#icedragon

Icy: grabs an ice blue sheet of paper & her best navy blue pen.

Icy: scribbles six words in her sharpest, neatest and prettiest penmanship to date.

Icy: folds the paper into a firefly and blows on it to make it fly off towards Bloom.

[The firefly lands on Bloom’s desk.]

Bloom: turns around to glance at Icy.

Icy: tilts her head with a shrug and a smirk.

Bloom, blushing slightly at the gesture: gulps and opens unfolds the firefly. A snort escapes her as she reads the message.

~Get out of my school, loser~

Bloom: turns to Icy after making sure Wizgiz isn’t looking at either of them.

Icy: raises an eyebrow.

Bloom, in an amused whisper: you know that Alfea is technically a school for fairies, right? So, if anything, you get out of my school.

Icy, narrowing her eyes: you think you’re oh so clever, don’t you?

Bloom, with a sunny smile: just pointing out the obvious in case you forgot.

Icy:

Bloom:

Icy, in a glower: you. Me. The corridor. After this bore of a class is over.

Icy: scoffs and turns to her sisters, who are playing Hangman on the margin of Darcy’s notebook.

Bloom, her little strand of hair at the top of her head swaying like a will-o-wisp and curling into a heart: I- uh- yippee- I mean- I’ll be there- of course I’ll be there, duh, what I mean is-

Wizgiz: Miss Bloom! Be a dear and remind me of what I just said about transforming into animals during the full moons?

Bloom, jumping in her seat: oh- um- well- that one should... not... do it?

Wizgiz: good try, my dear fairy, but no. Next time, try to pay more attention to what I say, hmm?

Bloom: of course, professor. Sorry, professor.

[But Bloom cannot bring herself to pay attention to Wizgiz’s class. Not after hearing Icy laugh at her slip-up, the sound soft yet cutting like fresh ice on a window during winter. Especially not when her eyes keep drifting over to the clock to count the minutes till the class finally comes to an end, her heart beating up a storm in her chest.]

Rach chapter is just going to be a short moment of their lives.

"Who is that?"

"Thomas Kazansky. My old dance partner. They called him Iceman because of how serious he was."

"He doesn't look so serious in the video."

"No, he doesn't." Rachael smiles. "He was dancing with me, that's why."

"Were you two in love?"