"She's gotten her clothes?" Bloom said as she looked out the window towards the two approaching figures, "I don't know how long I can play along with these game, Kikko." It was a few days now, Stormy was beginning to merge with the routines of the house with many choirs. And frankly it was driving her insane, when the backs were turn the claws are exposed.
There's no privacy, yesterday Bloom caught the witch going through her old diary. This morning she accidentally walked in on her in the shower, it was very embarrassing but yet Bloom had lingered there in the doorway (after getting out) for a while with the image in her mind. She blushed than and now when she thought about it, shaking out any thought like that before hearing a knock at the door.
"Hey, your mother's here." Michael said, Bloom took a deep breath before heading downstairs to help her mother unload the small car. Stormy and Bloom exchange glaring hate filled glances at each other while they were behind the parents's backs and nicey-nicey when they face them. What Michael said next was unexpected, "tomorrow is when we head to the shrine to honor your grandfather." He looked over towards Stormy, "does your friend want to come with?"
"I don't know, that's up to her." Bloom said, "Do you want to come with?"
Stormy was silent for a moment, "sure. I would love to come with you, I was always interested in learning about other cultures." So I can make fun of them better, she thought.
When Bloom's parents walked in the redhead pulled the witch aside, "don't you DARE do anything to disrespect my grandfather."
"Relax," Stormy said while leaning in. "I'm just going to make fun of you, pixie."
"Well, how is the search going?" Mrs. Trix said as Icy came in tired and a bit strung out. For the few days she and Icy have been out searching for Stormy, Darcy was no help in the matter as she lounge around while drinking who knows what, watching soaps or talking to Riven on the phone. "Please tell me you found her."
"Sorry, I looked and even did every searching spell I knew," Icy looked dead with the dark circles and pale skin (paler than normal.) "Not even the whisperium crystal wield any answers."
"I'm sure she is safe," Mrs. Trix said. "I can feel it."
"Right, well feel this" Darcy began to "radiate" a feeling, a feeling in the form of a hand, with it's thumb, index, ring and pinky finger down. Leaving one up.
"Show respect!" Icy shouted as she pointed at Darcy, teeth sharp and all showing.
"Why?"
"You little!"
"Icy, Darcy!" Mrs. Trix snapped, her daughters stopped fighting for a moment. "You're sister is missing and all you can do is fight? Get it together and start looking."
"Yes mom," Icy bowed at her feet while Darcy just sat there.
Stormy was trying on clothes in "her" room, while it wasn't the latex, leather and rubber she's use to but it fit comfortably. Bloom stood in the doorway, kind of amazed that the witch can look presentable, Stormy caught sight of her in the mirror.
"Who would have thought you can actually dress not like a slut?"
"And yet you can't seem to stop barging in on people," Stormy retorted. "What do you want?"
"I was wondering something," Bloom took a seat on the edge of the bed. "Why are you being so... Flexible with my family?"
"If you are suggesting that I would spray their blood and spill their guts everywhere you are very sadly mistaken." Stormy looked positively offended, "but I should have expected that from a fairy from Alfea."
"What does that mean?"
"I bet you, that Faragonda told you about how we are so evil." Stormy said, "and yes I remember chasing Musa so don't throw that in my face."
"And I bet you got some kind of slush from Ms. Griffin," Bloom spat back. "And I remember... Doing something, to someone in your school so back off!"
"Your friend burned the storage room! Some of us had to clean up that whole beetle mess!"
"...Okay," Bloom kind of kicked herself, "well, you pulled off that fake book stunt."
"You made me look like a fool in front of Mrs. Griffin," Stormy said. "You placed a wedge between me and my sisters, made Mrs. Griffin worry herself to death, really tore what little unity the schools had together."
"What," Bloom was a little taken back. "Why is Ms.- I mean Mrs. Griffin worried?"
"Simple, her daughter went missing..." Stormy's eyes set themselves on the floor, "I told her she's at Alfea and ever since she's been on the war path."
Went to Alfea? Who could that be? Bloom couldn't help but stare at the crestfallen witch. She might lead others to believe she's evil, Bloom silently left the room, Stormy just tried on other new clothes afterwards. But she's just permanently P.O.'ed, maybe she needs this time alone. Stoping at the edge of the hall, Bloom consider what does Stormy mean to her?
An misunderstood enemy? A pretend friend that will kill her? Or.. A little more than both?