It's been a week since Bloom packed up her belongings and moved to the magical dimension. There, she began to attend Alfea, the most prestigious school for fairies. And it hasn't exactly been the most fun. Let's see, first, Stella forced Bloom to parade as some princess named Veranda of Callisto. Because if she didn't, who knows what that creepy ass vice principal would've turned her into? Bloom didn't have herself enrolled into the school beforehand so she didn't have a choice but to lie her way in.

So Bloom and Stella were assigned to live in a dorm with three other girls. There was Flora Arbore, the environmentalist from Linphea, fairy of nature. She was Bloom's roommate. She was sweet and kind, but damn, that girl really did need school. Flora was the definition of an airhead. Bloom wondered whether Flora was gonna pass this semester, let alone a quarter. Maybe the poor girl needed to stop doing so much pot. Yeah, Bloom knew. Everyone did. Flora wasn't fooling anybody.

And then there was Musa Lu, the rebel from Melody, fairy of music. It's really ironic because she claims she hates music. I know what you're thinking. How could anybody hate music? Especially a teenager whose hormones are off the charts? None of the girls understood either, but Musa already seemed agitated at the fact they even mentioned music. But anyway, Musa's the tough girl of the group.

Finally, there was Tecna Zenith, the nerdy princess of Zenith, and fairy of technology. She was a major nerd, geek, you name it. Tecna could care less about having fun. Hell, for her, homework is fun. But she wasn't shy and quiet like Flora kinda was. Tecna was too blunt in a very bitchy sort of way and randomly outspoken about her opinions. She wasn't afraid to tell Alfea's strictest math teacher he couldn't teach. Now, on Tuesday evenings, she was tutoring him. It was a bit scary, to be honest.

I suppose I should shed some light on Stella's character too. Stella Solaria, princess of Solaria, fairy of the sun and moon. Stella Solaria was the definition of rich bitch. Emphasis on rich and bitch. Bloom never thought she would meet someone whose brattiness could definitely compete with-and possibly beat-Mitzi's. But the redhead had to admit, Stella made it work well for her. Her brattiness was coated with a bit of fake sweet and comedy. Anyway, this girl was unbelievably high maintenance, spoiled, and judgemental. How could she have any real friends? She was a pure brat.

Perhaps, their different personalities were the reason that even after a week, none of the girls could consider the other an acquaintance. They hated each other's guts. Even if the hatred wasn't violent or passionate, they still had a hidden disgust for each other. They just couldn't get along.

In fact, on the first day of school, they all went out to get some pizza. But naturally, they ended up secretly pissing each other off like they were professionals. And at the end of day, Bloom ended up getting her ass kicked by some witch bitches called the Trix and the other four had to come save her ass. When they got back to school, Griselda-the nosy and trifling woman that she is-found out who Bloom really was and nearly got her kicked out. Thank God, Headmistress Faragonda saw some potential in Bloom and let her stay.

Bloom stared at her reflection in the mirror. All she had to do was make her hair change color. It was simple. Too simple so it shouldn't be hard for a noob like her, right? She closed her eyes tight, focusing with all her might. After a moment or two, the fairy opened her eyes to see no progress at all. Her hair didn't even move an inch. Bloom sighed, more disappointed in herself than she had ever been in her life.

And that's it. Potential. Bloom didn't see any within herself. She was already failing her classes. As much as Bloom wanted to prevail and be the best fairy that could ever be, how in hell was she going to do that with no magic?

The irony. Five girls who hate each other's souls are sitting at the same table, eating breakfast together. Well, except for-

"Stella," Bloom swallowed a bite of her eggs, "aren't you gonna eat anything?"

Stella stopped writing an equation on her math homework. She looked up, "I'll eat later. I need to finish this or Professor Raptis is going to eat me alive." The blonde resumed doing her work.

Curiousity got to Tecna, causing her to peer over and look at the math worksheet. She tilted her head in surprise, "You're actually doing it right."

"Duh! Math is one of my best subjects."

"Really?" Flora asked.

"Yes!" Stella said, slightly irritated, "I go shopping 24/7. I need to learn how to handle my own money and whatever. It's not a big deal."

The sound of a fork hitting a wine glass rang throughout the room. All the students turned their heads towards the source. The old brunette woman cleared her throat as she set down the cup and fork.

"Quiet down! Headmistress Faragonda has an announcement to make."

Stella rolled her eyes, muttering under her breath, "When will Griselda fix those split ends?"

Bloom put her lips to her mouth, signaling Stella to shush. Griselda glared at the two, sitting back down. Faragonda stood up with a warm smile on her face.

"As you know, Alfea has long tradition of friendship and hospitality. And so, this year we have planned a big welcoming party dedicated to new students. The Alfea School for fairies will have a party with the specialists from Red Fountain! Traditional gifts of welcome will be exchanged," Faragonda announced. "The ceremony will be held in our castle and take place tonight! So go get ready! I expect you to decorate the school with enthusiasm and creativity. Classes, of course, are canceled."

Squeals, claps, and other noises of excitement filled the cafeteria. Students started to get up and get the castle ready. Others stayed to chat with their friends about the event. Stella grinned from ear to ear.

"Yes!" Stella pumped her fist in the air, standing up, "Do you know what this means?"

"You don't have to finish your math?" Flora guessed.

"Yes, and boys!"

Tecna rolled her eyes, "Tch, typical."

"Shut up, Tecna!" Stella snapped, "You might not swing that way, but don't rain on my parade!"

Flora gasped, "Tecna, you're a lesbian?"

Tecna raised an eyebrow, "Huh? Hey, my sexuality's not up for discuss-"

"Awesome, I'm bi!" Flora enthused, "I know a really cool lesbian nightclub. We should go sometime!"

"This reminds me of that one time I found out my last boyfriend was doing 'Gay for Pay'," Musa recollected. "He said it paid really well, but in the end, he got hemorrhoids. Something about too much ass sex."

"Oh no!" Flora asked, "Is that a disease?"

Rubbing her temples, Tecna replied, "No. It's when swollen and inflamed veins in the rectum cause pain and discomfort. The usual causes are pregnancy, obesity, or bowel movement. Though it's not common, anal intercourse can cause hemorrhoids too."

Flora raised an eyebrow at her.

Tecna sighed, "Flora, it's when your ass veins hurt."

"Ooh!"

Bloom dropped her fork on the plate. She shrugged, voice dripping with sarcasm, "Whatever. It's not like I needed my appetite."

"Anyway," said Stella. "Boys. Red Fountain boys. That means fuckbuddy #1, #4, and #8 are coming, and moi needs to be more perfect than usual. If that's even possible, I mean look at how beautiful I-"

"There's a #8?" Musa asked.

Stella smiled, "Yeah, Prince Sky of Eraklyon. He's my favorite by far. He's sexy, rich, and his dick game is bomb."

Bloom's eyes lit up at the mention of his name, "Prince Sky's that brunette specialist, right? How about his blond friend? Is he...taken?"

"Oo, someone's got a crush, huh?" The rich bitch smirked, "No, his squire, Brandon, is not taken."

A wave of relief washed over Bloom as soon as she heard those words. Ever since Bloom saw Brandon, her heart fluttered for the first time in forever. His blond hair flowed in the wind, and his blue eyes were gorgeous. She had to meet him.

Cloud Tower, the school for bitch-ahem, witches. The name has struck fear and terror in many people's hearts. There, students are trained to be the worst they can be. If they're not ruining people's lives, then what are they there for? Where would the conflict that is needed to drive the plot come from?

Anyway, apparently news travels fast because-

"Another back-to-school formal, and another year they 'forgot' to send an invitation! Well, I say screw them, my dear young witches!" Headmistress Griffin announced, "If we can't have fun, nobody can!"

The room roared with cheers and claps of angered witches.

"Whoever comes up with the most evil plan to foil their party and succeeds will win a prize!"

"What's the prize?" A witch called out from the crowd.

"Um, uh, no homework for a week!"

"Lame!" Another student called out.

"Greedy ass kids," Griffin muttered under her breath. She replied, "No homework for two weeks!"

Another random witch yelled, "We don't fucking do our homework!"

"Besides, you're asking us to break into a school to terrorize some little fairies and their stupid white knights."

Griffin groaned, "Fine! Then if you win, you'll pass the semester!"

This time, the room boomed with cheers and claps of happy witches. Meanwhile, a trio of witches were sitting, glancing evilly at each other.

"No, no, no!" Bloom hurriedly took the iron off her dress. Her blue eyes widened at the burnt mark on her bland blue dress, "Why?! Why me?!"

Kiko, disturbed from his rest, lifted an eye open to see what was causing the commotion. Bloom sighed as she defeatedly sat down on her bed. She bit her lip to fight the tears from coming. She said, "Seriously? That was my only party dress. Where am I gonna find another one on such short notice and no money?"

The door opened, and in came a smiling Flora. She was dressed in a cute and spaghetti-strap floral green dress that went to her knees. Bloom envied how pretty she looked in her dress right now.

But quickly enough, Bloom's eyes lit up as she formed an idea. She stood up, "Flora!"

Flora looked at her roommate, eyes widened in slight fear.

"No, no, calm down! I don't wanna hurt you," Bloom said. "I need help. Do you know if we have a costume storeroom?"

"We do! It should be on the school map they gave us a week ago."

Bloom pulled out her drawer and took out the map, "Awesome! Thanks, Flora!"

"You're wel-whoa!" The redhead had already rushed past Flora and through the door. Flora shrugged and looked around. She tapped her finger against her chin, "Now, where did I put my stress reliever?"

Bloom walked through basement corridors. She looked at the map, and then back up. Finally, Bloom spotted the storeroom and went inside. The girl turned her head as she heard voices nearby.

"Yo, are we there yet? It's so heavy!"

"Ron, shut up and stop complaining. It's like carrying a feather, ya wimp."

"Not everyone takes steroids, Jonathan."

Bloom could hear the two set the treasure box down onto the ground. The sound of their footsteps became more and more distant. Bloom let out a breath of relief, "I gotta hurry. The Red Fountain boys are already here."

So Bloom looked around the room and searched. There were dresses older than her great-grandma, and then there were dresses that looked like it got its designer fired. But then of course, Bloom spotted the perfect dress. It was a match made in heaven between her and this attractive piece of fabric. It was a mesh panel dress that went above the knees and was the purest shade of light blue.

"Good! This is good," Bloom happily said. "I got my dress so now I can-"

"Wait, stop, did you hear that?"

That voice was all-too familiar. How could you forget a voice when it belonged to one of the people who beat your ass last week?

"It was nothing, Stormy. Stop being stupid. You're holding us back."

"Darcy's right. We've gotta hurry. I don't wanna be in this sugary shit school any longer."

Bloom rolled her eyes. What were the Trix doing here? Didn't they have anything better to do?

"Maybe the gifts are in this room," suggested Stormy. The knob of the costumes' storeroom turned. With a panicked look on her face, Bloom clutched her dress and looked for a place to hide.

Icy replied, "No, these rooms haven't been used for centuries."

"Hey," Darcy said, "I think I see it down there!"

The sound of their footsteps and chatter soon faded away. Bloom frowned, "Wait a sec, did I hear right? Are they planning to mess with the specialists' gifts? Hmph! Not on my watch!" The determined redhead ran out of the room and after the witches. She yelled, "Hey!"

Icy, Darcy, and Stormy turned to the source of the voice. Icy grinned evilly as she recognized the red orange hair from down the hall. She put her hands on her hips as Bloom finally reached them.

"What do you think you're doing?!" Bloom yelled, "Stop it right now!"

"As if you couldn't be any more louder," groaned Darcy.

"Get out of here while you can, stupid fairy," Stormy threatened.

Bloom glared at them, not moving an inch. She clenched her fists.

"Ha! Are you a fucking masochist?" Icy asked, "Do you want your ass beat again?"

"Just step away from the presents," Bloom calmly ordered.

"It's too late," Stormy smirked. "We've already poisoned your lame gifts. We hope you like measles and bird shit! But hey, at least the party will be entertaining now."

"You've inspired me, Bloom." Icy said, "C'mon, sisters, I think we should have some more fun. Let's get that scepter!"

"No!" Bloom pounced at them, but it was too late. The witches had disappeared, leaving a trail of purple smoke behind. Bloom fell to the ground and then quickly stood up, dusting herself off. She shook the dress to get any remaining dirt off.

"I can't let them get away with this!" And with clenched fists, Bloom ran off, determined to put a halt to the Trix's plans.

"Jeez, why's it so hot in there?" Musa walked outside, fanning herself with her hand. She guessed she was having fun. She danced with one or two boys just for the hell of it. But hearing music was bringing her down, and the place was kind of humid so Musa decided to take a break.

The fairy was dressed in a mandarin-collared chiffon dress that matched her red high tops. She wouldn't dream of wearing heels if she didn't have to. To Musa, walking in heels were like walking on nails: excruciatingly painful.

She was admiring the scenery around her until her eyes caught an unforgettable view. There was a teenage boy standing by himself with his arms crossed like some sort of emo. He was wearing the same dark purple suit with a red bowtie that all the specialists were required to wear. He had short and spiky magenta hair, and his violet eyes looked into the distance as if he held a huge grudge towards life itself.

The fairy bit her lip. A bit of social anxiety filled her up as she thought about going over to the boy. But Musa quickly got herself together. She'd be damned if she got intimidated by some boy. With this newfound courage, Musa walked over to him.

The boy himself turned his head to her as soon as she got close enough. And let me tell you that the look on his face made Musa want to spin around and retreat as fast as she could. But she quickly remember why she was here, and greeted him with confidence.

"Hey!" Musa joked, "The party's in there if you didn't know."

"Why? Did you get lost, fairy?"

Whoa. Okay. Rude. Rude, but not rude enough to crush this fairy's spirit.

She attempted again, "Haha, funny. Just wanted to know what you're doing out here."

"Last time I checked, it wasn't any of your business."

Okay. Rud-er.

"Whatever," Musa mumbled, looking down. "I just thought you were hot or something."

The boy raised an eyebrow at her. The girl widened her eyes as she realized what she just said. She looked up, stuttering, "N-no! I meant hot as in how I'm hot! Wait, no! Well, I am hot, but that's besides the point. I meant hot as in temperature! Temperature, not looks, hehe! Understand?"

"You're weird," the specialist walked back step by step, eyeing her. Slowly, a smirk appeared on his face, "and that's kinda hot." And with that, he left and returned to the party.

Musa smiled, gazing at the spot he was standing at not too long ago.

Another sloppy kiss met her lips as they tightly held onto each other. She moaned as he caressed her left breast. His tongue pressed against her lips, asking for entrance, which she gladly approved. As their tongues danced, her hand slyly slid down his body, looking for a certain something to grip. And she was almost there, she could just feel it. She just had to go down a little-

"Stella!"

Fuck! Fuck! Stella and Sky immediately parted, quickly fixing themselves up to look at least bit presentable. The blonde fairy was wearing a lavender dress made up of a lace top and a two layered skirt. Bloom finally reached to them, breathing a bit heavy.

"Stella, we-"

"What?! What on Magix could you need right now, Bloom?" Stella asked, "Don't you see I'm trying to give Sky here a tour of the school?"

"You mean a tour of your body? I already saw you guys getting frisky under this staircase," Bloom said.

"Get to the point!" Stella snapped.

"Right," Bloom nodded. "Well, um, how do I put this lightly? The Trix are here and casted an evil spell on the gifts. And, um, I may have "inspired" them to steal your scepter."

The fuckbuddies widened their eyes in shock. Stella snapped again, "Excuse me?! What the hell, Bloom?!"

"It was on accident! I was trying to be brave, and then that made Trix want to mess with us more so-"

"Who cares about the backstory right now? We need to save my ring before the witch bitches get to it!"

"And the presents!" Bloom reminded her, "Don't forget the presents."

"If I don't get my ring," Stella warned, "I'll make sure you get a special present of your own."

The redhead flinched, nodding, "Let's get the other girls. Surely they can help."

"No way am I working with those three losers!"

"I know we're all not the biggest fans of each other," Bloom reasoned, "but we gotta work together if we don't want tonight to end in disaster."

"Fine, but you all better keep up!" Stella said. She turned to Sky with a sweet smile, "Sorry for the inconvenience, hun. I'll make it up to you before the end of the night."

"Saving this party's enough for me," replied Sky.

Stella blew him a kiss and winked. Eager to no longer be the third wheel, Bloom waved, "Yeah, well, see ya #8-Sky! See ya, Sky!"

"#8?" Sky looked at Stella, questioningly.

Stella nervously laughed, "Excuse me, I have someone to go kill. Bloom!"

Bloom ran off, shouting for help, as an angry Stella chased after her.

"Oh c'mon, Dimitrios is the greatest genius of all time!" Jenna claimed, "He's the one who figured out that the suns revolve around their respective planets."

"But Elias Boore," Clara argued, "he practically created electricity!"

"So we just all of sudden forgot about E = mc 2, huh?" Lizzy replied, "Dolores Eyeshine is the best hands down."

Tecna closed her eyes with a smile on her face. She smoothed out her blue off shoulder dress. Ah yes, these were her people. This is where she could finally breathe. Tecna honestly didn't know how much longer she put up with those four brats she had to call her roommates.

"Tecna! Tecna, is that you?"

Tecna froze. Was that-

"Hola, hoe!"

Flora. God, why? Out of all people, why Flora? Tecna had just made friends with some girls who had a chance competing with her IQ, and now the dumbest bitch she's ever met had to come and ruin it.

Lizzy asked, glaring at Flora, "Tecna, is that your friend?"

"She looks like a bimbo slut," Jenna commented. The other two laughed with her.

Tecna furrowed her eyebrows at them as she felt something in the pit of her stomach. Was it disgust? Anger? The breakfast burrito that refused to pass earlier this morning? Whatever it was, it was telling Tecna that these girls were probably not all that anyway. Tecna wasn't sexually active at all, but she didn't believe others should be shamed for being so. And it didn't even matter if Flora was really a "slut" or not.

Shoving through little cliques, Flora finally reached Tecna. Flora immediately hugged her, almost losing her balance, "Tec! I'm so glad I found you. It's so scary here!"

Tecna sniffed the air. She pinched her nose, and recoiled in disgust, "Ugh, Flora, how high are you?"

"Yes."

"Christ," the pink-haired girl rolled her eyes. "C'mon, let's get you to bed."

"So this is your friend," scoffed Lizzy. "I would've never guessed that you hang out with those types of girls."

"Oh get over yourself," Tecna snapped. "You're not above anyone for being a so-called "misunderstood" smartass, Lizzy. In this patriarchal society, us girls gotta stick together. So fuck off."

Lizzy gasped and ran off crying, with her clique behind her comforting her. Flora gaped and parted from Tecna.

"Wait, there's people here?" Flora asked.

Tecna did a facepalm. She sighed, "Okay, bed. Now-OW!"

Now ladies and gentleman, this is the moment where a certain bespectacled idiot knew he fucked up. This idiot's a specialist named Timmy. Timmy was just another fellow searching for some batteries that he, for some stupid ass reason, brought to this crowded party. And in this search, he happened to accidently crash his face into Tecna's ass.

Infuriated, Tecna spun around, yelling, "How dare you, pervert?!"

"Sor-Sorry! I didn't do it on purpose! I didn't see you," Timmy nervously pushed his glasses back up. "Uhm, I lost the batteries to the video transmitter and I was looking for them-"

"That's the worst pick-up line I've ever heard!"

"But-but-it's not an excuse!" Timmy showed her a small glowing battery in his hand.

Flora peered over Tecna's shoulder, "Are those the really expensive metal-hydric kind from Ebay?"

"Flora, how'd you know that?" Tecna asked out of surprise and fear.

"Who's Flora?"

"Never mind."

"I can't afford to lose them," Timmy said. "In fact, since there's two of them, you girls could help me look for the other one? The two of you would be doing me a huge-"

Before Tecna could yell at him any further, a voice called out that saved Timmy's ass and furthered the plot, "Tecna! Flora!"

The two girls turned to see Bloom and Musa running towards them. Tecna groaned, already exhausted. Too much was happening all at once. The girl just came out to have a good time, and she was feeling attacked.

"What is it now?"

Bloom quickly explained, "The Trix. The gifts. The scepter."

"Got it," Tecna nodded.

Flora raised an eyebrow, "I don't understand?"

"That's normal for you," Musa said. "Now c'mon, let's go."

Tecna tried to explain, "No, this time Flora's-"

"Oh! Bloom, did you ever find a dress?"

Bloom raised an eyebrow at Flora, "I'm wearing it right now."

Flora squinted at Bloom. Then suddenly she widened her eyes and gasped, "Shit, when did that get there?!"

"Um, why do I smell weed?" Musa asked, fanning her nose.

"Really, Flora?" Bloom deadpanned, crossing her arms.

"Can't believe I'm asking this," Tecna asked, "but where's Stella?"

"That's the thing! I don't know!" Bloom replied, "I found her, and then I lost her after she tried to kick my ass after-that's not important. The point is I lost her and I don't know where she could-oh."

"What?" Musa asked.

"I know where she is," Bloom said. "You three fix the presents." The fairy then ran off without hesitation.

The doors slammed wide open, revealing a serious and determined Bloom in the doorway. The dorm had been tampered with. It was complete mess, things broken and belongings thrown all over the place. Bloom turned her head as she suddenly heard a scream. She ran to Stella's, where the door was wide open.

Everyone turned their heads towards Bloom. Stella was floating in the air in her fairy form, bound by the evil glowing rings made by Darcy. The blonde struggled to break free, but it was no use.

"Bloom!" Stella asked, "What in the hell are you doing here?"

"You shouldn't have went without me." Bloom angrily said, "We were supposed to be a team this time!"

"Bloom," Icy said. "I'm glad you could make it. Join us please."

Darcy casted a spell on Bloom before the redhead could blink. Bloom was now floating in the air, bound by the rings, and was placed next to Stella.

"Tell us where the scepter is!" Stormy ordered.

"In your dreams!" Stella yelled.

"Tell us!" Icy boomed, "It sickens me to know that a power as great as the Dragon Fire has been entrusted to a weak little dumbass like you."

"What the fuck are you talking about?"

Stormy snapped, "Don't play dumb with us, bitch! We know your precious little ring contains the Dragon Fire!"

"Okay, no, seriously, I'm losing you," Stella said. "What are you talking about? The ring doesn't have the Dragon Fire. Nothing and no one holds the Dragon Fire because nothing and no one can."

"Sisters," Darcy said, "I think she's serious."

"Of course I'm fucking serious, dimwits!" Stella snapped, "That is the ring of So-lari-a. We do sunshine, not fire. All that ring contains is sun, moon, and star magic. It's only mega valuable because it's a royal family heirloom."

Icy growled, clenching her fists, "So I've been wasting my time for some stupid sun magic?! Urrrggg-"

"And moon and star magic."

"But that's impossible!" Stormy said, "We know what we saw. Something, or someone, has the Dragon Fire."

"Ugh, whatever. I'm tired of this," Darcy yawned, "and I'm tired of her."

Icy said, "You're right. It's time we put an end to her."

"Don't touch-" The rings around Stella dissolved, but she was still held up in the air by a glowing purple force. Icy then blew ice towards in her direction, instantly freezing her up into an ice statue.

"Stella!" Bloom exclaimed, on the verge of tears.

Icy flicked her finger. The glass shattered as Stella was flinged out the window, and Bloom screamed. Icy smirked "Oops."

There was a great fire in Bloom's eyes now. An orange glow overpowered the spell cast upon her, shattering the rings. She immediately jumped out the window, reaching out her arms, "STELLA!"

Then Bloom felt a great magical force spark within her. In a matter of seconds, Bloom looked at herself to see herself transformed into her Winx. She instantly and quickly flew down to catch the statue.

As soon as she got close enough to the iced girl, Bloom hugged her tightly as if that alone would make them safe. But somehow, that was true. For the ice soon melted off, and Stella was once again breathing and alive. The blonde looked down to see Bloom hugging her. While it was sweet and all, they were still currently falling to their doom.

"Bloom, fly!" Stella ordered.

"Stella? Stella!" Bloom happily exclaimed. She then looked down to see that they were almost to the ground. She widened her eyes, parted from Stella, and began to stay afloat on her own.

Stella began to float also. She widened her eyes at the redhead, "Bloom? Whoa, girl, when'd you get your Winx?"

"Uh, I guess right around the point I jumped out the window to save your life," shrugged Bloom. The two then safely landed on the ground.

The Trix flew down from the window above, expecting to see two gruesome deaths splayed out on the grounds of Alfea. They widened their eyes in shock at the sight of two perfectly alive fairies. Bloom and Stella turned around to face the witches.

"How is this possible?!" Icy asked, fists clenched, "You both should be dead!"

"It's called being a bad bitch, Icy," Stella replied, flipping one of her pigtails back with pride.

"Yeah, and I suggest you three leave. Now!" Bloom blasted an attack at the witches. They screamed as they flew back and hit the ground.

"Hey, what's going on out there?!" A voice yelled from afar. It sounded like Griselda.

Icy growled, enraged, "C'mon, sisters, let's leave! We can't afford to get caught." And with that, the witches vanished.

The two fairies transformed back into their party dresses. Stella smiled, "Bloom, thanks for saving my life."

"Oh it's no biggie," Bloom responded.

Stella replied, "Right. But I'm so not looking forward to hearing another lecture from Griselda on noise and self-control."

"Luckily, you won't have to," Tecna said, stepping out with Musa and Flora.

Bloom asked, "Huh? But then, who-"

"Technology," Tecna waved a small device in her hand, "is a gift."

It was time to have some good ol' fun. The five girls had returned to the party, just in time to see the specialists give the fairies their gifts. Each fairy was handed a golden egg from the treasure chest. When broken, dozens and dozens of rainbow-colored butterflies flew out, sparkling and glittery. The fairies reacted with pure joy, and the specialists were pleased at the girls' happiness. Our five heroines looked to each other proudly with knowing looks and went their own ways after the excitement died down.

Musa had found the mysterious boy from before again, and they were getting along quite well. Meanwhile, Tecna and Flora successfully helped Timmy find his other battery from Ebay. And as for Stella...

"Nah, it's alright." Sky scratched the back of his neck, "I may have known beforehand anyway so…"

"How?" Stella asked, surprised.

"You've seriously gotta keep your voice down sometimes, ya know that, right?" He said, "My #6 overheard you talking about me this morning."

"Oopsie, hehe," Stella played with her fingers nervously. "Sorry about that, Sky."

"It's whatever. She wasn't great," The brunette shrugged. "I just wanna know how I'm #8? C'mon, I've got a pretty great stroke going on down there."

"You aren't lying," She chuckled, reminiscing back on those nights. "But you're #8 because you're currently my eighth boy toy. Ironically, you're #1 in terms of best sex partner though. You happy now?"

"Ecstatic," Sky chuckled also. "You're a cool girl, Stell. I'm glad you don't mind I've got some chicks on the side."

"Of course, we're not a couple or anything," Stella said. "Besides, we're all trying to get some. That reminds me, you know your blonde friend? With the blue eyes?"

"Sky's a little more traditional, Stell. He won't-"

"No, I'm not interested in him!" Stella said. She smirked, "I just wanna know, what does he think of gingers?"

There he was. Her knight in shining armor, standing alone on the balcony. His blond hair flowing in the wind. His blue eyes staring into the distance.

"Hi," Bloom greeted, "do you remember me?"

The boy turned around. He widened his eyes in surprise, "Whoa!"

Bloom approached him with caution, "Sorry, did I scare you?"

"No, it's just that….you're the most beautiful girl here."

"You're too nice!"

"You're that Earth girl we saved, right?" Brandon asked. He seemed a bit nervous, "H-how are you here?"

"My name is Bloom, and yes." She explained, "Turns out I'm a fairy with 'lots of potential' so here I am. I'm really glad you're-"

"Ah, yes, you have lots of potential! I agree!" Brandon shook her hand so quick and rough that Bloom bounced a little. "That's why I think you'll do very well. Goodbye, Bloom!"

"Wh-" Bloom tried to speak, but Brandon hurried out of the balcony before she could say anything else. She sighed and looked down. There was a look of hurt in her blue eyes.

All of a sudden, she began to notice the change of speed in the music. It was a slow song. And a really romantic slow song at that. Bloom looked up to see couples already dancing, engulfed in each other's arms and in their own world.

Bloom crossed her arms and leaned against a column. She sighed again. Romance wasn't in her favor tonight.