Fate: your own story ( winx)

(Is she asking Dowling or Eve?)

The headmistress nodded her head in Anya’s direction as she rose from her desk. “You may go first, since you’re so eager.”

Eve rested her chin in her fist and arched her eyebrows.

(Wait, they’re in the Stone Circle??)

(Oh I thought they were in a classroom lol. It’s fine, let’s roll with it)

Headmistress Dowling nodded in approval. “Very good,” she remarked.

Eve’s eyes followed the explosions, watching them with interest.

Eve let Anya do what she wanted while Dowling picked an earth fairy to demonstrate his powers next.

“It doesn’t matter to me, love,” Eve whispered back, looking down at the writing on her hand. “Did you have anything in mind?”

(Whose hand did Anya write on and what did it say?)

Eve chuckled. “Very public very fast, darling,” she murmured, noting the glances and confused emotions of several other students.

(Ah, okay!)

Between Anya’s comment and the writing on her hand, Eve smiled. “As do I, my love.”

“Eve?” Eve’s head jerked up as the headmistress addressed her. “If you’re done with your conversation, would you like to come up to the Vessel?”

Eve flushed with embarrassment. “Yes, Headmistress,” she replied quickly and hopped off her seat, feeling the eyes of everyone lock on her. She quickly put up her confident façade again and stride towards the Vessel. While Anya might not have had a favorite teacher, Eve’s was by far Headmistress Dowling, and she didn’t want to let the older woman down.

Eve maintained eye contact with Dowling until Eve placed her hands on the Vessel. She confidently looked down at the stones inside the Vessel and willed a large amount of her power to her. A hazy cloud appeared above the Vessel, and she looked into it. Inside, she could see things no one else in the circle could see, and eventually, she broke free of the magic and let go of the Vessel. To her relief, Dowling was nodding with a pleasing smile.

"Beautifully done, Eve," she praised casually.

Eve nodded her thanks and went back to her seat beside Anya.

"Good, I think," Eve replied, noting Dowling's glance at the two before she moved on. She felt the immense happiness pouring from Anya among the confusing or judging emotions from their classmates, and Eve clung to it. "Thank you," she whispered.

Eve changed quickly once they got back. While Anya was getting dressed, she collected a second outfit in her arms and went to Anya’s door. She performed a rhythmic knock on the wood and waited patiently.

Eve felt no shame as her eyes roamed around Anya’s body. After a few seconds, she looked back up to the girl’s eyes. “What do you think?” she asked, stepping into Anya’s room and twirling in her outfit. “It’s either this one or this one.” She motioned to the outfit she was wearing, then the one in her arms.

“You haven’t even seen the other one,” Eve quipped, but she followed Anya to her closet. She placed her hands on Anya’s hips from behind and rested her chin on the girl’s shoulder. “I’d love to, darling, but I also think that you look simply marvelous as is.” At the word “marvelous,” her hands squeezed Anya’s hips.

“It does for me,” Eve murmured, and suddenly Anya’s lips were on hers. She let out a soft gasp of satisfaction before kissing back deeply and squeezing her hips a bit more.