Chapter 1

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It was almost bedtime for the 26-year old and it had been a while since Michelle had gotten a response from her niece. Too long if you asked her. Michelle was getting more worried by the minute. It wasn't like Bloom to keep her on read like that. She decided to text her one more time to see if this would get a response:

"You okay, B? You know you can talk to me if you aren't. Just let me know xx" 

Far from California -literally in a different world- Bloom was staring at the text she received from her favorite aunt. Although, she wasn't her real aunt Bloom learned. This whole changeling-stuff was really getting to her and she could really use a hug from her aunt/not-aunt. It was decided, Bloom would ask headmistress Dowling again if she could tell her aunt, because she couldn't do this by herself anymore. 

Knocking on headmistress Dowling's door, the nerves were really getting to Bloom. "Come in" she heard. While wiping her sweaty palms on her jeans, Bloom entered the office of the woman that is teaching her to control her magic. "I know you said I couldn't tell her, but I could really use a friendly face right now." Bloom said, before ms. Dowling could even ask what was wrong. "I know these past days have been hard on you. Can your aunt keep a secret?" Bloom couldn't believe her ears, was ms. Dowling really allowing her to tell her aunt? "Are you serious? Of course! Aunt Michelle wouldn't tell a soul." "Alright then, you can invite your aunt to stay at Alfea for the week so you can tell her everything and to calm your nerves a little. Hopefully this will also be good for your training." "Thank you so much ms. Dowling! You won't regret it." "Go on, back to your suite. I will ask professor Harvey to go with you to pick up your aunt first thing tomorrow." "Thank you ms. Dowling. It really means a lot." With that Bloom left ms. Dowling's office and went back to her suite while texting her aunt:

"A lot has happened, but I'm alright now. Will tell you everything tomorrow xx"

"Finally!", Michelle thought, "A sign of life." Deciding Bloom probably wanted to FaceTime tomorrow, Michelle shot a quick text back and went to sleep.

"Okay sweetheart. I'll talk to you tomorrow then. What time do you want to call?"

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