Chapter 5 You may call me 'Sir' for short

The girls who now called themselves the Winx club were heading to their second class of the day. The first one had been with Professor Wizgiz on metamorphosis. The students were all impatient for their next period except for two girls walking in the back of the group. Bloom was still disappointed with her lack of results in the previous exercise. And Flora really did not want to see their next teacher of the day.

Something was definitely wrong with him, he was powerful, no argument there, but in a dark and blood-lust way. He appeared to emit waves of black magic. And that was enough to make her want to avoid him. However, she was the only one who had noticed it. And Professor Darkell probably knew and didn't like it.

But she had to stop day-thinking and come back to reality when the group finally entered their class room. She followed her friends who unfortunately for her went and sat at the front row. When all the girls had sat down at their desks. The teacher entered. Like yesterday he was wearing a white shirt, a tie and black pants. His dark hair was as messy as ever.

He came in and walked to the front of the class where he half stood and half sat on his desk. He had of course all the girls' attention, making half of them blush by just smiling.

"Good morning, I'm Professor Dimitri Darkell but you may call me 'Sir' for short."

Most of the girls smiled at his words, their eyes glued on him.

"This year and probably the next two years following this one, I will be your history teacher. I will try my best not to follow the stereotype of the boring history teacher. But for that I will need your help." The students straightened up and nodded their heads, they really did not want to disappoint the man.

"If I'm not mistaken, you had Professor Wizgiz before me, right?"

"YES, SIR!" they all confirmed.

While the teacher was continuing his speech, Flora was trying her hardest to avoid eye contact with him. He did teach approximately 200 different students every week, so he probably didn't notice nor recognize her. At least she hoped.

What Flora ignored is that Professor Darkell had recognized her the minute he walked in the room. Her flowery aura was easily recognizable in the middle of all the others. However, he quickly spotted her because she was the only girl in the room not trying to catch his attention. She just kept staring at her desk. Trying to make herself invisible to him. Well it was not working.

He still did not know her name so he used his trick card as a teacher.

"Now each of you will stand up and sit back down at my signal, you will tell me your full name, title if you have one, your age and powers." So that is what they did. But he was not paying attention to most of them. After Stella, princess of Solaria presented herself it was finally the green-eyed girl's turn. When she stood up she couldn't avoid his eyes. He could see she was nervous and tense and he had to admit that he felt the tension too.

"My name is Flora from Lymphea, I am eighteen years old and my magic is focused on nature and plants." He continued to examine her. This little fairy from Lymphea could jeopardize the lies and the mask he had built little by little all these years. This frail naive girl could ruin everything. Yet he could do nothing about it. It was karma, making him pay for all the unpleasant things he did in the past.

Flora was staring back at the teacher, trying not to look scared and weak underneath his gaze. Waiting for him to tell her to sit back down. Both were silently staring into each other's eyes. Perhaps waiting to see which of them would back down first. However, their staring contest was finally interrupted by the noise of a ruler falling from a desk. Noticing all the attention they were getting, the young man hurriedly told Flora to sit down.

But before she could even move the bell rang. And everybody started packing their stuff. And what she dreaded the most happened.

"Flora, could you please stay here a few more minutes. We need to talk."

She panicked. So she said the first thing that came to mind.

"I'm sorry sir but I don't want to be late for my first potion class. Could we maybe talk another time?" So without letting the man a chance to answer, she bolted out of the classroom.

The first school day passed quickly for the Winx club, and they finished it by eating dinner in the Dining Hall. With all the other students and the staff of the school.

The students were discussing their classes and new apartments but they were interrupted by an announcement from the headmistress.

"I have great and exciting news. As is the Alfea tradition, we will kick off the school year with a formal dance. It will take place tomorrow night and our special guest will be the boys from Red Fountain. We hope you will be warm and friendly hostesses and make them feel right at home." She smiled at all of the girls.

"But not too friendly, Chaperones will be there." Griselda continued. However, she was quickly interrupted by her male colleague.

"Oh please Griselda, don't be such a buzzkill, let them have their fun, they deserve it." Darkell said it with a smirk which he knew would infuriate the strict woman.

Faragonda chose to ignore the two adults and added.

"Dancing is encouraged and the boys will bring a surprise for all. It will be an evening full of enchantment."