Is this a sequel to Wingless? Nope, this is a short story collection based on various scrapped bits mostly of Christina at the Fairy Academy and her friendship with Melinda. I have one other short story in the works, suggested by a friend but this one was finished first so... Anyway, truth be told I would love to do a sequel but I've got too much on my plate at the current moment. So, enjoy!

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Snow

Snow was bad! Awful! Terrible! Why? Well, snow was another form of water and Melinda West was never safe around water. The eight-year-old shivered violently as she struggled to get her powers to work. Her magic was finicky, especially in the cold. She yelped in pain as the window continued to blow snow flurries into her room through her broken window. Melinda had begged and pleaded with her mother to have it repaired but as usual, she was ignored, pushed aside in favor of her mother's schemes though they never did pan out.

That was it!

Even though it was risky and painful she grabbed her broom from her closet deciding to fly the short distance to Christina's house.

This was not one of her best ideas as she lacked any sort of outerwear built for such weather. Crying in misery the whole way there at the burns the usually harmless weather caused.

She would be better off once she reached Christina's home.

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"I made a snow fairy!" Christina giggled, pointing excitedly at said fairy

Prince was a little preoccupied at the moment, hopping around trying to catch snowflakes in his claws. Such a feat was difficult for the baby dragon. He stood on his hind legs swiping at the air in a frenzy before falling on his back.

Christina laughed merrily, plucking him from the ground, wrapping him in her coat.

"Silly boy, you can't catch snowflakes that way, watch,"

She stuck out her tongue and waited patiently, she was rewarded when the tiniest

of snowflakes landed, melting slowly.

"Now you try,"

Prince tried, he tried by lapping at the air like a dog does a water bowl.

"No! No, silly! Christina corrected "Like-"

Christina's lesson was disrupted when Melinda crash-landed in front of her crying in pain.

"MOM! MOM!" Christina screamed, rushing to help her friend.

Alissa burst out of the cottage, wand ready to defend whoever dared harm her butterfly only to freeze at the sight before her. Her stupor lasted only a second before she sprung to action lifting the injured girl from the ground and rushing her inside while Christina followed behind with her broom. Melinda's whole left side was burned since that was how she had landed. Thankfully, Alissa knew how to handle most injuries water burns included so she laid her on the couch and set to work while Christina changed into warm, dry clothes and rushed to hold Melinda's hand afterward.

"It hurts, Christy," Melinda hissed.

"I know it does," Christina nodded even as Melinda's nails dug into her wrist, "But, I'm right here and I'm not leaving,"

"Thank you,"

Christina smiled softly, "Anytime, M,"

"Why were you out in the snow?" Alissa questioned, "You know how dangerous that is for you,"

"My window's broke, snow in my room, Mom doesn't care," Melinda grunted in pain.

"I'm sorry, Sweetheart, stay here as long as you like,"

"Thank you,"

Melinda promptly passed out from the pain. Once Alissa was done tending her injuries Christina fetched a warm blanket and spread it over her friend. Waiting by her side until she woke up.

…...

Years later.

"Look, M, it's snowing!" Christina said excitedly.

"Yeah," Melinda nodded.

"Wanna go play in it since it won't hurt you anymore?" Christina questioned, pulling on her earmuffs, coat, scarf, and gloves.

"I don't have anything to wear," Melinda admitted, "Again,"

"Wait, you don't have a jacket?" Shaggy asked in shock as he pulled his on.

"I stayed inside during winter,"

"Makes sense,"

"Borrow mine, Melinda," Dalton said, draping it over her shoulders, "It's about time you learned how much fun snow is,"

"But what about you?" she questioned.

"I'll watch now, go have some fun," Dalton ordered, pushing his girlfriend toward the door.

"Okay, I'm going!"

"Race Ya, M," Christina cried, flying past with Shaggy and Scooby on her heels.

"You're On!"