After losing your family, you are taken in by Stella's parents. At Alfea, the school for fairies, you begin to heal and form new friendships. Follow your journey as you uncover secrets about your origin that you never knew.
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"I can't believe we're back at Alfea." Bloom smiled, her voice light, like it hadn't been years since we first set foot here.
"And now we're teaching here!" I couldn't help the grin tugging at my lips, a sense of disbelief running through me. Teaching? It sounded almost too unreal.
Layla wrapped an arm around my shoulders, pulling me in for a quick side hug. We exchanged a smile, a silent bond of shared excitement. "Professor Layla and [Name] here!" she declared with mock pomp, as if she were announcing something grand.
"Technically, we're teaching assistants, Layla," Tecna corrected, her voice steady, always the voice of reason. "But yes, it's still pretty fantastic."
"Yeah, I guess," I muttered, still letting the novelty of it sink in. "But we're not the ones who have to grade everything." Stella's voice cut through the moment, a playful whine in her tone.
"And I'll be the one assigning quizzes and tests," she continued, dramatically flinging her arms out. "Wait, who's grading all this stuff?"
"It was only three years ago that we were the freshmen," Musa chimed in, her eyes gleaming with nostalgia, but she was interrupted.
"The Winx!" a group of students cheered as they rushed toward us, cameras in hand, eager for pictures.
"Superstars," Stella finished with a smirk, almost as if it were second nature now.
"No, Musa," she added when Musa rolled her eyes, her sarcasm barely veiled. "I was going to say we're all grown up... maybe not all of us." Her voice was barely audible, but I caught it.
One of the students turned to me, eyes wide with excitement. "Can we have your autograph?"
"Let's take pictures!" another suggested, the cameras already aimed at us.
"That song you sang during sophomore year? Amazing!" someone else shouted, and I felt my cheeks warm, unsure how to respond.
"Can you show us your Dragon?" someone asked, an almost childlike excitement in their voice.
Before I could answer, Bloom laughed, dragging me away. "We're going to be late!"
"I know, I know," I sighed, relieved to escape the throng of eager fans. I quickened my pace, grateful for the distraction.
"Hurry up, Stella, we're late!" Musa called out, and we all walked towards the school entrance. Griselda was already waiting for us at the stairs.
"Hello, ladies, it's a pleasure to see you again. Welcome back," she greeted with her usual stern smile.
