olebookandcandle:

reginamills-yourqueen:

olebookandcandle:

Colin was still trying to work the kinks out of his new teleporting potion, his old one was pricey, and since the move, money wasn’t a something to squander. He still had some of the original brew as a back up should his other potion send him gods know where. So he dropped the new vial of teleporting potion, and hoped for the best as he thought of ten feet infront of his desk. But instead he felt a strange tugging feeling as space warped before him and he was sent flying anywhere but ten feet infront himself.

Regina strolled down the streets of Storybrooke twirling her skeleton keys. She was on her usual night stroll. She wasn’t the mayor anymore, but she still liked to check on the town. And, since the Archie incident, it was better for her to stay hidden, so she decided to go at night. However, she was thrown off guard when a man flashed before her eyes. What the hell was he doing here? How did he get here? Irritated, she stormed up to her and forcefully tapped him on the shoulder. “And, just what do you think you’re doing?” she hissed, eyes beaming in the moonlight. 

“Gods above and below…when will I get this damned…oh…hello,” Colin kinda shrunk when he noticed that someone had seen him pop in and the first question out of her mouth was ‘what are you doing?’ He thought that like the other people it would be, what are you, are you a ghost, or the orginal scream while running away. “I was…just…um,” he stammered as he tried to think of something to explain how he had…appeared.

Regina stopped in her tracks and smirked devilishly as she saw the foreigner cower slightly. Good, she though, crossing her arms over her chest. She always preferred fear in her presence. So, as he struggled for words, she took a purposeful step toward him and raised a brow. “Magic, dear?” she half snickered, tilting her head.