You're Magic Now

Alfea Collage for Fairies

At Alfea, it's wonderful to go to magic lessons together with Stella, Flora, Musa and Tecna.
But in the Magic Dimension, there is also a school for witches: Cloud Tower, where the dangerous Icy, Darcy, and Stormy go to school. Were they responsible for the ogre's attack? And why?

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"Good mornin', everyone."

The small Irish professor sat on his desk to meet his students' eye, his legs swinging slightly. "As usual, it befalls me to kick off the school year." Jumping off, he began to pace in front of the classroom. "Now, for those of you who haven't met me yet, I am Professor Wizgiz -"

Stella smirked at Y/n, who giggled a little, then made sure it looked like she was paying attention.

Well, after was certainly paying attention to something. In front of her, Blaze already had his head on his hand, chewing on a pencil.

"- your teacher of metamorphosis, or as I prefer to call it, the art of changin'..." He put his finger on his mouth and gave it a tug, his face transforming into that of Ms. Griselda, and with a voice change. "...the way you look!"

The students gasped in marvel, even Blaze suddenly sitting up in surprise.

Wizgiz leaned on Blaze's desk, mockingly chastising him in Griselda's voice. "Slacking off, are we, young man?"

The class - including Stella and Y/n - laughed while the poor redhead slunk down in his seat, hot with embarrassment. Changing back by tugging at the glasses, Wizgiz gave a small chuckle and said, "Don't worry, I'm sure you were really payin' attention, weren't 'cha, Blaze?"

"Um...yeah, of course!"

"By the year's end, you'll do better than that!" He jumped onto a desk of one of the blonds. "And, since every endin' must have a beginnin', let's start with a simple exercise." With his finger, he materialized mirrors in front of the students. Stella took hers and fluffed her hair.

"Concentrate. Look in the mirror, look at yourself, and think about changing the color of your hair."

The girl sitting next to Blaze turned her brunette hair to blond. Y/n saw him take his mirror and his hair blow back, but then fall back into place.

In defeat, he set the mirror back on the desk, Wizgiz next to him when he noticed his struggle. "Don't worry, Blaze. If at first you don't succeed, try again."

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"We were the only one who couldn't do it!" Y/n complained to Stella while Flora watered her plant.

"You'll get it!" Stella encouraged, sitting in front of her. "You just have to practice! After all, you know what they say, 'practice makes perfect'!"

"I know...it's like when I had to learn how to high jump back in Gardenia."

"That's the right attitude! Besides, girl, you've already got your wings, so this should be no problem!"

"I sure hope so..." She leaned back in her bed. "Poor Blaze. He still hasn't transformed..." Sitting back up, she leaned her hands on her lap. "Flora, Stella, can I ask you something?"

Flora stopped watering her plant to sit next to her on her bed.

"Uh-huh."

"What made you girls want to come to Alfea, anyway?"

Stella stood and clapped her hands together as she walked to the other side of the room. "Because I want to become a real fairy: successful, beautiful, powerful, and universally admired!"