It was another day at the new school, the Winx were loaded with tons of homework. Bloom didn't bother to mention about the two blondes she had noticed staring at their group, she didn't think it was anything really important. A shy-looking girl who had a brown ponytail hurried past the two blondes and bumped into Bloom. She stared at Bloom's cyan eyes with her own intense blue-gray eyes.
"Hi!" Bloom chirped. The girl gave Bloom a piece of paper, when Bloom looked down at it and then back up, the girl was gone.
"Come on, Bloom," Stella sighed, "we're going to be late for class!"
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"Can I help you?" a girl offered Musa, seeing how she was struggling with her folders.
"Yeah, thanks," Musa replied gratefully as the girl took some of her things and put them down on a desk. The girl had dark brown hair in a fishtail braid and shy modest blue eyes.
"Who are you?" the girl asked, frowning, "you're way different from all the other girls."
"Oh, cool, I guess. I'm Musa," Musa said calmly, trying to act normal. "And you are?"
"Felicity Bell, I come from England." The two girls shook hands. "Where are you from?" Uh oh. How was Musa supposed to explain that she was from Melody, a planet in the magical dimension? Just then, the bell went, signalling the start of the lesson. Felicity smiled at Musa, then returned to her seat.
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"So, cold," Flora muttered, standing outside in the field, holding a long stick with a curve at the end in tightly in her hand. Fog was blocking her vision beyond the field, and sadly, none of the other Winx girls were with her. It was late October, yet it felt as though it was December.
"Hi, there," a quiet voice said. Flora spun round to see the girl who had bumped into Bloom in the morning standing in front of her.
"Hi, I'm Flora," Flora greeted, reaching for the girl's hand.
"I'm Isabella," Isabella said, taking Flora's hand and shaking it. She felt a little shock. There was still some magic in this girl.
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"Oh, Chrissie! You worry too much," Leanne said coldly, flipping her hair over her shoulder.
"But, but, Leanne. What if those girls find out about…about…this?" Chrissie said desperately.
"They won't, if they know what's good for them," Leanne answered shortly, pulling Chrissie after her towards a table near the group of girls. Leanne found them strange, they seemed to not understand the subject names, yet they were good at the actual subjects. It was weird, unnatural, heck even supernatural. Like magic, exactly like magic.