"Knut!" Darcy shouted angrily, brown hair swaying down her back. The room she shared with her two sisters, Icy and Stormy, was a mess, books and bedsheets and clothes everywhere. It could have been a nice room, despite the dark colored palette, but the witches at Cloud Tower preferred to just toss things about, instead of being organized.
"Stop yelling!" Icy yelled as she tied her white hair up in a high ponytail, the tube she used the same color as her outfit- a dark navy blue with pale blue accents. Pouting, she crossed her arms, "Knut is always late anyway. There's no use yelling for him."
"Then why do we bother keeping him around?" Darcy snarled, sign to yell for the ogre a second time.
"Because he's actually dumb enough to do our bidding?" suggested Stormy. She was sitting at the vanity, fluffing up her curly lavender hair. The witches chuckled. Knut was the only creature dumb enough to do their work for them, it was true. Multiple times he had sustained injuries trying to capture Stella's magic ring for them, and multiple times he had failed. Why he was kept around Darcy wasn't sure anymore, but it was definitely fun to cause him pain. Darcy scoffed, flicking her hair over her shoulder.
"It still isn't any reason to be late," she said, going to sit down on the oriental rug that rested in the center of the room. Crossing erg legs, she closed her eyes, humming to herself. Icy joined her, following suit.
"Are you guys really meditating over this?" Stormy asked incredulously, "like, come on-"
"If we do this, the crystal ball may show us where that fairy brat hid the ring," Icy snapped, "so shut up and sit down." Stormy reluctantly obeyed, and the crystal ball that sat in the center of the rug began to glow a bright purple, the surface rippling like water until it showed a forest landscape, exotic birds flying through large oak trees and sandy beaches. The witches peered at the image suspiciously as the ball flashed to an image of a lagoon, filled with beautiful mermaids.
"What the heck?" Darcy asked, curling her fingers into fists. Her nails dug into her palms, shaking violently. The ball went on to show them a young boy with red hair, flying around with a small fairy. Icy glared at the boy's image. He had bright blue eyes and a mop of red hair underneath a green cap. A childish grin was plastered on his face as he soared above the lagoon, dropping gifts to the mermaids below.
"How is that even possible?!" she marveled, "only fairies fly and there are no boy fairies that we know of!" Stormy pointed as the image slid to focus on the ball of dust that whizzed around next to him- up close it was a fairy, with wings and a green dress and blond hair tied in a bun. Following it, there was an image of a large tree, a plethora of fairies just like that one swarming it, depicting what looked to be the queen. The one had a small tiara, her drew and wings made of yellow sparkly dust.
"These are fairies, but they look too small!" she whined, watching as the ball showed images of the pixies making plants and sharing dust. As they watched, they noticed one fairy in all the images. There was a pixie with black his run a ponytail, wearing a dark purple outfit. Instead of doing anything useful it looked like she was trying to stir up trouble, creating storms and winds similar to Stormy's magic. Icy tapped the crystal ball, the glass clinking against her long nail.
"Maybe this wasn't bad after all," she grinned maliciously, "this one shows promise."
The Trix were now fixated on the one fairy, as she zoomed and sped around the island, gasping as they watched her fly off to what looked like a mainland of some sort, blowing winds violently in every direction while the others tended to gardens and ponds. The crystal ball then forwarded to an image of the same fairy being chased by a hawk. The witches grinned.
The fairy was headed for the realm of Magix, unbeknownst to her. Flicking her wrist, a ball of blue and white sparkles hovered over Icy's palm.
"She looks frail, don't you think girls?" she asked, watching as the fairy was heading for the window of the Alfea College for Fairies, the hawk in tired pursuit.
"How's about we give her a little back up?" Darcy hinted. Stormy rubbed her hands together, watching as Darcy chanted a spell, Icy pointing the magic ball towards the image of the fairy.
"That should do it," Icy said, laughing as they watched a look of panic cross the pixie's face as she banged against the window, her form growing larger and larger as she hen flew around the classroom.
The ball faded just as they noticed the yellow glow of fairy dust surrounding the pixie, fading one she had reached the average height of an Alfea student. The stared at the foggy glass in silence, smitten with the sight.
If that pixie they just cursed had fairy dust, then that meant she was able to use Enchantix. As far as the witches knew, it was the most powerful transformation a fairy could obtain. And if the pixie was able to use Enchantix, then she most definitely would come in handy next time the Trix tried to steal Stella's magic ring.