Stone cold - a fanfiction

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Cloud tower

It was a crowded Wednesday in Magix. Nothing far from the usual, if it hadn't been for the fact that most of the people buzzing around were teenagers. Young soon-to-be fairies, specialists and witches were making their way through Magix, awaiting their new and highly praised schools. Well, to be fair, not everyone had been awaiting the end of the holidays. Or the new school.

Somewhere in Magix, three witch sisters were walking through a small and dark ally, quickly picking up the rest of their school supplies. The sounds of their heels was echoing from the walls as the discussion they were deeply absorbed by was growing louder.

'- is a huge and living organism, long ago created by powerful witches.' the brown-haired one said, clutching the books she was carrying to her chest.

'Well I don't care if it lives or not, we're witches, Darcy. Not fairies. I don't need a living campus, all I need is power.'

The white-haired witch doubled her speed and the others hurried behind her.

'You'll achieve the most powerful state of your magic, as it is the most prestigious educational institution for witches. Offering courses in Mayhem, Hexes, and several levels of Advanced Evil, Cloud Tower has become the pinnacle of education in the dark arts. They say the founders were so powerful that a magical energy still circulates through the school, protecting it from others, forming new passages and corridors-'

'Merlin, Darcy. Haven't you already bothered us enough by learning all our books by heart? Did you really have to recite and learn everything about the stupid building itself?' the third witch rolled her eyes while cutting off her sister.

She was the youngest in the group, with frizzy purple hair and a pale complexion.

'Contrary to you two, I am happy about our new school. I want to leave it as one of the most talented witches in the universe, just like-'

Now the white-haired witch was the one to cut Darcy off.

'Contrary to you, we can use our brains for more than just memorisation. We know that school doesn't necessarily help to achieve power, that's something we need to do ourselves. We would have rather stayed home-schooled.'

Stormy's grin, awakened by her sister's sharp comment turned into laughter when she saw Darcy's face twitching in mental pain.

'By the way,' Stormy snickered as soon as she had regained her self-control, 'have you gone soft over the holidays? The most talented witch?!' she "accidentally" bumped into her sister while laughing at her face again.

'I meant evil.' Darcy whispered, hiding behind her long and dark hair. 'The most evil witch.'

'And that, my dear,' the white-haired one snickered spitefully, 'you will never achieve. You have got little power. What could you do? Throw your books at people?'

The two of them laughed while Darcy grinned half-heartedly.

'Ay, Icy.'

Stormy broke the silence that had spread out as the three walked on. The white-haired witch, Icy, turned her head and looked at her sister with cold, blue eyes.

'Yeah?'

'Are we finished yet? I don't want to walk anymore.'

Icy smacked her pink lips.

'Stormy, dear, have you forgotten that were shopping because if you? If it wasn't for you not buying any of the school stuff we wouldn't even be here right now.'

'But I'm tired!'

'Stop wailing!' Darcy said sharply. 'The driver will pick us up in 25 minutes.'

They were picked up after the time was up, even by a driver, but…

'That's a bus!' Icy shouted out in anger.

'A school bus, to be exact.' Darcy's voice was faint. She knew her sister could explode any second now.

Stormy just shook her head in disbelief.

'No way mom intended us to get on this – thing. There must be a mistake somewhere.'

'Names?' the driver requested in a tired and monotone voice.

Icy lifted an eyebrow.

'Uh, excuse me?' she huffed.

Slow like a turtle, the elderly man turned his head to look at her.

'If you don't know who we are, you're seriously living under a stone. Let us in.'

Stormy stepped forwards but the man held her back.

'Names?'

'Jesus Christ!' she murmured in anger. That guy was pungent.

'I'm pretty sure he's not on the list.' a deep voice from behind the driver's seat showed its owner's amusement. 'Let them in.'

While Stormy and Darcy scared some wannabe-witches away to claim their seats in the row next to the guy's, Icy just simply decided it was the best to elegantly sit down right next to him. After she had checked out his looks for a while (his red cloak and purple pants had kind of caught her attention), she decided it was the time to ask some questions.

'Soooo, you don't really look like a witch. Who are you?'

He looked at as if no one had ever demanded anything like that from him, but stayed silent. Unimpressed, she raised an eyebrow. Very well, if Mr not-on-the-list wanted to play childish games, then why not?

'Ay, Darcy!' she shouted over to her sister in a more casual but still demanding manner. 'Do me a favour and make yourself useful for once. Who's that guy?' she pointed over to Mr red-cloak, who seemed to be looking out of the window in disinterest.

Knowing that the know-it-all would take some time to rethink her answers, she began to check him out again. He seemed to be quite tall (it was hard to tell when everybody was sitting down) and she could see his muscles through the parts of his shirt that weren't covered by his cloak. If it wasn't for this strange, almost familiar aura surrounding him, she would have guessed he was a delegate of the specialists. Weird. Before she could even try to interpret the new info, Darcy almost yanked her out of her thoughts.

'He's a teacher.' She said. 'If my researches are correct, he and headmistress Griffin were allies at the time Domino was destroyed. They're still a team – and now their teaching at school together.'

'How cute.' Icy sounded more annoyed than she actually was. 'I wasn't asking for a biography though. A name would be enough.'

Without looking up from the book he was now reading, the man cleared his throat.

'My name is Valtor.'