Grounded

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Korra watched as everyone left from freshman to senior field trip. She continued to write a Haiku, or she finished it. She shut her notebook, and they had work to do. Cleaning up the entire school was not going to be easy. Everyone had a pair of sweats and a white tee shirt with some shoes. Stella, of course, came with the most stylish option, with a purple head wrap on top of her head with her hair pulled back.

Everyone grabbed a bucket next to the door, courtesy of Griselda. 

Korra and Wan worked in the cafeteria, sweeping and mopping. "So, how are you holding up?" 

"Is that even a question?" Korra sweeps the dirt into a pile, "No magic, no bending, notta. And we have to clean the entire school." 

"At least it's not Amon, and it's Faragonda." Wan swept his side of the table. "Yeah, I know," Korra leaned on her broom. "Just her taking our bending poked a spot, you know." 

"Hey, at least Amon and Tarrlok are dead, and we can move on," Wan said before pausing. The Avatar thought about another person they faced. Korra knew that sad look all too well. "Wan, he's in prison, and we got out in time, so we weren't hurt."

Wan hummed, "Yes, but sometimes I wonder what would've happened if he did succeed?"

"I'm just glad all his friends are locked up in Omega. They'll never get out." Korra hugged Wan tight. Wan hummed, "I guess we're both a bit messed up."

Korra chuckled, with a playful hug with Wan being lifted, "Yeah, I guess so." The Dual Avatars finished the dining room and went to the lecture hall to help. But saw Stella, Bloom, and Musa playing with the water. Kaiyo, Tecna, and Flora also peaked through the door.

"We still have to work, guys!" Kaiyo yelled, grabbing the other Trio's attention. Wan and Korra snickered. Stella gasped, standing up. "I know a good way of cleaning faster. Let's ask the boys!"

"Them? Why don't we just?" Before Wan could utter another word, Stella was already on the phone. "Never mind." Sighed heavily. 

Later on, the Winx waited for the specialist on their hoverbikes. Wan not another word through the brooms and buckets at the specialists. Wan smirked, "Let's get to work." 

"Your kidding?" Riven said, blinking at the broom. "Nope!" Wan said, too cheery.

Finally, after hours of cleaning, except riven, who stood on the side m the Winx and the specialists finally relaxed. Musa let up some music, now out of their sweats and T-shirt into their dance attire. Korra settled on the couch with a drink in hand. A blue crop top with bell jeans. Wan, meanwhile, had a white open button shirt with black jeans on. Kaiyo wore a pink shirt with a blue pleated skirt. Wan was next to Korra when he saw the Winx dance with their respective partner. The single girls danced with each other.

"I am beat." Wan leaned his head back. Wan heard Riven say, "Timmy,  keep failing like that, and we'll call you tember."

Korra was about to make a sly remark but was stopped when Musa danced toward him. Korra yarned before hearing a thump. "What was that?" She stood up. "Did you hear that?"

Kaiyo's face turned pale, "If something is here, then we don't have our powers. Wan and Korra don't have anything either." 

"Thanks for the reminder." Wan's eyes narrowed at his sister, who scoffed, "I'm telling the truth."

"Well, none of us have magic," Musa said.

Everyone ran to the balcony. They saw a huge beast roaring, horned, furry, and dangerous.

"Great! Perfect damn timing!" Korra's voice trimmed. The specialists pulled out their weapons as the beast roared. "Stay where you are, little fairies. This isn't a job for you." Riven said. They all moved to get their hover bikes to start fighting the creature.

"We may not have magic nor bending, but we have our wits!" Wan said, slamming his fist into his palm. "You're right! We have to use whatever skills we have." Korra stepped up as she turned to the group. “Who knows how to make potions the best? I know Flora and Wan are passing Professor Palladium’s course with straight A’s.”

"We can also use our cleaning tools," Bloom shouted before the monster roared once more. "Everyone move!" Musa yelled. 

Flora and Wan ran to professor Palladium’s laboratory, hearing the commotion from outside. "I have an idea, Wan!" Flora said.

"Spill!" Wan looked for any potions that could aid.

"A shrinking potion that works for a whole day." Flora grabbed the ingredients for the spell and dumped them into a glass vase. 

Korra, meanwhile, ran across the school. She snatched the hall curtains. She barged through the doors to see the beast overwhelming the specialists. A bucket and a pink heel landed on the bull beast's head. It turned to see Kaiyo, along with the rest of the Winx, with their makeshift weapons. The Minotaur chased after the fairies, but Korra ran with the curtains in hand, using nothing but her stamina and hope to cover the beats. Before another step was taken, Flora and Wan ran out with a yellow potion in a sphere bottle.

"Throw it now!" Tecna screamed.

Wan threw and with a more of them a good enough aim, the potion exploded  into yellow foam. Korra stepped back, helping Sky up. Kaiyo picked up a tiny Minotaur monster in her hands. "Awh, it's kinda cute!" 

The Winx cheered when Wan placed the beast into a small bottle. "Someone, hold this for safe keeping." Wan then high-fived Flora.

"Wait, who was here? No way that Minotaur came from nowhere." Bloom stepped up.

Before they knew it, they saw a purple duck screaming Mama. "The Trix." The Winx said in unison. 

"That must mean that the senior witches are here." Tecna assumed. "So they are here for revenge or something else." 

"Let's trap their asses." Korra clenched her fist with a smile.

Meanwhile, the Trix entered Faragonda's office. The Winx and the specialist were all hidden in a few spots. "Interesting. The Vacuum crystals are responding wildly." Icy commented, "That means the Dragon Fire Keeper is in this room. But, I don't see a thing."

Wan's mouth widened. That was only a myth? The Dragon Firekeeper is one of the most powerful artifacts for fairy or anyone. So Kaiyo had a spot on observation.

" Guess we'll just have to thrash the place and do a thorough search cause I'm not-" The Lights turned on, with Wan walking in front of the desk. "Going anywhere, witches?" Revealing everyone in the room. 

"Looks like you're busted," Stella remarked while looking at her nails.

"What are you doing here!" Icy scowled.

"No, what are you doing here!" Bloom stepped up.

"What are you all doing here?" The voice took everyone off guard. They turned to see Ms. Faragonda, "If I'd known any better."

"We can explain!" Korra and Wan said in protest. Faragonda raised her hand, "I know."

Later, in the courtyard,  Kaiyo gave the bottle with the small Minotaur to the specialists. And the Winx waved goodbye as they left the school and headed back to Red Fountain. Faragonda turned to Griselda.

"We must remember to send Director Saladin a Glowing Letter of Gratitude for the help his students gave." Faragonda's gaze turned to the Trix, "As for you three, I don't know what's going between you and my fairies, but it ends tonight. I will be reporting this to Griffin. Do you hear me?"

"Yes, ma'am." The Trix said, clenching their jaws. Faragonda clapped her hands, and they were teleported out of the school. Griselda's gaze turned to the fairies, "Tomorrow morning."

In the morning, all eight were in the room awaiting their fates. Faragonda hummed, "I decided not to reprimand you all. You eight have responded resourcefully and quickly without magic and bending." Faragonda smiled at Wan and Korra at the last word. "And with that, your punishment has been long enough." Faragonda snapped her finger, and the eight glowed their respective magic colors in a soft aura. Korra and Wan, without a second notice, firebend a small flame in their hands. Korra doing one more test of air, turns a small gust of wind. The Duo and Kaiyo did a small Gong Shu, and Faragonda nodded. The Winx left the room happy about their powers being returned. 

Faragoda smiled, "That group of fairies is going to go a long way."

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