From a Witch's Perspective

Chapter two: Bad hair day.

(Thank you guys so much for your lovely reviews! I'm just gonna let you all know that this story is going to take place somewhere early in the first season I'm not really pinning it down to a certain episode.)

I grumbled picking out stray leaves and twigs from my hair.

"Well maybe that's it maybe the warning this morning was simple a sign that my broom stick has it in for me." I said to myself then glared at the thing that was lying all so innocently two feet from me.

It had to go and crash right into the only freaking tree the school had and it really couldn't be considered a tree anyway it was more like a twig with a bush on top of it… well it used to have a bush on top of it.

"Making sure it's working he says, checked it myself he says…" I stomped over to my offender and glared down.

"Listen up slick there's a giant rusty saw in the basement with your name on it!" I threatened it harshly. It didn't seem too fazed by this. I just grumbled some more and tapped it turning it back into an earring.

As I was securing it back into place I heard a loud voice say from behind me

"Miss Dwyer?"

Ack!

I whipped around to see the grim set face of Principle Coulson in his ever present gray suit that didn't have a single flipping crease in it.

I blinked owlishly at him as he just stared back with a blank expression. I knew right away I was in trouble. Why is it, out of out of all the freaks in this school the man has gotta pick on me? Ever since he became the new principle (Which is downright suspicious business in my opinion) He's always right there whenever I do something wrong or even remotely witchy…

He's just there all of the sudden…

"Have a fight with the tree this morning Miss Dwyer?" He asked in dry tone.

"Just a small accident that's all!" I said loudly in a slightly higher pitch than I usually use. He's expression didn't change.

"You're late for class again Miss Dwyer." He said

"Oh well you see my poor uncle he fell down the stairs this morning and I had to-" I began but was cut off

"Third time this week?" Coulson asked with his right eyebrow cocked

"…Yes…"

Busted.

"Tell your uncle I seriously suggest that he avoid any and all staircases."

"…I'll make sure to tell him that sir."

"Off you go then Miss Dwyer and please make sure to use the railing on your way."

"Yes sir."

He nodded then turned around and walked away with his hands folded behind his back, I made a face as he did. The guy seriously freaked me out I mean he doesn't even slouch when he walks!

I snatched up my bag from the ground and walked as quickly as I could up to the school.

I slammed my hand over the paper as if it had personally offended me.

"This can't be happening." I muttered with my eyes squeezed shut. I opened one of them just a peek and slid my hand a few shades to the left but alas, that big fat red F was still standing proudly on my paper.

It was mocking me. I could feel it.

"What's a matter Dwyer? Couldn't get your homework to do itself?" said a rather annoying voice behind me.

I just deadpanned and thought "Or it could be just that mocking me instead of the paper…"

"It's too freaking early for your antics Thompson." I said dryly without turning around.

Flash Thompson was the blonde super star jock of Midtown high and since I was the freaky ginger that dressed in striped tights claiming to be a witch, it was only logical for him to get up in my grill whenever an opportunity arose for him.

"Aw did you stay up late playing with your voodoo dolls?"

I gritted my teeth and shoved my paper into my bag forcefully imagining that I was shoving it down Thompson's throat and there for ridding me of two enemies at once…

I suppose it's a bit stereotypical to be redhead with an anger problem but I think anyone would form anger issues by having Thompson sit behind them every day except for two blessed days that really only last for ten minutes before resuming routine.

I turned around in my seat and fixed my face to dead stare. Thompson was smirking at me with his arms folded and his chest puffed up in his ridiculous blue and white jacket.

I held out my hand and wiggled my fingers; I muttered gibberish under my breath that rhymed until a saw a spark of hesitance in his cocky attitude. I kept my face straight though inside I was rolling around on the floor laughing like hyena.

I stopped and got up calmly then slung my bag over my shoulder and walked towards the classroom door to head to lunch.

I heard a forced and obviously nervous laugh behind me "What was that Dwyer? Did you curse me?" He continued to laugh as he stood up but I was already putting on a particularly wicked grin and tucked a stray strand of hair behind my ear.

Next thing you know there was a collective gasp from the other students as Flash Thompson fell flat on his face due to his shoelaces suddenly being tied together.

Score board: Witch: 1 Jock: 0

My victory was short lived though. I shoved open the door making my dramatic exit then in the rush of all the excitement there was a thud on the other side of the door followed by a loud groan.

Ack, Ick, that didn't sound good at all.

I leaned around the door searching with wide eyes for whatever I hit with the door because you really couldn't do a 'hit and run' with a door, especially in a high school.

O. M. G.

I stared with my jaw hanging open at a golden haired dream with really nice arms and the most stunning green eyes that spring leaves couldn't compare to.

His name was Daniel Rand, I've been crushing on him since I saw him casually strutting across a PE course we had in gym class one time. (Which I epically failed and prayed he was too busy talking to his buddies to notice me.)

"I am so sorry! I'm such a Spazz! I am so, so sorry!"

He was also holding his nose in his right hand.

"Did I break your nose!? Oh my gosh I am so sorry I've been having a really bad day!" I continued to babble with my hands held out in front of me but I was too afraid to touch him for fear that I might do more damage.

"It's alright, I've had worse." He said with a small chuckle.

"Your voice is like velvet!" My inner hussy was squealing but I kicked her to the side because I so couldn't afford to space out right now.

"Are you sure?! I am really, really sorry!" I said

"It's fine really." He replied and let go of his nose as if to reassure me that I did not fatally injure him.

I took a moment to take him in, his hair was cut to his jaw line and skin was slightly pale but he was one of the few guys in the world that could make it work. He wore tan cargo pants with a jacket tied around his waist and had a nicely fitted green tee shirt on.

I was struggling on the inside not to blush like an idiot. Then he gave a full on grin and tilted his head to the side a little.

Oh well, blush away blush away blush away all…

"You're name is Daphne right?" He asked and I nodded like a bobble head.

"I'm Danny Rand." He said introducing himself, he even held out his hand.

I shook it robotically trying not to focus on the fact that his hands seemed tough and soft at the same time.

"Maybe next time we meet there won't be any doors involved." He said and with that he jogged down the hall leaving me clutching my bag to my chest like some sort of anime love struck school girl which was exactly how I was feeling.

Then I noticed with a sinking heart he was heading to the nurse's office.

I crushed the nose of my crush.

I walked down the hall to my locker ignoring the way everyone would stare at me as I past them and 'oh so subtly' jumped out of my path as if I was the plague.

I just kept walking because that's all you can do about it, my uncles did the same.

I was still fighting down my blush from earlier when I saw MJ waiting for me at the lockers with her signature camera.

MJ was the only friend I had in this school. I don't even know why she's my friend either; one day I looked up and there she was introducing herself and asking if she could interview me. I declined then she came up with his routine to wait by my locker each day at lunch until I finally agreed.

It didn't break her daily habit to be at my locker by noon though.

"Wow you are RED what happened to you?" MJ asked when I finally got close to her.

I threw her a flat look "I've always been red MJ have you looked in a mirror recently?" I asked and opened my locker.

MJ and I were both red heads but her hair went down her back while mine just barely brushed my shoulders.

"Ha, ha." She replied "You know what I mean your face is a tomato."

Is it that bad?

I pulled out a small mirror I carried in my bag.

Yikes, I really hope Danny didn't witness that.

I slammed my locker closed once I was finished messing around with it. Thank goodness MJ decided to change the topic.

"So get this I came up with the perfect plan this morning!" She grinned at me as we began our trek to lunch.

"What plan?" I asked

"My plan to get an exclusive interview with Spider-man!" She exclaimed.

She continued to tell me her plan in detail about how she would lure him to her and get 'his side' of the story about being a masked menace, or at least that's what the papers call him. I just kept my mouth shut and listened, MJ had this obsession with Spider-man, New York city's masked vigilante. She thought an interview with him would help launch her journalist career.

I just didn't like the thought of a guy, who fought for a living supposedly against the law, alone with my enthusiastic friend. But then again she hangs out with me…

"What do you think?" She asked once she had finished.

"I think you need a twelve step program." I answered simply.

She paid me no attention and continued as if she didn't hear me. I just smiled and shook my head, hopefully whoever this Spider guy was just kept his distance from her. Not just for her sake but for his two because MJ could be a bit much at points.

Maybe I could get her to wear one of Uncle Casper's charms….

I thought of my own charm that still buzzed softly with magic, it didn't give off any warning signals about dangerous magic so far.

"Hey MJ, Daph, wait up!"

We turned to see Harry Osborn jogging down the hall to us.

Harry was one of MJ's friends; he was also the richest kid in this school and one of the most popular. Up until recently he walked to lunch with one of their friends called Peter Parker but according to Harry he's been blowing him off lately so he's taken up walking with us instead.

I was opposed to this at first but Harry is actually an ok guy, I was surprised to find we actually get along pretty well.

"Darn I told you we weren't walking fast enough." I said to MJ when Harry finally caught up to us and threw him a teasing smile.

Harry just grinned back and walked up between us putting an arm around each of our shoulders.

"So ladies…" he began deepening his voice for dramatic effect. We rolled our eyes at him.

"How are we this morning?"

"Fine, I got to watch Flash trip on his shoes this morning and MJ here, has come up with a full proof plan to woo Spider-man." I replied with a casual shrug.

"Ugh not this Spider-man thing." Harry groaned and pulled back from us and went to walk beside MJ. I wasn't sure why but Harry seemed to have some personal beef with the vigilante, I never bothered asking about it.

"I'm not trying to woo him." MJ muttered

I smiled at her and said "I'm just teasing you Hon; I think your plan is awesome."

I knew I was in the safe zone because she smiled back. It's never good to have a ticked off MJ around.

"So Thompson tripped on his shoes?" Harry asked, changing the subject.

"Made my entire week." I laughed.

He held out a fist which I tapped with my own.

We walked to the cafeteria, Harry opened the door for us with a dramatic sweep of his arm "Ladies first."

The cafeteria was loud and filled with people; we quickly had to get out of the walkway to avoid getting run over by the skater dudes.

"Do you see Pete?" MJ asked standing at the tips of her toes to see over the crowd.

"No, he's probably eating with his new friends." I heard Harry grumble

"Ok what's the deal with this Peter guy?" I asked

"I've known him my whole life practically." MJ answered then Harry said "We were friends."

"Were friends?" I asked again giving MJ a questioning look. I figured it's about time I got the whole story behind Peter Parker.

"He started hanging out with these new kids, they're transfers from somewhere… well we just don't see him as much anymore." MJ confessed and rubbed the back of her neck.

"You know they get him in detention right?" Harry said

"Seriously?" I asked

Harry opened his mouth to continue but was cut off by this guy that was jogging towards us, he had short hair but he didn't have curled auburn locks like Harry, his was brown and sort of flopped down on either side of his head. He looked hopeful and was waving our way wearing blue jeans, a white shirt and an unbuttoned light blue outer shirt.

"Harry, MJ!"

MJ's face seemed to light up like the fourth of July, I took note of this…

"Hey Pete!" She called back with a smile and tucked flipped her hair back over her shoulder…. Huh.

So this is Peter Parker.

"Hey Peter where's your crew?" Harry asked; he didn't look as cheerful as MJ in fact he looked annoyed.

Peter seemed slightly put off by Harry's attitude, I almost felt bad for him because he looked so happy to see them.

"I uh…" Peter trailed off as he looked in my direction; I remain impassive but I'm wondering if I should give the trio their space.

"Oh, this is Daphne, Daphne this is Peter." MJ introduced us. We exchanged a friendly 'hey' but again I felt like I was intruding so I went and excused myself saying I was off to get in line for some food.

As I was walking away Harry and Peter starting talking but their conversation was drowned out by the many other voices in the cafeteria. I could feel my stomach shriveling up in distaste as I got closer to the lunch line.

It looked like it was pizza day. This did not make things better since the pizza here tastes like cardboard. Sometimes I wonder if it is cardboard and all they did was cut the pizza picture out of the box the pizza comes in.

I felt a rough shove from behind me and I fall forward onto my knees. I stay there in shock for a moment when I suddenly hear "Walk much Dwyer?" It's Flash and he's walking in front of me with a nasty look on his face. I noticed he brought two of his backup dancers with him who were wearing similar nasty looks.

As I was preparing my sassy comeback I felt two hands under my arms and suddenly I'm being pulled upwards into the air, like I was at least three inches up before my boots touched the ground.

I turn around to see Danny with his arms folded and his face stern but the guy next to him who picked me up was someone I didn't know but looked familiar. He had darker skin and his black hair was buzz cut close to his head. He had dark brown eyes and wore a beige hoodie with light blue jeans.

No wonder the guy could lift me in the air he had to be just as tall or taller than Flash! Not to mention extremely buff. I'm not the tallest girl in the school that's for sure but compared to this guy I was a little china doll.

Now that I think about it, I do remember seeing this guy walking with Danny and few other kids but I never really paid that close of attention to him until now.

"You shoving girls around now, Flash?" Danny's friend asked. Flash scoffed.

"Chick's a freak."

Danny's eyes seemed to narrow "So now you suddenly have a right to judge and harass women as well?"

I stood awkwardly to the side as they had a stare down. I was feeling strangely flattered, it's been a while since anyone openly came out in my defense like this. I was so used to snapping and snarking my own way out of my problems I kind of forgot what it felt like to have someone back me up.

"Is there a problem here?"

Ack!

I jumped to the side girlishly. Principle Coulson was behind where I used to be standing with his hands clasped behind his back as usual.

Seriously where the heck does this guy pop out of?! He's better than a rabbit out of a magician's hat!

We all said 'No Sir.' In unison. Flash gave us all one last glare before stalking away with his dancers flanking his sides. Coulson watched them go before turning and looking directly at me.

"Miss Dwyer." He said giving me a judey look.

"Mr. Coulson." I responded with a poker face.

He looked at Danny and his friend "Mr. Rand, Mr. Cage I expect to see you both this after noon."

I blinked "Oh shizzle sticks I didn't get them in trouble did I? First I crush the guy's nose then I give him and his buddy a trip to the principal's office?!"

Coulson walked away before I had a chance to say anything. I turned to Danny expecting to see him angry and huffing away like Flash did but I was surprised to see his usual calm and neutral face.

He suddenly smiled softly and said "You seem to be having a rough day."

I found myself laughing and shaking my head "You have no idea."

Danny's friend was smiling too "Thompson is a tool, best to just ignore him."

I snort and say "Hard to do, he sits behind me in three classes and you know he has such a magnetic personality."

That got me a smirk from both of them. Out of the corner of my eye I could see someone waving towards us.

It was another boy with tanned skin and short black hair; he was wearing a brown long sleeve under an orange shirt. He was waving from a table where I could see Peter, Harry and MJ sitting with another girl who had darker tanned skin like the boy only her dark hair was longer and went to her shoulder blades like mine but she didn't have bangs.

"Why don't you come sit with us?" Danny's friend asked. I barely stopped my jaw from hitting the ground.

Lunch? With Danny and his friends? Me, invited? Did I die in uncle Maverick's explosion and not know it?

"Uh…" I began

"Oh yeah Sorry…" Danny's friend said suddenly then stretched out his hand. "The name is Luke Cage, nice to meet you Shorty."

I shook his hand politely and ignored the jab at my height because he didn't say it like it was a jab.

"Well…" I began and glanced back over at the table where MJ and Harry were sitting with Peter. If MJ is there I can sit there too…

"Come on, you owe me for hitting me with that door." Danny said with a grin. I could feel my blush rising again as we left to get in line for the food and headed over to the table

"Ugh another new kid." Said the kid who was waving at us earlier he fell back on his chair and folded his arms looking annoyed.

"Shut it Sam." Peter said and smiled at me when I took my seat next to MJ and across from the other girl. I glanced at her she was sitting her arms folded on the table; she had this cream-colored long sleeve under a dark green dress sort of thing.

"I saw the thing with Flash, didn't know he bothered anyone else than me." Peter said

"You too huh?" I asked with a nod of my head.

"Yeah since first grade, shoves me in a locker, calls it 'locker knocker time'" Peter replied and held his hands up to make quotation marks in the air.

I gave him a flat look "You're not serious."

"Dead serious, I wish I made that up." He grinned

Things went smoothly after that. We were all chatting and having a grand time eating our questionable lunch. I couldn't understand what Harry was talking about earlier, these kids seemed…nice.

Sure Sam's a bit a derp.

He was making a house out of his food, using the pizza as the roof.

He's very proud.

Though I didn't miss how MJ would laugh heartedly with him and then catch Peter giving him the look of promising death.

Interesting.

Since MJ seemed to be having her own private conversation with Harry and Peter, I was left to talk with Ava, and the boys. Ava was the girl sitting across from me; I liked her even though she's a bit more strict and organized than me we got along by talking about a mutual interest in literature. I was surprised to find someone else who was a bigger Pride and Prejudice geek than me.

"So I hear you're a witch, can you do Magic?" Sam asked with a smirk bringing me out of my incredibly important discussion with Ava that solely revolved around Mr. Darcy.

I roll my eyes and sip my drink and Ava gives him a look.

"Magic is woven through the fabrics of the universe." I heard Danny say suddenly.

Wut?

It took everything I had not to spit my drink all over Ava. I turned to stare at Danny like he's suddenly a beacon of light. Where the heck did he hear that? That's sorcerer stuff!

"Whatever you say man." Luke says with a small laugh and takes a bite of his pizza.

Ava shrugs and Sam just leans back in his chair with his arms behind his head, they are oblivious to the meaning of what Danny said.

Peter suddenly puts a hand to his head like he has a headache.

"Pete are you ok?" MJ asks.

"Uh…" He began.

Then half the cafeteria blew up and I'm like,

"Seriously?"

I'm back! I'm sorry you guys had to wait so long, I'm slow at updating! Again thank you all so much for your reviews. I was giggling for a month!

Like I said before I'm not really going to be following the show and if I do it's not going to be right down to the very letter in detail.

I'm going to sort of toy with things for the next couple chapters just to get a feel on how I want things to go.

I hope that cleared up any confusion you guys might have. I don't want you guys thinking "What the heck is this chick on? That didn't happen." yes, yes I know XD.

Thanks again for reading I really hope you guys enjoyed this chapter as much as the first! And if not...well...This is awkward...