Once again, for the what seemed like hundredth time, an argument had broken out within the apartment where six young teachers, teaching at Alfea College for Fairies, resided. But no, these were no ordinary teachers. Not at all.
"What's going on now?" Bloom asked, exasperated, her arms akimbo.
"Well, little miss I-wanna-teach-them-so-they-can-have-a-fruitful-life-ahead over here is being a killjoy. Again." Stella fumed, flicking her blonde hair over her shoulder.
"Well, I'm sorry to break your little bubble, Stella, but unlike you, I don't appreciate a full-out fashion show next door when I'm trying to write out a lesson plan," retorted Musa, slamming her pen on the table.
"Uggh, what is with the screaming? My Venomous Tentacula keeps biting me every time you guys make a single sound . . ." Flora reduced her voice to a stage whisper as the wild-looking plant in her arms waved its err, branches around.
"Chill girls! Here's a chance for all of us to get a break. Roxy has invited us and the guys to Tir Nan Og Island, and I've said yes!" Aisha waved the letter around in her hand.
"Oh yes. Finally. I have to work on my tan. Don't you think I look pale, Techna? I have to start packing. Oh my gawd, what am I gonna wear!" Stella, always the dramatic one, collapsed onto the floor, sobbing hysterically.
The rest of the Winx slowly crept away, leaving Stella to the biggest crisis of her life, what to wear.
In a couple of hours, most of the Winx had finished packing, (hem, hem, Stella, hem, hem). Stella, meanwhile, was in a dilemma.
"Help me Bloom! Which swimsuit should I take? Yellow? No! Too bold. Green? Yuk. Too Flora. Aha! Red sure looks sassy. What about sunglasses? What do you think, Bloom? Bloom!" Bloom, meanwhile, had slunk away stealthily. That creep.
In another couple of hours, Stella too was packed. Techna shrunk all their bags, strapped them to a little swing bag, and they all teleported to Tir Nan Og Island.
"It's so good to be back home!" Roxy exclaimed, breathing in the fresh beach air. Nebula, who had just walked up to them, chuckled fondly.
"Welcome to Tir Nan Og Island, Winx, Princess. Feel free to walk around and explore anywhere you like. After all, I can't pretend to know all the secrets of our magical island," she chuckled again, but then her face turned serious, "But I request you not to enter the West Wing of the castle. A deadly creature has taken residence there, and many of our best fairies have lost their lost their souls to it."
"What is it anyways?" Aisha asked, one hand on her surfboard.
"It is a Dementor, one of the darkest creatures. We do not speak of it! We do not speak of it!" a warrior fairy shook her head violently.
"But how do you defeat this Dementor?"
Suddenly, a star-shaped box materialised in front of each of the Winx. As they watched, a small, mermaidish figure emerged from the box.
"Guardians of Sirenix! I didn't know you were still with us," Musa shrieked.
"I heard you were talking about a dementor. They are dark creatures, yes," Bloom's guardian said.
"How can we defeat it?" Stella asked.
"There are only two known ways, Stella. One, is a Patronus Charm, which can only be performed by a witch or wizard. The other way, is the combined power of two Mythix wands. If not, we have no chance of defeating it. Dementors suck your soul out of your mouth if you're not careful, you know. There's no way of getting it back," her guardian replied.
"We're Mythix fairies, so let's go kick some Dementor butt! Who's with me?" Aisha let out a war cry.
"I'm in," Bloom replied.
"So am I" said Roxy.
"Me too," Nebula said.
Bloom and Aisha transformed into Bloomix, while Roxy transformed into Enchantix.
"Roxy! You got your Enchantix!" Flora exclaimed. Roxy nodded.
With their Mythix wands in hand, the fairies flew into the West Tower.
The dementor was tall and long, its feet were not even touching the ground. It wore black robes, with a curious symbol branding the edge of its robes. It seemed to take long, rattling breaths, trying to suck out more than just air from the minute they entered the room, an unnatural chill crept up Aisha's spine. Flashes of the time when Nabu died filled her mind. For a moment, Aisha's wings felt heavy beating behind her, her legs felt leaden and a misty fog filled her eyes. But Roxy and Nebula were in their senses, somewhat.
"Shield of Peace!"
"Protection of the Tiger!"
A translucent bubble surrounded them, and the flashes of Nabu left her brain. Mustering all their might, Bloom and Aisha pointed their wands at the dementor.
"Uccidere il Mostro!" They cried.
The Dementor vanished into bits of darkness and shadow. Before they could celebrate their victory, a silver stag pranced around the room once, and then disappeared. A voice sounded from outside.
"Drop your wands and come out with your hands up!"
Oh shit.
P.S. Written in Biology and History class