The Fairy Among Specialists

The Trix

In the world of magix, witches are known for their notoriouy selfish and nasty behavior. Like minded witches will form small groups called covens, where one will be placed above the rest.

It's not often that witches become attached with anyone outside of that coven, but on the off chance that it does happen...

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"Why would we ever talk to them? Seriously, their clothes are so last spring." Cabiria scoffed. She hated the idea of breathing the same air as most people, but actually communicating with her classmates was where she'd draw a line. She's not the strongest witch in school, this is just her first year after all, but she's definitely better than her classmates, or so she believes.

"Come on, Cabiria. We have to talk to them if we want them to work under us. I mean, what if they're insubordinate?" Kabale was sitting on the desk with her sister at her side. Ever since the start of school, they've been working on putting their classmates beneath them.

So far, they've been successful in their takeover of first year, but one particular coven of witches don't fall in line as well as they'd hoped.

These equally sinister first year witches were more defiant than others.

"It's all that witch's fault! What's her name... Icy? She's just a nobody from from a dead, frozen wasteland. She isn't even that strong, how dare she not fall in line." Cabiria folded her arms, as she grew irritated, small insects would come out of hiding, attracted by her magic.

Kabale shuddered when a spider ran across her hand. "Ew, calm down, sister. You may like them, but I am not fond of those little bugs." She threw the spider at her sister, who naturally let it walk along her fingers.

"Don't call them bugs, it's offensive. They prefer being called by their given names. And I'll have you know, they are beautiful." Cabiria let more spiders climb up her legs to her arms, and the classmates who weren't uncomfortable, whatched in amused horror as the more poisonous spiders just cuddled up to her.

While most would try to avoid stepping on the creatures that Cabiria had inadvertently summoned, three particular witches would just step into the room with wreckless abandon.

"Gross! It's on my shoe!"

A sickening crunch filled the room, along with the shreek of a witch who had just ruined a pair of new shoes.

Every witch looked at the door where they stood, the tree witches that just wouldn't fall in line. Icy, Darcy, and Stormy, also known as the Trix.

They think they're so powerful, but they're nothing without each other. It's magic is decent, at best. Darcy's magic is strong, but would she really make it without her sister's? And Stormy can't even control her own temper. All of them are a little temperamental though, kind of comes with ending a witch.

Cabiria looked at the injured spider on the floor, then glared at Stormy, who probably couldn't care less about it. "You-..." Though she's levelheaded, there is only so much Cabiria can take.

Kabale could see from afar where that might've been going, and intentionally made the underside of Stormy's shoes slippery so she'd fall on her butt. No one would help her because, why would they? It was hilarious.

The room burst into laughter as Cabiria sent the spiders back to their hiding places. Then, with a devious smirk on her face, said to the three, "Wow, I didn't know you were blind and clumsy. Stormy, the floor is dirty, but I guess it's where you belong anyway."

Icy rolled her eyes, glaring at the witches as the room grew cold. "That's enough, what-"

"Zip it, witch." Kabale interrupted her, "Your seats are over there." She waved to the conere where three dingy, musty looking desks were hardly standing.

Darcy opened her mouth, but soon the headmaster entered the room behind the witches and broke up the altercation.

The trio of witches backed down, but the two witches didn't. Cabiria held it in her heart to make those three witches either submit, or suffer until they can't take anymore.

Teens can be scary. Especially witches with nothing but time on their hands.