"Can't we have some sun for a change?" Stella complained, flipping on the TV station where another yet boring weather report was being given by a young woman (she could've been around twenty or twenty one) with dark makeup, shoulder length purple hair and a sickly smile.

"Today's weather report's even more thrilling, I'm sure most of us are looking forward to the repeated showers with an occasional flash of lightening…" she droned on.

"Thrilling?" Layla snorted. "All of us are stuck inside the building because of this 'thrilling' weather."

"True," Bloom pointed out. "I don't get it…we haven't had a sunny day for a week and a half."

"But you can't deny it's strange…" Flora added.

"I guess we'll have to make the best of it," Bloom threw a glance at Stella, who sulked and rolled her eyes.

"Well, not to mention what that horrible woman is doing to my dad at Solaria, it's just the worst of things, weather doesn't seem to cheer me up anymore, as nothing these days does." Stella threw the remote on the bed and stomped to the window, pointing out the gray clouds, "I mean, it hasn't changed at all, it's just gotten blacker and blacker!"

"I wonder what Valtor and the Trix are up to," said Musa. "Tecna is there anything related to the weather service directed by a planet? Of course there is a specific force, right? Like every planet."

"Well," Tecna began, tapping her handheld. "The only searches I've found lead to the oldest origins of magic which began at the very core of Magix, the weather force combining the tie of the weather for the universe. This kind was particularly shown in a very wide range of rapid weather changes, only in Magix, which proved that it wasn't the universe's combined force at all, only on this certain planet became what it is now… the very place hosting the weather reports," she looked up at the TV. "It's a very popular channel, obviously it must be well-known."

"I think we should check it out," Musa said. "Seems suspicious to me, as if someone's messing with the gadgets there."

"We'd better not waste any time."

Back to where Stormy was, she was happier than she was. She could feel herself growing in power while she controlled the machine with her Dark energy. And, other than the evil stuff, she spent time at Darcy's more than at Cloudtower, mostly because of the delicious frozen drinks made to clash with the warm weather. Well, warm even if you count the rain and storms.

Icy tapped the counter with a bored expression, pulled up her chair and then said, "Don't you think by now Griffin's returned?"

"What are you talking about?" Stormy looked up.

"Well…obviously Faragonda told her. We'll be kicked out in days or so. Add the sum up and see for yourself."

"You're right," Darcy looked over to a customer coming in. "We can take her by force."

"No," Icy said, looking up. "We came in as a surprise. She's probably got reinforcements now."

"Hey, we could do something for Valtor, what do you say?" Stormy asked, an idea striking her.

"I like the idea but take out the 'we' and it'll be fine." Icy flicked off dust from her shoulders.

"I kind of like it," Darcy said thoughtfully. "I mean, working together…"

"What did these people fill you with? Sweet candy?" Icy demanded. "We are NOT working together because, like it or not, you're not his favorite anymore. I am once again."

"WHAT?" shouted Stormy. "I'm his favorite! I'm the one who's been controlling the entire planet's weather!"

"Yeah, well, that won't last either." Icy sneered. "Good to see a weather change once in a while. What do you say we visit at seven after you're done with work, Darcy? It'll be fun."

"You want to visit?" Stormy said incredulously. "You said you don't like being around lousy people and you hate my weather choice, you're always begging for snow."

"True," Icy said. "I do want snow, and even if I hate a damn choice it wouldn't be that."

"Well it isn't that bad," Stormy began, but stopped. Because there was no stopping Icy. Great. An extra hour of work where she'd have to give Icy a "tour" of the place. Counting Darcy. Just great.

At the same time, Flora was handing out each of her friends a cup of floral tea to cheer them up. Stella was the one who need the most cheering up. Bloom sighed and flopped down.

"Stella, we've already made a decision to go there at seven," she found herself repeating this for the sixteenth time.

"As visitors," Tecna spoke up from behind the couch. "Not everyone is allowed to go to the restricted areas. We'll just be informative and give in that we're students at Alfea and we're here to study for a weather examination test."

"Great thinking, Tecna," Flora smiled from behind her cup. "Looks like you have planned everything out."

"Only problem is, that we have to study for the test tomorrow, we need sleep and like, a day worth of work," Bloom pointed out.

Stella groaned.

"Still," Tecna shrugged, looking over at Musa, who looked thoughtful. "It'll only take a few hours."

"Wait, what are we looking for again?" Stella demanded, turning over, now laying down flat, her face upside down so she could see them.

"Any suspicious stuff the Trix might be handling, or worse, Valtor," Musa said.

"Or some crackhead who decided to mess with the weather," Layla threw in.

"Right," Bloom bit back her laugh. "Have you sorted out a bus, Tecna?"

Tecna sighed. "I do everything?"

"Sorry," she apologized. "It's just that you're so smart, and we rely on you to get to places." She smiled.

"Not all places," Stella grinned for the first time. She was thinking about the day when Tecna had failed to figure out where the shoes were located in the Magix Shopping Mall.

"A bus to there will get us quick, but it's only available at six thirty, we're out of luck. We can't leave school then." Tecna's face fell.

"Re-schedule?" suggested Musa. Tecna tapped her handheld twice, and a a holographic image of a map and the red dots glittering showing where exactly they stopped. "So we are here," Tecna pointed. "We need to go there." Six-thirty sharp…but I suggested a re-schedule, we'll see if it's possible…"

All of a sudden, the map shut off and a box appeared with a dialogue description. Tecna read it quick before it disappeared, and the selection choices appeared.

"Hmm, six forty five is the last choice relevant to where we're leaving, so we'll get there approximately to seven if we hang off a quarter to six thirty." Tecna paused and then checked the price.

"That's perfect!" Flora exclaimed. "Six forty five is just right. Only fifteen minutes, what's the delay?"

"Thanks, Tecna." Bloom smiled.

"Oh no problem," she waved it off.

Meanwhile, the Trix were already leaving. It was seven, and the place was five blocks away. But being lazy, they decided to teleport.

When they reappeared, Darcy looked up in awe. Icy looked bored.

"Look formal or else you can't get in," Stormy warned them, looking at Darcy's exotic clothing.

With a snap of her fingers, the outfit replaced itself with a simple white top and a black skirt, collar and everything. Icy's was the same; she looked at it like it was revolting.

"I know, no blue at all, too bad," Stormy told her. Icy scowled and stepped into the lead.

When they entered, it was emptier than usual, probably because the sun was setting now. The air conditioner was turned on, and Stormy saw Samantha at the desk. She groaned. Now she had to sign in.

"Good afternoon," Stormy began trying not to look suspicious, and then Icy cut in, her voice sarcastic, saying, "What's that, the prettiest piece color choice of a shirt you'll find?"

Stormy groaned mentally. Icy was referring to Samantha's brightly colored fuzzy shirt.

Samantha opened her mouth- but then Stormy quickly said, "Oh sorry, Samantha, this is just my friend, she doesn't like bright colors and," Stormy paused and leaned in closer, dropping her voice to a whisper, "she's mentally disturbed."

"Hey!" Icy said, catching what she had said.

"It's true," said Stormy. "Now, if you'll excuse us—"

"Wait a minute," Samantha said sharply, looking annoyed. "Who do you think you are, leaving without even signing—?"

"Keep your mouth shut," Darcy smiled, waving her hand. The pen picked itself up, signed the paper automatically, and as if there were an invisible zipper, Samantha's mouth had zipped itself shut.

"Much better," Icy said with satisfaction. "Tell me Stormy, do you deal with this hag everyday or is it just today? You're a witch but you don't even use your powers to control people when they're out of hand. They just don't know where their place is."

Stormy looked dumbstruck, Samantha blinked twice and stared at Stormy, with fear in her eyes. Stormy backed away and ran after Icy and Darcy before the spell wore off and Samantha screamed for help.

"Oh, don't worry about her," Icy said airily, pointing at Samantha. "Frostbite," she shouted, and she was encased in gleaming ice.

"Now show us where is it that you control weather Stormy," she said.