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By xRayne12x

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꧁𝗔𝗿𝗲 𝘆𝗼𝘂 𝗷𝗼𝗶𝗻𝗶𝗻𝗴 𝘂𝘀 𝗼𝗻 𝘄𝗵𝗮𝘁 𝗰𝗼𝘂𝗹𝗱 𝗯𝗲 𝗼𝘂𝗿 𝗹𝗮𝘀𝘁 𝗮𝗱𝘃𝗲𝗻𝘁𝘂𝗿𝗲?"꧂

Violet had been stressing for the rest of the day after her morning with Miss Dowling. The mind fairy had been freaking out about the voice in her head, that didn't show up again after trying to show Miss Dowling her sketch.

Violet had been attempting to make sense of the warnings that the voice seemed to give her, but didn't know why she was receiving them. What was so bad that the girl was required to be warned about?

Miss Dowling was the only person who Violet thought would have the most information about the teen, but even she seemed as clueless as she was.

However, for some reason, the voice was telling her to be careful around the headmistress and Violet sought to know why. What was so suspicious about Miss Dowling that a voice in her head was trying to point out?

This question kept running through her head for the rest of the day and the seventeen year old was now reading through her old journals in Bloom's room. Aisha was sitting down on her own bed, eating a bag of crisps, while Bloom was typing away on her computer at her desk.

Violet was lounging on Bloom's bed looking through her past journals, trying to find any old diary entry that could have any information about hearing voices that Violet just doesn't remember, but the girl was coming up blank so far.

Violet snapped the journal that she was reading shut, after having no success with finding anything about a voice and picked up the next journal so she could have a look at that one.

The silence in the room was pretty awkward, but the teen didn't care because she was too busy and freaked out to care.

"I have to say something." Aisha spoke up, after looking at Bloom for a while.

Violet barely looked up from the journal that she was now reading, but still listened as she flicked through the pages.

Bloom hummed, encouraging the water fairy to speak.

"I don't think you should be learning magic from Stella." Aisha told the fire fairy.

Violet's full attention was now on the two girls in the room with her. She didn't know what the water fairy was talking about and she had no idea about Bloom learning magic tips from Stella.

"Her methods are unreliable." Aisha pointed out, as Bloom turned away from her computer and faced her roommate.

"How do you know about her methods?" Bloom asked her suspiciously.

Violet placed her book down, but made sure to mark which page she was at, and sat up straighter on the fire fairies bed. From the small amount of information she's just heard, Stella has obviously been trying to teach Bloom with unreliable methods, meaning negative emotions.

"I saw your notebook this morning." Aisha answered and Violet looked at the water fairy strangely, since she didn't sense Aisha feeling guilty at all.

Violet cursed inside her head because this meant that she was going to have to hide her things a lot better too, since it was clear that someone was going to find her journals, or her sketch and start asking questions that Violet didn't have the answers to.

Stella seeing her sketch this morning and Violet finding out that Aisha is pretty nosy, has caused Violet to feel even more cautious than she was before.

"Did you go through my things?" The fire fairy asked the water fairy, hurt, but angry at the same time.

"It was open on your desk." Aisha tried to diffuse Bloom's anger by defending herself.

"Well, why were you at my desk?" Bloom asked her, confused about why the water fairy was there in the first place.

"I was getting ready." Aisha defended herself again.

"At my desk?" Bloom asked doubtfully,

Violet didn't blame the fire fairy, Aisha was being slightly suspicious.

"I'm just trying to help." Aisha sincerely explained.

Violet could sense her sincerity and understood where the water fairy was coming from. Bloom was new to all of this and Aisha was trying to be realistic by telling her that negative emotions isn't the way to control magic, but was also being a good friend with wanting to help Bloom since she was her roommate.

However, Violet also understood Bloom's side because Aisha shouldn't have been looking through her sisters things at all and Violet could see why Bloom was angry with the water fairy.

"Do me a favour, stop trying." Bloom told Aisha and Violet could sense that the red head was still angry and frustrated that people were trying to tell her what to do.

"Bloom, I'm your sister." Violet brought the red heads attention to her. "I don't want you losing control of your magic because you were being reckless and using negative emotions." Violet tried to get through to her adopted sister. "You and I both know that using your magic negatively can be dangerous." Violet finished, while looking into the red heads eyes.

Violet could sense the red head getting angrier with her words, but also sad by the reminder of what happened before attending Alfea. Violet didn't want to use that against her, but Violet was trying to get the girl to understand that magic isn't something to be messed with.

Violet had been struggling lately and she knows she's being a hypocrite because all of the stress isn't good for her magic either, but Violet was Bloom's older sister, and she would take on the harder side of everything, so that it would be easier for Bloom.

"I just want you to be careful." Violet said, with sincerity clear in her tone.

Violet knew that she couldn't control the girl and tell her what to do, but she was hoping that the red head would take her words in and consider them, before making any rash decisions.

Bloom nodded her head, after hesitating because she knew that her older sister meant well and Violet was there for the red head before the two started attending Alfea, and knew that the seventeen year old had been dealing with her magic for years.

Bloom trusts Violet with her life, so understood that she should at least consider her words.

Aisha looked at the mind fairy gratefully for managing to get through to the fire fairy, but the three's small argument was cut short as the princess walked in.

"Sky just called, they're moving the burned one to the Capitol, we have to go now." Stella rushed to inform the three.

"Sorry, but nothing about how stupid that idea is has changed." Aisha realistically said and Violet had to agree with her.

When Bloom ignored the water fairy and followed Stella out of the room, Aisha turned towards the mind fairy pleadingly.

"One thing you should know about Bloom, is that she is one to do something first and then ask questions later." Violet told the girl, as she gathered her journals into her arms. "That girl is reckless and stubborn, but she's determined and there's no way I'm letting her go out there alone." Violet said, as she finished gathering her journals.

"Are you joining us on what could be our last adventure?" Violet playfully said, as she looked towards the water fairy with a smirk.

Aisha rolled her eyes and stood up from her bed.
"You know I am." She knowingly told the mind fairy.

The two girls walked out of the room and Aisha followed the blonde and red head to the door, as they all waited for Violet to put her journals away.

The light brown haired girl stored her journals in the box underneath her bed and quickly threw on a jacket, before following after her suite mates outside.

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♡︎𝑻𝒚𝒔𝒎 𝒇𝒐𝒓 𝒂𝒍𝒍 𝒐𝒇 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒗𝒐𝒕𝒆𝒔 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒇𝒐𝒓 𝒂𝒍𝒎𝒐𝒔𝒕 25𝒌 𝒓𝒆𝒂𝒅𝒔! 𝑰'𝒎 𝒈𝒍𝒂𝒅 𝒕𝒉𝒂𝒕 𝒚𝒐𝒖'𝒓𝒆 𝒂𝒍𝒍 𝒆𝒏𝒋𝒐𝒚𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒕𝒉𝒊𝒔 𝒃𝒐𝒐𝒌! 𝑿𝒙♡︎

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