STORMY WEATHER | Winx Club

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The next day, Xerthea sits next to Musa with her notebook in front of her as Professor Wizguise speaks. ''It's the first class of the year, a year full of great potential and limitless possibilities and that is what metamorphosis is all about. Metamorphosis is the art of changing how you appear and once you master it you can turn into anything from a rock to a star. Let me give you a little preview. Look at me now, an average elf. Look...'' He transforms into the Head of discipline. ''...at me now!''

The students murmur in amazement. Xerthea boredly twirls a pencil with her cheek resting on her open palm. ''The beauty of magic is that you can always go back to being you,'' The professor reverts to his normal self. ''But for now, we'll start with the basics,'' The blonde man snaps his fingers, materializing hand-held mirrors in front of the girls. ''We'll warm up with one of the simplest exercises: Changing your hair color. You should all be able to breeze through this one,'' He settles on his desk with his right leg over the left. ''Look in the mirror, focus your magic, and go. Try to change it,''

Xerthea drops her pencil and gingerly lifts the pink-rimmed mirror. Her reflection looks back at her with a neutral expression. Her roots slowly brighten to blue and her tips dull to dark gray. She closes her eyes and concentrates, trying to change her eye color. She opens them, and her spell is successful. This can be useful, she reverts them to prevent anyone from noticing. All I have to do is figure out how to change skin tones and height.

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When they return to the dorms, Xerthea settles on the couch. She conjures a mirror and makes it float in front of her. Her journal flies out of her bookbag and opens in mid-air then settles next to her with a pencil in its center. An impressed whistle rings out, startling her. ''That was awesome,'' Musa settles on the seat across her with her legs folded. ''Thank you,'' She responds. She closes her eyes and tries to concentrate. Musa leans back on the couch then asks. ''What're you doing?''

Her eyes remain as they are as she responds, ''Testing a theory,'' Her hair switches to blue and her skin glows. Musa gasps in the background. Her brows crease as sweat builds up on her forehead. A frustrated grunt escapes her as her eyes snap open. She grabs her notepad and jots something down. ''What exactly are you trying to test? Maybe I can help,'' Musa says from her seat with a gleam in her eyes. ''Bodily metamorphosis can't be controlled or accelerated by other bodies, page 5, point 1,'' Musa blinks then laughs. ''You can't tell me you've memorized the entire textbook,'' When Xerthea remains quiet, she gapes. ''That's not possible!''

''As a matter of fact, it is,'' Tecna leans on one of the sofas from behind. ''Downloading it in a database accelerates the process,'' Stella screams then a door bangs. ''Get me out of here! There are too many fucking lunatics here!'' She rushes to her room and closes the door, Flora peeks out of her room with an apologetic smile. ''She's just...um...overwhelmed,'' The three in the center of the room exchange glances, then laugh.

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The following morning, the Princess of Winstolis seats herself next to Tecna, sipping on coffee. ''I don't know why you like coffee so much,'' Stella scrunches her nose in disgust. ''It creates eye bags,'' Xerthea rolls her eyes. ''If you bothered to look around you'd know eye bags are caused by tiredness, which leads people to drink coffee to boost their energy, like I'm doing,'' Stella tilts her head. ''But you don't have eyebags,''

''Idiot,'' She murmurs, ignoring Stella's gasp of offense. Just then, Flora and Bloom settle opposite her, panting heavily. ''It's about time. What took you guys so long?'' Stella focuses on the two. ''My fault, I overslept,'' Bloom sheepishly responds while Flora stretches for some toast. ''Watch out for Mistress Griselda,'' Tecna says as she lifts her cup to her lips. ''I don't think she's a very nice person,'' Xerthea snorts. ''Well that's not obvious,'' Tecna rolls her eyes and sips her tea.