"And who the hell are you?"
"Alicia Midnight," she replied and pointed to her bunny. "And this is Roxas."
"I don't care about your bun-" she began and then shrieked as the very bunny in question began nibbling on her hair like it was the most delicious lettuce in all the land. "Stop chewing on my hair!"
She tugged at it, but he chomped on it so she couldn't pull it out. I watched in pure amazement as she literally tugged her hair as though she'd entered a tug of war, and the adorable black bunny was winning.
"MewMew!" Elsa poofed into existence and fell onto the girl's head, which led to everyone looking at her before she shook her body that went from pink to orange. She took a sniff of the girl's hair and wiggled her nose.
"Uh oh," Alicia declared, and I wasn't sure why she said it until Elsa sneezed.
And blew a wave of fire into the girl's hair.
"AH!" The shrill scream made the bunny jump and release the girl's hair, which caused her to fall right back like her invisible robe had been snapped in two. Elsa hopped off the girl's head before she'd even fallen to the floor and landed on Alica's head. "MewMew!"
She stood there with pride like she'd done a good deed for the nation, while the girl was fighting to put her hair out. Alicia finally acknowledged me with a gaze before her black orbs widened as colors that were radiant like a flame began to dance in her irises.
"Hold on. Alice?" she questioned and pouted. "You don't go to this school."
"You know Alice?" I inquired. "Alice Blaze?"
"Um, ya," she replied. "Which is you, right? Cause if it's not, that's gonna be a bit scary, cause you guys are pretty identical, though her skin is a tad darker than yours, and she has about three more centimeters of hips," she acknowledged.
"Um..." I looked at my hips as if trying to figure out how she did that.
"Sorry, I'm a little weird and like to acknowledge silly stuff," she concluded. "So you're definitely not Alice or you would have known that."
"I'm Brianne Harlow," I re-introduced. "And Alice is actually uh...well, we're related."
"Seriously?" she gasped. "That means there's almost a ninety-nine percent chance that we'll get along." Her whole expression blossomed in excitement as she reached out to shake my hand. "So nice to meet you!"
"Likewise," I replied as I shook her hand. The two of us had completely forgotten about the girl who was still screaming. The shrill sound caught our attention as we realized the flame wasn't out.
"Huh?" we said in unison before I looked to Professor Phoenix while Alicia looked over to her professor. "Why isn't the fire out?"
No one seemed to speak due to our dual question, which freaked me out for a few seconds. Why are we synced?
"Your familiar used a special flame. No one else can put it out," the woman at the door announced.
Professor Phoenix bobbed her head. "Brianne. You have to put it out."
"Oh," I replied as everyone looked at me as we stood there in lingering silence.
"Why aren't you doing anything?!!!" the girl screamed.
"Well, I don't know. I'm just a showgirl," I voiced innocently, and Alicia gawked at me before she covered her mouth to hold back her snickering.
"So you're unexpectedly savage."
"I was probably a villain in my past life," I suggested with a shrug. "Who knows."
"Nah. You look kind of too nice to be. Besides, that's better than being tied to a stick for a ritual and being burned to death."
I gawked at her in horror. "That's horrible!"
"I know." She sighed dramatically.
"Way worse than being killed by an arrow."
"Agreed, though arrows hurt just as well."
"True."
"WILL SOMEONE HELP ME! AHH!!"
"Oh," we acknowledged the girl who probably didn't have hair left at this point. I cringed at the idea of having to go to court over this, so I sighed and snapped my fingers.
She was drenched in water a second later as she spluttered like a flopping fish.
"There you go," I declared as though I'd saved the day. "Professor Phoenix, should I leave you to do your business?"
"Sure," she calmly replied, her eyes still on the girl. "I'll handle this. This may take longer than need be, so why don't we meet later? I'll call you in the evening."
"Alright," I replied and looked at Alicia. "Are we going to be in the cheer competition together?" I inquired as Elsa hopped off her head onto mine.
"Ah, I don't cheer." She laughed. "I'm here for the art festival registry. We were looking for who to talk to regarding registering and a tall boy with pinkish green hair told us to come here from the art room."
"Finnick," I replied.
"Who?" she asked.
"The guy who gave you instructions. Did he have a tattoo on his wrist?"
"Yup," she replied. "It was pretty."
I showed her mine. "That's my boyfriend."
"Awww, really?! Too bad I'm leaving after this! We could have gone on a double date or something to talk," she voiced.
"Your boyfriend's here?"
She smirked and pointed to the bunny before leaning in. "He's the bunny. Shhhh," she whispered.
I gawked and looked at the bunny as he began to nibble on the air.
"Deadly," I concluded.
I should try changing Finnick into a bunny.
You like to think of amusing things.
Thanks. I think?
Turning to give Professor Phoenix a respectful bow of my head, I looked to the girl whose hair was now short as ever, almost as if she went to get a pixie cut.
She looked up at me, her eyes specifically on Elsa.
"You're going to pay for this!" she shrieked.
"I'd be happy to pay for any hair treatment you need, though I guess you should be grateful the fire didn't burn to your scalp."
"You did this on purpose!"
"How? We have multiple witnesses who saw my innocent kitten of a familiar sneeze. Feel free to take it to court if you wish."
"Wouldn't she automatically lose?" Alicia commented before I turned to head to the door. "Familiars are known to sneeze when they're uncomfortable or around individuals with odd spikes in their aura. She could have sneezed for that reason, and if the familiar doesn't have a habit of doing such, it'll be deemed an accident."
She lowered her gaze to the girl. "If you'd simply asked from the get-go, you wouldn't look like an elf hooker on a budget."
"Alicia." Her professor sighed.
"Oops. Was I not supposed to say what I was thinking with that one?" she genuinely asked, and I pulled out my phone.
"Alright. We need to be friends."
"That would be epic!" she replied.
Professor Dickson cleared his throat. "Can you do such exchanges outside, so we can deal with the disturbance your familiar made?" he huffed in impatience.
"Right," Alicia and I said in unison before Elsa hissed.