ᵉⁿᵍˡⁱˢʰ avada kedavra [Riven | Fate - The Winx Saga]

10

History. But what was it for? What was the point of dealing with something that was no longer current and could not be further away? What had happened had happened. There was nothing more to change there and nevertheless, it was so important, as if it were a current topic.

To make it better. To learn from it and not to repeat the mistakes of the past. That was the answer. At least, that's what you would think. And instead of setting this example for the students, many things were rather silenced, in the truest sense of the word.

The history lessons this year were about Alfea, its kingdoms and thus, about the emergence, the construction over the centuries. It was an open secret that there had been an attack by a burned one, but it was not officially confirmed so far, by any teacher.

It might not be a big deal in general, but the story about the Burned Ones was kept quite small and was briskly processed only the most necessary things were told to them, that is, all the things that could not be left out to understand the story. It is quite possible that Stella and Sierra, this downplaying of the subject, was particularly noticeable because they both knew more than they should have.

The past could not be changed, therefore it had to be accepted, but the teachers probably did not do that. And that was called setting an example.

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Lunch then didn't get any better, which was because Stella's superficiality came out again when Kat told that former graduate Mario, was filling in for Silva at first, and who was absolutely hot, according to the light fairy.

"What a bitch," suddenly escaped Stella, which could not be more sudden and further from previous topic, "First be miffed that he does not get the desired attention he would like and now, grab any of the first semester. You're going to the party Sie, right?"

"Um, are you talking to me?" with a tense look, Sierra looked at Stella, who had tilted her head in offense because the lighter blonde, didn't need to play extra dumb, "I don't even know, because until now, you always called me Nightingale."

"Nox then, although you could also be called Erebos or Nyx," Stella returned sweetly and began to wipe the display of her phone with her thumb, "Can you do me a favor? One, teeny tiny one. Be as pretty as this tonight and hollow me out."

"A star. From a nightingale to a starling. You do realize that the nightingale doesn't really have much to do with night, darkness, or eclipse?" yet Sierra took the phone from the blonde's hand and looked through the bird's pictures, "Your associations aren't exactly among the best. Why didn't you go with the crow or the raven then? It's the most obvious."

Too depressing. Far too negative in Stella's eyes, who pressed down the phone with one of her manicured fingernails and tapped on a particular image. This, and no other, at least, was what the Light Fairy hoped Sierra looked like tonight.

Black as the night. What a miracle. Apparent. At first glance, that's exactly what you'd think, but if you took a closer look, or as the light fell, the bird's feathers defiantly ranked between a shimmering turquoise and purple.

The additional remark of the light fairy, that Sierra should not find this too difficult or that she would not like the color, was really superfluous and she knew that only too well. This small side blow had to be finally still.