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Chapter 1

Monday, May 25, 2009

Disclaimer: I do not own. By the way, I don't own Harry Potter, the Curious Incident of the Dog in the Night-time, the Mallorean, the Belgariad, Stargate, etc.

I do not claim that this story is historically or culturally accurate in any way.

Fore Note:

Setting: (things to consider when reading this story)
1. This is partly fanon because its about how Roxy interprets magical society. I have made up some of the facts to get more interesting reactions from Roxy and all the other characters.
2. Starts off after episode 6 (Fairy in Trouble).
3. THIS IS AN ALTERNATE TIMELINE. It means that even though this happens during season four and follows it closely, events do not have to happen in a specific order.

WARNINGS: (the following themes are dealt within the text or mentioned about briefly)
Swearing; uncombative-related violence, domestic violence (e.g. Bloom getting slapped by Sky, Bloom throwing fireballs at Sky); racism; blood; light gore; death; theology; sexuality; etc. Can be expanded.

Around midnight

Roxy yawned wearily as she tried to catch up on some reading. She was in the storage room of the Frutti Music Bar taking a break. It was fairly late and music from the bar boomed obnoxiously loud into the backroom behind the bar. She sat on a crate and dipped her hand into a bag of chips. She was reading 'Basic Magic: Level One.' It was an old elementary book of spells from Flora that she had used to study from when she was a child. Bloom had used it during her first year to catch up and Roxy was learning from it.

The book had been doodled in and there was the occasional line of helpful notes written by Bloom. She had never really tried any of the spells because inwardly, it was simply too incredible to believe that a book existed. It seemed to come straight out of the realm of Harry Potter.

Roxy continued reading and ate more chips. She heard someone open the storage room door and music spilled in.

"Well, aren't we a little studious, huh?"

"EEP!" Roxy jumped from her seat on the crate and hid the book behind her back, embarrassed. She was not sure why it was embarrassing except for the fact that she might be found with that book by a non-believer (although who would go into the storage room?). Her face automatically became tomato-red and she tried to sit on her book. "O-oh, h-hi, He-helia!" she said in a high-pitch squeaky voice, eyes wide and cheeks blazing.

"Calm down, I'm not gonna run out and scream that you're reading a spell book to everyone in the bar." Helia stood with his hands on his hips and a smile on his face. He wore khaki shorts and a white polo along with a purple apron around his hips. He leaned in his face towards hers. "You should smile a bit more. You're always depressed and this makes the customers sad if there aren't greeted by a smile on your pretty face. Smile!" he encouraged. "Don't worry about the Black Circle. They're not gonna ambush you while we're around."

Roxy steadily started to smile although she looked at some obscure corner of the room to her blush. His eyes, she wanted to avoid those especially. Every time she looked into them, she felt like he was looking into her soul and she was not sure if she wanted that.

Sporting his new haircut in a high ponytail (for work-related reasons, of course), he had soft bangs that reached his brow and two long loose locks of hair that spill over his ears that had managed to escape his ponytail. Dark sapphires for eyes framed by long lashes and high cheekbones; although he claimed to be a weak almost magicless being, his serene face bespoke a sense of knowledge and teacher figure in him which more than compensated when he helped her deal with her magical issues like when she would occasionally hyperventilate about her recent discoveries. There was a trustworthy air about him.

"Hello?" Helia waved a hand in front of her face.

Roxy realized that she had spaced out for moment and came back to the present. "Oh, um, hey?" She slid the book from behind her and placed on her lap. "Is it closing time?"

"Almost, give it another half an hour," he informed. "What are you reading?" He plucked the book right out of her lap and peered at the cover. "Basic Magic by Valerius Avalon…isn't that the magiphilosophy teacher at Alfea?" he more or less said the last part to himself. The specialist paged through the book making all sorts of sounds of approvals and disapprovals ("Wow, this book is old…"). Finally, he came to the page with Roxy's pink bookmark.

She blushed faintly knowing he would quirk his eyes or something at the spell on the page.

"Eros Love Attraction Spell?"

Latter Note: This story came to me when I was drawing the thumbnails for my Winx comic. At the moment, my comic is at a halt because I have exams, IB personal projects and bathroom graffiti projects to worry about. There will be more chapters and this story will be subjected to editing.

I wrote this story in hope of inspiring some critical thinking in this fandom as well writing something that I would enjoy: violence, heavy philosophy, death and darker themes in general. Personally, I am sick of the amount of outright shoddy 'romances' out there. I haven't read a good story that had me at the edge of my seat. Don't get me wrong. I like romances but romances are not meant to be the focus of the journey.