- … And basically that’s why he can’t do anything right, and he’s a jerk.

- Yes, he is.

- You too know that he’s a big jerk, right? Maybe he knows too, and he won’t come back this year.

- He’s coming back.

The girls were walking up to the dorm, taking their packages with them. It was just like last year, the loud and fiery Ban, blabbering about the Stark guy, and the quiet Craft always together.

Until this point, Craft never looked up from her book, but after her words Ban stopped walking and stared at her, so Craft sighed, and put the book away.

- You sound so sure – Ban stated. – Why do you sound so sure? At the end of last year, he told me, he might get a job and education somewhere else.

Craft grimaced, and Ban’s face darkened.

- Why do you know more than me?

- We may or may not have spent a few days together in the summer.

- You? And Stark?! – Ban gasped – I thought you went home for the holidays! That’s why we couldn’t meet at all! I misse- so never mind, just tell me, WHAT THE ACTUAL FUCK?!

Craft kept on blinking for a few senconds, noted, that last years bullies are staring at her again, and that the strange pair-or-maybe-not-really Clint and Natasha arrived too, and then started speaking.

- I did go home, and I met Tony there, he did get a-

- Tony? You call him Tony?

- … a job. And we were talking a lot, mostly he talked though… some physics mechanical whatever blablah. You know, what you usually do, so I’m used to it.

Ban frowned.

- I don’t like when you compare him to me.

- I don’t. And he told me, that he’s coming back this year too. That’s it.

Ban started walking again, and Craft picked up the pace, and started reading again.

- This might not be a bad turn of event, actually – Ban thought loudly. – I never really beat him in class, in front of everyone. I was always right though – she corrected quickly, - but still, I can’t miss the chance to-

- He fancies you, you know.

- What?! – Ban’s voice rose a few octaves. – Don’t fuck with me!

- He said so.

- What an asshole – Ban spat, so they went into the dorm in silence. They had to break through the boy’s part to get to the girls’ and they were already packing out, when Ban asked again.

- And what exactly did he say?

- He said that you were cool and stuff…

Ban didn’t seem convinced.

- Cool. Okay… Keep me posted. You’ve gotta know what the enemy’s up to.

- He’s growing out a goatie.

Ban stopped packing, and beamed at Craft.

- Stark? A what? He does what?

- He’s not sure though about the style… - Craft blushed a bit. – But what I saw… It’s looking good. He had a few ideas.

- Hah, I just can’t wait to see – Ban laughed with her head thrown back. This is gonna be ridiculou.

When she entered the room she searched for one guy… And Bruce, yes, he’s there she likes Bruce, waves him, and if bruce’s here that means that the other guy is too, to whom she pays no attention.

Yes, there he was, and God, he really is growing out a goatie, and it really makes, it’d make him manlier and sexier if Ban were interested, which she’s not. Definetely not.

Storm

This certanly wasn’t the way she wanted things to happen. When the lights suddenly went out, she let out a little scream, and curled up on the couch.

She loved her workplace, and during storms she always went there, because the sounds wouldn’t be so loud under the house. Underground. She’d switch on the lights, just enough to avoid complete darkness, and watch a romantic comedy film with sexy ass actors.

That’s what she did, actually, she prepared to spend the night in her workplace from the moment she heared that a storm is approaching.

Her freeloader, the stupid little witch-thing didn’t find it any strange – Rachael would take her time in her lab on other occasions as well. Anyway, the fairy wouldn’t bother to do anything. Not like Rachael wanted her to do anything. Not at all, but to be fair, this was her first storm since almost ten years in which she wasn’t completely alone. And she didn’t expect any difference, but the thought of not being alone just strucked her.

Though when she was a miserable trembling curl on the couch in the dark, she did feel more alone than ever since she moved in this house. She could kill for a blanket or anything that could protect her from…

Rachael screamed again when a lightning stuck near the house, and it did have a big noise. Images flew into her head, stupid, childish things like monsters, vampires and ghost, waiting in the dark in her workplace, under the couch, hiding patiently, wanting to grab her legs and carry her away.
She cried out loud, jumped on her legs and started running where she remembered the stairs to the exit were – she knocked tables and piles of sketches over, because she really couldn’t see a thing. She ran up on the staircase, and bumped onto the hard door. It wouldn’t open, it was electric, and the power has gone off, of course, but now she’s stuck down her with those- things…
Rachael finally remebered, there is a manual opener, an arm to flip, and the door will open, of course, she’s a genious, how could she forget?

And she’s out, and the storm is suddenly so much louder, and wild and only a litle less dark than down there. She startles, shuts the door behind her, then curses herself for her stupidity, come on, monsters? Really? Rachael would laugh at herself, but then lightning strikes again, and she sceams so loud, throws herself to a wall, presses her palms to here ars, and starts crying, and she feels dizzy, and fear, and she’s so vulnerable and she hates herself, and wants to call out for somebody, but doesn’t have anybody, she’s long past the days when she tried to reach her mother.
She just crouches down, ears and eyes shut tight, shaking and tears-wet.

Something reaches for her shoulder, so she screams again, slaps the monster, which was lurking for her from behind, from the darkness… and sees the freeloader, massaging her hand Rachael hit. The fairy’s eyes are half-wide with surprise, but heavy from tiredness. She’s so pale, so white almost like she’s shining. Rachael could actually see her in the dark, without the lights on, but this didn’t make her any less creepy.

- I thought someone attacked us – said the whitchcrafter inmate in her husky morning-voice, eyeing Rachael’s tear-ways on her face. – And you screamed so I really became worried, that what will happen to us, if even the great Bananagirl can’t take them on.

The mentioned Bananagirl wanted to spat a big rprise in the fairy’s face, but she winced when another lightning flashed followed by an enemous thunder. The other girls face softened, as Rachael started stuttering about how she’s a genious and perfect human being and how come she thinks that storms shouldn’t exist.

The fairy just picked up her wand from behind here ears, made some small movements, and then small, warm-white shining snowflake-like balls started floating out of it, and scattered in the room.
- Let’s have a tea.

future runawaygirl ,_,

now this is the best motor I'll ever draw xD