Author's note: It's been a while since I started a new Winx fanfic and I haven't touched the Romance portion of writing genres so this fanfic was a challenge to write. I'm killing to birds with one stone; writing a Flora and Helia romance fanfic that I planned on writing for a while and a non-canon romance inspired by exploring ideas from another fanfic. This fanfic is also inspired by The Love Potion comic in the Winx Club comic series. This fanfic will also use a merge of personality traits and settings from the Winx comicverse. While reading the comics can be beneficial for understanding this fanfic, it isn't required. One small notice: Tecna's home planet will remain Zenith like the cartoon but she's a princess in this fanfic like she was in the comics.
What got me to write this fanfic was the Winx Club Writing Challenges thread "Unrequired Love." It was a great way to motivate myself back into writing this uncanonly canon. Enjoy!
Disclaimer: I do not own Winx Club. Winx Club is owned by Ignio Straffi and Rainbow. This fanfic is only for entertainment purposes and is in regards to the names above. Most characters featured in this fanfiction belong to the names above.
Reason 1: Because Ediltrude says so
"Witches should never fall in love!" Instructor Ediltrude yelled. After that her tone was incomprehensible. That went on for the majority of the class, infernal mumbling before she startled the class with an important sentence that would be on next week's quiz. The sound echoed the small classroom to the professor's delight.
It managed to wake a few girls up: Lucy whom spends her nights either partying at Witches Brew or for the few nights of the year contact her estranged best friend Mirta to talk about "the good ole days". If it wasn't Lucy taking the two-hour course for bedtime it would be Shilly whom fooled around with fellow classmate Rachel, the shenanigans around them ranged from random acts of vandalism at Magix or antics that sent them to detention. After those two it was the Trix.
Icy slouched in her seat, hiking her legs on the table. Darcy nodded between sleep and awareness before sticking to sleep. Stormy was the only on awake, scratching the back of her neck. The wild haired and wild personality storm witch was mild mannered today, to the suspicion of her professors. They know that the majority of the time what was Stormy's calm was a salty attitude. A normal calm for her would be some sort of calculated and intricate idea she brewed, something to bad for words happened or she was sick but this calm was only because Icy demanded for her little sis to give her Ediltrude's notes from today, planning on getting an extended rest in the hag's class and the itch on her neck.
The itch on her neck was a bad one. It simmered and had a flaky texture. She scratched it a bit or rub the small area to prevent her skin from breaking but she needed ointment as soon as class ended. It didn't take long for the itchy skin to form little bumps of pus and for her sister to find that entertaining and disgusting at the same time before class.
"It looks like a heat rash. You can't use a potion on that; rather I can't make you a potion for that." Darcy pushed her glasses closer the bridge of her nose. "Getting the ingredients to cure that would either take too long to obtain or are too costly to buy."
"Just run to Magix and buy ointment, job done," Icy said, waving of Stormy's problem and the sight of it away. Darcy snickered. The storm witch sucked her teeth and stomped into class.
"While fairy magic stems mostly from the good and glittery and sparkly things from the cosmos and blah blah, witch magic stems from feelings: the more you feel the more you use, the better you have controlling your feelings the better you have controlling your magic. Fairies have something similar, but how should I know, I'm a witch teaching witches. But you should never fall in love! Ever! But most of us were created through romantic coupling between and either witch and/or warlock... whatever." Ediltrude ended the class, slamming the door. Students woke up from their mid-day naps. "Midterms are in the next three weeks. Study up or take this class over, I don't care. I'm still getting paid regardless..."
Zenithans had a great perception of area. When they were distracted which the Winx and Specialists learned how Tecna was able to notice when the traffic light was red, who and what were in front of her and keeping herself within their conversation until whatever she was doing on her PDA was done. Tecna could also do the reverse; primarily focusing on her friends' conversation while fiddling on her PDA and getting the most amount between the world in front of her and the cyber world.
Helia learned that it was the same for most Zenithans, masters at multitasking but Timmy was slightly different. Unlike Tecna whom used both communication highways in unison, the cyberspace was always Timmy's forefront and the life around him was the distraction. He'd be aware of his surroundings and people but he didn't speak or participated in the Specialists' talks. The long haired male didn't want to intrude Timmy's mental hub either because he can tell by the sudden bite of the lip and furrowed brow that he was immersed in this activity, similar to Helia finding the perfect spot and subject for painting en plein air. Timmy concentration broke when the redhead looked up to Helia staring at him, one of those deep stares that looked pass what was face value and tried to look deep into your soul. Helia turned away quickly. Timmy put his PDA away.
"I need to stop by somewhere," Timmy said. "You can go to the White Horse without me."
Helia would if he knew where it was. He'd never travel this far from Magix before. He might find his way eventually but when Timmy left that was when Helia realized that Timmy PDA fiddling was to prevent a conversation amongst the classmates. Not sure if he should feel offended or understand that given the circumstance he would do the same. He'd only knew Timmy for a few weeks and during that time, they were dragged into a secret whirlwind mission and Helia had to take the heat for the failure. Then Helia had to go undercover and lied to Flora, she forgiven him but it didn't mean that what happened wasn't discussed by the Winx and travelled to the Specialists. *
He got lost within the hustle and bustle of the city and after crossing the street the direction he was going to led him to the forest outskirts, not the beach. He stopped by the pharmacy across the street, hoping to find a map or directions.
Stormy kneeled to the lower shelf, wondering why they would place items so slow. Discretion or not, it should have to take more than your arms to grab ointment; of course she could use magic, but that's just lazy. Which one to choose became the hard part, some were the gel kind, others had scented and unscented cream, few had patch variants and some came in tubes while others came in jars. "I must have an old soul trapped inside me..." She mumbled, scratching the back of her neck. She grabbed one hastily from the shelf and read the directions while walking to the register when she bumped into either someone or something. "What are you, blind!? Watch where you're going!"
Helia wanted to mention that he was watching where he was going and she was reading while she was walking but saw that she was one of the Trix, infamous for unleashing the army of decay, stealing a portion of Bloom's dragon fire and the destruction of the old Red Fountain campus. She was Stormy, the most emotional volatile of the Trix. He instead apologized.
"I don't care about your apology." Damn, walking into him was hard. "Loser."
"I think you dropped something." Helia picked up the container she dropped. "A bottle of ointment."
"That isn't mine!"
"But you were reading the contents when you bumped into me."
"I told you that isn't mine!"
"But..." Helia paused. "I think you should place your anger aside to fix the ailment on the back of your neck..."
Stormy's ears were as red as her rash. If she kept forward, she'd run out the door. If she turned back to the man would have a fist full of volts. Instead he walked in front of her, put the bottle in her hand and walked out of the store. The red spread from outwards to her face.