"Oh look at that, it's been three days and finally Layla decides on letting her friends know what has been going on instead of keeping it a secret." Stormy rolled her eyes.

"It's a waste," Icy added.

Valtor and the Trix mainly watched the Winx intently over the days, and they had realized these changes were taking effect. The heartbroken feelings, tears, and shock had made them feel like with negative feelings, the Winx would not be able to carry on.

"Andros has become useless. Once an opening to the Omega Dimension, home to the most of the universe's sea creatures and now a untamable leash of destruction where several escaped captives roam," Valtor stared in disgust. "They'll have to learn its better not to interfere."

"I thought they'd do better, it's all over the web, right?" Darcy shrugged.

"No, it's not," Icy pushed a chair around in a circle and sat down, folding her hands.

"What happened to your hands, Icy?" Stormy asked, confused. It was not that she had realized that Icy's ice bucket was missing, and her hands were no longer red. She had known it, and Icy had planned it so.

Icy was glad she had taken it seriously.

"Oh nothing, I found a counter curse for your magic coins, Darcy," Icy said in response, turning to Darcy. She forced herself not to smile. "It was a great trick; really, you should let others in your shop fall for it."

Darcy didn't look up. She had her lips pressed together.

"What shop?" Stormy said sharply.

"Didn't you know, Stormy, the shop Darcy opened," Icy examined her fingernails like people did when they were pretending to act casual.

"Oh, that one," Stormy leaned back and said, "Yeah, Darcy, you should really spend more time there."

"What shop?" Valtor turned from the reflected, shimmering image on the crystal ball.

"Darcy opened a shop recently," Icy babbled. "It's all about potions and dark curses to use against people. She spends so much time in it; it's her obsession to cause people harm."

"And the best part is that people don't recognize my cunning disguises," Darcy muttered. Valtor heard this, but he did not question her.

"Darcy's skills are much more impressive than I have noticed," he mused, surprising her. "She knows how to use them in a way where they don't reach others in an obvious way-"

Icy looked like she had been slapped on both cheeks. She was, in fact, someone who used powers in a way it was quite obvious she meant harm.

"-Threats don't matter to some people."

Darcy smiled in delight and relief. Then she smirked at Icy like she had won over something huge. Stormy, who was part of it, was shocked as well, and she turned a dull color and glared at Icy as though it was her fault (which it was).

"My shop gives people what they need, and causes sometimes what I call- but Valtor, I hope I'm not doing anything to stop accompanying you, I do this during my free time." Darcy's eyes narrowed at Icy, who was shaking with rage now behind his back.

She stood up and said, "I'll be back," strode to the door as she always did as if she had some free will to interrupt people, and left. Stormy cast a disgusted looked at her seat, and at Darcy, then got up and followed.

"What is your problem? That was the worst acting I've ever seen!" Icy practically shrieked.

"The words were your choice, and that's what Valtor thinks. Or is it that I have to control him to say something you want?"

"Darcy is not getting away with this, and don't look at me like that! He's favoring her more than ever now!" Icy made a fist.

"Thanks to your plan," Stormy said bitterly.

"This is not over, watch what you say!" Icy stomped towards the window and threw it open. She stood there for seconds, watching the dark cloudy sky. Stormy looked away, and then said, "I'll be outside for a bit, then, if you don't want me to be around."

A/N: Surprise! Icy deserved what she got, trying to mess with Darcy's position! :P anyways, please review!