Bloom paced the length of a balcony atop the school. It overlooked the forest, and faced both Magix – the city, not the overall dimension – and Red Fountain. Red Fountain. The School of Heroics and Bravery. And lying little shits that called themselves princes – or pretend not to be princes and end up making fairies that have no reason not to believe their lies look like complete idiots.

Bloom was still seething. Giving a strong exhale, she tilted her head to line up with the wind that was whipping her hair about her face, and let the smoke plume from her nose and fly away, with no evidence that it had every existed. That sort of thing had been happening often recently – a physical manifestation of the fire that Bloom used in her magic. (Bloom wondered if it was something that she should be more concerned about – she had control over the fire, but no other fairy she had met seemed to be dealing with anything similar with their powers. She'd worry about it later. She had things to deal with first.)

How was she going to deal with this? Confront BrandonSky, fury blazing, and throw a fireball at his head? Quietly call him, organise a date, and break down crying once he arrived? Have a cry in the shower over the deception, and then confront BrandonSky and SkyBrandon the next time she saw them?

Bloom glared at Red Fountain's silhouette in the dark distance. She wasn't going to lose what was left of her dignity over a stupid boy. She'd liked BrandonSky, and he'd lied. She was not going to cry over his lying ass to. Besides, Bloom had had the information given to her by another girl. Another girl that was apparently engaged to the lying PrinceSquire person. Did she know? It didn't seem likely, given her confusion over Bloom's confusion.

Thinking of blondes . . . Stella was caught up in this mess too. God, Stella. How would she react? Stella would lose it. Crying, screaming, everything in between, probably. She had a screaming fit when Flora's plant wore her clothes and the resulting outfit clashed, how would she react to finding out that her boyfriend had been lying to her about . . . oh, everything about himself.

Poor Stella.

How was Bloom going to handle this?

Sky was feeling damn good. The Day of the Royals hadn't caused his ruse to blow up in his face, he'd managed to spend less than an hour in Diaspro's company, and Bloom hadn't seemed completely upset that he hadn't invited her to the celebration. Life was good.

He did feel bad about lying to Bloom, but he figured that the ends could justify the means – the last thing he wanted was to upset her by having her know who he really was.

Well, that's what he told himself. Besides, it wasn't like he was fully lying. A lot of the stuff he'd told her about himself was true, all his interests, childhood stories . . . just not with the context of him being a prince. It wasn't that bad.

He could make a relationship with her work, at least for a while.

Diaspro, unlike the other two members of this triangle, was not thinking too strongly of the weird red-haired girl who'd run into her during the Day of the Royals; although, she was absently thinking of her Prince – he was her betrothed, after all. It would not do to act as though he was not a part of her life, even if she'd never gotten a good impression that he'd ever felt the same kind of love for her.

What did that matter? Her love would merely make up for his lack of it!

She did find it a bit strange that the girl from Red Fountain didn't know who Prince Sky was – maybe there was some lack of communications about the physical appearance of royalty, but surely there would be knowledge at Alfea that the Crown Prince of Eraklyon was attending Alfea's brother school? Diaspro knew common girls to be more gossipy than was good for commoners, but surely they would know what a prince looked like when they saw one?

Bah! What did Diaspro care that some pixie-girl from some backwards realm didn't know who Sky was? It wasn't as if she'd ever speak to him. Sky would never lower himself to speak to some child that was only passably pretty.

Not when he had Diaspro to think of.

this is not nearly as long as i wanted it to be, so instead it's a short filler chapter. i am going to continue this story, as long as the inspiration doesn't leave me. i just feel like if i get this out of the way, i can move the story forward more easily. so . . . here you go!

also: Sky is lying to himself,but i think that that's really obvious. Diaspro has also been raised as snobbish royalty, so she's got some classism in her brain, which i think is pretty in-line with canon. Also, she ain't exactly a fan of the idea of another girl turning Sky's head, so she's pretty snobbish toward other women too. (It's probably gonna come up at some point, knowing how I roll)