Chapter Twenty Six - Cuckoo for Cocoa Powder

"…I don't get it!" Will whined. It was the first day of the tutoring, and the girls were barely into the first subject, math, and Irma was already ready to thump her friend's head. They were sitting in Irma's kitchen, books scattered in front of the two.

Irma stared at Will, as if she had were a crazy manic robbing robbing a bank, demanding all the pennies they had.

"Just do the first part then." Irma said.

"What's that?" Will asked, her voice was laced with confusion and frustration.

"This is order of operations! This is 6th grade stuff. You are in 10th grade. Please Will, act your age!" Irma moaned. Tutoring her fearless leader was going to be harder then she had thought…

Will immediately began a speech about how she was not acting and blah blah blah. Irma's mind began to wonder, and she took no notice of the mindless babble her friend was babbling about. Irma watched her red headed friend talk for one minute, her mouth moving, although none of Will's ramblings actually entered Irma's mind. Irma was completely bored of the whole situation.

By the time Irma's mind reached the seventh topic, Will had paused, finally taking notice that Irma had not taken in a word she had uttered for the past few minutes.

"Were you listening to me?" Will snapped, although she knew the answer. It was simply one of those questions those in books and television asked, even though one already knew the answer.

"Sure." Irma said, in an automatic, dreamy voice. Will scowled at her friend. As much as she loved Irma, she hated the way Irma took no notice of what she had to say.

Irma, suddenly hungry, stood up. Quite quickly, Irma wished she had not done so. Her stomach, you see, was carrying two, instead of the usual one, so therefore her ankles got swollen much more quickly then someone who was carrying one.

Irma snatched up a box of hot chocolate, Butterfinger flavor, in her pantry, and hobbled back to the table. She picked up a mug, she had left where she had previously been sitting, but had not used, and set it in front of her, Will watching her friend.

Irma's eyes returned to their dream-like state as she ripped open four packets. She dumped their contents into the mug. Will watched, her brown eyes bugging out of her head.

"Well… You like your hot chocolate chocolaty, don't you?" Will said, nervously, forgetting her frustration with Irma prior the current going-ons.

Irma smirked at friend, enjoying herself. She dumped one more of the paper packets into the mug, and then sifted the powder with a spoon, she had found on the counter, which strangely had been clean.

"Would you like me to heat up some water… or milk whichever your prefer with your hot chocolate?" Will asked, nervously.

Irma shook her head softly, enjoying herself immensely. And then, Irma lifted the mug to her lips, and swallowed some of the powder, as Will stared at her friend, in disgust.

"Ah-ha-ha. I get it. You're pregnant. The strange cravings… Okay… I get… Ha…" Will said, laughing quite nervously. Will, of course, had no need to be nervous. There is truly nothing wrong with the taste of hot cocoa powder, and to some, tastes better then the liquid form.

Irma turned her head sharply to face Will, "To tell you the truth, I have always enjoyed a cup of hot chocolate power, plain." Said she, bluntly.

"Oh…ha…ha…" Will said her hand flying to the back of her head. It would have been a perfect moment for her to sweat drop, had the cartoon been an anime show.

Irma watch poor Will, as she let lifted the cup to her lips, and let some more of the brown powder slide down her throat.

"Here, lemme make you some." Irma said.

Will rapidly shook her head, indicating no.

"Would you get me another box in the pantry? I finished this one." Irma questioned, taking no notice of her friend's objection to her suggestion. Will shook her head again, her red hair flying about.

"Darns it. You are going to make me walk aren't you?" Irma said, her dreamy face gone, and in place of the far-away face, a scowl. Irma grunted, as she swung her legs of her kitchen stool. She waddled over to the pantry, where she ferociously snatched a brand new box of Butterfinger how chocolate, which was among many others. In addition to the box, the girl got another green mug, from the cup cabinet. She waddled back over the Will and the table. By the time ten minutes had passed, Irma had made a perfect cup of hot chocolate, minus any hint of liquid. She pushed the substance over to her friend, and watched as Will nervously eyed the cup.

"It is not poison or anything." Irma said, calmly.

Will fearfully griped the handle of the coffee mug, and slowly brought the concoction to her lips, as Irma egged her on. Finally, she gagged down a mouthful. After she after successfully gulped down the first bit, she found she actually LIKED the taste.

"Good." Will said, almost shyly. Irma smirked, as she took another sip. The enjoyed one another's company in complete silence drinking their powder.

"So… can you explain question one to me again?"

Author Note – Sorry it took me so long to update. I just finished WITCH book 27. I sobbed during 26. Here is the first two comics, for you enjoyment. Take out the spaces.

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