Author's note: I do not own anything in relation to Winx Club. In fact, I don't know what I'm doing in this category at all. Well, on the bright side I'm probably not going to finish this anyways, short attention span and everything.
As some of you feel the need to complain when you aren't warned before hand, I'll put this up front. If two girls kissing squicks you out, you do not want to read this or anything written by me. (If you don't know what 'squicked' means, you also shouldn't read anything written by me.) There's no doubt that if on Thursday, if I think Sky in a dress would be a massive improvement, it's going in, flames or not. This is no assurance that you will see two girls kissing, but I'd put money on it the way my brain works. Oh yeah, and a shit load of cussing. Stella swears like a sailor, and I'm pretty sure that's infective after a while. So if the abnormal sexuality doesn't get you, the swearing might.
As to the creation idea behind this, it's a simple chain of logic that no one seemed to be jumping on. Stella has two parents, what if she took after her mother? What if people actually started pushing against that thin barrier between 'Witch' and 'Fairy' that Mirta seems to live on? What keeps Bloom's infinite 'Fairy' magic from being other flavors of magic?
Any way, it's all theory craft. And not done. I release it only in the hopes that others begin to think in new directions.
-o0o-
"... I was trying to get to Cloud Tower in the realm of Magix when I was attacked by those creatures..."
"... A witch doesn't need to know how, she just does it... "
"... Strong feelings, such as fear, have summoned up the strong powers that are within you. It was always there, you just didn't know it... "
"... You should come with me to Cloud Tower. A new session is about to start, and you could learn to control your powers. And I'm sure you'd make an excellent witch... "
-o0o-
Dear Mom & Dad,
I actually have a coven now!
Okay, so that makes no sense completely out of the blue like that, but that's what happened. I told you about my classes already, so I'm sure you'd find that pretty boring a second or third time, not that you probably didn't find it boring the first time, but at least I think my classes are really interesting. But I suppose I should go into my new sisters anyways. The background information isn't that important, I'm sure you don't want to know about the magical significance of threes, fives, and other shape based numbers anyways. But witches, while not really overly trusting of anyone, including each other, do form sympathetic covens, so that we can grow stronger, and we find people who become our coven-sisters that we work well with.
You've already met Stella, she's the blond girl that was the center of all that trouble a few months back when I found out about all the witch stuff. She's very good at alchemy, if a little bit clumsy with her ingredients, which actually got her expelled from the fairy school last year. (Fairies are magical like Witches, they're just bratty, uneducated, and spoiled. Not unlike Mitzi!) She apparently learned most of it (the Alchemy anyways) from her mother who is a witch of the moon (Moon Witches tend to be rather unstable mentally and prone to severe mood swings). The staff she has is apparently the only object she has kept of her father's, who she seems to hate. In colorful and explicit detail at times. What ever he did must have been horrible, because she seems to blame him for everything wrong in her life. I can't quite count the number of times we've found her cursing under her breath about him. Though truthfully I'm a little afraid of asking her just what he did, I'm sure she'll explain it when she's ready. That's what sisters are for.
Though you haven't met Mirta yet, she really is a sweet girl. Mirta was pulled in to our group by Stella because she simply can't stand crying girls, so we ended up dragging her off shopping of all things. Mirta's magical specialty is emotions, which would be really strong and useful, if most witches didn't completely despise showing emotions of any sort. Stella likes to point out Mirta's 'Girl-Crush' on her childhood friend, but that's probably because Stella has no capacity to stop things from going directly from her brain to her mouth. Mirta does cry a bit, but that's probably because she's directly in touch with her own emotions and everyone else's, so she seems a bit overemotional in relation to all the repressed girls normally in the tower.
So long story short, we're pretty much ostracized from the witch collective. Stella with her screaming exuberance and fairy background and training, Mirta with her emotional openness, and myself with the optimism and curse breaking. We were all keeping up in classes, and we could count on each other for support when we got overwhelmed, but it was socially extremely hard to keep going on individually.
Then Ms. Griffin (Remember her? Green skin, purple hair. She showed up at the house to get all the paper work in line?), pulled us out of class to inform us that we were being reassigned to the same room and were to begin special training as a coven under her. The training isn't really hard at all, it's really just synchronization practice using things we already know. It's kind of tricky when Stella's magic is kind of erratic, and mine is pushy and impatient, and Mirta's magic is-
Sorry to cut the letter short. Stuffs blowing up. More later. Kiko sends love too.
- Love, Bloom.
-o0o-
"...and that's why I can't see how any problem can't be solved with a massive shopping trip." Stella states bluntly, gesturing wildly around the loft as she paces the carpeted floor, the smaller red head following a few steps behind, her right eye twitching as she tries to stay calm while reflexively picking up the waves of anger coming off of the blond.
"You can't just ignore obligations like that Stella. I mean, I'm sure your sister..."
"Stepsister."
"Stepsister. I'm sure she really does want you to show up at her Princess Ball"
At this point Bloom felt the need to raise her hand, her legs curled up under her on her bed, folding her letter before set it aside. "Excuse me... What's a Princess Ball?"
"Rich bitches who marry into royal families dump a bunch of money to parade their children around to show off how cool the fucking family they married into is." Stella spits out, picking up a pillow for the sole purpose of throwing it at the wall as hard as she can.
So instead of just accepting that answer, Bloom turns her head and asking the other girl, "Mirta?"
"It's where they... Present people as official royalty. The letter came in this afternoon, Stella's been plotting ways to be busy during it since." Mirta was used to being the translator for Bloom. The girl did grow up in a non-magical dimension, and she needed a lot of simpler things explained to her.
"Everything is happier when shopping. Or maybe drunk. Drunk could be nice. Possibly drinking and shopping." Stella keeps grumbling, even if she doesn't have everyone's attention, she still wants to stand out. Even a little.
"Why don't we just crash the thing?" Bloom asks. They crashed parties before. One more this month couldn't hurt. As long as they got their transmogrification homework in on time Griffin really wouldn't care what they did in their free time.
Mirta waves the offending letter as a reply. "No need to crash, we have the invitation, engraved even. We can just walk in, no questions asked, no bouncers to befuddle."
Stella mutters under her breath... Damn her father, damn his new wife, damn the court...
"What was that?" Bloom tilts her head back toward the blond, muttering and insane Stella was a little more approachable then insane ranting Stella. Not really all that much, but a little. Not that most other people really had the choice.
Stella sighs, tilting her head back to study the ceiling, "I am still technically the Princess first in line... Witch or not, I guess I am required to show up. Upstart or not."
Bloom nodded in agreement, and getting out of the tower for the night would be nice. Even though it was starting to feel like home now. "So then, a standard party crashing, or should we mix it up and try being civil."
"Does civil include Stella not hitting on anything with two legs?" Mirta giggled in response. Not that it wasn't a serious question.
Stella's head doesn't even stop tilting backward as she states, "I hit on that guy in the wheelchair just last week thank you very much."
Bloom nods in agreement. "So noted. They don't need two legs. I think civil works. But probably does include Stella hitting on anything with a pulse, yes."
"I only hit on the hot guys."
"And the cute guys." Mirta adds.
"Yes, them too."
"And the hot girls," Bloom tosses out.
"Well, yeah, of course. They're hot."
"And the cute girls." At this point Mirta and Bloom are almost speaking in one voice. It would be creepy, if they didn't live in a castle that had a heartbeat, and took care of some of the most evil teenage girls in multiple realities.
"True..."
"And people who buy you drinks."
"Only that one... Okay those three times. But I was really pretty drunk by that point."
"You were thirty seconds away from making out with Stormy."
"She's hot though! And argumentatively cute, which really does put her on two out of four of the pro lists..."
"Okay Stella, that's enough."
"I mean, with that puffy hair her face is just so completely lickable."
"Stella, you can stop now."
"It's practically begging grab big handfuls of it while pulling her face into..."
"TMI! TMI!" Bloom stuffs her head into a pillow, while Mirta holds her hands over her ears humming loudly. The sight does finally cause Stella to burst into laughter. Actual happy laughter, and not the megalomanical type the tower is used to hearing.
-o0o-
Ms. Griffin puts down her quill, looking out from her desk toward the lake at the center of their shared realm. It was most... unusual. In a single year finding a Laughing Witch, a Smiling Witch and a Crying Witch. More so that they synchronized so easily, especially when compared to other witches of their age.
Part of her was annoyed that she felt the need to ask for Faragonda's help in the training of not one, but an entire coven of her witches, but the Mirta girl reminded her way too much of 'Fari' when she was younger, and the specialized training could be useful in the long run...
She couldn't say that it didn't help that they weren't well liked by the students, though it was to their advantage that the heart of the tower did take an unusual liking to the triad.
Maybe the two schools could put together some sort of exchange program if the special studies worked.
Just maybe...
-o0o-
"She's a cute one, she could probably help you over your girl crush."
"Stella. One, that's a fairy. Two, I don't need help over a 'Girl Crush'. And Three, stop slipping Jack Daniels into your milkshakes, before I turn you into a ferret for your own good." Mirta had very few push button issues. One of those was her currently strained childhood friendship with Lucy. Stella liked to push buttons, it was really just her nature. This tended to result in the strangest arguments. Even in the city of Magix proper.
Stella pouts, "Fine, I'll just keep looking for a good replacement for you, and then I'll just push you two together. And rely on Bloom to keep slipping me some more of that Earth alcohol when you're not looking."
Bloom sighs dramatically, "You probably shouldn't plan out other people's lives for them Stella. Especially when they're within earshot."
"Why not? No one else seems to be very good at keeping up with their own lives... Ooh, I know, lets invite the Trix to the ball!"
Mirta tilts her head, sighing as she tries to keep herself from getting into yet another inevitable argument with her sister. "They'd probably just try to blow the whole thing up, wont they."
"I know, it'd be so cool!"
"Also, they kind of hate our guts. A lot?"
Stella sighs longingly, "True. But they're so much fun at parties."
Bloom interrupts the other witches, "Focus here. We need something both flashy enough for a Royal Ball, yet also screams 'Hi I'm a witch'. Possibly with a 'fuck you' attached at the end. Also it would be nice to avoid black for the night."
"Aww, but I like black, it's simple," says Mirta with a pout.
Stella turns her head staring at the younger girl, "You wear a pumpkin on your chest though."
"It's a jack-o-lantern."
"Mere Technicalities." Stella's head snaps sideways, staring straight at a group of three girls heading the opposite way down other side the street. "Hey, that fairy looks cute. You could ask her out Mirta."
"Stella..." Mirta half growls, half mutters threateningly.
"What? I'm just looking out for my homegirl. Anyways, I'm sure I saw her checking you out at least two different stores by now. The moon is the guide of transformations and love, and Stella, Daughter of the Moon is not going to steer you wrong."
Bloom looks slightly confused, asking, "Aren't you also Daughter of the Sun?"
"Yes, but the Sun can go fuck himself, preferably on the largest dildo in Solaria. Or possibly an Elephant-Bear. Which ever is larger and more uncomfortable. Either way he should be in unmentionable pain, preferably anally. Though I would accept oral, but only if he was making gagging noises on top of it."
"Stella, sometimes I think you're joking. But then you get that look in your eyes..."
-o0o-
Ms. Griffin had her back turned to the Beginner's Dark Magic course, as she guided the various colored chalks to write upon the large blackboard while she lectured. "Please note students. Older students and other witches will attempt to tell you that they do not have Grimoires. This is a lie. They are telling you this because they do not want you to get stronger. While you are weak, they can use you, and to avoid this, you must understand your powers. To truly understand your powers you will need to create a Grimoire."
"Do not misunderstand me, your Grimoire will also be your greatest weakness. You must store your Grimoire in a safe location, lest it fall into the wrong hands. To make a Grimoire requires giving up a part of your soul, and that's the last thing you want to let fall into other people's hands, witch or otherwise."
"Of course, this is special project status. And I want to see your finished works in my office first thing Monday morning." The headmistress turned from the chalkboard to glare at the lecture hall full of students, "You are dismissed. I do hope you girls can at least avoid getting in trouble for the entire weekend this time."
While the rest of the class filed out of the hallway, Bloom leaned over to Mirta trying to whisper, "What's the big deal about a Grimoire anyway?"
-o0o-
They were traveling by train. One, because it took longer to get to the castle of Solaria. That was still the last place in the galaxy that Stella actually wanted to be. Two, Bloom needed more time to work on putting together her Grimoire.
"I don't see the point of doing this. The book's just a pile of blank pages."
"Trust me, when it's done, you'll know why you needed it. Remember, at least three strands of hair, just like a good quality voodoo doll."
Stella just stared out at the passing trees, wishing for a layer of rain in the always bright Solaria. It made sense in a way why her mother just had to leave the place, even if it didn't make her feel any better about it.
"Stella, why aren't you worried about the project?"
"Oh, my mom and I made mine years ago." She still remembered reading it as a child and being so embarrassed about the way her teachers reacted to it. She remembered the day her mother left and locking the book into the vault where no one could find it. Even worse, she remembered being sent home from Alfea, and being drawn back into the vault by the book's silent comforting song.
Mirta just shrugged, "I did mine before registration with Lucy."
Bloom gahhed, "Yet another thing I miss out on because my parents are non magical. Ow!" jumping as Mirta yanked a few hairs from the back of her head.
"I'm just helping. Anyways, it'll be done, you'll find your specialty, and we can start on the next set of spells. It's almost a non-issue."
