"So, Mirt's what do ya think of my outfit for the applications?" Lucy stood up, after brushing out her green hair, that she had elongated with the help of a simple spell. You probably couldn't tell what she might possibly be turning an application in for by what she wore, the deep blood red shirt, that was kind of loose, with long sleeves, hanging off her shoulders. With that, she wore a pair of deep green pants, multible little pockets all over, with a brown belt, and three minitaure belts right above her right knee cap. With, strangely enough, black ballet flats underneath it all.

"It looks great, but uhmm Lucy? Those fairies are going to, well, there not nice, especially not to witches." Mirta was biting her lip with a little bit of worry as her friend grabbed her backpack from the floor, deep black backpack.

"If your really that worried Mirta, you can come with me, I guess." She said with a shrugg, "but, I've been waiting to do something like this for years, you know that, and I thought you said fairies where amazing."

"I'm good here Lucy, b-but, I was saying not all fairies dislike witches, but, those ones really do."

"And you Mirt's are acting like I can't be venomous enough to protect myself from anything those little pixies can say or do, I won Miss Magix after all." And with that, Lucy was out the door before Mirta could conitnue.

"Well, you didn't quite win, Lucidia."

But did that matter? Not to Lucy, not this time, she wasn't going to let a few rude fairies scare her away from her dream, her real dream, the one only Mirta really ever knew about. Walking to the bus to go to Magix, taking a seat near the front. She sighed, hoping the director could take her little anorexic problem, she was strong, but, a little small, and she wasn't actually anorexic, no, that's just what everyone thought.

She kept her eyes done on the ride, prepared for the normal ignoring moment where, no one ever seemed to realize she existed, but, someone did try to speak to her. At first, she wasn't quite sure it was directed at her, "So, what are you going to Magix for anyways?"

She didn't even bother looking up at the more masculine sounding voice, just repling in her normally venomous sounding tone, "like that's any of your business."

"No need to get all witchey on me." The boy sound with a laugh, before Lucy turned to look at him with a deeply venomous evil looking glare.

"There's always need to be witchey to the likes of people like you," She nearly snapped out and the blue-haired boy, in a button up white shirt, and a light brown leather jacket over that, he had lighter blue bangs fringing his face, and his hair seemed to spike slightly to the side. With brown cargo pants that matched his vest perfectly. And he still seemed to have some sort of annoying smile, and a laugh tipping his tongue.

"Aren't you that girl, from the Miss Magix compatition?" Lucy looked away, with a silent sigh, she didn't actually intend on anyone recognizing her from there.

"Like that's any of your business either." The bus stopped and she stood, walking out the door, but right before she left, she gave him one last death glare before stepping out onto the street. Where was she heading you might ask? Though she would never actually admit to anyone that she was going, to the ballet acedamy in Magix.

Not to try and become a student there, just to submit an application for the compatition, hoping there wasn't any of the Winx to ruin it this time around, as she turned a corner she heard a very familiar voice. "Oh, if it's not little miss witchy mistake, I guess you are a little prettier then I remember you being but, still not pretty enough to beat me."

"Claudia, I don't have time to talk to the likes of you." Lucy seethed, not looking up from the ground at the pretty blonde fairy, tanned skin and probably rocking something pink, but, Lucy didn't care.

"Don't have any good combacks anymore Lucky? I just call you Lucky, because well, you'll need luck to ever get runner up behind me." There where giggles, probably some possie, Lucy stopped paying attention to who they actually where, or what they looked like, after all, they seemed to change every year anyways.

"I have plenty, don't want to waste any of my talents on a talentless little princess, I'll win this time around."

"I am not a talentless little princess! I can dance much better ten the stinky little witch likes of you." Claudia added again, with a sweet sounding laugh, even if it was a sarcastic mean one, Claudia always seemed to sound so sweet to, anyone.

"You only ever beat me because you where the princess, now, in Magix, it doesn't matter weither you're a princess or not, like, at least half the people will be princesses, they'll judge on talent." Lucy started walking, nearly to the door, before Claudia continued.

"And beauty, and you don't have the beauty to win." Before rushing in front of Lucy to turn in her own application first. Lucy rolled her eyes, though it was kind of actually painful, she decided, to reassure herself, that what that little bitch thought didn't matter.

She walked in after they left, walking up to the front desk, before clearing her throat, looking at the front desk lady, "I'm here to turn my application in, for the, Magix Ballet Princess competition."

"You?" The women laughed slightly, "Ballet Princess?"

"Yes, here's my application," Lucy handed her the filled out forms, as the women flipped through the stapled together layers.

"Wait, this picture, is you?" The women looked up with slight surprise, then back down at the picture, then up once again at Lucy.

"I'm more photogenic then people actually seem to realize."