Chapter 1: "The One Where Evie Does Magick and Shit Happens"

A/N: Hey all! So let me start off by saying that I feel REALLY out of my element right now. I've never written anything for the Aladdin fandom before, and so I'm feeling kind of nervous. That being said, constructive criticism and reviews are wonderful. Flames? Please don't. I'm nervous enough. :)

Another note: Usually in my work, I try to avoid using OC's out of fear of making them "Mary-Sue-ish." However, I've noticed that OC's seem to be accepted a great deal more in this fandom than other fandoms that I have come across. Particularly with the Genie. I hope that this does not disappoint.

Disclaimer: Aladdin does NOT belong to me. The characters of Evie and Mae (who later goes by Iris, do). And no, Evie is not part of that new Disney Channel movie. I literally just found out about that today, but I really want to keep her name, soooo (shrugs).

This is the re-edit of my earlier version of this story. Enjoy!

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-EnchantedDisney

Iris

"Psst, Iris!" came an all too familiar voice, breaking Iris' concentration for the fourth time in their fifty minute Advanced Placement Calculus class.

Iris pointedly ignored the voice, as if it were a little fly buzzing in her ear, and instead continued to meticulously copy down the notes that Ms. Hale was writing on the dry erase board to prepare for their upcoming test on Monday.

"Iris...listen-"

Iris turned slightly, keeping her eyes on Ms. Hale, and gave Evie an annoyed look; Evie really needed to take a fast-course on what it meant to listen, as well as what impulse control meant.

"Listen, you have to meet me in the park around midnight tonight. I've got to show you something."

Iris frowned as she noticed that Evie's normally carefree and sweet voice was very tense. "Evie, why? That park is a breeding ground for crazy shit at night. It's too dangerous, we could get-"

"Miss Danes and Miss Evans, what could possibly be more important than listening to what I'm saying right now?" Ms. Hale's sharp voice cut into their conversation like a shredder, her dark brown eyes boring into the two girls.

Iris felt herself wilting, as she always did when she got in trouble, her face turning a dark red. "Sorry, Ms. Hale," her eyes flitting back to her notes, determined to hold back her tears of embarrassment. She just hated confrontations and getting into trouble.

Evie was not as easily put off. "Please, Ms. Hale. It's my fault-"

Ms. Hale sighed heavily, looking at Evie with a half-amused and half-annoyed expression. "Miss Evans, why does that not surprise me one bit? What seems to be more important than my class?"

"But it is about your class, Ms. Hale," said Evie earnestly. "I was just asking Iris a question about limits. I don't quite understand them and I was too embarrassed to ask you in front of everyone."

"I find that hard to believe," Ms. Hale muttered dryly. "Well, Miss Evans, now that the class knows your secret, what is your question about limits?"

"Oh, it's okay!" Evie said brightly. "Iris answered it perfectly. We're good."

Ms. Hale scowled at Evie. "Miss Brand if you interrupt this class one more time, I'm going to throw you in detention faster than you can say 'limits.' Understand?"

"Of course." Evie smiled.

Evie and Iris had become best friends during their freshman year of high school. Iris was uncharacteristically running late for her third period English class, and she was getting more and more flustered by the second, causing her to drop her textbooks, as well as papers in the hallway.

In a perfect utopian world, Iris figured that other people would stop and help one another in need. Unfortunately, St. Catherine's Catholic School did not offer such accommodations. Instead, Iris' fellow peers stepped around her, some even going out of their way to step on her papers, ignoring her as if she were just an invisible entity.

Which if Iris were to be honest, some days that was what she felt like. Feeling tears of frustration pricking her eyes, Iris began to slowly pick up her papers, resigned to the fact that she would be late for class and that the rest of her day would be shitty. Suddenly, she saw a shadow kneel beside her and who began helping her pick up her papers.

Turning, Iris felt a jolt of surprise as she saw Evangeline Evans calmly stacking her papers into a neat pile. Picking up her copy of Heart of Darkness, she smiled at Iris. "So, what did you think of Conrad, Iris? Suitably dark and creepy enough for a bunch of fourteen-year-olds?"

Iris blinked back her surprise and smiled back. "It was really disturbing now that you mention it." Iris paused, wondering if she could continue.

Oh, what the hell.

"How do you even know who I am?" she asked Evie, as the girls stood up and began walking down the hallway towards their English class.

Evie looked bewildered. "You're Iris Danes. You're really good at math and you're not a total idiot like everyone else around here seems to be."

Iris felt her face turning red. "Uh, thanks. I don't mean to sound rude or anything, it's just, you're well... everyone knows you."

Evie rolled her eyes, as she opened the door to their class. "If you say so, Iris."

It was around midnight when Iris arrived at the nearly abandoned park near Evie's house. She wasn't surprised to see that Evie was already there, swinging on one of the playground swings, staring up at the incoming thunderclouds that every now and then produced a small flash of lightning. She was still in her school uniform, her hair in a loose ponytail, her customary navy bow falling down slightly. Evie skidded to a stop when she saw her.

"You came," she whispered as if she were truly surprised.

"Of course I did," Iris replied, frowning slightly. Evie was looking pale with dark shadows under her eyes.

"I was worried you wouldn't, Iris," she kept her voice low as if she was afraid of being overheard.

Iris felt a little defensive. "Don't I always?"

Evie gave her another heartfelt smile and began swinging again. "You may want to set down for this, Iris."

"I dunno, Evie, swinging on a metal swing while it's lightning doesn't seem smart."

Evie giggled. "I said you should probably sit, not swing." Once again, she skidded to a stop, her green eyes looking longingly up to the stormy thunderclouds, the thick May air humid and stiff. "Wouldn't it be fun to be able to fly?"

Oh, Evie, you problem-avoiding space-cadet.

"Is that why you called me to the park at midnight?" Iris asked dryly. "To talk about the intricacies of aerodynamics?"

Evie frowned and looked like she was on the verge of crying, something that she didn't do often. Iris quickly changed her tone.

"Evie…"

"Just watch," she whispered. "Keep your eyes straight ahead."

Nonplussed, Iris stared at the worn park bench in front of us. Within seconds, it began to levitate about ten feet off of the ground.

Iris immediately jumped off of my swing, nearly falling into the wood chips that parks inexplicably put down to protect their kids from getting hurt.

"Evie-what the actual...what...fuck!"

She looked miserable. "So, I'm not really going crazy am?"

Iris made an impatient gesture at her friend. "Do you want to be crazy, Evie!?"

Evie was sobbing. "Don't you remember, Iris? I know you do!"

Iris was confused. "What are you even talking about? Evie-" Then she felt her blood run cold.

She did.

She did remember.

It was a few weeks after Iris had just met Evie, and Evie was over at Iris' house in an attempt to avoid her bitch of a mother and every other tumultuous event that happened in her seemingly perfect upper-class life.

"I wish we would read some of Poe's darker works." Evie was sprawled out on her stomach, lazily flipping through their literature book.

Iris didn't bother responding first. Literature had always bored her. It left too much up for interpretation. It wasn't like math, where everything had a solid answer. Iris preferred the solid and the possible; Evie preferred the abstract and the impossible.

They sat in silence; Iris dutifully reading "The Raven" for class and Evie absentmindedly writing random quotes in her literature book, as she was already finished with the poem.

"Shit, my highlighter ran out." Iris sighed. "Mom has some in her office, I'll just go down and-"

"No, that's okay," Evie, still doodling, absentmindedly waved her hand in a counterclockwise circle.

Suddenly, a pink highlighter came zooming in the bedroom, sitting neatly on Iris' lap.

Iris stared. Her mind felt like it just erased itself and she felt a huge mental blockage coming on. Did Evie just…?

Evie looked horrified. Her whole face turned sheet white and her cheeks flushed a deep crimson. Her green eyes became glassy. She looked almost doll-like. She quickly jumped off the bed and backed into the corner like a scared animal.

"Evie, what just-"

"You saw nothing, Iris," Evie stated, her dark green eyes meeting Iris' light blue ones.

"You just…you just-Evie-how!?"

"You saw nothing, Iris!" Evie almost snarled and Iris almost felt herself believing Evie, but as if against her will, she turned back to her Poe.

"You're still my best friend no matter what, Evie Evans." She said, highlighting with the new pink highlighter.

Evie frowned slightly and without another word, turned and grabbed her brown leather messenger bag and walking out of the room. Iris heard her close the foyer door roughly.

Iris frowned at the whole weird situation and looked at the literature book that Evie had left behind. In it, she had doodled in loopy cursive:

"My mother told me that I had a chameleon soul. No moral compass pointing due north, no fixed personality. Just an inner indecisiveness that was as wide and as wavering as the ocean."

The next day, they both acted as though the highlighter incident had never happened. Iris knew they both had their own selfish reasons for not wanting to open that Pandora's Box. Iris wanted a friend more than anything and Evie…well, Evie had said it best herself: She had a chameleon soul with no moral compass pointing her in the right direction. Somewhere deep down, Iris knew that Evie was longing for freedom. As for what she needed freedom from, Iris did not even want to guess.

Tears were still running down Evie's cheeks. "I-I'm such a-an idiot."

Iris was floored. "Why did you never just tell me? We both knew that you were different, Ev! Jesus, you tried to make me forget! I know you did! But I remember, Evie Evans!"

Evie didn't answer right away, so Iris patiently waited, watching as the thunderclouds grew more and more ominous by the second. Iris was about to suggest that they run back to her house before the storm hit when Evie spoke:

"It runs in my family...through my mother's side. It showed up in her really early, maybe around seven or eight...but...we thought that it had died out with me." she smiled bitterly. "Fiona was really pissed, you know. One of the many reasons she's always popping pills and on my case." Evie paused, as if she were deep in thought. "Well, that and she's just a total bitch. Anyway, she found out when I was six. I was hiding it from everyone else for such a long time. You were the first person that I showed it to. I knew that no matter what, you would never reject me. You would always love me." Evie smiled at Iris. "I've never had to worry about you leaving me, Iris."

"Of course not," Iris said almost briskly. Then her voice softened. "So, erm, what can you do?"

Evie blinked. "Ehm…a little bit of this and that…"

"Which is?"

Evie looked down at her black converse shoes. "I just wish that there was a way to keep this all dormant…"

"So is your mom happy that you have, erm…magic?" Iris ignored how odd the question felt and the fact that Evie never answered her last question.

Evie smiled bitterly. "Fiona, happy? No, she's threatened."

Iris raised her eyebrows. "Threatened? Why?"

Evie shrugged. "I dunno. Just a vibe that I'm getting from her. Of course, she's pretending to be all smiles. You know, talking about training me up to take her place as the next Supreme Witch….all that good stuff." She bit her lip.

What is Evie talking about? Iris wondered blankly. What is the Supreme Witch?

Evie gave her a watery smile, using the back of her hand to wipe away any remaining tears. "I also brought something along."

Iris felt severe trepidation. "Evie, if it is something crazy like virgin blood, I'm going home right now."

Evie gave Iris a dark look as she dug into her school bag and pulled out a familiar golden lamp.

Iris smiled. "Let me guess, it's got a big blue genie inside."

She laughed. "Nope, I tried. But, nevertheless, it's yours. I thought of you when I saw it."

"But you tried to see if there was a genie inside first?" Iris teased her playfully.

She rolled her eyes. "And to make sure it was safe. You never know what the Disney Store sells…" She closed her eyes and began to swing high again in an almost childlike manner.

Iris smiled at her. Regardless of whether or not she was a witch or whatever, Evie was still Evie.

Iris looked to the sky and felt a sudden rush of adrenaline; her heart beating harshly against my rib cage. The approaching thunderheads were no longer dark. Instead, they were a shade of blood red with dark purple undertones mixed in. "Evie?"

She was still swinging, leaning back with her eyes closed. "Hm?"

Iris swallowed thickly. "The sky. It...It's not right."

Evie frowned and looked up, her converse shoes skidding to a stop. She gasped. "The thunderclouds...why are they red?" She jumped out of the swing and stood in front of me. "The air...something is wrong in the atmosphere but I don't know what...stay behind me…"

"I'm not going anywhere," Iris said nervously. "But do you know any magick to protect us?"

Evie ignored her and Iris watched with bated breath as Evie narrowed her green eyes, staring around them instead of at the clouds (which Iris couldn't help but be transfixed by).

"Whatever it is, it's getting closer…" her voice was small. "I-I don't know what to do. Umm," she dropped to the ground and began to forage her open bag, pulling out a rugged looking book. "W-we need a protection spell...b-but I've never used one!" she was becoming hysterical, her hands shaking as she flipped frantically through the book.

Iris was about to suggest that we just run back to her house or even Evie's house (though she truly detested Fiona and would rather get a root canal without pain-killers), but before Iris could even make the suggestion, an oily voice from behind them spoke.

At first, Iris couldn't believe who it was...it just wasn't possible. It was a story. A movie. He was just a regular Disney villain, but yet he began to speak directly to Evie.

"So, little witch bitch. Your mother has told me all about you and you're just what I need."

Evie quickly turned around and opened her mouth in shock, but managed to raise her right hand and produce a golden shield at Jafar, her expression frightened and unsure. The next thing Iris felt was darkness enveloping her, and Evie's left hand grasping on tightly to hers.

ED: SOOOOOO, what did you guys think? Hit that review button and let me know? And the quote that Evie left in her lit book? It can be found in Lana Del Rey's music video of Ride. It's beautiful, so you guys should check it out. And yes, I had to have Jafar say "Witch Bitch." He's sassy like that. :-)