After losing her family, [Name] is taken in by Stella's parents. At Alfea, the school for fairies, she begins to heal and finds new friends. Follow her on her journey as she uncovers secrets about her origin that she never knew.
Season 1 is fully ed...
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"Uhm, Griselda?" Flora hesitantly spoke up as we were all gathered in Miss Griselda's office. Her voice was soft, but there was a hint of uncertainty in it. "We were just wondering when we might get our powers back."
Miss Griselda fixed us with a sharp glare, her eyes burning with irritation. "Your little field trip to Cloud Tower was unacceptable, not to mention dangerous!" she scolded, her tone scathing. "You were lucky you weren't turned into something worse and sold to the circus. You won't be getting your powers back anytime soon, but that's only the beginning of your punishment."
Flora blinked in surprise, clearly taken aback. "What's the rest of it?" she asked, her voice laced with curiosity. I mirrored her expression, just as eager to know what else Griselda had planned for us.
"You will not leave campus for the next two days." Miss Griselda's words hung heavy in the air. I let out a quiet sigh of relief—at least I wouldn't be running around doing anything too exhausting.
"We get to veg out all weekend?" Stella grinned, nudging me with her elbow in excitement. "Not exactly a punishment, Miss G."
We all chuckled at her comment, but the sound was cut off as Miss Griselda clapped her hands. A purple light glowed from her fingertips, summoning a variety of cleaning supplies that appeared out of nowhere.
"There will be no 'vegging' out," she said with a sudden smirk, her voice dripping with something sinister. "Here you go, Miss Stella, your new best friend."
Stella blinked, staring at the broom and dustpan in front of her. "What a curious-looking remnant of primitive technology," Tecna commented, typing away on her computer, her brow furrowed in concentration. "Perhaps there's a manual in my—" But she was abruptly cut off when Miss Griselda snapped the computer shut with a decisive thud.
I couldn't help but wonder—was Griselda's behavior a little erratic today? One moment, she was smirking; the next, her glare was back, colder than ever. "You won't be needing a manual, Miss Tecna," she said, her voice laced with a warning.
Tecna's eyes widened, clearly horrified. "No... no manual?!"
I shot Tecna a reassuring look, trying to lighten the mood. "Don't worry, Tecna, it's not that complicated," I teased, offering her a mock pitying glance. My friends snickered behind me, trying to hold back their laughs.
"The only manual we'll be using is manual labor," Flora chimed in with a grin, joining in on the fun and poking fun at Tecna.
"Exactly!" I added, rolling my eyes playfully. "If we had a manual for cleaning, we'd be way more efficient, right?" But before I could finish, we all burst into laughter, with Tecna looking utterly perplexed.
