The Best Misfortune

So this is my first fanfiction. Flora and Helia may appear a little out of character, but it's intentional and keep in mind that they are older as well. There is no magic in this story.

I do not own the Winx Club

CHAPTER 1

There he stood in all his glory. Tall, toned, with beautiful blue eyes, a dazzling smile, and heck every other feature that a girl could want. He looked my way and gave a slight smile. My heart jumped, as I saw him walking towards me. Could he really be coming to talk to me? Could he have really noticed me? My heartbeat sped up. My palms began to sweat. My hands seemed to fidget all on their own, as he became closer and closer until he was right in front of me. He stopped, smiled and opened his mouth to speak. Finally I thought to myself. Finally he's noticed me. The man I had always wanted to meet. The man that I had so many feelings for. The man who to me was above all others… the most arrogant bastard that I had ever had the misfortune of knowing.

As his lips formed words, I didn't really pay attention. It's not that I was trying to be rude, but more like I was trying not to back down and to go through with what I came here to do. At the age of 25 I had grown a lot since my highschool days at Alfea, however I still didn't have the easiest time standing up for myself. This guy, however, this guy had it coming. Focusing my attention back to him I heard him introduce himself as Helia Knightly. Little did he know I already knew exactly who he was. I smiled a coy smile listening to the compliments he gave me, while he flashed me what would be considered a "charming" smile by most women. I sat there quietly smiling and nodding waiting for my turn to speak. Waiting for the question that I knew would eventually come.

"I'm sorry I'm being rude, but you're just so beautiful that I began to ramble unintentionally. Can I ask you your name?" This was it. This was the question that I had been waiting for.

"My name is Flora." I responded.

"Flora is quite a unique name, but very befitting for such a beautiful flower such as yourself." He smiled his charming smile and continued, "Would you mind if I called you sometime Flora?"

I smiled and responded,

"Sure." His smile broadened. "I'd prefer if you didn't call me Flora though. I'd rather you'd call me Fond Hope, and I'll call you Realism."His smile dropped, and all the charm that he was once exuding floated away. A look of aggravation and, bemusement washed across his face. He looked at me as I sat there with my arms crossed and a grin across my lips, looking up at him with a look of conquest in my eyes. He paused for a moment or two and then a smirk appeared on his face.

"Have you come for writing lessons?"

What did he just say to me? I couldn't believe it. He was really asking for it.

"Have I come for writing lessons? No I have not you jerk! I've come to tell you to stay out of my blog! I'm tired of seeing your stupid comments at the bottom of my page. Have I come for writing lessons? I've read your ridiculous stories. Trust me they were amusing at best." Again pausing he took a moment, and a step back. Had I been too harsh? Being aggressive wasn't really my thing, but he just makes me so mad! Stepping back forward he grabbed my hands and with that same stupid little smirk he replied.

"My dear Flora, you will never grow as a writer unless you learn to take criticism better. It's not my intent to offend you, however it's more your responses are always too tempting. They're even better in person." He laughed a small laugh, but I didn't find anything funny. I pulled my hands away, as he continued staring down at me. I had to finish what I came here for.

"Look I came here to tell you that I don't appreciate you bullying me and to leave me alone. I managed to track you down quite easily so I advise you not to underestimate me. I'm not just some weak person that you can push around. My advice is for you to back off if you know what's good for you." I gave the most menacing stare that I could. I said it just like Musa told me to, minus the cuss words. That should be enough to get my point across, or so I thought, until I heard laughter.