"Mira Roiyaru, you are expelled from Cloud Tower, effective immediately," said Headmistress Griffin.
"Wait, what?" questioned a baffled Mira, "but why? I mean did you not just hear what we said."
"Yes I did, and as good and fascinating as it all is, it does not change the fact you Miss Roiyaru not only hid an important detail but that you are also not truly a witch," responded the Headmistress, still stern with her decision.
"What do you mean I'm not a real witch," though Mira's retort sounded angry she was actually more desperate than anything else, "I am one of the strongest students at Cloud Tower and I hold one of the darkest magics there are. Most importantly..."
Headmistress Griffin cut her off before she could continue, "that is all well and good but it takes more than that to make someone a witch. You Mira not only have a pure heart, but also a conscience, a duty, to help people. You are a fairy through and through and there is no room for someone like that at Cloud Tower. I have made my decision." The headmistress put great enfaces on her final remark. It was obvious from her composure that she was done with this conversation.
Even so, Mira did not give up, "I need to be at Cloud Tower, please Headmistress. I... I have to keep my magics balanced. If I don't learn to become a strong witch then... Just please do not expel me," this time her desperation was quite evident.
For most people the desperation would be pitied at the very least but to a witch, to the headmistress the anger would have been preferred for the desperation only proves her point. Witches don't plead; they are not only dark and selfish but also too self-superior to show desperation. Mira could see this clearly after her begging and pleads, for not only was Headmistress Griffin looking at her with rejection but so were her fellow, or more accurately her formally fellow, witches. They were looking at her like a fairy because that is who she was and now they all knew.
Mira looked away, she felt defeated. What was she suppose to do, she couldn't just call it a quits and go back to Amitix, she was still too novice. Going back untrained could put not only the people of Amitix in danger but possible the whole magical realm. Her mind was going a million miles a minute in the silence trying to figure out a way to get herself out of all this.
Suddenly her thoughts were broken by a new voice.
"Miss Roiyaru, just because you are no longer a student at Cloud Tower anymore does not mean that you have to leave Magix or that you have to stop improving your skills," stated Ms. Faragonda.
"What are you talking about," asked an emotionally drained Mira.
"What I am talking about, or more accurately what I am offering is a chance for you to enroll to Alfea."
"The Pixie Academy," snarked Mira, "to do what? I don't belong there anymore." The final remark said in a softer, almost hurt voice.
"Say and think what you like but what I saw today was a strong and capable fairy that I would be honored to have in my school. And if your concern is of your dark magic skills failing in comparison I'm sure Ms. Griffin and I can arrange something that can work. Isn't that right, Griffey?"
"I do not..." Headmistress Griffin roared, causing an intense look from her old fairy ally, which caused her to cut herself off in surrender. Instead she uttered, "Of course we can."
"Well then, now that that is settled. What do you say Miss Roiyaru?" Ms. Faragonda asked the young fairy, witch.
Mira did not respond, everything had changed and all much too quickly. She was unsure of what was best anymore. She questioned 'if going to Alfea was worth it,' 'if being outed as a fairy and a witch was just going to make things worse than they already were;' new thoughts were flooding her mind once again.
The Prince noticed Mira's lack of eye contact and movement; he knew she was overwhelmed and unsure so he decided to take charge of the situation. He raised his gaze to the instructors and answered, "She will do it."
"Wait, what?" snapped back Mira
"You will be enrolling into Alfea to learn magic, while also being able to improve your skills in the dark arts," responded Sebastian before looking back at the instructors and asking, "That is the deal, correct?"
"That would be it," answered Ms. Faragonda.
"Then she graciously accepts and -"
"But-" Mira tried to cut in but Sebastian just ignores her and began to restate himself.
"She graciously accepts and will make all the necessary arrangement for the transfer, correct," Sebastian turned his attention to Mira. The Prince was making the decision clear and Mira knew it. It was no longer a question but an order by her prince, thus she had no choice.
"Yes, Prince Sebastian," she responded in defeat.
"Excellent. Why don't you go gather your thing and when you are ready," Sebastian turned his attention back to the instructors, for he wanted to make ensure there was no delay, "can we expect you both will individually arrange everything necessary for this transition from Cloud Tower to Alfa?"
Ms. Faragonda and Headmistress Griffin turned to each other and began whispering in deliberation, along with some commentary by Saladin.
"We," questioned Mira during this time, in a lower voice hoping the others wouldn't hear her bluntness.
"Yes, 'we'," responded the Prince just as softly and without his princely formalities, "you're life effects me, and our kingdom, too, Mira."
Slightly taken aback, yet still satisfied enough with his response Mira turned her attention back to the matter at hand. Regardless of her frustration, Mira respected, and truly loved, her kingdom, everything from the traditions to her role to the royal family; she didn't want to be disrespectful toward him but at the same time he wasn't just Prince Sebastian of Amtix to her.
"Yes of course," responded Ms. Faragonda with delay due to the discussion created by the three heads of schools, "we ensure you that we shall both handle the arrangements, personally."
"Excellent," answered Prince Sebastian, back in his formal, royal demeanor.
"Yeah, totally great," followed a sarcastic Mira.
It was Princess Anastasia this time that nudged her defeated yet still difficult protector.
"I mean, thank you Ms. Faragonda," Mira corrected herself with a softened voice and a warm smile that could only really belong to a fairy, "I truly appreciate everything you are doing for me." As annoyed and worried as she was, her gratitude was genuine.