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𝟬𝟰𝟳 𝗉𝗎𝗌𝗁𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝖾𝗇𝗏𝖾𝗅𝗈𝗉𝖾

┊𖤐₊˚. ࿐ྂ。Back in her dorm room, Bloom cursed when the phone rang out and she got sent to Brandon’s voicemail. Bloom hung up before the beep, having nothing to say in a message, and tossed the phone down with a growl of irritation. She didn't know why she even called. The girl just simply wanted to hear his voice and maybe ask some advice but he didn't answer or rather it felt like he didn't want to answer her.

Maybe she shouldn't have called at all because now she felt ridiculous, not to mention totally rejected. “Boy trouble?”

Bloom turned to find Flora looking at her sympathetically, her own study notes abandoned. She nodded, and rubbed at her forehead tiredly. “Yeah, something like that. Not to mention the fact that I can’t focus on my stupid notes.”

The subject change wasn’t exactly subtle but thankfully Flora went along with it.
“I understand,” Flora sighed. “It’s hard to study when you know the answers are right out there.”

A loud and irritated sigh interrupted the otherwise quiet dorm and Bloom heard Stella’s door fly open. “I can’t take it anymore,” the blonde wailed.

Bloom and Flora scrambled from out from behind their desks, knowing that Stella was going to go for the test answers. Musa and Tecna must have had the same thought because they emerged from their own room at the same time and all four of them converged on Stella, wrestling her away from the envelope. 

“Let me go,” she screeched, clawing at their hands.

“You don’t need to do it,” Flora yelled back. 

“I do!”
 
Flora yelped and dodged an elbow to the stomach while Musa spat out curses when Stella dug her nails into her arm.
“Alright everybody calm down!” Tecna screamed, and they all froze in shock.
“This is ridiculous, we’re fairies not trolls.”

Stella drew in a breath but nodded and the others released her, leaving her to slump down on an armchair. The others followed suit and they all gazed at the envelope, lying on the coffee table as if it hadn’t almost started a brawl. 
“We need to decide what we’re going to do with it,” Tecna continued.

“Well, can we do it in the kitchen?” Bloom asked, feeling a pang of hunger in her stomach. “I missed dinner and I’m starving.”

The others agreed easily enough, so Bloom swiped the envelope from the table and they all headed for the door. There weren’t many students out in the halls but every time they passed someone they all tensed and Bloom’s hand closed around the envelope in her hoodie pocket, pushing it down further. They made it to the kitchen, undetected, and the room was truly deserted after dinner, the only movements being dishes that were washing themselves.

The rest of the girls made them comfortable leaning or sitting on counters, while Bloom started to gather all the ingredients she needed for a sandwich.
“So, what are we going to do with it?” Stella wanted to know, while Bloom got to work making her dinner.

“I think we should just get rid of it,” Bloom said. “We never should have had it in the first place, so we get rid of it, no more temptation.” It sounded simple when she said it like that, but it felt anything but simple to Bloom; she knew the possibility of failing the year was low with her current marks, but the possibility was there, and the idea of repeating the year while her friends moved ahead was terrifying.

Flora and Tecna both were voicing their agreement. Only Musa and Stella looked unsure but quickly came round, grumbling a little under their breaths.
“Okay,” Flora said. “But now we have to decide where we’re going to put the envelope.”

“Yeah,” Stella jumped in. “If I’m not getting the luxury of knowing the answers, then I don’t want anyone else to find it and have that advantage.”