You're Magic Now

The Monster and the Willow

Blaze has passed the exam in the simulation chamber. His virtual trip to Domino has given the Trix the opportunity to observe his powers: He has the Dragon's Flame. Little Kiko has to pay the price however, but he manages to save himself, thanks to his laziness.

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"Flora, why don't you take your hippy-dippy stoner research and go save a different planet?!"

"That's not nice!"

"And up from my nap I get." Y/n left her room to find Stella and Flora arguing, glaring harshly at the other. "Well, if it isn't my two favorite blonde fairies - Flora, I'm counting the streaks. What are y'all going on about this time?"

"Her flower power has gone too far!" Stella insisted.

"I'm just carrying out a couple of experiments. I've got an exam soon!"

"It wasn't too hard," Y/n offered, who had already taken Palladium's exam a week after the malfunction. Flora and Stella had not been so lucky. "Besides, imagine Blaze. He had to fight Icy, Darcy, and Stormy. I would have died! But for you guys, no sweat."

"No sweat?!" Stella demanded. "You should see my room! Your room has become a humongous chemistry lab."

"Y/n gave me permission," Flora informed her. "And what's more, she said she'd help me study."

"But just look!" She dragged her into her bedroom, Flora following to defend herself. "Okay. I gave Flora permission to put her flowers by my windowsill because they need a lot of sunlight. But then she spread herself out and put a bunch of Melanoma Vericosa -"

"Mimosa Vainatosa," she corrected.

"Whatever! I mean, she put them right next to my mirror, Y/n, my mirror!"

"Well, it's normal," Flora explained. "They feed off reflected light; your mirror is huge so it's perfect."

"Burn, Stel."

"Well, you think this is normal?!" She gestured wildly at the plant, trying her clothes and makeup on. "That's my Goblin Govanna! It is my favorite dress ever! You see what's happening here? Oh, my poor, poor clothes!"

In annoyance, Flora tried to explain, "That's why they're called Vainatosas."

"I don't care what they're called! Make them stop right now! My clothes! Oh, Y/n, my beautiful clothes!" She hugged her arm, whimpering into her shoulder.

"Stella. They're just clothes," she tried to argue. "You wear them to go out. Nothing more to it."

"No, they're couture! Do you know what that means?! They're one of a kind! The shoes and makeup are bad enough, but they're also mixing stripes with florals, it's like a horror show! They have no taste whatsoever!"

"Tecna doesn't complain about it." Flora left the room to Tecna and Musa's, only finding Musa studying on her bed, the book elevated by magic. "Hi, Musa. Have you seen Tecna?"

"No. Haven't seen her since this morning," she said without looking up.

She strode to the closet for a few of her things. "Are you guys having any trouble with my plants?"

That got Musa to look up. "Huh? What do you mean? We have plants in our room?"

"Um, yes, I asked Tecna to keep a few seeds in the dark inside her closet." She opened the door, Tecna squirming around in a vine bondage, screaming into the vines. Flora turned to the noise, her mouth falling open. "Tecna?!"