You're Magic Now

Date With Disaster

What a surprise when the fairies ran into the Specialists in the Black-Mud Swamp! The Winx have to help them look for the missing troll, don't they? But the Trix, they were the one's responsible for the supposedly missing troll. Until now, the two groups have not crossed paths, but the next battle is very close.

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"THAT'S IT!" Y/n chucked the potatoe as hard as she could across the kitchen, letting it explode against the wall.

Flora put down her knife for a moment to ask, "What's wrong, sweetie?"

"I can't stand it! First of all, we're teens, so why are we the ones cooking?!" She threw her apron to the side and kept going. "Seriously, is Chef Sfogila so lazy he can't do it himself?! They need us to have kitchen duty?!"

As she yelled, the doors opened, a fat chef looking quite unamused at her. "You will be wives one day and have to cook for your husbands."

"...hey, Sfogili, my guy, we were just talking about you..." She finger-gunned him awkwardly, adding, "All good things, all good things..."

"Right..." He took huge strides over to Musa, who was peeling the potatoes with a big smile as she hummed to herself. "How's the side-dish coming along?"

"Almost done, sir," she replied with a tiny piece of potato in the hand that was not holding the knife.

He took it from her, criticizing harshly. "These potatoes are too small! Take off less skin! And what about the omelettes?!" He aggressively gestured to the eggs in the pans on the stove. "Don't forget to flip them, eh?!"

The girls rushed over and grabbed the pans, quickly flipping them, Musa catching hers before it fell on the floor.

"Who eats breakfast for dinner, anyway?" Y/n asked aloud, shifting the egg on her pan.

"People with class!" Sfogilia answered harshly, then added, "Finish flipping and then to Faragonda's office with you!"

"What?!" Shocked, she flipped the egg into the ceiling fan. Sfolgilia intently glared as she laughed uncomfortably. "S - sorry about that, I really don't know how that happened..."

"Well, what are you waiting for?! Somebody turn the fan off!"

Flora rushed to the switch. "Uh, I - I'll do it!"

She flipped out the wrong way, the fan spinning faster with the omelette still on it. Musa waved her hands, breaking out in, "Go little omelette spinning like a DJ like it's your birthday like you got your biggest fan gonna serve you like a ham..."

Pissed, Sfolglia balled up his fists. "I said turn it OOOOOOOOOOOOOFFFF!" he belted operatically. "I see you need instruction in singing as well as cooking in the kitchen! It is the music of juice not leftovers!"

Flora finally got the fan off and the omelette fell off...right on Sfolgilia's head, splattering on his clothes. He wiped it off with a grunt. "Grr...I'll have a word with the headmistress about granting you a permanent exemption from kitchen duties! Errgg..." He wiped his face off with his apron. "You young fairies cause more troubles than help! Now I must clean up before dinnertime, so keep an eye on the roast!"

He left out in a huff while Flora went to check on his roast. "Everything's okay here!"

Y/n sat on the counter with a sigh, her head falling into her hands. "Do you really think Sfolgilia was that mad at me? Why do I have to see the headmistress? Girls, I can't get expelled! I can't go back to Earth where I'm the one stuck cleaning up after my brother explodes something...seriously, a chicken once went in his mouth, right? He claims it didn't even taste like chicken..."