Disclaimer: I really don't own anything. I swear it. Honest. No really, I don't.

-blinking- People reviewed.

Marco: -is shocked-

Spinner: -is more shocked-

Well that's...neat. I'm just surprised is all. So uh...yeah.

Marco: -is still in shock-

Um...I don't really know what to do with myself now. I suppose revievew responses shall be in order.

just-nikki: Wow, thank you for the kind review. I mean there was love three times. -smiles- I know the your and you're. I'm a redneck. And I know that's no excuse for bad grammer, and one day I will learn how to fix that. And I'm glad you think it's creative. That's what I was going for. In other fandoms you see tons of stories about vampires and stuff, but Degrassi has like, none. It was so sad. I'm going to end up writing a vampire ficlet. I just know it.

eclipsed: Ah, great? Thank you! I was afraid I'd gone overboard with the note in Ch.1, but I just couldn't stop myself. Cursed fingers. -sweatdrops- Ah yes, I love DylanMarco. Did you see 'It's Raining Men?' The cutest episode ever made! But I like get-to-gether fiction. And I think Spinner/Marco is cute. I'll have you converted yet. Muwhahaha.

megtyped: You were my first reviewer. It was funny cause I was sure I wouldn't even get one throughout this whole thing and yours popped up. So thank you for reviewing.

Ah yes, and of course, you can not forget the lovely flamer!

Marco: Thank you!

Uh...I meant flame as in bad review for this story hun.

Marco: Oh...

Yes. I was planning on just ignoring this, but it was so damn amusing I just had to say something.

The following is a flame sent to firevega from flygurl09. Ahem: WHAT IS THIS CRAP? Sorry but I'm not going 2 read anymore!! I like tha marco thing but not with all this kitty and witch crap!!

-laughing- I'm sorry, but this was too funny! I mean, I put a warning in the first chapter that this is about Marco being a witch. And how can you like the 'marco thing' but not the kitty and witch crap? The 'marco thing' is the kitty and witch crap! Honestly people, if you are going to flame me, do it because I'm an awful writer, not because I made Marco a witch. I mean come on! I even listed it in the Supernatural section. -shakes head in disappointment- At first I was upset that my story was called crap, but after a while I just sort of had to laugh it off. Now I just sit and stare at it in amusement before looking at the other reviews that say they like my piece of crap.

Spinner: -uses the flame to make a smores- Mmm...tastey!

Well at least someones happy.

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Chapter Three: Explanations and Meetings

First of all, Marco, you are a Chovexani.

I stare at her, shaking my head. "A w-what?"

In my peoples language, Chovexani means a witch. You are a witch Marco.

"All right, you can just stop right there. I can't be a witch. I mean, one, I'm a guy! Aren't witches supposed to be girls?" I ask her.

She shakes her head. No, no. The true definition of a witch is a human being with abilities and powers that other humans do not have; their gender does not matter.

"But still…that can't be right!" I tell her, unable to keep myself from screaming. I know I'm going to wake mama and pap up, but frankly I don't care. As long as it gets this crazy cat out of here, then it will be worth the grounding I'll probably get.

Would you stop that?

"Stop what? I'm not doing anything."

Yes, you are. You keep calling me crazy, you keep interrupting me, and you keep arguing with me! Now you are a witch and I will prove it to you later. Right now I need to explain some things to you. So shut the hell up.

"I…"

I said shut up! Question and answer time will be provided after the explanation time. Her dark eyes narrow at me, and I find myself gulping slightly as I nod. I mean, I might as well listen to her, right? I can't believe I'm talking to a cat. Good. Now you are a witch, as I've previously mentioned. You were born a witch, which means that one of your relatives was probably a witch as well, or was connected to the magical forces in some way. Now that you are almost an adult, your powers will soon start making themselves known. That is why I am here. I am your familiar; I am here to help you train, to help you learn to control your powers.

"But…you're a cat," I point out for what seems like the millionth time today.

No I'm not. I just look like a cat. I am really a gypsy.

A gypsy? Now this is just to weird. "You can't actually expect me to believe that, can you?"

You're talking to me, aren't you?

"…" I open my mouth to say something but find that there's really nothing I can say. She's got me there. With something that closely resembles a smirk she continues with her explanation.

Yes, I am a gypsy. I used to live in Rome with my clan. We were all very powerful, and knew many witches. When I died I became reincarnated as a cat, so that I could become a familiar and help witches like yourself discover and control their powers.

"Then who was that woman with you today? Was she a familiar too?" The question is out before I can stop myself. I can't help but be curious; I mean yes, I know this is all fake. The sleep deprivation must have gotten to me and now I'm insane. I'm talking to cats for God sake. What normal people have conversations with cats? The only explanation is that I've gone completely insane. I'm probably in a mental institution right now. I bet I even have one of those straight jacket things on. I frown slightly at the thought. Those things never look good on anyone…

No, she tells me. That woman was Samantha. She has been my keeper for more than a century. Ah and before you ask 'what's a keeper', a keeper is the person who keeps we familiars with them when none of our charges are ready for us yet. They also help us find our charges when they come of age. She led me to you. Now, I have explained all of that. It is your turn.

"My turn…?" I ask her softly. My turn what? And I don't think she's done explaining everything.

With a sigh she moves off of my lap, stretching her body out. Your turn to explain your dreams.

I sit up a little more, watching her cautiously. Should I tell her? I can't believe I'm even asking myself this question. I can't tell her, right? I mean she's a cat…a gypsy…whatever. And she's probably not even real. "I must be losing my mind," I tell myself, rubbing my temples.

Ah, but you can't lose something you have never had, she informs me coyly, jumping back onto my lap. Now spill. I demand you tell me everything about these dreams. How long have you been having them?

Oh, what the hell, eh? Might as well tell her. "Since I was around eight or ten," I answer with a sigh. "They've always been the same; I'll be walking around the desert, at least I think it's a desert, and then there is this voice, someone mocking me or something. But lately they've been getting…worse."

How so? she asks me curiously, and suddenly I have this mental image of her raising an eyebrow. I laugh to myself lowly, since it is a pretty amusing mental image, since she is a cat. She hisses at me and I shake my head, getting back to the point.

"Well, I've been having them every night for the past month. And they've gotten even more vivid then usual," I say, gesturing to the cut on my chest. "I must be insane."

You are not insane, Rom Baro; you are haunted.

I blink at her a few times. "What do you mean haunted? And why do you keep calling me Rom Baro?"

She ignores my questions, instead asking, Have you been through anything particularly traumatic lately? A family death, some personal issues?

I shift a bit nervously, not sure if I want to share this information. I mean, my parents don't even know that I'm…so how can I tell her that…? With a sigh, I realize that one of these days I'm going to have to talk about it. And who better to talk about it with than a figment of my imagination? "I broke up with my first boyfriend a month ago."

She doesn't even seem surprised by the information; more amused, actually as she purrs, which sounds a lot like a laugh. Almost half of my male charges have been gay. It's just a curse that I get them. I let out a soft breath that I didn't even know that I was holding at her comment. I can feel myself relaxing a bit. I always get extremely nervous when I have to tell someone that I'm gay…even if it is a cat.

"What does my break-up have to do with anything?" I ask her, slightly apprehensive.

It's not the break-up, but the emotional state that it left you in. It probably left you more venerable than usual, and that is why you have been seeing this man in your dreams more often; it is because it is now easier for him to slip into your mind. We will have to work on building your defenses back up.

"Um…excuse me, but what are you talking about? There's not seriously someone who can like, break into my dreams or anything. Their just nightmares. I mean…they are…right?"

With a soft hiss she swipes her paw at my bandage, barely making contact with the skin. A slight stinging runs through my chest and I pull back, wincing slightly. "Point taken," I say through slightly gritted teeth.

You are being haunted. This man is most likely another witch; another evil witch. If he is in your dreams he is probably trying to corrupt you and bring you into his coven, or steal your powers, or something else along those lines. Whatever the reason, you are in grave danger if he continues in his haunting. You must start your training immediately.

I shake my head slightly. Placing my hands on either side of me I make a move to stand up, but stop with I feel sharp claws pressing against my skin. I look into her eyes and find myself taking a shaky breath. This is ridiculous! I will not be intimated by a cat.

"Listen, I don't want any training."

I do not care if you want or not; you will receive it, unless you would rather die.

"It's crazy enough just listening to all of this, but actually trying to train to become a witch? Do you know how asinine this all as?"

Oh, asinine, big word for an 5th grader.

I glare at her, shifting to push her away from my chest. "I'm in grade 10, thank you very much."

Really? Aren't you kind of scrawny to be in grade 10? How old are you? Twelve, thirteen?

"I'm not scrawny," I retort, my anger flaring. "I'm just…I'm…leave me alone."

Sorry Rom Baro, no can do. We must train.

"Train? You mean like for witchy stuff?" I ask, stifling a laugh. "What are you going to do; teach me how to fly around on broomsticks?"

Now who's being asinine?

"Shut up."

Witches don't fly unless it's on an airplane. I'm talking about training you with the basic powers that every witch has.

"Basic powers?" I ask tilting my head to the side a bit. "Like what?"

My God, you really don't know anything do you? The basic powers are simple things; like mind speak, what I am doing now. That you are definitely going to have to learn. We can't be walking around together with you having a conversation aloud with me. People really would think your crazy. There are other things, too. Like telekinesis, reading minds and sometimes even being able to control minds -but you won't be learning to do that, since it is for very advanced students- and calling upon the four elements; water, air, fire and earth.

Wow. I sure do let my imagination run away with me. I mean, look at all the powers I'm invented for myself to have! I should be a writer -well, I mean, if I wasn't crazy and all.

You're not crazy, you moron! You're a witch. W-I-T-C-H, witch! I know you might find it hard to believe now, but you are. And if you don't start your training -and soon- then you might end up dead, or worse.

I raise an eyebrow, tilting my head to the side. "Worse? What's worse than being dead?"

Becoming a slave to the dark forces. Now, you are going to have to listen to me and follow my instruction exactly. First…

"Whoa whoa, hold on a minute there," I tell her sighing. "Look, I still don't believe you. I mean, I can't. It is a nicer theory then being crazy, I'll admit that, but a witch? I can't be a witch."

And why the hell not?

"Because…" I reason brilliantly. "Like you said, witches have all these powers and stuff. I haven't ever experienced any of them. And I mean…you make it sound like…witches are strong."

They are.

"Well that's just it! I'm not strong. I'm a complete wimp, actually. Just another reason that I can't possibly be a witch," I inform her. I wrap my hands around her shoulders, lifting her up to set her on the ground. I stand and walk over to my bed, sinking into the comforter when I fall back on it. Maybe I'm still dreaming. Yeah, that's it. This is all just some big freaky dream. I close my eyes, squeezing them together tightly. When I count to three, I'm going to open my eyes, and there will be no cat.

One.

Two.

Thr-

"Ah!"

What the hell are you doing?! We haven't even gotten started and you're already sleeping on the job. Bad Rom Baro, bad.

"Ow," I hiss at her. I can't believe she just jumped on my chest like that. She shrugs and slides off of me, one of her claws brushing against my cut. I wince as she does. I sit up as soon as she is off of me and stare at her. She looks into my eyes, never taking her gaze off of mine. We stay like this for I don't know how long, neither of us wavering.

Fine. Do you want me to prove to you that you are a witch?

I blink at her. Prove it? I shrug my own shoulders, letting out a sigh. "Sure. I don't know how you possibly could, but if you think you can, be my guest."

She smirks -I swear that she's smirking- and leaps gracefully off the bed onto the floor. She runs to my book bag and whips it with her tail, receiving my full attention.

Open it, she commands.

"All right…" I tell her unsurely. I get off of the bed and begin walking over to her. "I don't know what this is going to prove but…"

No, no, no! I meant open it using only your mind.

I stare at her. "You can't be serious, can you?" She nods. "No way. I'm not going to try that."

Why? Afraid little Marco? Does the baby need his pacifier?

I pout slightly, glaring at her a little. "What kind of familiar are you anyway?"

A difficult one. Now sit your ass down and open the damn bag.

"All right, all right." I sit down on the edge of the bed. I look at the bag, my eyes concentrating on the silver buckle which holds it closed. "Open sesame!" I say dramatically.

Nothing happens.

"Told you."

Dumbass.

"What?" I ask her. "I did what you asked me to do. I tried."

Well I didn't ask you to try; I asked you to do it. Now quit being such a baby!

I huff slightly and then turn my attention back to the bag. Focusing a bit more, I once again try to get the bag to open. Again nothing happens. "I can't," I tell her shaking my head. "I don't know what I'm doing."

That's obvious, she tells me as she jumps up to my side. Try again. This time, focus all of your energy on the bag. Imagine it opening at your silent command. You can do this.

I nod my head. I close my eyes, taking in a deep breath. I picture it in my mind; the clip sliding out and the top of my bag opening, revealing the books of homework -that I didn't do- piled inside.

Success!

"Huh?" I open my eyes, staring at her in confusion. Then I look down, only to see my bag open. "Holy shit!" I yell out, immediately slapping a hand over a mouth. She adds her paw on top of my hands, each of us glancing around to make sure my parents didn't hear. With a sigh of relief I remove my hands. I frown, glaring at her when she fails to remove her paw from my mouth.

See, you did it. Now you have proof. And plus, do you have any other way to explain the dreams? Face it Marco, you are a witch. I am your familiar. And this, is your destiny.

I still can't believe what I just did. Man this is freaky. I shake my head, drawing in a sharp breath. "I…I guess. I mean if…I can't believe I just…I'm really a…"

Yeah yeah yeah. All right, first thing is first…

"What's your name?" I ask her curiously. I lean back on my elbows, peering at her underneath my dark bangs. I can't believe that I'm a witch. A living, breathing, one hundred percent sane -I can only hope- witch. I crawl off of my bed and move towards my bag, ghosting my fingertips over the now open backpack. "Freaky," I murmur. I turn around, holding the bag in my lap as I settle myself onto the floor. She is still staring at me, and I realize she hasn't answered my question. Maybe she doesn't have a name. "Well if you don't have one, then I'll just give one to you. How about…Fluffy?"

What the hell kind of name is Fluffy?

I bristle slightly and shift, the bag following my movements. "All right, so no Fluffy. How about Black Cat?"

Creative dumbass, aren't you?

"It's just a suggestion. You don't have to mean about it," I say, pouting slightly. "What about…gum drop?"

Can you think of something that doesn't scream my owner is a complete flamer? And where do you get gum drop anyway?

I glare at her, hands gripping the bag tighter. "Well fine. If your going to throw out all of my ideas, you can just name yourself!"

I already have a name, for your information.

Pulling my bag with me I stand up, once again making my way over to the bed. "You do? Well, why didn't you tell me? Never mind," I tell her, shaking my head. "What's your name?"

Mozol. (1)

"Mozol?" I question, scrunching my brow as I try to get the pronunciation right. "How about I just call you Mozzy?"

If you add a y to my name I swear I will take that bag and shove it up your…

"Mozzy it is!" I declare happily. I can feel her eyes burning holes into my neck as I pull out my notebook and a pen. I open it to a blank sheet of paper and tap the end of the pen against it thoughtfully. I have to write this. Mrs. Kwan will kill me if I don't. "Hey, is there any way I can use magic to help me write a four page report about the importance of staying awake in class?"

She tilts her head to the side a little. Well, you could always curse the teacher who gave you the assignment.

I sigh. "Never mind. I'll do it myself."

You should probably get some sleep. We're going to start our training tomorrow. I watch as she flops down on her stomach, her eyes going to the screen. Oh my God, did you just see that? They killed that little boy in the orange coat. Those bastards!

I blink at her in confusion and shake my head. This really has been one heck of a day.

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The last bell rings and I bring my head of from my desk, lifting my hands to rub the sleep from my eyes. Man last night was freaky. I did manage to get that report done, even though Mozzy did keep interrupting me to ask how Kenny could die in one episode and then come back in the next. I finally ended up telling her that Kenny was a witch and he had the power to bring himself back to life. She mentioned something about how lucky I would be if that was my special ability. I ignored it, since I really did want to get that report finished.

I grab my books and begin heading to my locker. I can hear Jimmy and Craig calling me and look back to see them -along with Hazel, Paige and Spinner- coming up to me. I throw my books into my locker and shut the door, turning to them when they reach me. "What's up?" I ask them, trying to pretend as if nothing is wrong. It's been hard today. I mean it's not as if I want them to know that I all of a sudden have magical powers. They would probably think I'm crazy. But still, I don't know how I'm going to hide it from them; especially after I start my training.

"Are you going to come with us to the Dot, or are you going to ditch us again?" Jimmy asks me.

"I don't ditch," I tell him. "I'm just…busy."

"Yeah well, tell us your not busy tonight," Paige says with a smile.

"Sorry guys," I say, shaking my head slightly. "But Mrs. Kwan is making me get a tutor to help me catch up with all the stuff I've missed. I wish I could go, but you know Kwan. If I'm not there, it'll be…" I raise my hand, dragging my index finger across my neck and making a cutting noise.

Spinner shakes his head and pats my shoulder. "Dude, I don't know what happened to you. What happened to that big brain of yours?" he asks, knocking on the side of my head.

"Ow!" I tell him, jumping away and pouting slightly. "That big brain of mine probably got damaged because someone keeps banging on it!" I say, narrowing my eyes. "Why does everyone keep abusing me?" I ask, rubbing the side of my head.

I notice Paige glaring at Spinner slightly but I ignore it, instead just shrugging and lightly hitting him in the shoulder. He laughs at me and catches my hand, holding me at bay. Curses! He finally releases my hand and swings it around Paige shoulder, giving me a small wave with the other. We all say our goodbyes and I begin walking towards Kwans.

"Mrs. Kwan?" I question when I get there, knocking on the doorframe before I enter. I look around the room to see her sitting at her desk, a boy standing in front of her. I move to stand beside him. Clearing my throat I get her attention.

"Ah. Marco Del Rossi, this is Slade Avron, your new tutor."

"Hi," we both say as we turn to face each other. He gives me a warm smile, revealing a two rows of perfectly shining white teeth. He extends his hand to mine and I take it, absently shaking a little bit to quickly. He looks a little older than me, maybe grade 12 or something. He stares at me with ice blue eyes that I just can't seem to look away from.

"Nice to meet you Marco," he tells me. His voice is smooth and deep, very easy to get lost in.

"Um…yeah," I mutter, surprised that I can still speak. This guy is gorgeous, to say the least. He has jet black hair which is spiked up, the very tips of it highlighted with red. He's about seven inches taller than me, and oh gee, don't I feel insignificant. He's wearing a semi-tight dark blue t-shirt, and I can't help but notice the muscles that the tightness of the shirt accents. His pants are a lighter blue, and somewhat baggy. There's a studded black belt wrapped around them, reminding me of one Ellie tried to convince me to buy one time. He looks a lot better then I would have.

I'm still shaking his hand.

"Oh. S-sorry," I stutter as I pull my hand away. I can feel myself blushing as he gives a soft chuckle.

"That's all right. I don't mind," he says with a smile that makes my heart beat three times faster in my chest.

And I thought Dylan was hot. I shake my head. Man, I have been out of the dating scene for way to long. I know that; I mean, I don't always drool over cute guys. Oh man, I'm never going to get through this. I'm going to end up getting nervous and…he's probably straight.

"Marco, I just want you to know that Slade is an excellent student. He'll be helping you out. I'm sure he can teach you a few things," Mrs. Kwan says as she stands up, shuffling out of the room.

I turn back to him, unable to do anything but stare. He grins at me and I can feel myself blushing again, causing him to laugh. He has a nice laugh. I peer up at him, seeing that he is still giving me that same warm smile. I know it's too much to hope, but maybe…maybe having a tutor won't be as awful as I first thought.

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(1) In the gypsy language, Mozol means black current. I think that's what was. It was black current, and I liked that name cause you black current, black cat. Yeah…

I know that Spinner acts a little out of character, but it's kind of important for the story. I just find it fun to make him and Marco flirt. You know, I think they flirt on the show; it's just that their such good friends they don't even think about it. Eventually other people are going to notice though. Anyway, hope this chapter amused you. God introducing Slade was fun! I have such plans for his character. I tried to fix the your and you're thing in this chapter. That wasn't my best writing, either. I'm going to try to make this story better so the readers -if any- don't have to be bored to tears.

Spinner: -twitching- I don't like this Slade.

Marco: I do!

...

Marco: Err…I mean I'm madly in love with you Spinner.

Spinner: Good.

Uh…please review. And I won't be able to update for a while. My friend is coming over for a few days. I'll probably be able to update again on Monday. If she leaves on Monday...

Marco: -sarcastic- Because you two just don't spend enough time together!