took a deep breath and mounted on the broom, feeling like an unfortunate test pilot.

However, the moment she willed, stirring the broom up, the wind whistled in her ears.

A scream escaped Darcie's throat but got buried by the gusts of wind and the howling noise of the broom. It was just too fast.

Madam Villanelle shouted something, but Darcie had already crossed her.

And only when she approached clouds did she find the strength to lower the broom's speed. Her heart was pounding.

Madam Villanelle caught up with her and came to hover at her side.

"That old man is crazy!" she spat. "If you can't handle it, then you can exchange it for a different broom, Darcie. No need to feel the responsibility of proving anything to him. Believe me."

Darcie shook her head absentmindedly.

She had underestimated the broom's speed and acceleration.

Darcie took another deep breath, closing her eyes and calming her mind.

Wind. Moisture. Chirps and cries. Her mentor's breath and shock. She felt it all.

A smile surfaced on her lips unknowingly.

There were no more words and screams.

Darcie sensed the power hidden in the broom, the comfortable charms, and the near-perfect precise controls.

And the incomplete Firebolt slithered, cutting the skies of the mythical island.

A blurry streak of radiance cut apart the clouds, whirling, swirling, and slithering in the sky, with a smile on its face.

Darcie knew the taste of freedom. But how sweet it could become? This she didn't know.

Today, she got a hint.

Darcie felt herself one with the incomplete Firebolt.

With her one thought, the broom spun, turning on the spot without losing its momentum.

With her another thought, its gear spun in reverse, instantly backing up. Even if she didn't have wings on her back, Darcie didn't mind it at this moment.

Then there was the vastness.

When one stood on the cobbled path, one could see the distant sceneries as if they were projected on the walls at the edges of the path, just like a TV screen.

Only when one truly left the path, leaving those unseen walls, did one see the genuine grandness of this island.

The earth, forests, and ranges of rocky, snowy, and naked mountains stretched endlessly under Darcie.

She came to a rest midair, took a whiff of the fresh air and cloudy mist, and observed the beauty of this divine land.

From behind, Madam Villanelle came flying, her mouth hung open and her eyes wide.

She seemed to have lost her voice as she looked at Darcie, and only after several seconds of gusty silence did she say something. "… you are a natural, aren't you?"

"I enjoy flying," Darcie said, not hiding anything.

The wind wasn't strong up here, despite their height.

Darcie had a woolen hat over her head and winter clothing, and her long white-golden hair swayed lightly as she kept taking deep breaths, calming her wild emotions and heart.

If it wasn't for the charm placed by Madam Villanelle, her hat would have already fallen off.

"What about the broom?" the older witch asked, eying the ebony handle with a newly found gleam.

Darcie's eyes were already shining, but ultimately she shook her head.

"There are some problems," she told her mentor. "Braking Charm can be improved, and they can lower the intensity of Cushioning Charm to increase the turning speed. Acceleration is superb, but there are issues with continuous stops and changing trajectories while accelerating."

Madam Villanelle no longer even dared to find how Darcie's mind operated.

As of this moment, the reincarnated biblical witch just accepted it.

Darcie was the most outstanding and generations-surpassing witch of her time, and normal reasoning wouldn't work if one tried to figure out her thoughts.

"Well, you can throw these points at Sir Loras' face later," Madam Villanelle giggled. "Now come with me. I know some great nesting areas. And try not to outrun me. God knows I can't catch up with you on this broom of mine."

Darcie gave a solid nod.

Madam Villanelle took the lead, then.

The two witches flew into the sky, heading deeper into the mythical island. Darcie gazed at the land underneath and found many magical creatures running around in hordes.

It was then her mentor's voice entered her ears.

"The best pet is one which is not only fated with you, but it also must have the ability to travel long distances," Madam Villanelle told her, her voice booming through the air magically. "That's why the flying-type magical creatures are preferred the most."

After 15 minutes of smooth flight, Madam Villanelle brought Darcie to the foot of a dormant volcano.

The scenery was lush green here, with patches of grassland running far and wide.

A small lake rested in the middle of this grassland, and on the bank of this lake was a Chinese parasol tree.

It was near this tree that the witches landed.

Madam Villanelle slid down her broom and let it fall to the ground.

Darcie threw herself off, too. But her broom didn't fall, and instead hovered at a mounting height over the ground.

They came to a stop under the shadow of the tree.

Darcie felt like asking what they were waiting for, but as she saw the serene smile on her mentor's face, she kept her lips shut tight as well.

And soon she got to know the reason behind the smile.

The sound reached her ears with a majesty of its own.

Cryyyyyyyyyy!

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