[Reboot!Winx & Trix are in Wizgiz’s class, some of them listening to his Metamorphosymbiosis explanations while the others have their heads in the clouds. It is 8:05 a.m. It’s only been five minutes since class started.]
Icy: grabs an ice blue sheet of paper & her best navy blue pen.
Icy: scribbles six words in her sharpest, neatest and prettiest penmanship to date.
Icy: folds the paper into a firefly and blows on it to make it fly off towards Bloom.
[The firefly lands on Bloom’s desk.]
Bloom: turns around to glance at Icy.
Icy: tilts her head with a shrug and a smirk.
Bloom, blushing slightly at the gesture: gulps and opens unfolds the firefly. A snort escapes her as she reads the message.
~Get out of my school, loser~
Bloom: turns to Icy after making sure Wizgiz isn’t looking at either of them.
Icy: raises an eyebrow.
Bloom, in an amused whisper: you know that Alfea is technically a school for fairies, right? So, if anything, you get out of my school.
Icy, narrowing her eyes: you think you’re oh so clever, don’t you?
Bloom, with a sunny smile: just pointing out the obvious in case you forgot.
Icy:
Bloom:
Icy, in a glower: you. Me. The corridor. After this bore of a class is over.
Icy: scoffs and turns to her sisters, who are playing Hangman on the margin of Darcy’s notebook.
Bloom, her little strand of hair at the top of her head swaying like a will-o-wisp and curling into a heart: I- uh- yippee- I mean- I’ll be there- of course I’ll be there, duh, what I mean is-
Wizgiz: Miss Bloom! Be a dear and remind me of what I just said about transforming into animals during the full moons?
Bloom, jumping in her seat: oh- um- well- that one should... not... do it?
Wizgiz: good try, my dear fairy, but no. Next time, try to pay more attention to what I say, hmm?
Bloom: of course, professor. Sorry, professor.
[But Bloom cannot bring herself to pay attention to Wizgiz’s class. Not after hearing Icy laugh at her slip-up, the sound soft yet cutting like fresh ice on a window during winter. Especially not when her eyes keep drifting over to the clock to count the minutes till the class finally comes to an end, her heart beating up a storm in her chest.]
What Icy was planning on doing:
What Bloom thought was gonna happen:
[Credits to @coksi-likes-shrimps for the image, the wonderful and hilarious comics she makes, and everything she brings to the Blicy fandom.]
