Disclaimer: I don't own Winx Club. Probably never will own Winx Club.
Before I go any further, I would like to thank, or maybe blame, Akela Victoire for providing the inspiration for this story. I was reading her story(Parody? Anthology?) "Magic Winx! Fanfictionix!" when the idea for this story came to me, and then it got stuck in my head, refusing to leave until I did something about it. So, yeah. If you haven't seen her work, I highly recommend checking it out simply for the humor factor, particularly her story "Oh My Dragon! There are Fanfictions of Us!" which is flat out hysterical. If you like this, be sure to check her stuff out. If you don't like this, you can take comfort in the fact that she and I have extremely different writing styles, so you should still take a look at her work. Now, back to the story.
Amelia and Artis were making their way to their dorm, dragging an oblivious Perdi between them.
"You'd think she'd stop reading long enough to get to her room." Amelia complained.
"I don't think she'd stop reading if you set fire to her hair."
The trio had just come from Ms. Faragonda's welcome speech. Officially Faragonda was still headmistress of Alfea, but her health had been poor for the last two years, so most of the day-to-day duties were handled by either Flora or Musa, depending on what was needed. They had a well established "Good Teacher, Bad Teacher" routine in place. Of course, they also held other positions. All the Winx did. Tecna taught technical magic, Flora was in charge of potions and nature lessons, Musa's class was pretty much Magic 101, where she taught the basics of magic to freshman fairies, Aisha was the Physical Education teacher, and Bloom was in charge of combat training. Stella was the only Winx without a regular class, but Tecna would often send some of the more severe offenders to Stella. By the time Stella was done with them their own parents wouldn't have recognized them. Usually the trauma of the extreme makeover was enough to convince the errant fairy to follow the rules.
"Well, we're here. Hey look, we're room mates!" Amelia said.
"Hey there." Amelia turned to see Reyva standing behind her. "Dhalia and I are in the room just across the hall. What a coincidence, huh?"
Perdi closed her book at that exact moment. "Huh? Where are we? Oh, dorms! Right! So, where's my room?"
"Right here." Artis said. "It's attached to Amelia's and my room. Hey, you got a single!"
"Huh? Oh, yes, otherwise I wouldn't have space for my books." Amelia, Artis, and Reyva laughed. Even Dhalia gave a little chuckle. "What's so funny?"
"Well, we better get settled in," Amelia said, "classes start tomorrow."
Soon each room had the personal touch of the fairy occupying it.
Dhalia's area had numerous static electricity generators. Most were the sort of toy you'd buy in a museum gift shop to put on your desk, but some were actually dangerous. Dhalia made sure to put up warning signs.
Reyva's half of the room had numerous mobiles hanging from the ceiling, each representing a different solar system or constellation. You had to watch out or you might get smacked in the head by Proxima Centauri.
Artis had somehow smuggled a fog machine past campus security, and now was using it to fill her half of the room with a thin mist. Fortunately for Amelia, Artis set up a magical barrier to keep the fog on her side of the room, otherwise she might have gotten lost in her own bedroom.
Amelia's portion of the dorm had various symbols from her homeworld. There was the classical Ying-Yang, but also a set of scales, a picture of Oppositus's famous Burning Lake, and her favorite, a painting of a floating mountain.
Perdi's room was...impressive. The walls had been replaced with bookshelves. More bookshelves actually hung from the ceiling, and even Perdi's bed doubled as a bookcase. And they were all full. Row after row of books. According to Perdi, the room currently held seven thousand three hundred and eighty four books. Which meant she'd had to leave more than three quarters of her collection at home. Needless to say she was rather distraught about this.
Flora was wandering around the dorms helping the new fairies settle in. A thought occurred to her. Hey, there's a new group of fairies in our old dorm this year. I wonder who ended up there? She'd have to ask Tecna. After all, she was in charge of such things.
"Tecna, I was wondering, who did you put in our old rooms this year?" Flora asked. The old Winx rooms had faded into a certain level of obscurity over the years, but they still seemed to have their own special magic. Five groups of fairies had passed through them since the Winx, and each set of girls had gone on to do great things. One became a popular rock band, another founded a society which had saved numerous species from extinction, and one group had brought about an end to a civil war.
"Oh, hello Flora." Tecna was rushing about. The first day was always hectic for the head of discipline. She'd already dealt with three pranks which involved painting Alfea, two cases of killer makeup (don't ask, you really don't want to know), and seven incidents where some poor girl got turned into a potted plant. "I'm sorry Flora, what was the question?"
"Our old rooms. Who did you put there?"
"Oh, our old rooms. Yes, I saw a group of girls out on the quad earlier. They reminded me of us when we first met, so I decided to put them in our old rooms."
"Who are they?" Bloom asked, walking into the room.
"Amelia, Artis, Reyva, Perdilla, and Dhalia. Tell Stella her old room's been turned into a library."
Neither Flora nor Bloom even tried to hold back their laughter. It was going to be an interesting year.
Okay, you guys win. It's Perdi who's pretty much me making fun of myself. Was it really that obvious? Man, I really need to work on subtlety. In any case, the next chapter will see the story really begin. One of the five is an ordinary girl, but she doesn't know she's ordinary. No, I'm not going to tell you, and no, I'm not going to reveal who it is for several more chapters. Please keep your guesses to yourselves, because I will not answer them. I just hope it's not as obvious as Perdi was. See you all next chapter.