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Rise of the Witches	By : Shaellin Category: +S through Z > Winx Club Views: 5202 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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By Eltf177, Lunaroki and Tante Carla
Disclaimer: We do not own Winx Club, nor do we make any profit from this story.
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Darcy and Blazer lay in bed together naked, each finishing the piece of fruit they had abandoned earlier when they had begun their love-making session. Blazer wiped a dribble of juice off her chin with her finger and licked it clean before Darcy could go after it like before.
“I’m sure glad your roommates haven’t shown up yet. I’m pretty sure we forgot to lock the door.”
Darcy took another small bite of her apple and grinned.
“Oh, I dunno about that. Having an audience could have been a lot of fun. We could have charged them admission to watch.”
Blazer gaped at Darcy in utter shock.
“Are you crazy? There’s no way I would have stuck around for that! I’d have grabbed my clothes and been out of here so fast all you would have seen was a blur.”
Darcy turned onto her side with a sexy, sultry smile and trailed her finger down the valley between Blazer’s tits.
“Oh really? Even faster than you jumped into bed with me?”
Blazer closed her eyes and gave a low moan as Darcy leaned in to teasingly twirl the tip of her tongue around her right nipple.
“Ooohh, Darcy!”
She opened her eyes and slammed her hand down on the mattress.
“Damn it! Why do you keep on doing that to me?”
Darcy glanced up at Blazer with a look composed of equal parts innocence, perplexity and mischief.
“Doing what?”
Blazer scowled back.
“You know damn well what! Turning me on! Making me want you! Making me feel things that are completely against my nature!”
Darcy’s expression turned serious as she laid a hand on Blazer’s shoulder.
“Alright look, I’ll admit to turning you on. I was raised to be an enchantress after all. That’s just what I do. But I don’t control what you want. You do. I only provide the temptation. You’re the one who chooses whether or not to be tempted by it. If you want what I’m offering that’s your choice to make.”
Blazer sat up angrily and folded her arms over her breasts.
“But that’s just it! It’s not my choice! I’m not a lesbian, damn it! I’m straight! I like guys! I don’t go for girls! I should never have fallen for your seduction.”
Darcy sat up and ran her hand up and down Blazer’s back.
“Are you sure about all that? ’Cause it sounds to me like the one you’re trying to convince is yourself.”
Blazer turned to Darcy with a desparate look.
“But I’m not supposed to like girls that way. That’s not who I am.”
Darcy raised her left hand from Blazer’s back to her left shoulder and placed her right hand on Blazer’s right shoulder. She smiled darkly as she leaned in close, pressing her breasts against Blazer’s back and side, bringing her face within inches of Blazer’s.
“Maybe you don’t know yourself as well as you think you do. Maybe you actually like girls as much as you like boys. Maybe you’ve been living in denial of your true self, trying to fit other people’s image of what you should be.”
She raised her right hand to stroke Blazer’s cheek.
“Maybe I was sent your way to teach you something new and exciting about yourself.”
Darcy half-closed her eyes seductively as she leaned her face closer to Blazer’s.
“Maybe you’re bi.”
Blazer felt as though she was lost in a mysterious fog as she watched Darcy’s face draw closer and closer. She was finding it difficult to focus on what was wrong with the things Darcy was saying.
“Maybe I’m bi… Do you really think I am?”
Darcy grinned teasingly.
“There’s one way to find out.”
She closed the remaining gap between them and pressed her lips softly to Blazer’s.
Blazer felt as though her head was spinning as she closed her eyes and returned Darcy’s kiss. It was crazy. It was impossible. It was all wrong. But she could no longer deny that she loved the things that Darcy was doing to her.
As she ran her hands through Darcy's long silky hair she realized that at some point during their kiss she had laid back down again and Darcy was now lieing half on top of her. Reluctantly, she broke off the kiss and pushed Darcy away from her, staring up at the lovely enchantress.
“Alright, maybe I’m bi. You could be right. But we’d better stop now. If we start all that again we’ll be late for dinner.”
Darcy grinned down at her.
“I don’t mind being a little late. We’ll just work up a bigger appetite.”
Blazer grinned and shook her head.
“We can’t. If we show up late people will start wondering what we’ve been up to.”
Darcy raised an eyebrow and smirked.
“So what? Let ’em wonder. Come on. Live a little. Where’s your sense of adventure?”
Blazer shook her head and sat up again.
“I think I used up all I had just asking you to have sex with me.”
Darcy took another bite from her apple core and grinned.
“If that’s your idea of an adventure stick around. I’ll show you what a real adventure is.”
Blazer rolled her eyes as she stood up off the bed.
“If picking arguments with seniors is your idea of adventure I think I’ll pass.”
Darcy rolled over on her side and gave Blazer a serious look.
“Are you still worried about that? Come on. I’m not stupid. I promise you I can handle those girls. Look, they’ll probably be there at dinner, right? I’ll prove it to you then. After dinner they won’t be after us anymore.”
Blazer turned to look back at Darcy.
“You’re that sure you can get them off our backs without us getting beaten up over it?”
Darcy nodded and raised herself up to a semi-reclining position.
“An enchantress has to be a student of human nature to get by. Trust me. After tonight the Hellions won’t be bothering us anymore.”
Blazer looked at Darcy doubtfully, then nodded.
“Alright, fine. We’ll give your plan a try. But right now, I need a shower.”
Darcy slid out of bed and came over to wrap her arms around Blazer.
“That sounds like a great idea. Think there’s room in there for two?”
Blazer caught her lower lip between her teeth and glanced at Darcy speculatively.
“I think we can squeeze in there somehow.”
*=*=*
Icy and Twister lay on Twister’s bed naked. After their shower the two crawled back into bed to await the dinner hour. *Funny, I never would have pegged Twister as a cuddler,* Icy thought as the two lay in one another’s arms, Icy playing with Twister’s hair. Of course, she’d have never thought the same of herself.

“Spell for your thoughts,” said Twister.

“Just thinking about things,” Icy replied.

Twister sat up in bed. “Icy, we’d better discuss your future here at Cloud Tower.”

Icy gave Twister a puzzled look. Twister continued.

“Icy, you got a taste of it earlier. Griffin knew damn well it was you freezing the upperclass girls. She deliberately chose not to do anything personally, knowing that Wind and the Wrecking Crew would do that for her. That’s the way things work around here.”

Icy growled. Twister ignored it and continued.

“And The Wrecking Crew isn’t even the Alpha Group here, that’s Dusty and The Hellion’s. They were trying to take on that enchantress at lunch until that crazy lightning witch took out Smokey and her Clique and turned the whole cafeteria upside-down.”

Icy said nothing, but the fire in her eyes seemed to be growing. Twister continued.

“Most of the upperclassmen went to Magix for the day. They’re back now, and I can guarantee you the story’s all over Cloud Tower by now. ‘There are freshies here who don’t know their place.’ You can be sure dinner will be their chance to show everyone just who’s in charge around here.”

“I’m not skipping dinner,” Icy said firmly.

Twister gave Icy a big hug. “I’d be shocked if you did. No, you have to go to save face. But it’s not going to be easy. You can bet Griffin, Ediltrude and Zarathustra are all going to be watching things very closely tonight. My advise to you is this, let Wind and the others make the first move. Prove you’re in control and can’t be goaded into reacting. I still can’t figure out why that crazy lightning witch got called into Griffin’s office when it was so damned obvious Smokey and her Clique started the whole thing.” Twister related the entire episode to Icy, smiling evilly when she mentioned Smokey’s bloody nose and Limey being knocked unconscious. “It’s about time someone put the Clique down. Still, there’s the Hellion’s and the Wrecking Crew out there, plus a few other small groups.”

“I’ll take care of them,” Icy said coldly.

“I’ve no doubt of that. But you’re not thinking this through clearly.”

“What do you mean?”

Twister got out of bed, walked in front of it and stood before Icy. She mumbled an incantation and her entire body seemed to glow. Suddenly Twister was gone and a medium-height, dark-haired boy was standing in her place, still totally naked.

“For stars sake, Twister, put some damn clothes on!”

The now-male Twister swayed her hips, allowing her dick to sway about. “Hey girl, nothing wrong with the package. It’s what it comes attached to that’s the problem!”

“Yeah, yeah, whatever!”

“You haven’t met my alter-ego, Samuel. He’s a part-time student at Red Fountain.”

Icy’s face dropped at this revelation. “Why, Twister?”

“As I told you, my father and four brothers are always getting into fights they don’t always win. Somebody needed to study strategy and tactics. Samuel was my way in.”

“Does anybody else know?”

“Nope. You’re the only person I’ve told. If I ever got caught my cover story was I was scouting out Red Fountain for a later raid. But as I said, somebody in the family needed to study the Art of War. And the professor over there is fantastic. He’s fond of quoting from an Earth Book, ‘The Art of War by Sun Tzu.’”

“You’ve learned a lot then?”

“I can tell you exactly what Professor Crestwell would say if he were here. ‘Young lady, you are looking at this as one battle; win it and total victory is yours. You could not be more mistaken. This will be a war, filled with campaigns and battles. Some you will win, some you will lose; the ratio depends on many factors. And you are in violation of Sun Tzu’s first rule.’”

“And what is that?”

“‘If you know your enemy and yourself, you need not fear a hundred battles.’ That’s your problem, Icy, you don’t know anything about the enemies you’ll be fighting.”

Icy thought about that for a minute. “Your Professor may be on to something there. Tell me more.”

Twister smiled. She mumbled another incantation and her natural female form reappeared, much to Icy’s relief. Twister slid back into bed with Icy and snuggled up to her. “There’s a lot to do; getting allies, supplies, areas of operation, areas to fortify, areas to avoid, propaganda…”

“Propaganda, what’s that?”

“The art of getting information out, your information. You know, that new enchantress would be perfect for this. She’s a natural at manipulating people!”

Icy warmed at this thought, she still wanted a taste of the enchantress. “Sounds like a good plan, Twister. I think you should be my general.”

Twister beamed at the compliment. “Of course, my emperor!”
Icy slipped from Twister’s grasp and got up. “Let’s get dressed and get to dinner. I’m starved and there’s some seniors who are going to get some bad news!”
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After a brief, playful shower, Darcy and Blazer dressed and headed down to dinner. They arrived to find the Hellions already seated at their customary table. As the pair entered the room, Boomer nudged Dusty's arm and pointed at them. All three girls turned to glare at them. Blazer stopped and shrank back a bit.
"They're already here. Maybe we should just skip dinner."
Darcy grabbed Blazer's wrist and led her onward.
"Don't be such a baby. We came here to settle this. Besides, if we ran now they'd just chase us again and catch us someplace where there aren't so many witnesses. Come on. They won't do anything to us until we sit down anyway."
Blazer didn't know what made Darcy so sure of that but it was small comfort even if it was true. Knowing you have a few last moments of peace before inevitable doom just gives one time to dread what's coming.
As they waited in line they came upon a couple of familiar faces seated near the serving line. It took Darcy a moment to realize it was the same two girls who she had accosted for help getting into her room earlier. They were sitting around chatting while they ate when the one with the café au lait skin and the dreadlocks noticed them. She pointed them out to her companion.
"Hey look Tish! It's that freshie who couldn't get into her room."
The girl with the fright wig hairdo and gothic dress turned to look.
"Well so it is. Hey four-eyes, nice glasses. They make it easier to enjoy the view from your perch on the side of the castle?"
Darcy quirked up one corner of her mouth in a humorless half smirk.
"Funny. You know, your talents are wasted on witchcraft. You oughta go into stand-up."
Blazer looked back and forth between Darcy and the other two in confusion.
"What's all this about a perch on the side of the castle?"
Darcy turned to face her.
"Nothing major. The castle just about killed me by making the door to my room open up onto the outside of the tower. That's all."
Blazer's eyes went wide upon hearing this. The other two girls laughed. The one with the white face paint waved her hand in a careless gesture.
"Nah! The castle wasn't trying to kill you! That was just its playful way of saying hello."
Her friend with the dreadlocks nodded in agreement.
"If you had fallen the castle woulda just reached out and caught you, like this."
She reached out and wrapped her hand around empty air, as if grabbing hold of something. At the same moment Darcy felt something latch onto her right wrist. Looking down she saw that a stone hand had extended forth from the wall and grabbed her wrist. Darcy struggled to wrench her arm free but the hand wouldn't budge.
"Hey! What gives?"
Blazer glared at the dark-skinned girl.
"That's enough Dusa. Let her go."
The dreadlocked girl gave Blazer a bored stare, then shrugged.
"Eh, whatever."
She opened her hand. At the same time the stone hand around Darcy's wrist came open. Darcy raised her arm to rub at her sore wrist as she watched the stone hand withdraw back into the wall it came from.
"Wow. That's some spell."
The goth girl smiled.
"That's Dusa's power, stone control. She can make solid stone move like it's alive and do whatever she wants."
Darcy raised an eyebrow.
"What kind of name is Dusa?"
Dusa crossed her arms and leaned back in her chair with a sour expression.
"It's short for Medusa. I thought about Rocky or Stoner but I like Dusa better. It's more original and it suits me."
She jerked her thumb at her black-garbed partner.
"That's Tish, short for Morticia. Some people also call her Vi, for Elvira."
Darcy folded her arms and smirked at the goth girl as she spoke in a deadpan voice.
"Gee. I can't imagine how you wound up with nicknames like those."
Tish glowered back at her.
"So what's your nickname anyway, freshie?"
Darcy shrugged.
"I don't have a nickname. You can just call me by my real name, Darcy."
Tish's eyes opened up wide in disbelief as she stared at Darcy with a big, gaping open-mouthed grin.
"Your real name? Ha! What a joke! No self-respecting witch goes by her real name!"
Darcy frowned back at her.
"Why not? I happen to like my name."
Dusa gave her a dubious frown.
"You're joking, right? Real names are so lame. When you become a witch you gotta choose a new name that tells people what you're really all about."
Darcy struck a thoughtful pose, crossing her left arm over her chest and placing her right index finger on her chin.
"Hmm… Well I'm all about seduction, mind control, dark magic in general. Dark… How about Darcy? Well what a coincidence. My new name matches my old one. Sounds like a keeper to me."
Seeing how mad this was making Tish and Dusa, Blazer pointed up ahead of them.
"Hey, look at that! The line's moving! Guess we'll see you girls later!"
Dusa called out to Blazer as she tried to push Darcy along.
"Hey Katie! Why're you hanging out with a freshman anyway? Your old classmates not good enough for ya anymore? Ditching us for a younger model?"
Darcy turned to grin at her before Blazer could reply.
"Maybe she just realized there are certain advantages to hooking up with an enchantress."
She gave a suggestive wink as she turned away. Her face turning as red as the streaks in her hair, Blazer quickly followed after her. She waited until they had loaded their trays and were looking for an empty table before she said anything more.
"What'd you have to go and say that for? You made it sound like we've been having sex!"
Darcy grinned at her ironically.
"In case you forgot, we have been having sex."
Blazer glared back at her.
"That doesn't mean you have to go advertising it all over school!"
Darcy pulled a face at her.
"You worry too much about whether people are gonna approve of your image. You should worry more about whether your image says you are easily swayed by other people's opinions or whether it says you are in charge of your own destiny."
Blazer said nothing, looking lost in thought. When they located a vacant table, Darcy set her tray down and turned to Blazer.
"I'm gonna go talk to Dusty. You might wanna come with."
Blazer, who had been just starting to sit down, looked up at Darcy in surprise.
"You're going over there now? And you want me to come with you?"
Darcy cocked an eyebrow and gave her a half-smirk.
"You'd rather wait and make them come to us instead? That's a rather bold move."
Blazer grimaced and stood back up again.
"You know I didn't wanna be around when you tried your plan to get the Hellions off our backs."
Darcy shrugged.
"Suit yourself, but how am I supposed to get them off your back if I go over there alone?"
Blazer scowled stubbornly for a moment, then her eyes went wide with apprehension.
"Hey wait a minute, you wouldn't throw me to the wolves to get yourself out of trouble, would you?
Darcy smirked wickedly.
"What's to stop me if you're not there to stick up for yourself?"
Blazer walked right up to Darcy and leaned toward her, their noses less than an inch apart.
"If I get buried under a pile of dust I am so gonna flambé your ass."
Darcy smiled impishly and gave Blazer a quick peck on the tip of her nose.
"You know you're cute when you're fiesty."
*=*=*
Dusty and her two friends watched as Darcy and Blazer walked over to an empty table and set their trays down. She couldn't wait to teach that smart-mouthed enchantress a lesson. Boomer's irritatingly high-pitched nasal voice cut through her contemplation of the things she was going to do to that little hussie.
"They're sittin' down now. Let's go get 'em!"
Dusty held up her hand to forestall her.
"Not just yet."
Boomer looked confused.
"Huh? But why not? It's the poifect time!"
Titania smacked Boomer in the arm.
"Don't question the boss. She knows what she's doing, even if you don't."
Boomer rubbed at the spot where Titania smacked her.
"Ow. Not so hard Tit. That hoit."
Titania's hand shot out toward Boomer's throat. It stopped five inches short, but when she clenched her hand Boomer could feel it closing around her neck.
"Call me that again and I'll make it hurt a lot worse!"
Dusty shot an irritated glance at her two companions.
"Cool it you two! I'm starting to get annoyed."
Titania promptly let go and bowed her head to Dusty.
"My apologies boss."
Boomer rubbed at her abused throat.
"Dang, I hate that air armor o' yours. I can never tell when you got it on."
Titania smiled coldly at her.
"That's the beauty of it. Nobody can tell."
Boomer stopped rubbing her throat and turned to Dusty expectantly.
"So what're we waiting for anyway?"
Dusty smiled coldly as Darcy and Blazer started toward them.
"That. I knew she'd come. Slitty's got more balls than brains."
Boomer stared in wide-eyed amazement.
"Well I'll be a monkey's uncle."
Titania sneered at her tauntingly.
"Next Transformations class I'll see if I can arrange that for you."
Boomer stuck her tongue out at Titania childishly. Just then Darcy walked up with an amused smirk, Blazer trailing behind her nervously.
"Nice tongue. You really shouldn't stick it out there unless you intend to use it though."
Boomer turned to Darcy with a surprised look, then went slightly cross-eyes as she looked down at the tongue that was still sticking out of her mouth. She quickly withdrew it and put her hand on the back of her head with an embarrassed chuckle. Titania slapped her hand to her forehead and shook her head in disgust. Dusty leaned forward with her arms on the table and a superior smirk on her face.
"So, finally came back to take your medicine, did you?"
Darcy shifted her weight to one leg and held out her hand in an offering gesture.
"Actually I came to apologize."
Blazer and Boomer wore identical looks of total surprise. Titania frowned disapprovingly. A contemptuous sneer appeared on Dusty's face.
"Hah! You think a mere apology is gonna cut it for dissing me like that? I'm not letting you off that easy."
Darcy just shrugged.
"Maybe not, but I still owe it to you. Sorry about earlier. I shouldn't have shot my mouth off like that. I had no idea you guys were the local bigwigs."
Boomer planted her hands on the table and shot up out of her chair angrily.
"What'd you just call us missy?!?"
Dusty and Titania each reached up to grab one of her shoulders and drag her back down into her seat. Dusty fixed her with a bored-looking stare.
"Calm down Boomer. That was a compliment. She's just saying we run things around here."
Boomer settled back in her seat looking mollified.
“Oh. Well that's different then.”
Out of the corner of her eye Darcy noticed Blazer shaking her head with her hand over her eyes. She decided she'd ask what that was about later.
“Yeah. Blazer was just telling me earlier how you completely kicked Tsunami's can in that upset battle last year. It sounded totally bad-ass. Wish I'd been around to see it.”
Dusty grinned in spite of herself.
“Heh. Yeah, that was a good one. Tsunami was tough but she just wasn't tough enough. I buried her but good.”
Darcy grinned back at her.
“It's so obvious why you girls rule this school. The clever, tough as nails leader, her hard-ass lieutenant, and … Well, I guess every great leader needs at least one brain-dead flunky to kick around.”
Boomer pointed at Titania and laughed.
“Ha ha! She got you there Titania!”
Titania glared back at her.
“She meant you, idiot!”
Boomer got a perplexed look on her face.
“Hah? She did?”
Her expression turned to anger and annoyance as she surged up out of her seat again.
“Why I oughta …”
Dusty flicked her eyes at Boomer for a moment.
“Sit back down, flunky.”
Boomer looked wounded and dismayed at what Dusty said for a moment, then sat back down with a truculent pout.
"I'm not a flunky. I'm keepin' a D average in all my classes. Well, except for Numerology. I never was too good with numbers."
Dusty gave Darcy a half smirk.
"You're not as dumb as I thought freshie. What's your name?"
Darcy combed back the hair on the right side of her face with her fingers.
"It's Darcy."
Dusty nodded.
"You just might have a future here Darcy. Hey Katie!"
Blazer looked startled to be addressed by name. She stepped forward a little nervously.
"Y-yes?"
Dusty shifted her gaze to Blazer.
"You keep showing this newbie the ropes. Teach her how things work around here. If you're lucky maybe you'll pick up a thing or two from her too."
Blazer looked dumbfounded.
"You mean you're letting us go?"
Dusty leaned back in her chair casually.
"Let's just say I'm putting the two of you on probation. Mess with me again and you won't get off so easy. Now get outta here."
Blazer grabbed Darcy's wrist and turned back toward their table.
"C'mon. Let's go before she changes her mind."
Darcy held back a moment to grin and wave goodbye.
"Catch you later Dusty."
Dusty smirked back.
"Later freshie."
As the two girls moved off Titania raised an eyebrow at Dusty.
"So what was that all about? You didn't dust them or anything."
Dusty turned a smug grin on her dark-haired table mate.
"That new girl is slick. She knew all the right things to say to smooth things over with me."
Boomer turned a surprised look on her leader.
"Ya mean she played ya?"
Dusty's brow furrowed slightly in annoyance but she continued to grin.
"No, but I'll let her think she did. She deserves that much for her little performance. We're going to have to keep an eye on her. She doesn't play by the normal rules."
Titania rested her elbows on the table and pointed her finger at Dusty.
"Sounds to me like you kinda like her."
Dusty just shrugged.
"She's interesting, not like the rest of the losers around here. Putting her in her place is going to be a challenge, one I'm really gonna enjoy."
Boomer got a big grin on her face as she nudged Titania with her elbow.
"Aaaw! Sounds like the boss is kinda sweet on 'er."
Dusty stopped grinning and narrowed her eyes at Boomer.
"No, but I'll tell you who is sweet on her: Katie."
Boomer's eyes flew open wide with shock at Dusty's allegation.
"Hah?!? No way!! Katie ain't no lesbo!"
Dusty grinned knowingly.
"Think what you like, but she's showing serious signs of falling for that girl. She's only known her for one day and already Darcy's got her tagging along behind her like a puppy. That's not the Blazer I remember from last year. She's whipped. Pussy whipped."
Boomer shook her head vehemently.
"Eh-uh! No way! I'm tallin' ya, Katie just ain't like that!"
Dusty leaned back in her chair with a big grin.
"Heh. You'll see. If that enchantress hasn't gotten her in bed already you can bet she will before the week's out."
Her grin turned smug and taunting as she leaned toward Boomer.
"That girl Darcy has gotten her hooks in your sister bigtime."
*=*=*
As they reached their table and sat down Blazer turned to Darcy.
"That was amazing! You got Dusty to let us go without beating us up or anything! I never would have believed it. I thought sure we'd both wind up eating dust for dinner."
Darcy grinned as she started in on her salad.
"Just a little applied psychology. Bullies basicly wanna be respected and admired. If they can't get that they'll settle for being feared. I just gave her what she really wanted. It cost me nothing and the results speak for themselves."
Blazer cut into her meatloaf thoughtfully.
"So you used flattery to butter her up? Just sort of stroked her ego until she purred?"
Darcy shrugged as she stuck a fork in her bean casserole.
"Sort of, but I'm pretty sure she knew what I was doing."
That statement caught Blazer with her fork in her mouth and a stunned look on her face. She swallowed quickly.
"Wait, wait. She knew? She knew you were trying to manipulate her and she still let us go?"
Darcy shrugged.
"I think she just liked my style. I was working on a very careful balance between laying it on as thick as possible, keeping it sincere and believable, and maintaining my own dignity at the same time. I think I impressed her enough to let us slide this time, but that's a trick that won't work twice."
Blazer took a sip of her soda.
"Yeah, no joke. Let's not go giving the Hellions any more reasons to pound us, okay? You were really asking for it the way you kept insulting Boomer back there."
Darcy grinned as she dug into her melon slice.
"Boomer is no big deal. She's on Dusty's leash. As long as Dusty likes me she won't let Boomer do anything."
She pointed at Blazer with the chunk of melon slice on the end of her fork.
"Speaking of Boomer, what's your connection with her? You seemed to take it kind of personally when Boomer embarrassed herself by mistaking my compliment for an insult."
Blazer stopped with her fork halfway to her mouth, then lowered it to her tray and sighed.
"I guess you were bound to find out sooner or later anyway. The thing is, Boomer's my big sister."
Darcy chewed an asparagus stalk thoughtfully.
"Sisters, huh? That would explain why you two look so much alike, but what's with the accent? She doesn't sound like you at all."
Blazer pushed her tray aside and folded her arms on the table.
"Our parents divorced when we were both pretty young. Dad took Tiffany and Mom got me. So Tiff picked up Dad's accent and I didn't."
Darcy raised an eyebrow.
"Wait. Boomer's real name is Tiffany? I can see why she'd prefer Boomer."
Blazer glared at Darcy as she shook her finger in her face.
"Don't you DARE call her Tiffany to her face! If she finds out I let her real name slip she'll blast me through a wall!"
Just then a hush fell over the cafeteria. Looking around, Darcy spotted the white-haired girl from the assembly just walking into the room.
"Speaking of collateral damage, look who just walked in."
Blazer jerked her thumb at another table.
"Looks like the Wrecking Crew just noticed her too."
Darcy raised an eyebrow.
"The Wrecking Crew?"
Blazer nodded.
"Runners-up to the Hellions for most feared gang in school. Before the assembly I heard that they were the first ones to get frozen."
Darcy winced.
"Sounds like we're gonna see some fireworks tonight after all."
*=*=*
As the pair walked up towards the cafeteria door Icy stopped. “What’s up?”, asked Twister.

“You go in now, I’m going in alone.”

Twister scowled at that but Icy insisted. “They all need to see I’m not afraid of them.”

Twister knew Icy wouldn’t be talked out of this, so she went in.
Icy waited a few minutes, then walked in. A sudden hush fell over the entire cafeteria as heads turned in her direction. Icy never wavered but walked over, got a tray and started choosing an evening meal. She could feel eyes watching her but she ignored them.

When she was done she deliberately ignored Twister and chose an empty table in a corner. She might prove she wasn’t afraid but she wasn’t about to give anyone a free shot at her back. The cafeteria slowly came back to life and no one seemed to be paying much attention to her. Icy was surprised at this but was grateful for the small favor. She had missed lunch due to her beating at the hands of the Wrecking Crew and was glad to be able to finish a meal.

Of course, the scrying spells might have had something to do with that. She felt at least two while walking around and figured there was at least one more out there.

She looked around while eating. She saw the enchantress sitting on the other side of the room together with an older girl, blonde with red streaks in her hair. She also saw what she assumed was the Hellions, watching them as well. Further scrutiny of the room revealed the Clique, who were apparently on the lookout for that crazy lightning witch who’d shown them up at lunch.

And there they were, the Wrecking Crew. Wind’s face had a look of pure anger on it, and the rest of her posse didn’t seem much happier. Icy continued to eat, waiting for what she knew was coming.

Icy was surprised when she found her tray empty. She was still hungry, in fact, so she decided to go for seconds.

While getting her food she felt a tingle. She casually looked around and saw a puddle of green slime on the floor next to her feet. Another casual glance showed the member of Wind’s crew known as CP to be grinning. *Probably some kind of algae*, Icy thought.

Icy played it out, deliberately taking her time selecting items for her tray. Finally Wind and Sandy started walking her way. It was the opportunity Icy was waiting for as she turned, stepped and ‘slipped’ on the slimy floor. She managed to catch herself but, ‘most unfortunately’, her tray flew towards Wind and Sandy, covering them both in food. *Stars, I’m glad I got the soup!*, Icy thought, trying hard not to laugh.

Wind and Sandy were screaming as they marched up to Icy. “I’ll get you for this, bitch! Clean me up!”, Wind yelled.

“Clean it yourself, this wasn’t my fault.”

“You threw the food!”

“No, I slipped. Blame whoever didn’t clean the floor.”

“You will clean me!”

Icy stood back and folded her arms. “I don’t think so”, she said in a calm voice.

Wind was getting ready to cast a spell when Griffin and Ediltrude walked in. “Is there a problem, ladies?”, Griffin asked.

“No, Miss Griffin. There isn’t. As I was telling Wind here, it wasn’t my fault I slipped.”

Griffin looked at the slime on the floor and looked in CP’s direction to see CP trying to hide behind the rest of the Wrecking Crew. She and Ediltrude looked at one another, then starting walking away.

“Sorry about your clothes, Wind”, Icy taunted in a low voice. “But don’t worry, I’m sure Alfea will be having another rummage sale soon!”
Wind let out a scream of fury as Sandy summoned a pile of sand which Wind then picked up and threw at Icy. Everyone in the general area was hit by it. Icy had to turn around to avoid getting any in her face.

Griffin turned around. “Wind, stop that now!”, she ordered. She then turned to Icy. “Young lady, my office, NOW!”

Icy laughed at Wind as she walked past her following the Cloud Tower Headmistress towards her office.
When they arrived they all walked in. Griffin sat behind her desk and motioned for Icy to sit while Ediltrude stood on one side. Icy sat down.

“What am I going to do with you, Icy? You seem determined to cause trouble. Perhaps some time in detention will cool your temper.”

Icy was shocked. “Me? I didn’t start this, Wind did!”

“Nevertheless, you fought and will be punished.”

“Then get Wind and Sandy’s asses in here, they deserve the same fate as me!”

Griffin shook her head.

Icy stood up. “What the hell sort of justice is this? I was attacked and I’m the one who’s punished?!”, she yelled as she leaned over and stuck her face up to Griffin’s.

“Behave yourself, or I’ll double your punishment.”

“Not a chance!”, Icy yelled. She turned around and stormed out the door. Ediltrude was going to demand Icy come back but Griffin just waved her hand. “Don’t bother. There’s a spell on the door, she can’t leave.”

Ediltrude scowled. “I hate when you do this.”

Griffin smiled. “I have to know just how far I could push some of these students. It’s important for me to know which ones have hair-trigger tempers. You know as well as I do that Cloud Tower has always been under scrutiny as we train witches. This doesn’t sit well with a lot of people. And as the previous headmistress used to say; ‘angry fairies break daddy’s credit card, angry witches break heads.’”

Griffin waited until Icy came back in, then continued. “You’re right, you didn’t start the fight and won’t be punished, for that. As for the freezing’s earlier… well, I think two days detention for that is well deserved. You may go, you’ll get details of your detention later.” She waved her hand to release the spell on the door.

Icy walked out, watched by Griffin and Ediltrude. After she left Ediltrude turned to Griffin. “What about that Stormy girl?”

Griffin smiled. “She also didn’t start her fight, and if she had stood up for herself I would have let her slide on that. But Stormy was positive I was going to expel her. I wouldn’t, of course, not over something so trivial. I don’t want her to leave. That girl has a lot of potential if she can just control herself. Discipline will be hard with that one, but a little self-control will help her immensely. The same goes for Icy.”

Years later she would remember this conversation as one of the biggest mistakes of her life.
*=*=*
With a growling, aching stomach, Amanda swept the floor of the library. Luckily for her, the castle had stopped joking since her rage earlier. Leave it to Amanda to scare even a castle off…
How much longer does this have to take, she thought. At least that psychic-wannabe loser hasn’t returned after dinner, probably went out to make new friends.
Amanda’s mind trailed back to the interrogation that took place two hours earlier. That girl knew exactly where to hit her…
And then to even assume that she would be lonely, that whole idea was ridiculous and preposterous. She was NOT lonely, she didn’t need anyone. People didn’t like Amanda and Amanda didn’t like people. That’s the way it was, that’s the way it always would be…
She suddenly pictured her faceless roommates… Oh my God, she thought, what if that Jenny… Amanda shook her head, no that would be too cruel a fate…
She only hoped that her roommates left her alone and stayed out of her way… then everything would be fine, no one would get hurt…
Amanda stretched her aching back and almost had a heart attack when someone spoke to her.
“You can stop now.” Griffin had decided that detention had gone on long enough. She stepped over to the purple haired witch and handed her an apple. “For missing dinner.”
Amanda wrinkled her nose. “An apple?”
“A good witch needs to stay healthy,” was Griffin’s statement.
“Witch, yeah, but I’m no rabbit.” But hungry as she was Amanda brought the apple closer to take a bite. Griffin snatched it from her before she could take the bite.
“Very well then, have a good night’s rest…Oh, and don’t tear your roommates to shreds…”
Amanda gaped as Griffin walked away with HER apple and stamped in anger.
Goddammit, what to do now… To the dorm then? Gods… she had to meet her roommates, something she wasn’t looking forward to…
In her self-pity, she almost walked past a door signed ‘Kitchen’. She stared at the door for a second, then checked to see if the coast was clear. She quickly rapped the door to see if the kitchen was empty as well. Only when she was sure, she slipped in.
Amanda took a few seconds to adjust to the darkness, only a faint light crept in from the two small windows.
With her hands in front, to make sure she wouldn’t bump into something, she walked towards the soft humming sound of the fridge. When she felt the door softly vibrating under her palms, she sighed contently.
She found the handle and gave it a pull. A bright light engulfed the darkness, and Amanda looked over her shoulder before digging in.
She searched the boards over her head for bread, using the light from the fridge to see where she was going.
She placed two slices on the table and started her preparations, a big layer of mayo, some cheese, ham, salad, tomatoes and of course eggs. She had trouble to keep all this stuff between her slices of bread when she finally took a big bite, like only a starving wolf would.
She ignored the tomato juice, mixed with mayonnaise, that ran down her chin. She was too much in a hurry to pocket some extra hardboiled eggs and wrap some cheese.
It was then she heard a door open. She froze on the spot and looked over her shoulder as she heard a trolley being pushed inside. Amanda stood still, hoping she wouldn’t be noticed, but no luck today.
She suddenly stood eye to eye with the cleaning lady. The old woman was about to raise her broom to chase the girl out when Amanda grabbed her sandwich. As fast as the wind could carry her, she ran out the kitchen. Too bad she had to leave the cheese.
TO BE CONTINUED
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