“Damn you twerps.” Idris grumbled to himself as he resorted to practically grating off his skin to remove the clown-like “makeup”. Which was cursed onto the wizard by none other than the Winx after one of their battles.

After a few hours of scrubbing and relentless washing, Idris finally snapped. In a moment of fustration, he brought his fist down onto the bathroom sink, striking a crack down it.

“Fairy magic sure is stubborn… I’ll just have to get my revenge the next time I see those pixies.” He sneers in the mirror. The wizard’s eyes filled with shimmering rage at the spell that has been placed onto his face.