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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"Flora, why don't you take your hippy-dippy research and go save a different planet?" Stella screamed at the top of her lungs, her voice sharp and filled with frustration.
"That's not nice!" Flora retorted, her arms crossed tightly in front of her.
"So loud..." I mumbled under my breath, not at all happy that they were being so noisy so early in the morning. "And stop fighting."
"Her flower power has gone too far," Stella continued, her eyes narrowing as they flicked over to me, silently hoping I'd back her up.
"I'm close to finishing my new potion," Flora tried to explain, her voice calm despite the tension. "It will protect us from the witches."
"Like homeopathy can work against dark magic," Stella scoffed, her tone dripping with sarcasm. "It'd be like 'don't you dare mess with us, or we'll hit you with a daisy and go all herbal on you.'"
"Hey! It could work," I defended Flora, stepping in before things escalated. "It can be an alternative."
"Huh, it's out of control," Stella complained, rolling her eyes. "It wasn't enough to turn your room into a stinky twenty-four-hour potion lab, she had to invade my room with her veggies."
"It's my room too, you know," I huffed, crossing my arms. "And do you hear me complaining?"
"And now she crossed the line with those bratty little fashion-victim plants," Stella went on, disregarding my protest. "They're shrinking my clothes, using my makeup, and they're self-absorbed mirror addicts."
"They're adapting to their environment," Flora defended, but Stella didn't listen.
"That's my Goblin Galvana! That's my favorite dress!" Stella shrieked when we spotted a plant trying on one of her dresses. I couldn't help but snicker, even though I felt for her. "You see what's happening in our room?" Stella turned to me with a dramatic sob. "Oh, my poor poor clothes."
I raised an eyebrow at her. "And now it's my room?"
"They're just clothes, Stella," Bloom sighed, clearly having been woken up by the noise. Her voice was tinged with annoyance, but she still seemed concerned for the situation.
"No, they're couture," Stella corrected matter-of-factly, her voice firm with conviction. "You know what that means? They are one of a kind." She sulked dramatically. "The shrinking is bad enough, but they're also mixing stripes with florals. It's like a horror show."
I glanced back at the plants now experimenting with Stella's clothes, trying to keep my composure. Bloom and I exchanged a quick glance before bursting into quiet laughter.
"Maybe I can fix this," Flora said, always the peacemaker. "Tecna might know a counter spell." And with that, we followed her to Musa and Tecna's room.
"Musa, have you seen Tecna?" Flora asked, clearly already feeling the pressure of the situation.
