Magic in my Spark

"Wow." Gardenia responded to Megatron's descriptively violent battles. His plan of scaring the little fleshbag isn't going as well as he hoped. She seemed unfazed like it was a conversation with energon and oil cakes. Even his fellow Decepticons are quiet. Maybe the fleshbag could be useful to his cause when he's finally able to move.

"You're not qualified to be a therapist, fleshbag."

"Yeah, I know. I'm not licensed to be one."

If Megatron was in his bot form he would've blinked at the witch. "How anyone has not killed you out of annoyance, I don't know."

***

It was time for the trine's flight again and Gardenia had, once again, chosen to fly in Thundercracker. She ignored Skywarp's whining and looked out the window at the few clouds in the blue sky. There were a few birds flying and the trinemates were in formation with Starscream in the front, Skywarp on the left behind Starscream, and Thundercracker on the right behind Starscream. Since it's been a smooth flight, Gardenia took off her seatbelt and walked to the other side to watch Skywarp doing some barrel rolls.

"Hey Cracker?"

"What?" Thundercracker had resigned himself to be called Cracker that it doesn't faze him anymore.

"Tell Skywarp to be careful of the birds. He's going to crash into one."

"What do you mean? I don't see any birds!" Skywarp's voice came from the comms. "Don't worry, as if-" Skywarp's voice cut off with a squawk.

"...Dumbaft." Thundercracker muttered.

"I heard that!"

**

"How can they be so daft? It's like I have to do everything myself!" Megatron complained.

"Sometimes, you do have to do everything yourself or leave it to someone who's capable." Gardenia thought of Harry and how he had friends and allies that helped him defeat Voldemort and overcome numerous obstacles. "Or you could spend time training or have someone competent to train the soldiers. Maybe make some programs to have them learn? Sprinkle some compliments in and act like you care about them and morale will be high." It's not that different from how Hogwart students prepared themselves for war. Despite being from different Houses, they all are against a common enemy so they watch out for each other when they can.

"Oh, I didn't know you had it in you!" Megatron smugly said. "You can make a decent Decepticon with your manipulation tactics!"

Gardenia rolled her eyes. "Sure, fine."

None of them noticed Jazz creeping away.

*

"Little witch! Please don' be tempted ta be a Decepticon!" Jazz confronted Gardenia with a pleading look.

The young witch stared at Jazz with a deadpan. "Were you listening in on the therapy session?"

"Ya see..." Jazz panicked.

"Just don't do that again. That's a violation against their privacy. I'm going to have to report that to Optimus."

"No! I'll be good! I won't listen in again!" It was a comical sight for the soldiers to walk into the rec room and see a giant mechanical being pleading to a tiny human child.

Of course, Jazz would find himself in a horrible amalgamation of colors when he woke up. Gardenia's spell was going to change his paint color to pink but magic and technology doesn't always work. (She was lucky her spells worked in Mission City.) She had to admit she didn't think this was the result but it's satisfactory.