“…R-Ray, Raaaaaaayyyyy (TxT)”

“Sleipnir. Whatever you do. Don’t – ever – move. Please”

It wasn’t a battle in the sky where a certain Canadian Witch and a Canadian Pilot were taking part right now. Instead, they were given a high priority reconnaissance mission to locate a hidden German Airbase in the mountain ranges of Belgium. They were able to track the footprints to a Caslte in Belgium, and were able to infiltrate the hidden base stored under the grounds of the castle

But they stumbled onto a proplem. It was a trap mine in the shape of a china plate that was particularly left sitting on the floor, in an open hallway. No, as much as it was Greek Custom to smash plates in celebration of an important event or wedding – this was no Greek Wedding. And neither was it something involving the Jewish culture crushing a glass cup.

It was really a regular looking china plate left on the rich velvet rug inside of the Belgium Castle. But its function wasn’t to hold a cup for a tea party. Not when magic exists in this global warfare.

“R-Ray-Ray. Wh-what do I do? You need to dismantle the bomb, but only I can do it with my Anti-magic spell! I-I can’t move to even look!”

“I’m completely aware of the situation but it can’t be helped. It’s only just us and I’m no Magician. And no matter how much I look at this so called magic mine, it’s still a plate. There’s no way I could disconnect non-existent blue or red wires with a wirecutter!”

“S-still, you have to figure out a way to rescue meeeeee! M-my legs are too precious! I don’t want to spend the rest of my life being called the Hobbler!”

“…I-if worse comes to worse, I know an Italian Prosthetic maker who owes me some favours..”

“…………..”

“…Sorry. It was a bad joke. Please don’t cry.”

The Canadian Pilot and Canadian Witch were trying to sneak into the castle’s security system, to confirm the existence of German and Austrian-Hungarian activity. Since there were reports of the enemy holding allied magicians and soldiers as prisoners, they were specifically dispatched to confirm the information.

Once they realize the intel was true, that allied magicians and soldiers were being used as tokens in a potential ransom exchange, they were planning of escaping with the pictures and send them to the nearest headquarters to notify Allied Command. That way, they would begin rescue operations with a proper special force post-haste.

However, upon walking out of the hallways, that same Canadian Witch stepped onto the top of a tea saucer that she didn’t notice lying on the ground. When she realized it was laced with magic, she did not dare move as if her life depended on it.

“Do something, Ray-Ray! Do something! Anything!”

“Y-you said this was fixed with a pressure sensitive spell, and some sort of light spell. Right? I don’t understand it from your perspective, but essentially if you try to move your foot off and away, either the pressure pad or the activating of light will trigger the explosives.”

“Uuuuuh.”

“Nodding at a crticial time isn’t helping me one bit, Sleipnir.”

Raymond Collishaw was not a Demolitions Experts. He was a pilot, he knew squat about disarming a mine, bomb, or booby trap leading to high end explosive. Please don’t misunderstand, he knew what a blasting cap was to a stick of dynamite. He just didn’t know how to break it down into harmless pieces like a modern day EOD tech. Also, he didn’t have those special bomb jackets that would be suitable at a time like this…That, or have any clue how to ‘disarm’ a procelain plate meant to hold a tea cup.

“…Pressure sensitive, light senstivie…I think I have an idea. But.”

“Uweh?”

“I… need your corset.”

“…………….. Weh?”

There was a perfectly good vase nearby on display in the hall. It looked like one of the many stolen treasures that Imperial Germany had ransacked in their initial invasion. It looked expensive, and rather large, but maybe it was too heavy to simulate the weight of a half-stepped foot. Also it lacked coverage to achieve the ‘light sensitive’ requirement.

Then there was the tapestry that carried the blazing emblem of the Belgium Family that once lived in the castle prior the Germans taking it over. But even if it can cast a wide range of shadow, it lacked the right weight. In this scenario, what could truly achieve the requirement of both ‘weight of a half-step’ and ‘light senstivie coverage’ as one thing. Oddly, it was the witch’s corset. It had the weight and it was wide enough. It matched all requirements.

“……I promise I’ll look away.”

“I-I…I can’t doo it. I-I’m too scared to move thouuuuuugh.”

“…….Cr*p.”

A perfectly solution, but was not well thought through. Unfortunately, as this was a life and death situation, and the intelligence they acquired must be reported back to base… what was done was done. 30 minutes later, a certain Canadian Pilot would be walking out rubbing his hands to erase a sensitive feeling. Following closely behind him in the rain was a certain Canadian Witch. She was hugging her small body for some reason, as if gravity was playing a mean trick on her womanly heart.

“……..”

“…….”

“…..R-Ray-Ray…D-do you want your coat back. I-it’s raining.”

“…… You keep it. It makes my heart feel at ease for... I'm sorry..”

“…………………...... I...I'm glad it's just you...Thank you.”

What happened in that German controlled Belgium Castle, stays in that German controlled Belgium castle. But, anyone could clearly see the small smile on a certain witch's face, as she holds the boys hand under the heavy rain.