"You pathetic plebeian!"
Well… that's something I was never called. Here I am, being confronted by a senior princess and her posse of mere heiresses. It wasn't like I 'ruined' her dress on purpose. Matter of fact, she ran into me!
But, of course, a lowly 'plebeian' has no say on the matter.
"Look, for the last time, it was an accident." I reason for the nth time, and you can barely see the stain. It was mayonnaise, and her dress is the same color anyhow. Rather than spit metaphorical fires at me, she should clean off the microscopic speck before it sets in. But that would have been the smart and commonsensical thing to do. This pompous pampered priss never had to think for herself.
Poor thing…
"There is no excuse for this horrid crime you committed upon me!" The raging harpy stands widespread before me, her manicured nails starting to look like cat-claws. "I demand compensation, otherwise~" She snaps her fingers and a flicker of light comes to life between her fingertips. "I shall exact rightful penalty!"
'Rightful penalty'? Goodness, her brain really is a cluster of cream puffs.
"I committed nothing!" I heatedly argue, "If nothing else, I improved on your look. Now people will have something to distract them from your face."
That has done it, and I know it is the wrong thing to say. I'm sorry but I just could not resist. I've been playing the meek mouse for the last few days since I have been forced to attend this mystical academy for magically gifted girls. I mean, fairies. I needed to vent somehow.
As Princess Hothead hisses and is preparing to pounce, I have to ask myself, 'Bloom, how did you get into this?'
And I hate the answer more and more…
AUTHOR'S NOTE:
Winx Club has been a guilty pleasure kind of a show for me… at least the first three seasons (I'll always HATE what they did to my OTP, Riven and Musa). Either way, it holds a special place in my nostalgic heart. But I've always wondered how I would write it differently - not necessarily better, but differently.
One thing, I always wondered how the story would be if the Winx Girls didn't become friends right off the bat. As in, what would happen if that friendship would have to work from the ground up. What if some of the girls didn't even like each other in the beginning?
Another thing, what would it be like if the girls' personality have a bit more (or a lot more) beyond their character tropes? These are questions I'm willing to answer and see where it goes.
So I hope I could entertain those who also has a warm spot for this series (up until the third season, at least).
