Double update!
… Okay, so it's not really. The last chapter felt like a horrible place to end, and this segment works better floating on it's own. What can I say, I type the most when I'm sick, so I don't make sense frequently. I wanted to do a lot with the epilogue, but then I remembered that this one is about Bloom. She's not the smartest main character, and she's quite a bit obtuse, but I've kinda grown to like her. When she's not being a barbie doll.
I might go on to year two immediately, or I might sit on it a bit. I want to give at least some attention and usefulness to the pixies, and the plot line I want to work with requires Darkar to actually make some kind of sense actually.
I still do not own Winx Club.
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So Dad, I really would like to say that the last few weeks of school was adventurous and fun. I would, but really, it wasn't. It was tests. Tests and reports, and reports about tests.
Mirta was being run ragged, enough so that we set up a flipside mirror in our dorm room to cut her travel time between school and Lighthaven. Oh yeah, a flipside mirror is a kind of multi-spacial artifact that mimics the surface of a klein bottle where... Oh, never mind, it's a sort of teleportation thingie. Even with it she wasn't getting as much sleep as she should, so towards the end of finals week she was grumpy most of the time.
It took a few days after the battle, but the fairy Musa did get her voice back, though no one was willing to tell me about how it happened. She was also unwilling to talk to anyone about why she hated witches so much, but that's really her burden at the moment. She wanted to stay around Flora and Techna as much as she could, and they wanted to stay around us, so she's forcing herself not to say things, and we're trying not to say certain things around her. It's fairly stressful, but it's nothing compared to my first few weeks at Cloud Tower. And I'm sure she'll come around sooner or later.
Flora and Mirta seem to be working together on the Trix rehabilitation project, and I hate to admit it, but there are times when they're having conversations between themselves where I'm not even sure what language they're speaking. It seems rude to interrupt to ask questions, so I just let them chatter even though most of what they're talking about is going clear over my head. But that just seems to be part of the way they interact, probably because they're both med witches. Med fairies. Med specialists. Medical majors, that's the right word.
Stella seems to have taken Techna under her wing, which is really weird in a few ways, the least of which being the socially approved Witch-Fairy divide. I'm guessing she's reliving her childhood vicariously through the android as they both have mother issues, Stella having lost hers and I think Techna never had anything similar. Techna also seems to be surprised at some of the power changes she's developing, and Stella's more then glad to walk her through them. It's kinda sweet in a way.
Stella seems a bit strange now after the battle. She's still carefree on the surface, and once she sobered up she was quickly back to her mostly defensive, abrasive personality. She's very happy with both Brandon and Techna, and even with the extra responsibility she's been given by the headmasters, but it seems like she's waiting for something to happen that will ruin it all. It seems a bit paranoid, but it's like she's prepared to carry the weight of the world on her shoulders.
Oh yeah, I apologized to Diaspro and Skye for the little misunderstanding a few months back, and they accepted it! It's so weird to not assume that a specialist is just going to flip out and attack me for the slightest infraction any more. Though I did promise to not do that spell on whim again, so that might have been part of it. And Diaspro at least admitted she understood where I was coming from, so that was pretty cool.
Let's see, I passed my all my Tower Classes, with special mention for being the only member of the first year class to work with Berzerker magic. DuFours gave me excellent marks for my fire display during her final. Umm... And Farigonda gave us each a metal for actions beyond the call of duty, but you probably already knew that. I'll leave that here with you and Mom when I go back for the next semester.
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Bloom stood up from her kneeling position in front of the picture of her father, sitting the small gold and ribbon metal next to his picture. It had been an interesting year.
Where 12 months ago she didn't know why her mother kept talking to a picture like it could hear her, after a year in Magix, and she understood. It was possible. More then that even.
Anything was possible if you believed in it enough. It didn't have to make sense to anybody else.
And so the teenager in her star marked bellbottoms started down the staircase, shouting out, "Hey Mom, need any help down in the shop?"
