Author's note:

I'm trying to write longer chapters, but I'm having a bit of a hard time. When I think a chapter is the right length, something always goes wrong!

Ah well, here's another chapter for you. Three chapters in one day? You guys are so lucky! :)

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I'm sorry I can't say! :) You might be on the right track, but then again . . .


Chapter 7

"Are you sure?" Morgana asked looking at Nebula in shock. "Yes, Ophelia did the spell at least five times." Nebula said nodding almost exasperatedly. Morgana looked down, pondering deep for a few moments.

"Have you said anything to anyone about this?" Morgana asked looking to Nebula who shook her head. "No, I thought it best not too. Faragonda and Ophelia also agreed that it might be better if word didn't get out."

Nebula said walking back around the desk before standing next to the seat beside Morgana. "You know, I never thought something like this even possible."

Morgana said her expression turning to one of soft confusion, yet unmistakable amusement. "Neither had I, but alas the magical universe works in mysterious ways. I thought she had died by Ogron's hand."

Nebula said giving a small, sad, smile as she sat down in the chair. "Does she know?" Morgana asked looking to the other fairy. "No, but she'll have to be told eventually."

Nebula said softly, looking to her hands in her lap, her eyes looking to be almost sorrowful. "Yes, I suppose so . . ." Morgana said softly, looking to her lap, not knowing what else to say.

Both were quiet, lost in their own thoughts. A few minutes past by before Morgana looked up once more. "Nebula, do me a favor and watch over her, will you?

I have a feeling there will be many more challenges to come and she'll need the best guide that there can be." Morgana asked smiling at Nebula who chuckled softly, "Of course."

Nebula said returning the smile before the two fairies hugged and left the office. As they walked through the hall they saw Faragonda coming out of a smoke infested room before other students and professors also came out coughing.

"I'm guessing Stella got her hands on a few potions." Nebula said as she and Morgana chuckled when Stella came out with a black face and hair that's sky high.

"Stella, how many times must we tell you, potions cannot be used for fashion?!" Professor Palladium shouted between coughs. "I'm sorry professor Palladium. But I've got problems of my own, just look at my hair!"

Stella screamed as she magically cleaned herself and then started to forcefully brush her hair, "Oh, Stella." All the Winx said in unison, before everyone started to laugh at Stella for discovering a new shade of red in frustration.

30 minutes later

Nebula was making her way to the infirmary to check on Violet, but came to a full stop when she came into the hall. Ophelia was sitting with her hands over her eyes as if she had just been defeated.

Nebula slowly walked towards her then put a hand on Ophelia's shoulder. Ophelia's head shot up on contact before she smiled at Nebula. "She's still unconscious, but the poison should be fully out of her system by now."

Ophelia said instinctively, but only afterwards, detecting the worry in Nebula's eyes. "When do you think she'll wake up?" Nebula asked after a moment of thought. "I . . . don't know." Ophelia said sighing.

"You know . . . Violet was in an orphanage before the Winx brought her here. And when I did her blood tests, I could tell that they didn't treat her at all like they should have . . .

Nebula, that child was physically and mentally scarred by those people. She's lucky that she's still alive." Ophelia said looking Nebula in the eye. Nebula's eyes widened in shock, but they fell as sadness managed to seep its way into them.

"I . . . I had no idea . . ." Nebula said closing her eyes and clutching her fists. "I know, but . . . that child can't afford to be hurt again. She's still young, which only makes things worse and with the Trix still out there after her . . .

I'm going to tell you truthfully, right now, she could do with some love and she needs it soon." Ophelia said seriously to Nebula, who gave her a weak smile in turn. "Then I hope she does." Nebula said softly, sadness in her eyes.

Nebula turned around and went into Violet's room, walking up to the bed, Nebula sat down in the chair next to it.

A few moments past and she sighed heavily. "Oh, what am I going to do?" Nebula asked no one in particular as she put her head in her hands.


Hope you liked, until next time!

Lyrical-Light