Another W.i.t.c.h. story. Takes place after season two. As the same wth last time Past episode references and marked with and asterix (*). Other Culture references are marked with this thing (^) (If anyone knows what that symbol is called I would greatly appreciate it of you could tell. me.) W.i.t.c.h. is Property of Disney.
Chapter One - Breaking the Ice
Snow fell through the skies of Heatherfield berfore it rested on the ground, blanketing the the already white streets and footpaths. The cold January breeze made Irma glad of her scrarf and cat-ear shaped earmuffs^ Her mother had bought her in a sale. She didn't particularly like them, but Chris had cut up her hat, that morning to make tents for his toy soldiers. She walked aimlessly through the crowded streets.
The other girls were on a quadruple date along with Matt, Nigel Caleb and Eric. Irma didn't go with the group saying she hadn't wanted to make it an "odd numbered event." Irma's phone gave her a message alert. Will had sent it.
WILL: We're at the beach now, you can still come along.
Irma replied to the message by yelling out loud. "THE BEACH! IN THE SNOW! WHAT'RE YOU GONNA DO BUILD A SAND CASTLE FOR SNOWMEN!" Irma's outburst caught the attention of many people in the street. Irma ignored them and continued on her path. She rounded a corner toward into the area of Downtown Heatherfield that had suffered massive damage from the guardians final battle with Cedric*.
The construction meant the sidewalk was closed, Irma checked the road, after a single car passed the road was clear Irma made her way for the other side. Irma hopped onto the sidewalk on the other side, failing to see a samll patch of ice, which promptly caused her to lose her balance.
Irma felt herself fall. She couldn't use her powers to help herself in public. She closed her eyes and let out a loud scream as she awaited the impact of the ground below. Irma felt herself land, however there was no pain and it wasn't the ground she had landed on.
Irma open opened her eyes and found herself face to face with a young boy of roughly fifteen. "Hey, you okay." He had long blonde hair that fell in long bangs. He had dark brown eyes. He was dressed in a dark grey double breasted coat, and a black scarf. He also wore blue jeans and black and white sneakers.
Irma was lost for words. She had just been saved by one of the best looking guys she had ever seen. He looked like he could be a model or a movie star. "I-uh, Yeah I'm fine. Thanks." Her knee's were bent and her feet solidly on the grouund. The boy pulled her up straight.
"I'm glad to hear it." He extended a gloved hand to hers "Stephen Carlin."
"Irma Lair." Irma replied shaking his hand."
"Well Irma Lair, you have proven that cats don't always land on their feet." He said jokingly whilst flicking on of Irma's cat ears playfully. Irma couldn't help but blush.
"I've never seen you around before." Irma said finally regaining her compusure.
"Yeah I just moved here. My parents jobs got transferred, they work for Takeda Industries." Stephen said.
"Hey I know what you're going through...Well I don't know what're going through I lived here all my...you see one of my best friends moved here because her mom got transferred...and...I'm just babbling...I'll shut up now." Irma said feeling incredibly foolish.
"No its okay. I've been here a week now and I haven't met anybody interesting yet. You're the first person in town I've met. Other than the mailman." Stephen remarked. "You wanna get some Hot Chocolate or something?"
'Is he asking me out?' Irma thought, 'This is a dream, it can't be real, I'm gonna wake up now...Wait this can't be a dream, if it was a dream then there'd be pancakes. IT'S REAL! Uh-Oh, say something Irma, he's gonna want an answer.' Irma tried to be as calm as possible "Yeah sure, I know this great place a couple blocks from here."
"Great, lead on." He gestured. Irma smiled to herself. "You certainly know how to break the ice." She joked.
A bell rang to indicate that the door to the little café had just opened. Irma and Stephen were seated by a friendly waitress. Within a few minutes two steaming mugs of Hot Chocolate, topped with whipped cream and marshmallows. Irma took a sip. It was perfect. "So where are you going to school, Stephen?"
Stephen stirred his drink, "Well my parents just enrolled me in Sheffield Institute."
"NO WAY! THAT'S WHERE I GO TO SCHOOL!" Irma yelled, causing many of the shops patrons to turn and stare. "Oooops."
Stephen laughed "You must be a lot of fun around the library."
"Hey I don't even know where the library in Sheffield is." Irma admitted. Stephen once again responded with a laugh. Irma smiled. A loud noise came from the kitchen. Irma and Stephen both looked in its general direction. Irma thought she knew what was the source of the sound "Stephen excuse me, I need to use the little girls room." She quickly left headed for the rest room.
Once inside Irma checked no-one else was there, she locked the door and headed towards the small window. With some difficulty she managed to prise it open. The gap was large enough to get her head through 'Please don't let me get stuck she said.' Once her head was outside she caught the unmistakable smell that was Passling. "Blunk!" She yelled as quietly as possible so as not to draw attention to herself.
The sound of rumbling in a near-by dumpster caught her attention, soon after Blunk popped his head out of the Pile of garbage. "IRMA! Blunk glad to see you." Blunk was holding a broken skateboard in one hand.
"Blunk what are you doing here?"
"Good treasure, Blunk make big profits. You want Mummerboard?" Blunk asked.
Irma wasn't mad but couldn't have Blunk as a distraction "Blunk, I'm in the middle of important business here."
"Irma mean blondie? What so important?" Blunk asked, failing to understand the concept of Irma liking Stephen.
"Blunk, leave now or I swear I am going to give you a bath." Irma fumed. Not taking the risk of Irma bluffing, Blunk quickly opened a fold and headed through. Irma sighed and pulled her head through the window. "At least I didn't get stuck in the window." She said to herself.
Irma made her way back to the table Stephen looked up as she approached. "Hey." he smiled.
"Hey. Sorry I took so long, so what were we talking about?"
Night had come and Irma and Stephen were still in the corner café still deep in their conversation. Both seemed totally oblivious to what time it was or that the café was about to close. one of the waiters made his way of to the table. "Excuse me , I'm sorry but we're closing in five minutes."
Stephen nodded "Thanks." he tipped the waiter. and stood up. "I guess we better get going." He helped Irma with her coat and they made their way to the door. They two walked down the street. The sound of a car horn caught their attention. Tom Lair's police cruiser pulled up beside the pair.
The window rolled down and Tom leaned out the window. "Hey Irma need a lift home?" He asked, Irma could see that he was looking Stephen up and down. "Who's your friend."
Irma didn't get a chance to answer, as Stephen interjected quickly. "My name is Stephen Carlin, Mr Lair. Its a real pleasure to meet you." Stephen extended a hand. Tom took his hand a quickly shook it.
"Its a pleasure to meet you as well Stephen. I'm sorry but it is getting quite late. Shouldn't you be getting home?"
"Yessir. I'll be on my way." He turned to Irma, "I hope to see you at school on Monday." He flicked her cat ear again playfully. "Later Kittycat^." He turned with a smile and made his way down the street. Irma found herself waving as despite the fact Stephen's back was turned.
Irma got into the passenger side door and buckled her seatbelt. The Journey home for the Lair's was silent. They pulled up in the drive way and Tom looked at his daughter.
Irma looked back at him slightly unnerved, worried about what he was going to say next. "What?" she asked accusingly.
Tom smiled as he answered "He seems nice. He got out of the car leaving Irma bewildered. Irma quickliy got out and followed her father.
"What do you mean he seems nice?" Irma almost yelled.
"Exactly what it sounds like it means." Tom answered.
"What? No lecture, no 'Be careful Irma', no frisking, no background checks, no stakeouts..." Irma was confused by her fathers judgement.
Anna Lair opened the door. "What's going on?" She was perplexed by the noise her daughter was making, or at least the reason.
"Irma met someone. He's nice." Tom said making his way inside.
Anna's face seemed to light up. "Okay, details."
"MOM!" Irma moaned.
"What I have a right to know." Anna said as Irma made her way through the house. to the kitchen. There was a Pizza box on the table. Irma got a plate from the cupboard, and place two slice on it, she took a can of soda. She made her way up to her room.
Irma sat down on her bed and clicked on her TV, there was a movie on showing a man in a hockey mask chasing a young woman though the woods^, on another channel there was a sitcom showing a several people sitting in a coffee shop^. Irma settled on the channel, and opened her soda. 'Today couldn't have went better.' She thought to herself.
Author's Note Well that's the first chapter. Don't ask how many there's going to be because I haven't got a clue myself. I just write as it comes.
Anyway on to the references.
References to Past episodes:
The only one this time was an obvious reference to "Z is for Zenith"
Cultural References:
1st ^ is a refence to "Mew Mew Power."
2nd ^ is also a "Mew Mew Power" reference.
3rd ^ is a reference to the "Friday the 13th" Horror movie series.
4th ^ is a reference to the show "Friends"