All humans are annoying. They’re loud, rude, and weak. The only reason Storis even came to Earth, was because Idris dragged him on another scheme of his. Something about it being an absolutely perfect opportunity to take down the Winx. Just thinking about it makes Storis want to eye roll… after all, that’s what he says every time.

With a huff, the wizard continues roaming Earth, not bothering to look for Idris anymore. Storis might as well sightsee of all things while he waits for some blizzard or hail storm to show up.

“Damn you Idris… next time you’re bringing Darius along for your shit show.” Storis grumbles to himself, hands in his pockets. Until his thoughts are suddenly halted by a thud. Looking down, he sees that a human had bumped into him. Just his luck.

Oh whatever.

Storis needed an excuse to release his anger anyways; he doesn’t care if it’s immoral. Now he’s gonna pick a fight.

Then Storis grabs the person’s wrist, digging into their skin as he does and with a scowl on his face, he practically spits out his next words, “Hey pipsqueak. What do you think you’re doing? Huh?”