My first Winx fanfic.

I do not own Winx Club.

Just so you know, this is FloraHelia and MusaRiven.

And you may I re-edited, because it was too short.

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Wings

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One:
New

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Flora and Musa daintily stepped onto the ground as their wings disappeared and the sun stretched. The sky was cloudless and welcoming as the two friends walked to a house with a FOR SALE sign on the lawn. It was a charming house, truly, a nice lawn with bushes, trees, and roses. They bloomed as the two girls made their way on the cement path, leading to the door. There was a little knock as some pale dainty fingers touched on the wooden door and then a sound of someone opening a lock.

"Flora," whispered the midnight blue haired one, the one with the pale pink lips and pale skin, "I love this place!"

"We haven't even seen the inside yet, Musa. Calm down, or the woman who wants to sell this place won't allow us in." Flora, that one was called, had caramel hair and blond highlights at her arched, full bangs. Contrast to her companion, her skin was tanned.

"I can always use a little magic…" whispered Musa, her eyes flashing with mischief.

"I think not," replied Flora calmly, for she was used to her exclamations. "When we came from Alfea Ms. Faragnda said to us 'Buy a home or rent it, then enroll into a normal school' and we will do just that, she also said to us 'act normal' and we won't transform."

"But we transformed with our wings," Musa said, pouting. She hated not being able to use magic.

"Quiet! Here she comes."

A second later stepped out an elderly woman with graying hair and a smile that reminded them of grandmothers and cookies. The woman smiled brighter. "What can I do for you?" she asked, her voice frail.

"Um, madam, we are Miss and Miss Fairy, we've come to see the house." Flora beamed. On earth they decided to pretend being sisters. It would be much easier that way. And the Miss Fairy added a pun, no?

"Oh! On the phone I thought I was talking to adults. I never imagined such beautiful girls wanted this house, but come, come, don't be shy." The woman was sharp, no denying. She had seen through their business suits and briefcases as easy as she could smile. Normally one would think they just looked young…is there something like an I-know-who-you-are-because-I've-seen-much twinkles in her eyes?

Musa coughed. "Yes, madam, we want a tour if you do not mind, and then we will decide."

The woman nodded and waved them over. "Have a look, my bones are to old for such a big house. I'm moving to my granddaughter's house in a day, so this thing should be sold now."

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The house was wonderful! It had a patio and a balcony for two rooms, then a kitchen that they both can bake in freely; there was a living room and two bathrooms and then a garage. It was a warm, sunny place and by the end of the tour the girls were going to buy it, no matter how much it would cost. As they sat down in the living room the woman came in with tea and cookies, and her warm smile still on her face, the girls already began to miss home.

As Flora took a cup of tea and sniffed it, she exclaimed, "You have ginseng in it?"

"Why yes, I do." Mrs. Alabasters said, not looking surprised at all. "I also put in some honey, from my own farm, by my granddaughter's home." She took her own cup and took a hearty swallow.

The girls drank and then took a bite of cookie each before saying, "We'll take it."

"That's good. I hope you have your papers ready."

The house was theirs and theirs alone.

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The day was so bright, you could almost see gold dust. Musa and Flora dressed and then ate breakfast before leaving, locking the door, and then skipping to their dark blue convertible. (They couldn't just fly in, and thesides, they need to fit in! Although, the human technology was soo three hundred years ago.)

"This is so exciting!" gasped Musa.

"I agree, a human school!"

Both of the girls had shining eyes, like gems. They smiled and then hopped in, before Musa put in the keys and left the garage of 9464 Sea Arch Drive. The school was called Rink; it was big and white, with green grass and willow trees. They saw students with friends, lovers, and clubs. Just being there was exciting.

Welcome to
Rink High School!

"Do you think we'll make friends?" Flora asked, her voice quiet.

Home of the
Swallows!

"I don't know...I hope we do but I'm not suuure." Her friend looked almost worried. Musa never looked worried. Even when the Trix had her dad.

Tryouts for the cheerleading
squad is tomorrow!

"Musa, I think we will." Flora was trying to make her feel better...after all, this was all so.....new.

Join band!

"I guess." Musa smiled. It was so like Flora being so optimistic and happy. They strode to the doors of the school, all the while feeling stares.

How 'bout the
debate team?

"Do we look any different?"

"No. We don't." Flora frowned. Musa was right to be concerned. Everyone was staring and she had a feeling they stood out....

It was only when they started to walk inside when they heard a wolf whistle. They turned around quickly, just as the guy smirked. "Lookin' hot!" he shouted.

Musa glared and then flipped her free hair over her shoulder. "He's trying to flirt. Look away Flora."

"R-right." It was not uncommon to be whistled at for both of them (have you seen there curves?) but still.....

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As they passed many classrooms they finally got to the one that said:

409

They went in, just as the bell rang. They stood in the doorway for a second before going up to the teacher's desk, again trying to ignore the staring. The teacher, being surprised, asked them, "Who are you?" His folder was marked with pencils.

"Oh, I'm sorry, I'm Flora and this is Musa, we're new students here," Flora explained.

"Oh…"

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In the shadows of some trees a boy with a sketchpad murmured, "They're here." He erased something and then shaded in a little flower. He was sitting down.

"I know. I'm not dumb, I have eyes," another figure said. He was standing up and his arms were crossed over his chest.

"I just thought you were off sleeping or something." Again he shaded in a flower, this time pressing hard.

"I was. All the ruckus woke me up."

"You heard?"

"It was impossible not to."

"I guess. These fairies are nice-looking."

The one standing up snorted. "Whatever."

"Right."