glittering red dress that shifted to black while her hair was up in a tight bun.
"You're so loud," Professor Phoenix pointed out as the two of them made their way down to us.
"You don't complain when we're in bed," Miss Electra whined.
"Because I don't care if you're loud in bed," she replied. "There are soundproof walls."
"Those cheap walls don't do anything. Raphy heard us last time."
"Can you stop calling me that?" the man grumbled but Miss Electra laughed and looked over to him with an evil smile. "No."
He merely glared back at her and I noticed the suit jacket on Professor Phoenix's shoulders had to be his since he was now only wearing his black dress shirt to match his dress pants.
"We have to sit for us to depart," Professor Phoenix reminded.
"Vacation!" Miss Electra cheered and squeezed herself against Professor Phoenix as she hooked her arm around hers. "Do I get to see you in a bathing suit? Huh? Huh?"
"Why do I feel you're already trying to imagine that?"
"Because I am!"
"At least you're honest."
"Hehehe."
"Electra. Sit your ass down already," the man huffed.
"Make me." She turned her head to literally stick her tongue out at him. We all looked over to see his arched eyebrow and Miss Electra was soon hiding behind Professor Phoenix.
"Aurora! Raphy is bullying me with his world domination gaze," she whined.
Professor Phoenix merely rolled her eyes and looked at the man. "Raphael. Everything is set on the other end?"
"Yes," he calmly replied. "I ensured we'd be okay upon arrival."
"Good. I really want to enjoy summer vacation for once," she commented.
"I'll see to it that there are no disruptions," he assured her.
"Only because he has a big fat crush on you and can't be a man and say-" Miss Electra muttered until he was giving her that same scary look that had her quivering. "Aurora! I don't want to die today. I haven't been to Dubai in forever."
"Dubai?" a number of us declared and Miss Electra looked around at us.
"Oh. The letter didn't say the destination?"
"You were supposed to write that, Electra," Professor Phoenix pointed out.
"Oops. I forgot." Miss Electra laughed before she began to walk further down to her seat. "We're going to Dubai!"
Professor Phoenix smirked before checking to make sure we all had on our belts. "We'll discuss why we're heading to the city of luxury once we've reached a safe altitude. Just relax and enjoy this. Normally only gods are allowed to use this particular jet."
"Only gods?" we asked in awe and we all seemed to look at the Raphael man, who merely frowned at the spike in attention.
"Why does everyone do that when gods are mentioned?"
"Well duh!" Miss Electra called out from far down the lane. "You are one."
"That's not my point," he huffed.
"Your intimidating appearance gives off god vibes," Professor Phoenix elaborated before reaching for his hand. "Let's sit?"
"Hmph," he replied, but wrapped his hand around hers.
He has to be one of the men dating Professor Phoenix. Does that mean he's a god?
They made their way to their seats, and the jet began to prepare for take-off as it slowly moved towards the runway. We were offered our drinks, the cups magically designed to keep the liquid in the cup without the chance of spillage.
The attendant took the alcoholic beverage orders from Professor Phoenix before we were all buckled in. Jax ended up placing Fuwa in the front pocket of his golf shirt while I placed Elsa against my chest under my V-neck shirt.
Neither of them noticed as they were fast asleep, but I secretly admired Jax's protective move with Fuwa.
Lifting off was both exhilarating and scary. It wasn't like we hadn't been on a plane before, but this jet made the journey far smoother than those huge airplanes. The noise of the engines was softer, while the flow of it all was calming.
Never would I have thought we'd be going to Dubai. The revelation now made sense with the meals because it was definitely a long journey. Planes could easily use magic to speed the process, but magic required humans expelling loads of energy and everyone had a limit to their magic use. For longer flights, magic planes were fueled with the gathered energy, which merely cut the need to transfer planes for gas.
The flight attendant explained the general rules, where the washrooms and showers were, and that alcohol would be served throughout the flight. Our first meal would an array of appetizers such as calamari, nachos with various toppings, normal bread