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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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Chapter List
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After leaving the dining hall Icy and Darcy went their separate ways. Icy’s first class was Potions with Professor Bittersmoke. She entered the lab, found a seat up front and sat down.

Icy saw what she assumed to be Professor Bittersmoke enter, and she wasn’t impressed. A short man, badly dressed. And after two minutes she knew he was not going to be a good teacher. Icy had “Knowledge is Power” drummed into her since she was young. But she doubted she’d learn much from this old fool. Still, she tried to pay attention.
Ten minutes later even that had faded. This doddering wreck was without doubt one of the worst teacher’s she’d ever seen, losing his concentration constantly and repeating himself.
Icy switched to Plan B. She shifted in her chair to get a good look at her classmates. She hoped that one or two might prove good candidates for her plans to take on the Wrecking Crew and the other Cloud Tower gangs. She wasn’t disappointed.
Sitting towards the back of the room was a goth-looking witch. She was tall and thin with long, purple hair. She too looked bored and was staring out the window. Icy made a mental note to find out who she was and talk with her later. There were a couple of other possible candidates as well.
Finally the bell rang…

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Darcy glanced around the classroom as she sauntered in. Checking out the scene was an important skill for an Enchantress, as was taking note of the people in it. She was sizing up the others in the room when she spotted a familiar face. It took her a moment to place her as the freshman from the orientation assembly the day before, the one Blazer had pegged as a psychic. At the time Darcy hadn't gotten more than an impression of dark shoulder-length hair and a narrow face. Looking her over now she saw that the girl's hair was in fact black, with red streaks dyed in down the middle of either side. Her face was long, narrow and triangular, wider at the bottom than the top. Her nose was long and narrow, not protruding or beak-like, just long in the bridge. Her eyes were slate gray and appeared quite old, much too old for a high school student. She was talking to another dark-haired girl, one that Darcy instantly noted as exceptionally beautiful, but for some reason she just couldn't seem to take her eyes off the psychic girl with those ancient eyes.

Just then the girl noticed her and their eyes locked. Darcy felt like she was being drawn in by those eyes, like she was being physically pulled toward the girl as they looked at one another. She didn't know what it was about the girl that drew her. She knew what physical attraction felt like, so she knew it wasn't that. This girl just didn't do it for her in that sense. She also didn't think it was romance or any other such silly thing. She felt almost like she was compelled to approach her, like she didn't have a choice. It was a scary feeling. Not being one to shy away from things that frightened her though, she approached the girl, reminding herself that she could always turn and walk away if she needed to. The other girl turned to look at her too, checking to see who had her conversation mate's attention. The gray-eyed girl held out her hand toward Darcy.

"It's nice to meet you Darcy. You may call me Razma. This is my new friend Chauntey. The two of you have much in common."

Caught rather off balance, Darcy accepted the offered handshake, glancing briefly at the other girl before looking back at the girl known as Razma.

"How did you..."

Razma smiled mysteriously.

"Know your name? I caught a bit of your conversation with that girl Blazer during yesterday's assembly, before the two of you 'ported out. That's a nice trick, by the way. Maybe you could teach it to me sometime."

Darcy was pretty sure they had been too far away for her to overhear them speaking and was flummoxed by this pronouncement. The other girl tittered fetchingly.

"Razma's a psychic. Once she latches onto a person she can eavesdrop on their thoughts."

She held out her hand to Darcy.

"Pleased to meet you Darcy. I hear your mother is an Enchantress. So was mine."

Her pretty smile faltered for a moment.

"Though I never got a chance to know her..."

Darcy was finally able to tear her eyes away from the psychic and take a good look at the girl beside her. She was tall and nicely-proportioned, with jet black hair and sparkling green eyes. Darcy took her hand and shook it.

"That's too bad. If she looked anything like you she must have been a real heart-stopper."

Chauntey's smile came back full force, so bright it was dazzling, leading Darcy to wonder what kind of power Razma had over her to make her almost unaware of this gorgeous creature until then.

Just at that moment Ms. Griffin walked into the room. Standing at the front of the classroom she looked around.

"Alright girls, it's time for all of you to take your seats. Welcome to History of Witchcraft 101. Over the next few weeks we'll be studying the emergence of witchcraft as a branch of the magical arts and some of the key events that shaped it's development."

As Darcy sat down with Chauntey beside her and Razma behind her she couldn't help thinking that the psychic girl would be an invaluable asset to the team she and Icy were putting together. The next moment she felt the girl lean forward to whisper in her ear "Convince me." She half turned her head to see the girl leaning back with an enigmatic smile. She shuddered as she turned back to pay attention to Griffin's lecture. This was definitely going to be an interesting year!

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Icy wanted to approach the goth witch after class but the girl disappeared down the hallway too quickly. Icy noted her next class was History of Witchcraft with Griffin. *Great!* she thought.

She passed Darcy who was leaving the same class. Icy noted that the enchantress was talking with two dark-haired freshmen. *Hmmm, maybe new candidates* she hoped. She quickly entered and took a seat, not wanting to piss off Griffin anymore today.

While waiting the ice witch took a long look at her classmates, looking for more potential members of the gang she was planning to form. For the most they weren’t a very impressive bunch but once again one stood out from the crowd. This one was just a seat over, a short but very cute brunette in a long black dress. Icy decided to introduce herself. She leaned over. “Hey there, handle’s Icy. What’s yours?”

The brunette turned to look at the pale girl. She gave the ice witch a thorough look over before replying. “Morph, but my friends call be Baraxas.”

“Morph, hmmm? What’s your specialty?”

The brunette replied in a bored tone. “Don’t get your hopes up, I can’t change lead into gold. But I can do this...” With that the brunette reached out and touched an iron ring hanging on the wall. It began to glow, then dimmed. When the light had faded Icy was shocked to see it had turned into copper.

“Pretty neat trick if you ask me,” Icy replied.

“Yeah yeah, really pays the rent.”

“Ummm, no offense, but how old are you? I mean, you don’t look old enough to be here.”

Baraxas smiled. “None taken. I’m 16, but I’ll admit my small stature makes me look younger than I am. Really pisses me off a lot of the time. People don’t take me seriously!” She looked at the ice witch. “Somehow I get the feeling you have exactly the opposite problem.”

Icy grinned right back. “I have my moments. Say, I’m getting together some witches to shake things up here. Any interest?”

Baraxas gave a low whistle. “I’ll say this; either you’re far more powerful than you look or you’re bat-shit crazy.” She paused. “But what’s life without power? Show me what you got, convince me and I’m in.”

“No problem. You’ll be seeing plenty here soon.” Just then Griffin walked in. “We’d better pay attention. I’m in enough trouble with that one right now.”

Griffin started the lecture, and Icy was surprised to find that Griffin was both articulate and informative. The white-haired witch knew she’d be getting a lot out of this class, both information- and help-wise...

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Darcy was a bit out of sorts by the time she got out of History class. Sitting in front of a psychic who was more interested in her than in the subject matter turned out to be an exquisite form of torture. At first it was just the occasional stray thought that didn't seem like one of her own. Then the questions started, personal questions which sent her mind skittering far afield from what the professor was talking about. Then she felt a phantom touch on her cheek, followed by a feather light caress trailing down her spine. She nearly jumped in her seat when she felt someone goose her, but her Enchantress training stood her in good stead as she chose not to react to the things being done to her. She nearly lost it though when she felt something stroking her pussy from the inside. She tried not to squirm too obviously in her seat, but finally she'd had all she was gonna take. Closing her eyes tight she thought as loudly as she could *Get your mind off my body RIGHT NOW or so help me I'm gonna turn around, rip your clothes off and ride you in front of the whole class!*

Perhaps it was her mental tone of 'voice' or maybe it was the graphic mental images she conjured up to illustrate her point, but from that moment on the disturbance ceased and Darcy was able to more or less pay attention through the remainder of the class. As the class ended, Darcy made a point of walking with the two raven-haired witches as they left the classroom. She managed to insinuate herself between Razma and Chauntey as they walked out of the classroom. She fixed the psychic girl with a piercing gaze.

"Just so we're clear, that wasn't a threat I made back there, it was a promise. If you ever distract me in class like that again I will make a public spectacle out of us both."

Razma didn't seem to know whether to look chastised or amused at this pronouncement. Chauntey looked back and forth between them, realizing that she'd missed something.

"What did she do?"

Darcy turned to her with a conspiratorial smirk.

"Nothing much. She just tried to mind-fuck me right in the middle of class, that's all."

The black-haired beauty's eyes went wide as she turned her gaze upon Razma.

"I thought you said you weren't into girls?"

The psychic girl lowered her gaze and blushed.

"I couldn't help it. I started poking around in her mind and everywhere I turned it was just sex, sex and more sex, a lot of it with girls! She seems to enjoy it so much I just couldn't help myself. She's so easy to turn on I just couldn't resist playing with her buttons."

Darcy smirked at her tauntingly.

"If you wanna push my buttons meet me after school lets out and I'll let you push all the buttons you want. Just don't be surprised if I push a few of yours while we're at it."

Razma's blush spread across her whole face until she was practically glowing like a stoplight. Just then they passed Darcy's roommate Icy heading into the classroom they were just leaving. Razma looked up and stared after her.

"So that's her? The ice queen who's trying to overturn to whole power structure here at CT? And she's your roommate? Gods! Did you realize she's got a major crush on you?"

Darcy put a little extra wiggle in her hips as they walked, smiling like the cat that ate the canary.

"Oh, I don't need psychic powers to tell me that. She all but drools over me. But she's majorly strong-willed and devious. It'll be interesting to see if I can wrap her around my finger or not."

Just then they came to a stairwell. Darcy and Chauntey turned to go down it while Razma stopped and gestured straight on down the hall.

"Well, I've got Runes this period so I guess I'll see you both later."

Darcy touched two fingers to her lips and blew a kiss.

"Looking forward to it."

The psychic girl clutched her books to her chest and retreated quickly down the hall. As they descended the stairs together Chauntey looked at Darcy in sheer amazement.

"I can't believe how you handled her so easily! I thought she was a block of stone, but you just smile at her and she's a big puddle of embarrassment!"

The brown-haired enchantress grinned back at her.

"I'm guessing she's never encountered a fully-trained enchantress before. It can be a bit overwhelming for some people. I figure it's worse for a psychic because they get it all at once, completely unfiltered and undisguised. In a way that makes her easier to manipulate than almost anybody I've ever met."

Chauntey shook her head and stared at Darcy in awe.

"My mother died before I was old enough to remember her. I never got to learn the ways of the enchantress. Please teach me, oh master!"

Darcy threw her arm around the raven-haired beauty.

"Stick with me young padawan. I will show you the power of the seductive side!"

By the time they arrived at the greenhouse wing where their Herbology class was to be held Darcy had learned that Chauntey's real name was Samantha Aniston and that her father was a warlock. Having never known her own father Darcy found this particular little bit of trivia fascinating.

As they entered Darcy took a good look around. The walls were three foot wide panes of floor-to-ceiling glass. Rows of arched panes made up the ceiling. Despite all the glass the room remained as gloomy as most of the tower due to the ever-present cloud cover that gave Cloud Tower its name. Large planter boxes of shade-loving and night-blooming plants of all sorts lined either side of the room, leaving a narrow aisle between them just big enough for two people to walk abreast. At the far end of the room a space had been left clear for classroom use. Several rows of seats faced a desk behind which stood a blackboard. Darcy and Chauntey were among the last to arrive. The woman from the student check-in the day before, Miss Zarathustra, was seated behind the desk evidently taking role. As the last stragglers took their seats the short-haired teacher looked up from her attendance sheet.

"Well, it seems as though we're all here now, so let's get started. I'm sure you all remember me from yesterday's check-in. You'll soon find that I remember all of you. I have an excellent memory for names and faces, one of the key reasons why the duty of checking in students on first day falls to me. For any of you who may have trouble remembering, my name is Professor Zarathustra."

With a snap of her fingers her name appeared on the chalkboard behind her. She swept the class with a challenging stare as she continued.

"No doubt there will be some among you who can't imagine what possible use a class in Herbology could ever be to you. With any luck we'll be able to cure you of that lack of imagination before the year is through. As those of you taking Professor Griffins's History of Witchcraft course will be learning soon enough, all witchcraft traces its beginnings back to herbalism, the use of plants to heal or harm others. Even today plant parts and extracts still find widespread use in a variety of spells, either directly as active reagents to increase the potency of spells or as components in concocting potions, poultices and charms. They also serve as key ingredients in crafting fetishes, spell focii, homunculii and a good many other useful items. So make sure you all take good notes everyone, because what you learn in this class will form the foundation for a great deal of the magic you will be studying over the next four years."

Chauntey leaned in to whisper to Darcy.

"Can you believe this bull? Who uses plants in spells these days?"

Darcy leaned close to whisper back.

"My mom, for one. She taught me how to-"

The sound of a throat clearing brought both girls' attention back to the front of the room where Professor Zarathustra was looking pointedly at the two of them.

"I'm sorry. Is my class interrupting your personal chat time ladies?"

Darcy managed to look only slightly abashed at having been caught.

"Sorry Miss Z. I was just telling Chauntey how enchantresses use plants in stuff like bewitchment brews and love elixirs."

Zarathustra gave a small nod of approval.

"That is a good example of the usage of plants in modern magic. Next time, however, please kindly raise your hand if you have something you would like to share. That way perhaps the rest of the class can benefit from your insight as well."

Chauntey's hand went up. The professor nodded at her.

"Yes Miss Aniston?"

Chauntey put her hand down, looking somewhat cowed but still rather puzzled.

"Okay, I can understand using plants for potions and stuff, but for the most part why bother? Anything you can do with plants can be done with a simple spell anyway, right? What's the point of bothering with all the plant crap when you can just cast a spell and be done with it?"

A few heads around the room nodded in agreement with that sentiment. Zarathustra made a bridge with her fingers, resting her elbows on the desk, and rested her chin on her interlaced fingers.

"A fair question, and one which it seems many of your classmates agree with. What is the use of all this 'plant crap' as you so eloquently put it? Can anyone think of a reason why knowledge of plant magic might be useful?"

A few hands went up. The teacher pointed at a witch with her hair in short purple spikes and a ring in her left nostril.

"Yes, Miss Corwin?"

The girl frowned at the use of her last name but let it go.

"Casting spells tends to pull from your own personal reserves of magical energy. Using plants can help take some of the burden off you by using the magic stored within the plant to supplement your own."

Professor Zarathustra nodded with a satisfied smile.

"A very good point. Can anyone tell me another reason for using plants?"

This time she called on a girl with a short blond ponytail and an unfortunate case of braces.

"Miss Duff?"

The girl fidgeted somewhat nervously.

"It isn't exactly true that any magic you can do with plants can be done with just a simple spell instead. Some of the spells you need to perform magic without the proper vegetative components can become prohibitively complicated and difficult to perform correctly. There's still some magic that's just not meant to be performed with spells alone."

Zarathustra smiled brightly at her.

"Quite so. Excellent point."

Chauntey raised her hand in the air and waved it until the professor looked at her and spoke her name.

"Yes Miss Aniston? You had something to add?"

Chauntey put her hand down, looking a little nervous about what she had to say.

"But aren't there always other ways to get the same end results without resorting to such a complicated spell or it's herbalist equivalent?"

The teacher regarded her thoughtfully.

"Quite often, yes, though not in every case. This is getting a little far afield from my lesson plan for today, but perhaps a lesson in comparative magical methodology might not be a bad way to start off the semester."

She half-turned and gestured toward the wall behind her, upon which the blackboard was hung.

"On the other side of that wall is the tool shed where all the gardening and grounds-keeping equipment is stored. Let's suppose that I needed something from that shed right now, say a trowel. What sort of magic could I use to acquire that item for me? Suggestions?"

Several hands went up. The teacher chose a girl in the back with neck-length brown hair that swept forward at the ends.

"Miss Marlow?"

The girl gave a mild half-smile.

"You could just teleport it here."

The teacher pointed her finger up in the air.

"In theory, yes, I could do that, but in practice remote teleportation is not as simple as it sounds. One requires a means of locking in on the target, for starters, and it helps to have some idea of how much distance separates you from your target. Additionally one needs to be aware of any external forces which may serve to throw off your teleportation efforts. Many a valuable item has been lost or destroyed by bungled teleportation attempts, to say nothing of what happens when you teleport only half of something due to faulty targeting. Besides, using teleportation to acquire a simple trowel seems like a waste of a lot of magical energy for very little reward. Who else has a suggestion? Miss Dominez?"

A dark-haired witch with a decidedly Latino look waved her hand in a circle before her.

"You could create a portal and step through to retrieve it."

Miss Zarathustra nodded her head slowly.

"True, but then again we run into a number of the same problems as with teleportation of the item itself. Knowing precisely where your portal will come out and what's on the other side is critical. If one cast the spell without proper precautions one could step through the portal and walk right into a wall or support beam, or worse, find oneself cut in half by trying to emerge in the middle of a table. Portals are not something to trifle with. They are very advanced magic. Casting the spell with the proper precautions to prevent mishap makes them even more magic-intensive. To retrieve a simple trowel in that fashion simply isn't worth the effort. Does anyone have any less strenuous suggestions on how to get the trowel? Miss Wilkinson?"

A blonde girl with short hair that bowed out at the sides gazed back at the teacher knowingly.

"If the trowel was properly marked ahead of time a simple retrieval spell would bring it right to your hand."

Zarathustra pointed at her with a smile of approval.

"That's clever thinking. A trowel is the sort of thing one would use in this field of endeavor quite often, so marking it for a retrieval spell would be a prudent preparation. As it happens though the tool shed has no windows or other openings through which the trowel could float unless the door is first opened. A similar problem with the room we are in now. One would have to open a door or window unless one wished to risk breaking the glass. Any other suggestions? Miss Twain?"

A witch with shoulder-length dark red hair made a sweeping gesture with her hand.

"Why not vanish the wall between this room and the shed? Then you could walk right in and get it."

The professor shook her head.

"Aside from the prohibitively high expenditure of magical energy required for such a stunt there's also the little problem of there being a second wall between us and the interior of the shed. A good five inches separates the back wall of the shed from the greenhouse wall. Both would need to be vanished in order to accomplish the task, not to mention bringing them both back again after we're done. Also, the blackboard would have to be vanished along with the greenhouse wall or it would fall to the floor and most likely break. Additionally, any tools hanging on the wall of the shed would be either vanished or dropped to the floor, making quite a mess in the latter case."

A girl with alternating stripes of light brown and bleached blond hair stood up from her seat and gestured at the wall aggressively.

"I say stop pussy-footing around and just take what you want. Blast right through the walls and grab it."

Zarathustra gave the girl a measured stare.

"Next time wait until I call upon you Miss Yates. Now do sit down."

Once the girl complied the teacher continued.

"That would indeed be one way of acquiring what we desire, and if we had no concern for the consequences beyond getting what we want it might even be viable. However there is one small thing to consider: what if what we want is hanging upon the wall you just blasted to smithereens? You might destroy my trowel along with the wall, and then where would we be?"

She looked around and called upon a girl with octagonal glasses and dirty blond hair tied back in a ponytail.

"Miss Bacon?"

Several girls snickered at the unfortunate girl's last name. Ignoring them for the most part, she gestured toward the wall.

"Why not use a phasing spell? Phase partway out of sync with the physical world, step through the wall into the shed, retrieve the trowel, then phase back out again."

Zarathustra gave a nod of approval.

"Not a bad solution, but the problem is that the shed has no windows and thus is very dark inside when the door is closed and the lights are off. If you end your phasing spell before you are quite clear of what's in there you could wind up with another physical object penetrating your body, and depending on how vital that part is the results could range from quite uncomfortable to deadly. Adding a light spell to your solution would remedy that situation, however, so it's still a possibility. Anyone else? Yes, Miss Romanov?"

Darcy gestured toward a door off to her right.

"If it were me I'd walk out that door, go around to the door of the shed, let myself in and get it."

Derisive laughter greeted her proposed solution. Miss Zarathustra raised both hands for silence.

"Quiet down class! Actually, Miss Romanov makes a good point. Thinking outside the box means realizing that sometimes a magical solution may not always be the best one. Sometimes a non-magical solution can work just as well, if not better. The one significant flaw in this solution is that the shed is kept locked, and I highly doubt Miss Romanov has the key. On the other hand were I to give the key to her then her solution would work quite nicely. However, since we are all here to learn magic, let me show you a simple magical solution involving the use of certain plant extracts."

She opened a drawer in her desk and started pulling out various items which she set on one corner of her desk.

"Come up and gather around everyone. You'll want to get a good look at this."

As the students all stood up and moved toward the front Zarathustra took a reddish stick and drew a diagram on her desk.

"This may appear to be simple chalk but it is in fact powdered bloodroot compressed into stick form. Bloodroot is useful for boosting the potency of many spells, as well as reducing the amount of your own personal energies a spell requires."

She finished her diagram and set the stick aside.

"This diagram represents the room we are in, the desk we are all standing around and the shed behind me on the other side of that wall."

She picked up a bottle of black liquid and poured it into a shallow dish set beside the diagram.

"This liquid is a distillation of spidervein boiled in basilisk tears, a very potent base for casting scrying spells."

She placed one hand over the square representing the shed in her diagram and waved the other over the dish, muttering words Darcy wasn't close enough to make out. A moment later the surface of the liquid cleared, providing a view into the dimly lit interior of the tool shed. Next she opened a small box and using a pair of tongs reached inside to extract a sample of the substance glowing within. Using a rubber band to hold the tongs shut she placed them on the edge of the dish so that the glow was suspended over the liquid. The view within the dish brightened noticeably.

"Verulian glow moss provides a constant source of light so long as it is kept at the right levels of temperature and humidity, but we must be very careful not to let it touch the liquid in the bowl. The combination of glow moss and spidervein produces a cloud of toxic gas. Everyone be careful not to bump the table or we may have to evacuate the room rather quickly."

Hovering both hands over the bowl, she moved them as though trying to shift the view in the bowl to the left. Obligingly, the picture in the bowl shifted accordingly. With a little more jockeying around she finally located the item she was looking for.

"There's that trowel, and wouldn't you know it, it's hanging on the wall nearest us, right where it would have been dumped on the floor, shifted out of phase or simply blown to bits by some of the suggestions that were made earlier. Now that we have its location all that remains is to bring it to us."

She picked up a miniature model of the trowel and placed it on her diagram in the same approximate location where the real one showed up on the wall in the scrying dish.

"This miniature is made from the same type of wood and metal as the trowel I need. As I'm sure you've all guessed this is not the first time I have performed this particular demonstration. I don't generally keep miniatures of all the tools I use just lying around in case I might conceivably need them some day. What I'm about to demonstrate falls under the category of sympathetic magic, where a smaller replica of something is manipulated in order to accomplish similar manipulations of the genuine article."

She held one hand over the image of the trowel in the dish and the other one over the miniature on the diagram. This time Darcy listened closely and was able to make out the words that the teacher spoke.

"Similis res concero ut unus."

A yellow glow briefly surrounded both the miniature and the image of the trowel in the dish. When it passed, the professor picked up the miniature off it's place on the diagram and replaced it on the rectangle representing her desk. The moment she set it down the trowel disappeared from the scrying dish and reappeared on the desk in front of her. Some of the girls in the class oo'd and ah'd and applauded. Zarathustra simply gave them a satisfied smirk.

"Thank you girls, but that was nothing more than a cheap parlor trick. Now bringing the lawnmower into the classroom in such a fashion, that might be a trick worthy of some small applause. So, who here can name the three plants I made use of in this demonstration and explain how they were used?"

She called on Darcy when she raised her hand.

"The first one was the bloodroot, which you used to draw the diagram. It made the diagram a more potent representation of this room and the shed, thus enhancing both the scrying spell and the sympathetic transference spell."

The professor nodded and called on another girl.

"The second was the spidervein in the scrying potion. I'm not sure how that worked though."

Zarathustra held up her hand.

"Don't worry. We'll cover that when we get to the uses of spidervein later this semester. Who can name the third one?"

She called on a girl with thick glasses.

"The third plant was the Verulian glow moss you used as a light source."

The professor nodded and smiled.

"Very good. You girls were paying attention. Now granted, I could have preformed the exact same stunt without any of these three plants, but it would have taken more of my own personal magic to bring about the same results. Without the bloodroot both spells would have taken more concentration and effort on my part. Without the spidervein potion I would have had to focus more effort on creating a scrying spell and it would have been more difficult to maintain and redirect the spell. And of course the glow moss kept me from needing to use any of my own magic to light the inside of the shed."

She started putting the items she had used away, starting with the glow moss to avoid an accident.

"Now class, if you will all return to your seats we will continue with the lesson I had originally planned for today and see how much of it we can get done in the time remaining."

As she headed back to her seat Darcy whispered to Chauntey.

"Still think all this plant crap is useless?"

Chauntey shrugged as she sat down.

"I dunno. Maybe not. I guess we'll see if it can do anything more impressive than parlor tricks."

Darcy just shook her head and smiled. One thing her mother had always told her was never overlook a potential resource just because it didn't seem useful at the time. You never know when you might need it later.

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Back in the dorm shared by Icy, Darcy and their roommate Amanda, a dripping sound could be heard echoing from the bathroom. A cold mist drifted from the room, emanating from a giant lump of ice that was attached to the shower head, a lump which was slowly losing it's form and texture as it gradually melted. Suddenly there was a loud crack as an ominous arm sprang out of the lump, the hand attached to it forming an angry fist.
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