Alfea was in deep shit. Miss Dowling was gone — nobody knew she was actually dead — and Rosalind took her place, Silva had performed treason by attempting to kill Andreas years ago, who’s Sky’s father, and he’d thought his dad was dead for sixteen years, and the training had been tee’d up. Rosalind and Andreas didn’t care if people got hurt, they were pushing the fairies’ powers so much it hurt themselves and holding fights between Specialists for first blood.

Yeah, not great. And he could only come find you, the only person who seemed to be his escape from all this, his girlfriend, who happened to be really calm about all this, but he knew better. Well, he just needed someone to be around before he lost his shit, cause his now-resurfaced father was treating him like shit, and Dane won the fight. Dane, all cause that little fucker wanted to draw blood and not him.

“Hey.” He smiled, coming into your dorm— after checking that Stella, Bloom, Aisha, Terra and Miss weren’t there, of course, he didn’t think he could handle other people right now. Luckily, it was just you on your bed, so, phew, there was a major crisis averted here.

“You got a minute?” Sky asked, dropping his bag, and man, did he look stressed. Understandably, though, it’s a tough thing to swallow when the previously mild-mannered Dane was now being a little shit and boasting to everyone about how he ‘beat Sky’. He’d floor that showboater in a second.

Though, judging by the look on your face, you were stressed too— oh, damn, that’s how you knew that it really was bad, the moment that you looked like you weren’t handling things well. Oh, boy, oh, no, this is bad.