DGG: Hello, everyone. I have returned with another fairly-odd fic! I got the idea for this story from the ending of the episode "Where's Wanda?". I thought it was an interesting concept. What did happen while she was at fairy summer school with Mama Cosma?

So this is just a short story. It's only going to be four chapters long.

DISCLAIMER: I do not own Fairly Odd Parents. I'm just a fan writing for the fun of it!

"Welcome to Level Fourteen Probation, fairy summer school. I'll be your teacher," the green-haired woman underlined the words on the chalkboard behind her, then turned around menacingly, "Mama Cosma. Your favorite mother-in-law."

"NO!" Wanda – the only fairy in the entire classroom – as she threw her hands in the air dramatically.

The elder fairy folded her arms across her chest smugly at the front of the class as she relished the swirly, pink-haired fairy's horror.

"Hey! Wait a second!" Wanda eyed her, placing her hands on her desk. "How can you be teaching me about godparenting? You were never a godparent!"

"No, I wasn't," she admitted nonchalantly, "but before I married Cosmo's father I studied here to become one. I did pass and received my godparenting license. I may have never been assigned to a child, but since I passed everything I was permitted to teach a class here. I taught here for three hundred years until my little Cosmo-lo-lo was born, and I decided to quit so that I could take care of him."

"You got your license, but you weren't assigned to any godchildren? How did you manage that?" Wanda raised an eyebrow.

Mama Cosma placed a scowl on her face at the memory.

"First off, I got married to a man who had no intention of becoming a godparent, and the birth of Cosmo's brother further prohibited me from being a godparent," the woman spoke bitterly. "He came along shortly after we were married, and my husband used him as his excuse for not wanting to be a godparent. At my husband's request of not wanting to split up our family, I decided not to be a godparent. That's why I became a teacher here instead."

"But you said you quit teaching…" Wanda furrowed her brows.

"Yes, I did, Poppet; however, I recently started teaching here again," the older woman's demeanor changed to her light and airy condescending tone. "And once I heard that you were going to be here, I just knew I had to teach you, dear. Now, let's get down to business," she changed the subject as she turned around to write on the chalkboard again. "This is a five-day course. This class is more about the mechanics of godparenting, the basic equipment and basic knowledge. You'll have mostly written tests with a few oral ones, and if you don't pass with at least a seventy-five percent or better, then I am able to revoke your godparenting license."

"What!" gasped Wanda, her pink eyes bulging from their sockets.

"Oh. Weren't you aware that the future of your job rests in my hands?" Mama Cosma smirked deviously as she turned around and motioned to herself.

"You…you can't be serious! None of the other probation levels had that as a consequence! Maybe a suspended license, but never a revocation!"

"This is level fourteen, Wanda. If you've made it up this far, then that means you have serious problems as a godparent. If you fail, you don't just get suspended, you lose your job."

The pink-haired fairy felt as though she had just been hit by a train. She could…lose her job?

"And wouldn't it just be a shame if you were separated from my darling boy?" taunted the older fairy.

Wanda gave her mother-in-law a deadpan stare. Was that what this was about?

"You…are you serious? You want me to flunk so that you can separate me and Cosmo?"

"Well, if that's what happens," she shrugged.

"So that's what this is?" the godparent spoke angrily. "It's just another ploy for you to be able to break us up? Well, I can tell you that it's not going to happen. I'll have you know that I received straight A's all my life, both in school and here at the Fairy Academy. You won't be able to break Cosmo and me up so easily," Wanda folded her arms matter-of-factly across her chest.

"Oh, we'll see," Mama Cosma raised an amused eyebrow. "Times have changed a little. Let's see if you've kept up with them."

"Nothing ever changes that much. I'll pass this class with ease."

"That's what you think, Wanda. I'm a very tough grader. You might not find this to be as easy as you think it's going to be."

"I'm not a terrible godparent! I know what I'm doing! This will be a snap," she snapped her fingers, then crossed her arms over her chest again confidently.

"All right then. Let's start. Name all the parts of a wand," Mama Cosma challenged.

"The base, the shaft, and the tip, also known as the star," the pink-haired fairy smiled.

"What's the standard wand used by fairy godparents?" the teacher placed her hands on her hips.

"An eight-inch black mahogany with a solid gold tip."

"How does a fairy go about granting a wish?"

"By waving their wand."

"What makes a fairy godparent's crown different from that of a crown worn by any other fairy?"

"A godparent's crown is certified by the Fairy Academy. It has a seal of approval under the third prong."

"And where is the…"

"Third prong positioned? So that it faces forward and is parallel with our faces."

"Ah! Don't interrupt!" scolded the fairy, holding up her right index finger. "What's the seal look like?"

"It's an engraving of a crown with a wand sticking through it and leaning on the right-hand side of the crown. The crown also has fairy wings engraved on either side of it. Anything else?"

"No. It's the end of this test," she spoke curtly. "You got three out of the six questions correct."

"What?" Wanda gawked, her arms falling to their sides.

"I believe that's a failing grade, Wanda," Mama Cosma spoke condescendingly.

"But…that's not possible! Those are the answers! Those have always been the answers!"

"You got all the parts of a wand right; however, the standard wand is now eight and a half inches."

"What! Cosmo and I weren't informed about this!" Wanda placed her hands on her hips.

"The extra half an inch helps fortify the wands better when bigger wishes are made. They are less able to crack. This is fairly new."

"How new?" Wanda demanded.

"The new standard was issued a few years ago. Old eight inch wands are still acceptable, but eight and a half inch ones are now preferred."

"But…that's not fair! If it's not required for everyone to get new wands, then…"

"Too bad. It's still the new standard," huffed Mama Cosma. "You didn't explain how a wand was to be waved."

"But every fairy waves their wand differently! You go with whatever works, so long as there is a waving motion involved!" cried Wanda.

"Your fourth answer was incomplete because a fairy godparent's crown is also extra-fortified so as to withstand the engraving of the seal placed in it! And the seal also has a line of five tiny stars right underneath the engraved crown!"

Wanda blinked. All right. She did forget about the little engraved stars, but the rest of the test just wasn't fair!

"This is ridiculous! You failed me on purpose!" Wanda jumped out of her seat.

"I did no such thing, Wanda," Mama Cosma waved her off. "It's not my fault if you're not the big-shot you always thought you were."

"What! That has nothing to do with…" Wanda shook her head angrily.

"Now, let's see," the mint-green fairy interrupted. "For tomorrow, your past performance will be evaluated."

"Past performance? What does this have to do with anything?"

"It has everything to do with this class! Your past performance would be why you were on probation in the first place! We'll see if you've learned anything from your past mistakes. However, judging by the fact that you're up to Level Fourteen Probation, you must not have learned very well. Class dismissed."

"Good. I'm ready to go home," Wanda seethed as she grabbed her wand.

"Oh, you won't be going home," the pink-haired fairy stared at her. "You'll be staying here at the Academy."

"Why?"

"Those are the rules. And the further away you are from my baby boy the better. Now get to your dorm. It's where you'll be staying all week."

Wanda sighed. With her mother-in-law as her teacher, this week was going to drag on forever. And if today was any indication of how the rest of the week would go – and she was fairly certain that it was – then she had a lot to worry about.

DGG: Thanks for reading! Don't forget to throw me a review!