Winx Club

Icy wanted a story about herself so I gave her one. Only she's not a witch here. She's more. One-shot. Dark.

In my perception, I would appear as a random girl wandering through the streets and casually window-shopping. But that was not what I was really doing. I wore dull, black and gray clothes. They spoke of lack and it described me. I took things from people and left them with nothing.

My hair, a freakishly light blonde that might have passed for white, would have caused people to think that I was an old lady. Except for when they saw my face, of course. It might have been my eyes that had...

~8:00 P.m~
The winx and specialist went to Solaria to Stella's birthday party. They all walked in the ballroom full of decorations and a bunch of other Stella's friends.
"This is amazing!" Stella exclaimed.
"We'd hope so." Someone detto while walking over and putting their hand on Stella's shoulder. It was her mom and Dad.
"Thank te so much!" Stella detto while hugging her parents. She pulled away from the hug and turned to the winx and specialist.
"Come on guys let's dance!" Stella exclaimed while she and Brandon walked out into the crowd. Then the rest of the group did. About a few minuti later...