A golden sun rose over Paris, illuminating both the Eiffel Tower and the interiors of apartments and narrow two-story houses. In one such house, at number 40 rue des Archives, the sunlight spilled into the bedroom of a sixteen-year-old girl, trying unsuccessfully to rouse her from the clutches of sleep. Her father entered the room, and he took a bolder approach to waking her.

"Cosette, chérie, réveille-toi! You're going to be late for school."

That did it. Cosette leapt out of bed with a yelp, hurried into the bathroom, and emerged five minutes later in a fluffy blue bathrobe, drying her damp blonde hair with a towel. She snatched up a stripy top and a pair of denim capri-pants, and yanked them on under her robe, while berating her father for not waking her up earlier.

"How could I have forgotten about school? Oh, I'm going to be so late, why didn't you come in earlier, Papa? Merde!"

She had just shoved her feet into a pair of pink flats when she realised. "Hang on," Cosette murmured. "I'm not late for school. It's still the holidays! School doesn't start again for another week. Not funny, Papa!"

Her father, Jean Valjean, grinned at her unashamed. "I thought it was pretty funny." He stroked the ears of the little chocolate brown Dutch rabbit who had been asleep in a basket lined with fluffy blankets, but had woken up at the sound of his mistress' panicked shouts.

Cosette scowled. "I'm going back to bed." She toed off her flats and sulkily dived back under the covers. The rabbit hopped out of his basket and onto the bed, snuggling up to her, and she petted him sleepily.

Valjean kissed the top of his daughter's head. "Chérie, why were you up so late anyway?"

"I was reading."

He reached for the book that had been left open next to the bed. "'Fées: mythe ou réalité?'" Valjean sighed fondly. "Don't you ever get tired of silly fairy stories?"

"They're not silly!" Cosette defended the book, but she stretched and got out of bed properly, scooping up the rabbit and following her dad downstairs into the living room.

"Anyway, since you're still on holiday, you can help me around the house today."

"Papa!" Cosette complained. "I don't want to spend the last week of the holidays doing housework. I want to go out with my friends! I'm not a child any more."

"You're still my little girl," teased Valjean. When Cosette's pout didn't lift, he smiled fondly at her. "All right. But in order to do that, you're going to need wheels."

Cosette's eyes widened. "Papa…you didn't!" She beamed as she dashed out the front door and down the stairs at the front of the house, skidding to a halt in front of…a bicycle. Not a car, or a scooter, but a simple sky-blue bicycle, with a basket on the front and a baby-pink bell.

Valjean watched his daughter's reaction eagerly. Cosette held her smile carefully in place. "Thanks so much, Papa! It's…it's really great." She hugged him quickly, and lifted her rabbit into the basket, where he sat up proudly. "I think I'll take Wolter to the park. Thanks again, Papa!" She blew him a kiss, hopped onto the bike, and peddled off.

The bike wasn't actually that bad. It was the ruthless teasing that would come with it. Cosette glanced up as a shadow fell across the path in front of her. Rosetta.

"Salut, Cosette," smirked the raven-haired queen-bee. Rosetta had been picking on Cosette since they were little kids, and showed no signs of stopping any time soon. "Nice ride." She said 'ride' the way most people said 'heap of shit'.

Cosette mouthed a word not suitable for polite conversation, but Rosetta didn't see, as she had turned to the delivery men carefully unboxing a bright pink scooter. "Be careful with that! It's new!" Rosetta glanced back at Cosette. "Later, loser!"

The blonde glared at Rosetta's retreating back, but ultimately decided to ignore her and continued on to the park. When they got there, Wolter hopped out of his basket and padded off to explore the woods, while Cosette propped her bike against a tree, and sat cross-legged on the ground. It was a nice spot. Maybe she'd come back later with a sketchpad and some watercolour paints.

Suddenly, Wolter came bounding out of the bushes, squeaking furiously. He jumped around her, and tugged at her jeans with his teeth, leading her back the way he'd come from. "What is it, Wolter?" Cosette asked him softly, following him through the bushes. "Did you find something interesting?"

Interesting, it turned out, was a bit of an understatement. A person was standing in the middle of a glade with their back to Cosette, their posture suggesting that they were fighting something, or someone. The figure turned to one side, glaring at something Cosette couldn't see, and she realised that it was a teenage boy.

He was about her age, maybe a little older, with waist-length golden-blond hair tied in a ponytail with a red band. He was dressed like nobody she'd ever seen before - his clothes were mainly bright red, made of a material that glittered in the morning sun; a top that was draped like a toga, but showed off his lithe midriff, and the shortest shorts she'd ever seen on a boy. His boots were knee-high and had black heels, across his forehead was a black headband, and he had black cuffs on both wrists. He was clutching a long staff made of black metal, the top of which was an orb surrounded by smaller red orbs that hung in mid-air. From his back sprouted six small golden fronds, three from each shoulder blade, that almost looked like…wings.

And his face…Cosette had never seen a face both so charming and terrifying at the same time. His features were beautiful: his nose was straight, his eyes were almond-shaped, his brows were sculpted and his lips were plump and red. But his expression was one of utter fury, with rage glowing in his golden-brown irises, and it was directed at something lurking in the shadows, just outside of Cosette's line of sight.

Suddenly, the lurking thing leapt at the boy, and Cosette clamped a hand over her own mouth to hold back her scream because that wasn't normal. It had dark maroon scales, with a small body and gangly limbs, and a flat, cruel face with glowing yellow eyes. Its hands were large with sharp claws, and it had a definite hunch. The claws slashed at the boy, who to her surprise, didn't even flinch, but instead shouted, "Rising Sun!" A bright light flashed, and the thing retreated. Cosette's jaw dropped - the flash of light had come from the boy's hand.

There was a growling from the bushes, and more of the creatures appeared, running at the boy and scratching at his legs. The boy lifted his staff and yelled, "Solar Wind!" as he brought it down hard on the ground. A glowing wind blew the creatures back into the shadows, but one of them hovered in mid-air, as though it was flying, a dark shadow wrapped around its body.

Suddenly the shadow contracted, and the creature burst into…nothing. It was gone. But the shadow wasn't, and as it moved forward, it materialised into a hand, attached to an arm, attached to a…

…an ogre.

Cosette knew that she herself would have been shrieking her head off and running for the hills by this point, but the boy held his ground. He glared at the ogre. "I am Enjolras, Faery of the Shining Sun and Prince of Solaria, so fuck off!"

There were three main reasons that Cosette was speechless after this pronouncement:
exist! She'd been right all along!
looked nothing like what she'd imagined a Faery to be like - he was a lot taller than she'd thought faeries would be.
she'd previously imagined meeting a Faery, she hadn't expected their first words to include the phrase 'fuck off'.

The ogre seemed less than pleased about being sworn at, and he charged furiously at the faery, who clearly wasn't expecting it. They collided, Enjolras' jaw going slack, and the blond boy flew through the air, landing heavily with a thump.

The maroon-scaled creatures surrounded him, pinning him to the ground. "Ghouls!" the ogre growled. "Take his sceptre!"

One of the creatures snatched the staff from Enjolras' hand, and the Faery paled. The ogre loomed over him, a wicked smirk on his face. "Not so sunny now, are you?" he growled maliciously.

"Hey!" Cosette found herself shouting. The ogre spun to face her. Cosette was terrified, but bravely held her ground. "Let him go!" She couldn't just sit there and watch the Faery being beaten.

The ogre looked merely irritated. "Ghouls! Attack!"

The ghouls rushed at Cosette, their claws swiping at her. She threw up her hands to shield her face, and suddenly the ghouls were retreating as if burned. Wolter was gazing at her slack-jawed, but suddenly began bouncing excitedly and chittering in celebration. He didn't notice a ghoul creeping up on him until it was nearly upon him, but gave a squeak of terror when he saw it mere inches away from him.

Now Cosette was furious. "Hands off Wolter!" she yelled, snatched up a stick, and swung it hard at the ghoul, which careened off into the woods. If Cosette had been a faster runner, she could've been a baseball pro.

Suddenly, her hands were being crushed in the ogre's strong grip. "Bad move, girlie!" he growled. "Larbin smash!" He shook her like a rag-doll.

Cosette wasn't even scared any more - just really, really angry. She could literally feel her anger bubbling up inside her chest, as though it was going to burst out at any moment. She shouted angrily - she wasn't really sure what - and suddenly something large and golden-red burst out of her chest, and the ogre was skidding across the ground. His yellowish skin looked red and raw, as though it had been burned.

He gingerly got to his feet, and realised that he'd let go of the sceptre. The ghouls rushed to his side. He'd torn a hole in her jeans when he'd grabbed her, Cosette noticed to her annoyance.

Enjolras got up, rubbing his head. He grabbed his sceptre back off the ground, and smiled at Cosette. "Hey. Thanks!"

"No-n-n-no problem," Cosette stuttered back. Enjolras turned and glared at the ogre, who had clearly decided that the fight wasn't worth continuing. He scowled. "You win this time, Faery, but I'll be back!" He clapped his hands three times and disappeared in a cloud of smoke, along with his ghouls.

Enjolras continued to glare at the spot where the ogre had been, but suddenly clutched at his sceptre and toppled over with a moan. There was a flash, and he was suddenly wearing a well-cut dark red silk suit and black leather shoes. His sceptre was gone, as were his wings, and his hair was loose and tumbled about his shoulders. He was unconscious.

"OK, Cosette, tell me again why there is an unconscious teenage boy on our sofa."

"We were in the woods in the park. Big scary monsters attacked us, and he fought them! And…so did I!" Cosette felt a little dizzy every time she remembered how the burning energy had burst out of her, sending the ghouls and the ogre flying.

Valjean didn't look convinced, but Enjolras was stretching and his eyelids were fluttering, and he was starting to sit up. Cosette dashed to his side. "How are you feeling?"

The boy yawned. "Much better, thanks. Um, where am I?"

Cosette put a hand on his shoulder. "You're at my house. This is my dad, Jean Valjean, and I'm Cosette. If you don't mind me asking, what exactly happened to you?"

Valjean nodded. "I'd like to know that too."

Enjolras took a deep breath. "Well, I was on my way back to the Musain College for Faeries in Magix - that's the school I go to - when I was forced down onto Earth by that disgusting ogre and his ghouls! They were trying to take the Sceptre of Solaria, and I'm the Prince of Solaria and thus its guardian. Have you heard of Solaria? It's in the Magic Dimension in another galaxy." He said all of this in a single breath.

Valjean looked worried. "He's delirious. I'm calling the hospital." He picked up the phone.

Enjolras looked cross, but suddenly he grinned and focussed a beam of light that came from his finger at the phone. There was a puff of smoke, and instead of a phone Valjean was holding a lettuce. The blond Faery smirked. "Believe me now?"

Cosette beamed at him. "I believe you, Enjolras!"

"Thank you. So, as I was saying, the ogre attacked me, and he managed to get my sceptre! But then, Cosette jumped out and fought him off, and got my sceptre back."

Valjean looked at Cosette curiously. She shrugged. "Actually, I don't know how I did it. It was weird!"

"Faeries don't need to know how they're doing it," Enjolras shrugged. "They just do it."

Cosette felt like she was floating. "Me? A-a Faery?"

Enjolras nodded. "If you throw up energy shields like a Faery, and beat down monsters like a Faery, I say you must be a Faery!"

Valjean rubbed his forehead with his knuckles. "This is - this is nuts! Faeries - nuts!"

Meanwhile, in a cavern somewhere in another dimension…

Larbin the ogre cowered in front of three sets of glowing eyes. They glared back.

"Larbin, you useless ogre!" snarled the owner of one set of eyes. "You didn't even manage to overpower a silly Faery!"

"I-it wasn't m-m-my fault, your scarinesses!" Larbin stuttered. "I would have got the sceptre, but there was this girl there - a s-super-powerful Faery!"

"Really?" another voice said, silkier and more threatening than the first. "Super-powerful? Tell me more."

Larbin quaked like a leaf, but continued. "I managed to tear off some material from her clothes. We can use a h-h-hunting troll to find her."

The eyes glittered with evil intent, and Larbin let out a relieved breath he didn't know he'd been holding.

Enjolras followed Cosette into her bedroom. "Is this your room? It's cool!" He studied some sketches of Paris she'd pinned to her wall. "Did you draw these?" Cosette nodded shyly. "They're really good!" He laughed. "Sorry, I'm a bit nosy."

Cosette shook her head. "It's OK," she said, but suddenly changed her mind. "Actually, no, it's not OK. I still have no idea what happened in the park!"

Enjolras looked almost bored. "You used your powers to save my life. Standard Faery duty."

"But I didn't even know I had powers until now!"

The blond Faery shrugged. "You've always had them, it just took 'til now for them to come out. Watch…" Enjolras focussed on the mug of pencils on Cosette's desk. The pencils rose into the air, surrounded by glowing golden light. With a flash, they morphed together into a single pencil about the size of a pencil case. Enjolras smiled encouragingly at her. "Your turn, Cosette. Return them to their original shape."

Cosette concentrated hard on the pencil. "Come on…come on!" She flourished her hands at it, gritted her teeth and scrunched her nose - but the pencil simply dropped to the floor and rolled under her bed. She sighed. "I can't do it."

"You just need practice, that's all," Enjolras insisted. He gave a practised flick of the wrist, and the pencil flew into the air and split back into several normal sized pencils, landing neatly back in the mug. "At Musain, we learn to control our powers in order to reach more powerful levels of magic. You should definitely come with me tomorrow."

Cosette bit her lip indecisively. Enjolras pulled out what looked like a postcard. "I know! Do you want to see the school?"

"You can do that? Show me the school?"

Enjolras nodded and dropped the postcard onto the floor, where it grew to the size of a small rug. "It's a bottomless postcard. Follow me!" He hopped onto it with a cry of "To Magix!"

Cosette gasped as he disappeared into the postcard. She rushed towards it and looked down into it, and saw a tiny Enjolras beckoning to her to join him. Carefully, she stepped onto the postcard and repeated "To Magix!"

It was a peculiar sensation, sinking into the postcard. Her skin felt fizzy where the portal touched it, and she couldn't feel any ground beneath her feet. As her head went under, she held her breath, but to her surprise, there was no change in the air, except perhaps it smelled a little fresher. Her feet landed on the ground easily, and she looked around in awe. They were standing on the grass at the edge of a green forest, under a bright blue sky. Then she noticed the castle.

It was straight out of a fairy tale. The walls were pale pink, and the roofs were baby blue. It was structured as a massive circle around a central courtyard, with lilac gates shaped like enormous wings. There was a wishing well in the centre of the courtyard, and there were delicate balconies all around the upper floors. The castle had two towers, one with a turret roof and the other more of a raised platform with delicate battlements. It was gorgeous.

Cosette still looked a little unsure. "What about my high school in Paris?" she asked Enjolras. "I mean, my high school years haven't been the happiest years of my life, but I can't just ditch."

Enjolras shrugged. "Yes you can. Just say you got a late reply from a college you applied to. And I can assure you, I've never met anyone who was unhappy with their Musain experience. You learn loads, and make tons of friends!"

"True, I don't really have many friends here," Cosette admitted. "I lost most of them when I broke up with my last boyfriend. Although it would be weird starting over at a new school with no one I know in my class."

Enjolras looked almost embarrassed. "Actually, I'd be in your class," he admitted. "I'm repeating my first year."

"Did you fail?" Cosette hadn't known him for very long, but Enjolras didn't seem like the kind of person to neglect academics, especially with the enthusiasm he had when talking about his school.

"No…I was kind of expelled…my parents smoothed everything over, but I have to repeat my first year as punishment for how badly I screwed up last year," Enjolras sighed. "I swear, college has no time for justice!"

A few streets away, outside an abandoned warehouse, several figures appeared in a cloud of smoke. Two were huge and hulking, the others smaller and crouched low to the ground. They were, of course, Larbin the ogre, his hunting troll, and more ghouls. And like most people hanging around abandoned warehouses, they were up to no good.

Larbin handed the troll the scrap of denim he had torn from Cosette's jeans. "Here, troll. Sniff out the Faery!" he instructed the creature.

The troll snatched the scrap in one blue-skinned hand and inhaled deeply. Cosette's soft, grapefruity scent clung to the creature's thick black nose-hairs. The troll lowered the scrap, and sniffed the night air, searching for the same scent. Finally he found it. "That way!" The troll pointed to the west of the warehouse. It had a low, gravelly voice, and its words were stilted as it spoke in a language far more complex than its native tongue (but then again, any language is more complex than Troll. You just have to point and grunt, after all).

The troll led the ogre and the ghouls towards the source of the scent. They had just turned onto rue des Archives when suddenly the troll stopped. "Wait… scent gone."

This was, obviously, the moment that Enjolras and Cosette had entered the bottomless postcard.

"I guess… I'll think about it," Cosette decided.

Enjolras smiled triumphantly. "Good enough for me! Come on, let's go back!"

"How do we get out of here?"

"It's really easy!" Enjolras said. "You just jump!" He sprang upwards, and vanished!

Cosette jumped too, and suddenly there was that fizzy feeling again - and then they were standing back in her bedroom.

"Scent back!" the troll grunted. It narrowed its eyes at the row of houses, but suddenly pointed at number 40. "That one!"

In the living room of number 40, Valjean was pacing up and down, attempting to get his thoughts in order.

Faeries don't exist!

But Enjolras turned the phone into a lettuce!

That was probably just a trick of my eyes. I should really go to the optometrist.

Magic exists and you know it! You've seen it! Enjolras is magic, and maybe Cosette is too…

The front door rattled. Wolter's ears pricked up, and he sniffed the air. His eyes widened. That smell was wrong. He squeaked and bounded over to Valjean, pawing at his slipper. Something is wrong! Something is very wrong!

Valjean tutted. "We'll play later, Wolter. I'm busy right now!"

You're just pacing! And this isn't a game! Something is wrong here! Wolter gave up, and dug his teeth into a chair, dragging it over to the door and propping it under the doorknob in the hope that it would keep the Bad Thing out.

"What is that rabbit doing?" Valjean muttered. "Wolter, I told you, I can't play right n-!"

He never finished that sentence, as something collided heavily with the front door and the entire house shook. "What was that?"

In Cosette's bedroom, she and Enjolras yelped at the shockwave.

From downstairs, the gravelly voice echoed up to them. "FAERY!"

"Fuck!" Cosette gasped. "My dad" She and Enjolras dashed down the stairs, but stopped at the bottom in shock.

Larbin had Valjean in a choke-hold pinned against the wall. The troll was staring wildly around the room, searching for something. When it spotted them, it gave another cry of "FAERY!"

Enjolras appeared unruffled. "Looking for moi?" He removed a ring from his middle finger. It was shaped like a muffin, but with black dough and red chocolate chips. "Well, you found me!"

Cosette knew what he was thinking. "We need to split them up."

"You take the ghouls," Enjolras whispered. Then to the troll and the ogre: "Bring it on, you blimps!"

"Come get me, you stupid ghouls!" Cosette yelled, running for the door. The troll had bashed the frame out of shape on its way in. The unpleasant creatures followed her.

Enjolras threw the ring into the air with a cry of "Solaria!" and it turned into his sceptre! So that was where it had gone earlier. There was a flash of golden light and he had transformed into his Faery form.

The ogre let Valjean drop to the floor. "Hey…did you call me a blimp?" he snarled.

A smirk appeared on the blond boy's face. "Well, if the shoe fits…"

It was only when Cosette got outside, that she realised she was surrounded by several murderous creatures with sharp claws, and she had absolutely no means of defence. "Fuck…"

Suddenly, a silver gleam caught her eye. What looked like an upside-down cooking pot was moving along the ground. When it reached her feet, she picked it up - nothing under it. Turning it over, she realised that Wolter was clinging to it in an attempt to hide from the ghouls. She lifted him onto a wall out of their reach.

There was a loud crash from inside, and suddenly Enjolras was thrown through the window, shattering the glass. Cosette yelped in shock. "Are you OK?"

"Don't worry, I'm fine." Enjolras got up and brushed himself off. "I have everything under control. I called backup!"

The troll exited the house, smashing the door frame again. "Got you now - gurgh!" The choking noise was caused by the glowing magenta collar that had wrapped around its neck. Cosette turned to the source of the collar, and was more surprised by her lack of surprise at its source than by the fact that the source was the glowing hands of a boy with hair the same colour as the collar.

They must be Enjolras' backup! Four boys about her own age were standing on the pavement. They all wore the same uniform - a navy-and-cream jumpsuit with knee high navy boots and a sky blue cape secured by a jewelled pin. The pin was a different colour for each boy: the boy with magenta hair had a magenta pin, the tall freckly redheaded one had a blue pin, the one with curly black hair had a green pin, and the bespectacled dirty-blond boy had a yellow pin.

"Ok, you've got him, now keep him steady, Baz," the redhead instructed.

"Relax, I'm fine," the magenta-haired boy, 'Baz', insisted.

"I'm totally relaxed," said the boy with black curls with an easy smirk. He was leaning on a bright green broadsword he seemed to have conjured from - well, not thin air, it gleamed almost as if it was made from water. "It's you I'm worried about."

Rightly so - it was just as he said this, that the troll jerked its head and sent Baz flying.

"Ferre!" the redhead shouted. "You're up!"

The bespectacled boy yelped and fumbled with the gun he was holding, but managed to pull the trigger three times. Three glowing yellow darts shot towards the troll, distracting it and burning its skin when it tried to bat them away.

Baz got up from where he'd landed between Cosette and Enjolras. "Excuse me, but I've got work to do," he said, pushing them out of his way. Cosette was a little affronted at his brusque manner, but in all fairness he had just been thrown about 20 feet.

The four boys continued to box the troll into a corner, but were kept from any direct strikes by its swinging fists. Enjolras grabbed Cosette's wrist. "Come on, focus!" he said urgently, and this time Cosette knew exactly what to do. She focussed sharply on the space between her and Enjolras' hands. As the curly-haired boy brought the broadsword down on the pavement, slicing it open and creating a deep ditch, a ball of energy formed between them, and Enjolras mouthed, "3…2…1…now!"

Cosette pulled her hands away from the energy bubble, and it shot towards the troll, knocking him into the ditch!

"And that's how you take down an ogre," Enjolras grinned.

"I really am a Faery," Cosette whispered in wonderment.

"Told you!"

Larbin had exited the house by this point. He knew when to cut his losses. "Ghouls! To me!" His ghastly servants surrounded him, and like he had earlier, he clapped three times and vanished in a puff of smoke.

Enjolras brushed a stray hair out of his face. "Cosette, I'd like you to meet the Wizards. This is Bahorel -"

'Baz' gave a grunt of acknowledgement.

"- Prince Marius -"

The boy with curly black hair grinned at her in greeting. "What's up?"

"- Combeferre -"

The bespectacled boy grinned shyly at her. "Hey!"

"- and Grantaire, Prince Marius' squire."

The redhead blushed and awkwardly saluted her. "Heyyo," he stuttered. Cosette felt her heart skip a little. He had warm hazel eyes and was covered in freckles. She'd always liked freckles.

The troll had begun climbing out of the ditch, but Combeferre quickly clamped a glowing collar around its neck. "Where do you think you're going, huh?" he grinned at it. A portal opened behind them and Bahorel and Prince Marius pulled the troll towards it. "See ya later!" Marius called back. Bahorel, Grantaire and Combeferre all waved, and suddenly they were gone. Cosette waved back at where they had been standing, and knew her mind was made up.

The next morning saw Valjean up early, sweeping the remnants of a broken vase into a dustpan. Enjolras, now dressed in a red T-shirt and black skinny jeans, leant against the living room doorway. "Y'know, with a little magic I could have your house fixed in no time…" he offered.

Valjean smiled. "I think I'd prefer to do things the old-fashioned way, but thank you for the offer, Enjolras," he said.

Cosette padded down the stairs, clutching a pink suitcase in one hand and holding Wolter's basket in the other. Valjean's smile became a little sad. "You're sure you wanna do this, sweetie?" he said, already knowing the answer.

"Yes, Papa. I need to know more about my powers, and this is the best way to learn." All of Cosette's uncertainty from the night before had vanished, replaced by a determined set to her shoulders and an excited gleam in her eyes.

"I know you do," Valjean nodded. "But you didn't think I was just going to let you go without checking this school out first, did you?"

"Really?" Cosette beamed. She turned to Enjolras. "You can bring my dad too, right, Enj?"

Enjolras pondered it for a moment. "Well…it's against the rules. But as they say, rules were meant to be broken!" He grinned. "You ready?"

Valjean had grabbed a jacket from the end of the bannister. "I think so. Cosette?"

"I'm ready, Papa."

"Then let's go!" Enjolras cheered. He pulled off his ring and shook it, turning it back into his sceptre. With a swish of the sceptre and a shout of, "To Musain!" they were tumbling through a glowing tunnel, with walls that seemed to be made of pure sunlight. Enjolras looked completely at home, falling gracefully with his arms spread and his knees bent, laughing joyfully, while Valjean and Wolter most certainly were not, were flailing their limbs and shrieking. Cosette suspected she didn't look much better.

They landed lightly on the grass in the same place as Cosette and Enjolras had been when they were in the bottomless postcard the day before. The castle looked exactly the same, except for several teenage girls and boys entering through the gates, which were now open, and a golden banner strung between the two towers that proclaimed in silver lettering:

WELCOME TO THE MUSAIN COLLEGE FOR FAERIES!

NOTES: Hello everyone! It's me! So this story is already up on AO3, but I wanted to post it here too because why not? This story is my baby. It's a multichapter, multibook Les Mis Winx Club AU (If you hadn't already guessed) and I love writing it. I really hope you enjoy reading it! xoxo