Darcy sat on the bed, bringing out her many devices, spells and various relics to set up the trap. She was prepared for this, in her mind she had to go and find Bloom's enemy than hunt her down, trap Stormy and make her cough up that little magic of world shaking majesty.

It would be simpler just to get Stormy herself but that wouldn't be any real fun, making them surfer before making them her slave. When things start to get under her skin than she'll just go directly to those two, and get down and dirty.

Setting up a special pendulum out the map of the city (taken from the hotel office,) Darcy said a little spell before she swung the device. With a few swings it lands near a road, Darcy raised a brow as she wonder who it is. And the best way to find out is to personally go out there, and greet this person.

"Techna," Stella walked into the shared room of the Android and Music fairy. Each of them were on their side of the room, stopping to look at her when she said next. "Flora's gone."

"You must be kidding!" Techna rubbed a temple, "Bloom had logical reasons to leave in haste. But Flora going is going against every grain of reason."

"Of course she has been acting strange lately," Musa pointed out. "Her plants, and her grades, has been up a little."

"But there is something off," Stella pointed out. "Maybe... She has her powers back, and it smells of a Faust-like deal." Stella noticed both Techna and Musa staring at her, "I was taking advance English." The duo facevaulted.

"Despite that fact," Techna said. "She could be right, this is pretty fishy."

"Alright, if you guys are saying is true." Musa sighed as she crossed her arms, ""Flora wouldn't hurt Bloom. Their friends, very close friends."

"What are you saying?" Stella raised a brow, "because if you are saying if they're more than that I wouldn't be a bit bothered by it but I highly, highly doubt it. I know Bloom very well, I knew her before all of you and I should know that Flora, while a good friend, isn't her type if she was that way. Not that I would know, I'm just saying Flowers and flames don't mix."

Musa and Techna exchanged glances, they knew that was "Jealous Stella" talking. Stella sat on the edge of Musa's bed while they all try to think of something, it was Techna that broke the silence.
"If the dean has sent out Flora, I think that logically she's trying to strike up something psychological."

"It's when Bloom comes back, that's what I'm worried about." Musa said. "What are they going to do with her?"

Stella and Techna shifted nervously, there were rumors - even though they're just rumors - about this school's punishments. One was of the disappearing girl in the Virtual Reality Chamber, another where a group of witches broke in and took this girl.
There is history about that stuff happening, increasing as Faragonda became the new dean, even if it isn't in the records.

"What do we do?" Stella asked.

"Simple," Techna said. "We go protect her, at all cost."

"You make it sound like this is life or death," Musa added. The looks of the other two, she knew it was.

"You make it sound like this is life or death."

"Why are these students so dramatic?" Faragonda said, "or rather melodramatic. It makes me sound like a utter villain, despite the fact a few students had suffered under the care of the school."

"Well, they have tried to tarnish the reputation of Alfea." Grinselda snapped, "they deserved what they gotten."

"Yes, I am afraid you're right." Faragonda sighed, making more and more space in the hidden catacombs was a bit of a pain; and finding a new way to include a witch/suicide-pact/jealous person was getting harder and harder lately as she's running out of creative ways to make up cover up stories.
"Mrs. Grinselda," Faragonda said. "Do you think you, are they a threat?"

"No, not really. Just an annoyance, but I would keep an eye on them just in case."

"Right."

"It always ends here," Icy said. "So she must have gone.. Into the station?"

"Now why would Stormy go into the teleportation station?" Mrs. Trix asked as she looked at the destinations. "It would be near impossible to follow her now, at least by these means."

"It also says that Darcy came here, and that pixie Bloom."

"Bloom? Bloom Hanabiyama?"

"I.. Her last name is Hanabiyama?"

"Yes, or at least that's what Stormy told me when she talks to me," Mrs. Trix walked towards the station. "And I bet where you're sister is," Mrs. Trix crossed her arms as she closed her eyes. "But I don't know where she is."

"Bloom," the young redhead slowly shifted in her sleep. "Bloom."

"Daphne?"

The glowing figure of the guardian nymph appeared out of the darkness. The woman's face, from what Bloom could tell from behind the mask she wore, was full of worry. "Yes, Bloom. I came to talk to you, about my daughter."

"Stormy? Why didn't you tell me about your daughter, and that fact she is, was, of my nemesises?" Bloom was trying to restrain her anger, she clinch her fists. "She could have needed your guidance."

"Bloom, please calm down." The nymph placed a hand on the young fairy's shoulder, "I will explain myself in a moment. But I must tell you of your past, who you are." Bloom stood there, conflicted between anger and curiosity. Daphne summoned a flame, a image appeared within. "I was the guardian of a artifact called the dragon's fire, it resided within the king of Sparx.
"You are his daughter," Bloom was taken back a little but Daphne continued. "I was in charge of taking care of you, my daughter was with her father. I didn't get to see her much, and if I admitted I was the mother there would be a sever scandal."

"Scandal?"

"Stormy's father is a decent of the last coven," Daphne said. "It was a fling, I gave birth to her when his other kids were being born. It was thought that it be better that she was with a full family, than with just an outsider."

"You gave Stormy to her father?"

"It was for love," Daphne wiped away a tear. She was silent for a moment, "I don't you want to see her."

Bloom was taken back. "What?"

"I'm am, if I could hold a psychical form, be very support of her relationships. But please, Bloom." Daphne laid both hands on her shoulders, "leave her. Don't ever get involve with her, just leave."

"No!" Bloom stammered out, "I-I, no way am I breaking off what just started."

"Bloom, please break up with her." Daphne lifted her hands up, cupping the chin of the young fairy. "I love her very much, I don't want her to follow in my footsteps."

"I won't leave her."

"Damn it!" Daphne shouted, "I don't want her to suffer the same loneliness and pain I had to go through, I don't want her to be in the shadows, alone and empty."

"I will never leave her," Bloom said. She had woke to a dark room, I will never let that happen.