Roxy slammed the door behind her as she ran into the house causing Artu to jump and Klaus to look up from his newspaper.
"Innamorato what happened?" he asked his daughter who responded with a grumpy glance.
"Dad, I don't really feel like talking about it," she said.
Klaus shrugged.
"Alright," he said, smiling. "I suppose you need your space."
Roxy smiled before running upstairs. She had a super-understanding father, and that made her happy.
--
Morgana entered the living room after Roxy had run upstairs.
"Did something happen to her?" Morgana asked Klaus, who was reading his newspaper again. He shrugged in response.
"Probably," he said. "She wouldn't tell me anything. Maybe you should go up to her room in a while and ask her what's wrong."
Morgana nodded in agreement.
"She'll have cooled down by then."
--
Roxy held the door open for Artu and then closed behind him. She jumped on her bed and motioned for Artu to come up too.
"They don't want me to fight with them", she said, fondling Artu's head. "They don't think very highly of me at all."
She expected Artu to say something in response but he stayed silent. God, she loved her dog. He knew when not to say anything.
"Well, they may not want me to fight with them, but that won't stop me. Plus, I DID tell them that I'll fight with them when the next fight rolls around. They didn't say anything...probably because they were shocked with my tone and anger but not saying anything could be a way of agreeing."
Roxy sighed and pulled out her journal from her bag and began writing.
I'll prove myself to the Winx. I'll show them that I'm not just that little new fairy who doesn't know how to control her powers. I'll show them that I'm just as capable of fighting against the magic dimensions biggest villains. I am capable...right journal? I think I am.
Roxy finished this last sentence and then looked up, for the sound of the door opening had startled her.
--
"Oh," Roxy said, looking back at her journal. "It's you mom."
"Who did you expect it to be?" Morgana said, sitting on Roxy's bed. "Selena Gomez?"
Roxy smiled.
"Actually I expected it to be the Winx," she admitted.
"What happened?" Morgana asked. She winked at Roxy. "I can keep a secret."
Roxy sighed. She wanted to tell someone how she felt and her mom was probably the ideal person. Who gave better advice then her?
She explained everything to Morgana, told her everything the Winx had said and how it made her feel like she didn't belong.
At the end of Roxy's long explanation, Morgana murmured:
"It is a case of appartenente. A case of feeling like you don't belong to a certain clique."
"Since when are the Winx a clique?" Roxy asked. "And what does appartenente mean? Seriously, both you and dad are getting on my nerves. You guys are always dropping Italian words into the conversation."
"Appartenente means belonging," Morgana said. "You must remember Roxy that Italian is my first language, as it is your father's."
"You didn't answer my first question," Roxy said accusingly. "Since when are the Winx a clique?"
Morgana sighed.
"You'll understand..."
"...when you are older," Roxy finished Morgana's sentence for her with an eye roll. Morgana smiled.
"Exactly!" she said. "Now, some advice. You left the Winx very suddenly. I'm sure they are feeling bad. Do you want to go and see them? Maybe you can all talk things out. I'm sure it'd help."
Roxy glanced at the clock. It was 6pm.
"They'd be getting ready to close up the store now. I guess I could go and see them. What time should I be back? 7?"
"8," Morgana kissed her daughters forehead.
"8? But my curfew is 7!"
"It's fine," Morgana said. "Now go!"
Roxy ran out of the door and into the cold streets of Gardenia. She shivered.
"Why didn't I think of bringing a jacket!?" she asked herself. She debated whether she should go back and put one on but decided against it. After all, she needed to reach the Winx as soon as she could.
