"This sucks," Stella said as she sat on the edge of her bed. "By now who knows what those witches would have done to Bloom and Flora, if something happens to them I'll never forgive this school."
"Now, before we go flying off the handle let's look at this logically." Tecna said as she stood off one side of the group. "If we charge in with our current situation we all would be entrapped."
"But if we don't do anything they could in major trouble," Musa said. "Or worse."
"Alright, even if we did start looking for them we would have a clue on where to start," Tecna said. "Cloud tower would be to obvious choice for them to take a hostage."
"We could try tracking down the dark energy," Musa said. "It maybe a long shot, but it's better than nothing."
Tecna was going to further protest but she too was worried about her friends. Sitting down on Stella's bed she sighed. "That wouldn't work, but I do have a sample of their energy patterns. It would narrow down areas of search."
"That's great!" Musa said.
"But if we do this, we'll be expelled."
"Mom and dad will be mad but I can't let my friends die!" Stella said.
"Dad would be upset but he would understand," Musa said. "He told me never leave behind a friend."
"Just let me fix up a device," Tecna said while she walked towards the door. "It might take a moment but I'll work as fast as I can."
Bloom was in the doorway. She could see the rest of the slightly cozy and warm atmosphere with a Lovecraftian air tainting it. Icy was near the unlit fireplace in a small cot asleep, there was a table with various items of magical properties. Bloom walked a little closer to see a small pile of pamphlets, pamphlets to other magix schools.
Why would she have these? Bloom thought to herself as she looked them over. Looking over at Icy's sleeping form she return to the school pamphlets, it was like fate - or Deus Ex Machina - was guiding her here.
Maybe she should look into these schools as well? She already could tell she wasn't going to be excepted into Alfea next year.
Sitting into a comfortable looking chair with a few pamphlets, once in a while looking over towards Icy she while read them over. She noticed much of the schools aren't really based in ether pure witch or pixie magix, she readily didn't read much into it.
Bloom had finished all of the pamphlets, now her focus return to Icy. Earlier in the basement the witch of frozen water had almost said she loved her, Bloom was taken back by the statement but sat there quietly nursing her own thoughts.
Why would she try to kill her so often? Maybe it was something emotional, psychological or something much deeper. Maybe she should ask her personally when the witch awakes?
Bloom sighed silently as she stood up, wondering into the room that most resemble the kitchen area. She was taking a risk by selecting a wrapped sandwich (which there seem to be only that type of item in said fridge) and finally eating since she was taken.
Afterwards she sat there at the table thinking. She wondered; was she meant for Alfea?
Her sisters have prove themselves too weak for liking. In fact that silly goal of dragonfire seemed nothing more than a high school ideal of popularity, why would her coven be after such a item?
Unless they, too, are weak.
She laughed as her fingers traced the spines of the millions of millions of books of Cloud Tower. No one ever told her what to do, not Icy, Stormy or the headmistress. She had come as she pleased, even if the librarian tried to stop her.
It has been a few hours, she was growing ever tired of these useless tomes for novice witches. If there was any thing of true worth they would be in the headmistress's personal library, Darcy know it. Just as she was about to turn she noticed something, a slender volume on the lost planet Sparks.
As the saying goes, know your enemy. Darcy thought as she pulled out the book, it was bound in leather and seem to have seen better days. Selecting a small table in the corner she read over the contents, there was something very interesting - and shocking in a way - information.
You're coming with me, Darcy thought as she walked past the bloody corpse of the librarian. Next stop, the private library of the headmistress.