"Good morning you two," Michael said. He was reading his paper as Vanessa brought out breakfast, "what you got planned for today?"
"Nothing really," Stormy pulled out a chair. "Just going out, later today."
"Right," Michael return to reading his paper. Vanessa sat down next to him and gave him the "look", a few seconds passed before she kicked him under the table a little. "Wha, oh, that." He folded up the paper, setting it down next to his food he gave a fake stern look. "Your mother and I, where wondering what are you going to do for the rest of the school year. You see we're very concern about your future."
"Hey, what about me?" Stormy shouted.
"You can just leech on Bloom, OW!" Michael felt a sharp blow to his family gems. He slid out of his chair and laid there silently screaming in pain on the floor, Stormy and Bloom was in shock.
"What your father means is that you, as Bloom's friend, might raise to the occasion and join her in whatever path she chooses."
"Uh, well I am thinking of maybe going to a regular school here on earth," Bloom said. "Than work from there."
"That's good," Vanessa said. The rest of the day was pretty uneventful.
"Who are you, and why are you in my room?"
Darcy stood in the doorway, arms crossed and eyes a blaze. She defiantly seems like someone that would clash with Bloom, Darcy smiled a little while taking a step forward. The girl, with long and neatly kept black hair and light skin tone, lonely stood her ground as she balled her fist. "How would you like to get back at Bloom?"
"Listen," the girl snapped. "I don't know what you are doing here, what you want with me or her but I am giving you eight seconds to get out!"
"Stop throwing a hissy fit," Darcy laid a hand on the girl's shoulder before throwing her aside. She luckily landed on the bed, bouncing off and landing painfully on the floor Darcy stood over this child. "Are you going to be a good little girl and help me, or do I have to make you," Darcy was cut off. Four long, yet very narrow, marks appeared on her left cheek, this girl had manage to use her nails as a weapon.
Calm down, you'll give her "rewards" after this.
"Get out of my room."
"What is your name?"
The girl scowled, she raked her nails across the scratches, deepening and lengthening the cuts. That pushed the witch over the edge. She placed two fingers on the girl's forehead, "mad mind control!" A sharp and painful spark of energy went through her fingers into this girl's mind. "Now, what is your name?"
"Mitzi," the girl spoke so naturally it was scary. Yet her eyes were, glazed over somehow.
"Are you going to help me?"
There was a moment of hesitation. "Yes." Darcy smiled, the first phase of her plan was complete.
"Hey, Stormy."
"Yeah, what?" The curly haired witch as a little annoyed. They were heading down to the movie theater, so far the walk has been quite except for moments of attempted idol talk. Stormy hated idol talk, talking always lead to speaking about personal matters. Matters of a philological subject, and that's something she'll take to her grave.
"What's your favorite color?"
"Why you want to know?"
"I'm just wondering," Bloom looked around. She felt like this "date" was going no where, in her opinion the movies were something you got to with friends or family; not a date. "I bet it's purple."
"And I bet you're wrong."
"I'm just trying to have something of a nice time," Bloom stopped for a second. She knew one thing that Stormy loves, and that's tormenting someone. "Come with me!" She said as she grabbed the witch's wrist and dragged her into a nearby dinner.
At the doors Stormy was a little confused and a bit dazed, she wonder what is the fiery fairy is up to.
"Hey."
"Stormy," Bloom was dragging-leading the confused girl towards a corner booth. "I'm trying to connect here, and the movies isn't the answer."
Sitting down Bloom smiled wickedly, "I'm going to tell you about the story how I kicked Diapsro's butt."
Stormy raised a brow, now this is interesting.