A/N: Winx Club doesn't belong to me. I only claim the characters that I create.
All was silent in the great hall. A young lady stood at the window, gazing out across the land. The village below was bustling and vibrant. The market was loud, she could hear that from even this distance and height. Vendors selling their wares, food and the like. Children laughed and played in the street, their faces bright. They had nothing to worry about. They were children.
Mothers walked around, buying what they would need for that day, or for that week. Couples wove through the streets, arm in arm, faces rosy. Some even kissed in public, having no fears of being embarrassed.
The girl looked away, staring down scornfully at the marble floor.
Love. Was it even worth it?
An older woman was making her way across said floor, heels clicking sharply. A stern woman, about mid forties. Her hair used to be black, but there were stripes of gray throughout it. She had been rather striking in her youth, but now all that remained of that beauty was a terribly faded image of what had been. She dressed rather formally in a long, black skirt that swished across the floor with each step and a high collared long-sleeved button-up shirt. This was the woman known as Madam Bellamy.
The girl looked up, brushing a hand over her face quickly. "My dear…" the older woman didn't look happy.
"Madam." The girl's voice was quiet, but it echoed over the empty, darkened hall.
"You're going to be sent to an elite school. Alfea. You've heard of it before, I presume?" Madam stood in-front of her now, arms crossed. The girl nodded. "Of-course. Even I went there before I took this position here. You're going to see if they can teach you anything more before you take my place. Understood?" The woman took no-nonsense from anyone, and those who wasted her time were dealt with appropriately.
"Yes, Madam." The older woman sniffed, looking to the window at the village. Her lip twitched upward in disgust.
"Your place is in here, not out there. Don't think of it. It's a petty life."
"Of-course, Madam." The older woman looked at her for a long moment. A quiet girl, when she wasn't mad of-course. She always had her temperament neutral. Madam Bellamy had seen to that. If it had been anything but neutral, their home would have some difficulties. The girl didn't look up.
"Remember my teachings. Keep the concealment spell active at all times." The Madam gave the girl another look before turning on her heel and clicking out of the room. She disappeared through the light that came from the doorway, leaving the girl once again alone again in the quiet darkness. The girl watched as she left.
"The concealment spell… You say it's the most useful thing you've ever taught me…" Her voice was dark as hatred seeped into it. The clouds outside darkened as thunder rumbled. Rain would soon come, bringing with it the lightning that graced their skies only rarely.
Outside in the sheltered courtyard, Madam Bellamy sighed. Rain was needed on occasion, but thunder and lightning had no use in this kingdom.
At Alfea, Valtor was defeated and the universe was safe. This had all happened but two weeks ago. One would think that there would be celebrating and peace throughout all the realms. This was true, don't get me wrong, but…
There was something different. Something the Winx had to figure out. If the peace was truly to last for a long time…
Why had their boyfriends been ultimately ignoring their calls?
It had all started a few days after the big party at Alfea, celebrating Valtor's defeat.
That was one week ago.
The boys had started acting weird, leaving in the middle of a date, getting strange phone calls, etcetera.
Musa had frowned when Riven had just up and left without a word of it to her. Sure, that was usual of Riven, but he usually said he had to take care of something, he'd talk to her later. She watched as he simply walked away, talking into his phone, acting like he hadn't just blown off his girlfriend.
She had sat there for exactly five minutes before she processed what had just happened. She decided that he was being a jerk and walked away, back toward Alfea where she could talk to her friends about his behavior.
Again.
Stella had been appalled when Brandon got a call in the middle of their date and said he had to leave. Before she could protest, he was already halfway down the street. She was fuming, so she decided she could shop to take her mind off things.
She caught sight of Musa walking down the sidewalk, obviously upset. She called the girl out, waving frantically from across the street. Musa had looked up and then the two had then made their way to a café Stella had saw earlier and sat down to talk about this predicament. Sure, it was kinda usual for Riven, but Brandon? Never.
Tecna received the call from Stella and Musa that they should all come down to the café; it had some pretty great food there. Tecna said she was going to hang out with Timmy later, but she could come now; the other girls were studying for a test. Bloom, Flora, and Layla said they would join them later.
Tecna had left, making her way toward Magix when Timmy had called to tell her he couldn't make their plans that night. Tecna had asked why, but Timmy wouldn't say, he would explain later. So, Tecna continued on to Magix, meeting with her friends at the café and explaining what had happened.
She soon found that the same had happened to them. They pondered over what might've happened that would cause the boys to act so weirdly.
"Was he in a worse mood than normal? You know he can get so moody sometimes, Darling." Stella said, looking at Musa. The music fairy rolled her eyes.
"He's always in a bad mood. But it wasn't any different than the last time." Stella frowned, resting her chin in her hand, holding her spoon up, gazing at it boredly.
"I've got no idea then. Techna dear? Timmy's usually so reliable!" Techna was frowning down at her hand-held.
"I've gone through every possible explanation and I've come up with quite a few. There's the possibility that the boys have been called on a mission and its purpose is not to be disclosed for fear that the-"
"Yes, I suppose that's it… Ah! It's just terrible!" Stella interrupted the girl to throw an arm over her eyes. "I just hate not knowing what's going on! Now I'm even more curious!" She suddenly stopped with the dramatics to sit straight up. "What if it's dangerous? Brandon could get hurt!" she was about to jump up out of her seat, but Musa grabbed her arm and pulled her back down.
"I doubt it's dangerous, Stella. Cordatorta wouldn't have them endanger their lives." The blonde looked at her closely before sighing. Musa and Techna shook their heads. Why was she so predictable sometimes?
"Well, I guess you're right… Well. Nothing we can do about that. My schnookums is strong." She raised her hand, calling for the attention of the waiter. "Alright. I don't know about you girls, but I need some chocolate. Waiter! Over here!" The other two agreed, going over the menus and picking out various sweets.
This café had quite a few. The other girls had no idea what they were missing, studying for that silly test instead of hanging out with their bestest friends.
Well. I'll try to update this fairly often if I can. I have a good idea, but I wonder how far it will go...?
