Rated: K
Word Count: 642
Devil Wears Prada with Into The Woods: What happens when the Witch finds herself in the middle of a Miranda Priestly run through?
Disclaimer: I do not own anything to do with Devil Wears Prada or Into The Woods. I have just borrowed the characters as muses to have fun with.
The group stood shocked as a scream reverberated in the room and a black liquid tornado like aberration appeared in the middle of them.
The witch opened her eyes as she slowly revolved where she stood. In the background she heard a low whimsical voice, "That sweater is not blue, it's not turquoise. It's not lapis." She felt out of place, oddly out of place.
She stared at the person standing in front of her. A man bald, with two pieces of glass encased in gold wire perched on his nose. Eyebrows arched, nose wrinkled, mouth hanging open.
Then as she slowly turned to her right she gasped. Standing in front of her was a tall thin half naked girl! The nerve of some people this was unacceptable! To be exposing one's self.
The witch heard an intake of breath and she turned further. Another tall thin girl stood gapping at her. Red hair, she also sported two pieces of glass in a black case tilting on the end of her nose. The witch ran her eyes up and down the clothing on the girl. Breeches! The girl was wearing breeches, of all things!
"It's actually cerulean." Came the commanding, imposing voice once again.
The witch turned abruptly. A petite, silver haired, regal looking older woman was positioned in front of her. The witch stared in awe. Although still clothed in an outfit unfitting for a lady at least she eluded to high class and royalty, but my lord she has her legs exposed! The cloth her clothing was made of was surely of the highest quality, even having gold threading weaved within it, and she wore the most exquisite gold jewelry. The witch smiled, and her eyes light up.
Miranda observed the apparition in front of her. At least she thought it was an apparition. What else could it be? Strange thoughts of Andréa and trying to explain to her the importance of their job was screwing with her head. Never had she wanted an assistant to understand the industry more than she wanted Andréa to. She had hoped from the moment she met the woman that Andréa would embrace Runway … and her. Andréa eyes had sucked Miranda inside and she literally drowned in the deep brown pools.
Miranda eyed the couture gown the woman standing in front of her was wearing. It was incredible. The color, the cut, it looked like the woman had been poured into it. Miranda arched an eyebrow and let lose a sly smile. How did Nigel do this? If it was to impress her it worked. A bit melodramatic but it had caught her attention, and so did the woman with the blue hair.
The witch heard a cough and turned. She had almost done a 360 in the room. Andy's eyes were wide and dilated. What the hell had just happened? She blinked but the woman was still there, and she was so beautiful. She was gorgeous not like Miranda but similar. Andy looked from one woman to the other blinking her eyes. The two were magnificent … and her heart was beating out of her chest.
The witched drew her eyes over the young woman and marveled at her curves. She watched as the woman looked toward the silver haired beauty standing next to her. The witch saw the way Andy's eyes glided over Miranda's face then look back at her. The witch smiled at Andy and saw the affect she had on the young woman.
The witch's eyes roamed behind the people that were standing around her. Glass, glass was all around her. The walls were made of glass, huge glass windows looked out over the sky line. The witch gasped as she saw how high up she was. How? Where on earth was she and how did she get here?