Can you believe it? I can't believe it.
-What the hell was that?
What if it's a Burned One?
-You're a dick. -Yeah, and you're a wuss.
All I'm saying is if you two want to push your tongues, or other things, together
then do it out there.
-Mm. Not bad for a Mind Fairy. Mm. -Mm-hmm.
-Keep going. It gets better.
-Shit. Sorry, I was just being playful.
I know. I'm into it.
Are you sure? 'Cause I just got a massive rush of disgust.
That wasn't me.
Hello?
Hilarious, Nick.
-But it's not gonna work a second time. -I don't think that's Nick.
Let's go.
-Ivy.
Come on.
-I can't. -What do you mean? Come on, let's go!
I can't move.
-Ivy! -You have to get out of here, Devin.
Run. Run!
-Who's there?
Nick?
What?
Your emotions are a tool.
Nothing more, nothing less.
They're a power source. You've been told to control them.
That isn't always the best option.
In combat, you'll need to rely on instinct.
You'll need to let go.
That's when you find true power.
Middle of the pack.
Been evaluating students over the past month,
and that's where you land.
Better than the bottom.
I try my best.
Bullshit. You transformed last year.
Turned the school upside down looking for answers.
You're powerful.
This is a choice.
When Dowling was headmistress, I was doing really well.
Loyalty is important. It should be valued.
Yours is misplaced.
Farah ran, Bloom.
I don't know if she was scared of the consequences
of locking me under the school
or if she just simply saw the writing on the wall
when Luna reinstated me, but she ran.
Dowling wouldn't have run.
-The Solarian Army is looking. -They called off the search.
It was an egregious waste of resources.
-You don't care? -I don't give one single fuck.
She and Saul left me a school of weak children,
unprepared for the threats we face.
What threats?
No one's seen a Burned One since I took them down.
You think that's the most dangerous thing out there?
The Otherworld isn't like where you grew up.
You have no idea of the kind of nightmares that exist here,
but I do.
And it's my job to prepare you to fight them.
A job Farah and Saul were unqualified for.
The old regime is gone, Bloom.
But… Silva is--
Saul Silva is being brought to trial at this very moment for his crimes.
So, at the risk of repeating myself, the old regime is gone.
It's time to embrace the new one.
Rosalind'll get someone killed.
-Is it just me or has she gotten meaner? -Might be the haircut.
Channeling that much magic under stress is dangerous. Most students aren't ready.
If it hurts me, it's gonna hurt them more.
Pretty sure Rosalind doesn't care unless she gets results.
-How long are you gonna hold back? -Not gonna kill myself for her sake.
As far I'm concerned, she's not headmistress. Ms. Dowling is.
I think we go on a road trip this weekend, hit towns nearby.
Just see if anyone's seen her.
Bloom, I wanna find Dowling just as badly as you do,
but the entire Solarian Army have been searching for months.
And? What if they just don't know where to look?
What if she's still in hiding?
All I'm saying is that this, this is temporary. All of it.
We're gonna get this school back to the way it was.
Don't look now, but you've got a lurker.
Creepo. I'm gonna just get a better look.
You know, I hate 99% of Rosalind's changes,
but these uniforms are…
If you play your cards right, I might let you try it on.
-Could've sworn I packed it. -Check all the pockets?
Yeah, I think.
Honestly, this has so many pockets.
-It's kind of fab. I got it-- -Less talking. More searching.
-Can we just stop for a second? -No.
It's an apron. If it was in there, we'd see it.
I left it in the room. Now I'll be late for my shift at the greenhouse.
Oh, do you think you could--
And I'm talking to myself. Great. Hello. Hi.
It's not that I'm offended you're embarrassed to be seen with us,
but maybe you could give us a warning before you…
Why would I be embarrassed to be seen with Musa?
I'm just not dressed for school-wide consumption.
-I'm wearing off-brand crocs. -What's wrong with Crocs?
I thought when you ran away you weren't meant to use invisibility magic?
Yeah, I'm not, but no-one's seen me do it.
If they did, what are they gonna do?
Tell my Mum? I haven't spoken to her in weeks.
Is that a positive or a negative?
She is your mum, but also kind of a monster.
-Just trying to modulate my caretaking. -Maybe just modulate it away from me.
-Let's cut through the East Wing. -That's new.
Courtesy of Rosalind, no doubt.
Look, I don't want to pull the "do you know who I am" card, but… do you?
Bet you wish you could walk through walls. Warning, I'm quite gross.
I'll be the judge of that.
Oh.
How was the, uh, greenhouse?
At capacity. Six Specialists. Two fairies.
Like Rosalind and Andreas won't stop until we're all disfigured.
Don't. Remember what Dad said.
Oh, I know. Yeah, yeah.
Quasi police state. Gotta watch our tongue.
Sam, it's not a joke.
She expelled the Winoker twins the first week she was here.
-Right, the, uh, Shining twins. -Lucky bastards.
Except now they're missing.
I just heard that two more students didn't come home last week.
A Specialist and Mind Fairy.
It's probably a coincidence, but, like, maybe let's not poke the bear?
Going to the suite? Could use a chill Musa playlist.
No. No.
It has nothing to do with you two. It's just…
it's actually a suite rule that Terra came up with. That I agree with. Just…
-See you later. -See ya.
You know, no boyfriends. Remember, you two aren't the only couple now.
I think your room might be more quiet anyway.
Congratulations.
I've been out here three hours, you're the first human I've seen.
Yep. It's a quiet spot. Nice and private.
It's a godsend. Specialist workouts are crowded and tedious as hell.
I'm Grey.
And my eyes are up here.
Aisha. And my bag is down there. Where you're dripping.
Oh! Less fun.
So, are you gonna come out here a lot or…?
Have you seen the hawk's nest at the bend?
I was obsessed with them as a kid, but I'd never seen--
Yeah. I'd keep my distance. She gets prickly if you get too close.
Hm. So, are you two mates?
Maybe we can work out some sort of schedule for swims.
No need to cross paths unnecessarily.
She gets prickly if you get too close.
Schedule away.
The little prince and the upstart. This should be good.
First blood.
Worried about staining your new outfit?
Maybe home economics is more your speed?
Is that what Saul taught?
Did he wear an apron?
Come on, let's just do it. We're not gonna hurt each other.
-Odds? -First glance, it's Sky's to lose.
Dane's got shit to prove.
A lot of pressure.
Yeah, Sky will, uh, give him space,
let him think he's winning, then find his opportunity.
I give it three, two…
Nah. Thing is, this isn't a first glance fight.
Sky won't draw blood. Dane on the other hand…
Nice.
-He is such a prick. -Yeah, and he's your dad.
This mean you'll give me a run for my money one day?
Oi, Dane. Your little groupies will send you dick pics later.
Let's get him checked out. You can explain this one.
I like it in a cozy tea, but if you want topical…
-What's happened? -Just a bit of sparring between friends.
-What? You did this? -Impressed?
By the way, Bea wants to hang tonight. You game?
Always.
What?
Oh, come on.
Use your words.
-It's not just me. Everyone wants to know. -Whatever do you mean, Terra?
You know, you and Dane and Beatrix. Like what--
You wanna know whose mouth goes where?
I can draw you a diagram. You can keep it by your bed--
No, that's not what…
-Never mind.
Ah.
The more it bothers you, the more he enjoys it.
Am I good?
Hey. Hold on.
-I just… I just wanna…
do that.
Take off your shirt.
-You first.
-Sky.
Sky.
Okay. All right. Okay, okay.
Oh. How bad is it?
Annoyingly bad.
Andreas is back to this fight-to-first-blood kick.
That's low.
Mm. Even for him.
It's fine.
I'm fine.
Have you heard anything?
About Silva's trial in Solaria?
I mean, there's supposed to be news soon, right?
I dunno. And I don't care.
Messy hair, short breath, empty suite.
Looks like clumsy vanilla sex is on the menu this afternoon.
Unless, snore, you're waiting for marriage?
What does Rosalind want?
I assume she sent her little helper 'cause she wants something.
I am not Rosalind's little helper.
-So, she doesn't want to see me? -She has a message about Silva.
They're sending him to Polaris.
Hm. So Beatrix wasn't lying.
The Frozen North? It's like a death sentence.
First Dowling, now Silva.
She could do it to my dad at any time.
Sam says he's putting on a good face for Rosalind. He's not happy about it--
Isn't what he did self-defense?
Andreas would've killed him if he didn't fight back. Who's his lawyer?
You think a courtroom drama played out? Bloom, this isn't the First World.
There was a tribunal, then a decree from the Queen.
But if your mum made the decree, can she not unmake it?
Even if we were speaking, she's not in the habit of changing her mind.
It's happening tomorrow. Andreas is leading the transfer.
We have to do something.
Historically, letter-writing campaigns have proved very effective.
But they take time.
I'm not so much thinking in the letter-writing campaign realm. I'm…
I'm thinking something active.
Felony-wise, going against Solaria is a pretty big step up
from anything we got into last term.
Going against Solaria is not something you get into.
Even if we thought we wanted to, the Solarian Guard is brutal.
-They're focused and they-- -And it's Silva.
He is our only other link to Dowling. To how things used to be.
If we let them banish him,
how long's it gonna be before they find a reason to do the same with my dad?
Just to be clear, we're talking, like, full jailbreak, right?
Obviously, we can't tell Aisha, because she will try and stop us.
Yeah. Bloom already told me.
If there's one thing I learned last term, it's listen to Aisha,
'cause she's… she's usually right.
For the record,
I was against releasing Rosalind because it was a dumb idea.
This, well, it's still a dumb idea, but at least if I plan it, it'll work.
So, care to put your magic where your mouth is?
It's a simple escort mission. Pick up the prisoner in Solaria,
bring him to Long Shore, where he'll board a ship for Polaris.
The Solarian troops will do the heavy lifting.
We're just back-up.
Will this be a problem for you? Seeing the man who raised you in chains.
Watching him get shipped off to exile?
I'll manage.
Unconvincing.
Next time.
What?
Are you serious?
Let's talk vulnerabilities.
The most obvious one is that I'm not coming.
Dropping blondie makes sense, but I'm actually useful.
Rosalind wants you here.
That's stupid.
Dismissed.
Never speak about Rosalind that way in front of other people.
-Whatever, I'm-- -Not whatever. Don't.
Rosalind wants you here because she knows how valuable you are.
Does she? 'Cause I thought once I helped her break out,
she'd give me answers about where I came from
and maybe teach me some secret fairy shit.
Instead, I follow her around with a clipboard like a fucking secretary.
I'm… I'm glad we're not in hiding anymore,
but at least then, I could do whatever I wanted.
It was just us for 16 years, Little Storm.
This was always going to be an adjustment.
Trust me, in time, she'll reward you.
What are you doing here?
It's embarrassing.
I'm listening.
I was looking out for Sky.
You mean you were stalking him?
Yeah, I said it's embarrassing.
Your shoes are embarrassing. Stalking is pathetic.
Look, you can't tell anyone, okay?
Please, I'm not a snitch.
But, like, go to therapy or something.
It's been months.
Jesus.
-Yeah, I know. Exactly. -Aisha.
Hawk Girl.
Mm.
That reminds me, are you heading to the river tonight? Or is it free?
Go for it.
You're always welcome to join me if you want another show.
I'm gonna audition new Speedos tonight.
Makes my eyes pop.
-Um, how do you know him? -He's Sam's roommate. How do you know him?
I don't. He's just annoying.
-Mm. I do feel annoyance.
-I also feel something like a tingle. -Stella just sent pictures of the route.
-Maybe tingle's not the right word. -We should figure out a plan.
-Like a warm, fuzzy-- -I'll drown you.
The closest the caravan will get to the school is 10 km or so.
Andreas's route has him crossing the river here,
but according to Terra, that bridge got burned out weeks ago.
The third years had a party, drunk Fire Fairy.
Nobody wants to tell the grown-ups.
We'll have to divert to this side road, which has more cover anyway.
-That's where we need to stop the caravan. -I can explode it.
Yes, or I could flood the engine.
Yeah, smarter. And quieter.
Musa'll let us know if anybody's suspicious.
-Human mood ring reporting for duty. -Then it's the Stella show.
She goes invisible, grabs the key and breaks him out. Can you manage?
Of course.
I just hope I don't hurt my back from carrying basically the entire plan.
Yes, Terra?
I just think we should take a moment to appreciate this.
All of us working together, despite what Rosalind's up to.
The Winx suite, a team.
Even Stella, who'll deny she's enjoying being part of the group,
enjoying being part of the group.
I just want us all to remember that, no matter how bad things get out there,
in here, things are good.
I spoke with the Specialist and fairy prefects.
Everyone was checked into their rooms last night.
Not that they'd squeal about a little graffiti.
The only ones unaccounted for are that couple, Ivy and Devin.
But they haven't been seen in days.
Do you know anything about that?
Only that neither were particularly promising students.
What are people saying about them?
The gossip has intensified.
The most ridiculous is you caught them outside school past curfew
and they're being punished.
Absurd. Obviously.
However, the fact that nobody has heard from them is moderately unsettling.
Especially when you consider the other missing fairies.
The twins you expelled.
You're following their case. If there's something to be worried--
Then I will let you know. With the rest of the students.
I can be more useful if I know what's going on.
You are exactly useful enough.
You're in the East Wing every night for hours on end.
There's a book in your office in a language I've never seen.
Gossip aside, it's peculiar that ever since you came here,
fairies from this school have started to go missing.
Incompetent fairies, sure, but even so.
Keeping secrets from me
is objectively stupid and a waste of my talent.
James, would you like to take a break?
Beatrix can clean the rest.
I know you've been busy.
But I wanted to know if we could talk.
Okay. All right.
Let's deal with this now.
Sixteen years ago, Rosalind ordered me into hiding.
Everyone thought I was dead. That was useful to her.
I couldn't reach out to anyone in my old life.
Including my son.
It wasn't personal, Sky.
It was an order.
Saul gave me this when I was little.
He said it was yours. Thought you might want it back.
Well, I don't know whose unbalanced piece of shit this is…
but it's not mine.
Day drinking, huh?
Wanna join? Riven's out for the day, so the place is all ours.
I can't.
I have to have a clear head. I have a… big afternoon.
Big afternoon?
-Silva…
-Actually, don't tell me. -Sky--
I… I know you well enough now
to know that I can't stop you doing what you wanna do.
If Silva gets sent to exile, he's not coming back.
Ever.
He's a part of this school. We need him.
Is that really why you're doing this?
You need him, Sky.
It's an avalanche of shit, Bloom.
If you succeed or fail, an avalanche.
And he's not worth it.
You look like actual dog shit, Saul.
And you smell worse.
I've been in jail for months. What's your excuse?
Even after everything, you're still just Rosalind's errand boy.
We both chose our leader.
But only one of us is in chains.
-Let's move out.
-Can you move your seat forward? -Your legs aren't that long.
-Can you not eat? Dad's funny about it. -I'll be careful, promise.
-Music. We need music. -No. We need Stella.
-That's probably her.
Grey?
How did he…
-Did you give Grey my number? -Okay. Don't be mad.
-Grey who? -Who's Grey?
You introduced me to Sam. I'm returning the favor.
-This is so different. -Distinctions and similarities.
Front of the car would like to weigh in.
-We have enough going on. Now this? -A guy you like texting?
-You like him? -No!
Never bet against a Mind Fairy.
He asked Sam for your number. Sam asked me.
Wait. This is Sam's roommate?
-Grey the Specialist? With the abs? -Abs?
My office. Now.
It's just so fucked.
This isn't some criminal we're talking about. It's Silva.
Once he's transferred, we won't have to think about it. Relax.
Do you really have no doubts?
How the hell do you have no doubts?
'Cause doubts used to be all that I had.
Do you remember how pathetic I was last year? How weak?
But then I met Beatrix, and then I met you.
-And now I know who I am. -Dane--
You're never gonna catch those kind of feelings for me, I know.
I'm still getting what I want out of this.
I know you are, too, so sit back and don't think too much.
Thursday the 2nd, 10 a.m.
Monday the 6th,37 p.m.
Courtyard.
-Wednesday the 8th, 7a.m. Canteen.
Motor court on the 10th.
The East Wing yesterday.
The list goes on.
I was wondering what part of "invisibility magic is off-limits"
was confusing to you?
Can we just say you've called my mum and she's on her way to punish me?
-She's not.
She's tired of rewarding bad behavior with attention.
You used invisibility magic to run away last year,
which is why she forbid it.
-She told me if you didn't listen--
What's that?
Take your jacket off.
I'd rather not do it for you.
This will prevent you from using that particular power.
It will also keep you on school grounds.
-We have to go. -We can't without Stella. She is the plan.
-We'll figure something out on the way.
What if I bloom a bunch of pollen and give all the guards allergy attacks?
Okay, no, ignore that. That wouldn't work.
Okay, no, wait, I've got another. No, wait. This is good, okay. Or, um…
No, this is good. What if Aisha makes them all need to pee at the same time? Brill!
No bad ideas in brainstorming, but maybe a breath.
I'll make sure there's not another way to cross the river.
Holograms. What if we use holograms? You and Bloom could create a mirage and--
Can you just stop? Please. My first plan was good.
We don't have time to come up with another.
It's okay. You got this.
I'm gonna take a look at the maps.
What did you just do?
I've gotten better at taking in people's emotions.
-I took the edge off her anxiety. -Without telling her?
If she knows I did it, it'll come back. It's okay. Promise.
It feels like a really bad idea.
Come on. We should help her out.
-Shit!
I think something got attacked. There was blood with purple in it.
Is that a thing here? Purple blood?
Everything's a thing here. I'll look it up when we get back.
Got it. Minor modifications,
but the first half of the plan is the same. Let's go.
With the bridge out, the caravan'll have to go north.
I'll flood the transport's engine.
Here's where it's tricky.
Without Stella's invisibility magic, we have to help Silva break himself out.
-Terra will get us the key. -Wait.
To keep moving,
they'll switch Silva to a less secure spot.
Terra's vines have limited range.
My water doesn't.
Timing is everything.
Then it's up to Silva.
-Nothing's happening. -He needs a distraction.
Can you pull gas from that tank?
What the fuck?
Stop!
Argh! Ah! Ah!
Saul!
Where is he?
He can't hold his breath forever.
He's calming down. We're good.
-How long can you hold him under? -Long enough for them to leave.
Let's move downstream. Either he'll surface or his body will.
The skullcaps are the last of them.
-What does Rosalind want these for? -Not our concern.
I'm sorry, but we are drowning here, dealing with hurt students all day.
She can tell us why we're spending our off-hours pulling random herbs.
I know, I know, I know. You're tired.
-I am, too, but best to put on a smile. -I'm not gonna do that, Dad.
Sorry, I'm not you.
And to be honest, watching you pretend, you look pathetic.
Sam!
I will not be spoken to like that.
Except by Rosalind? She can speak to you how she wants.
We need the room.
Course you do.
I'd watch my tongue.
Unless you'd like me to look a bit closer
into which students could possibly be responsible
for evading the guards long enough to graffiti the school?
I haven't expelled anyone in a few weeks.
I'm due.
But first, we need to discuss what happened today.
We need to talk about Saul Silva.
That has to be the most reckless thing you have ever done.
-I don't think that's very true. -Weren't you here last year?
Yeah. When Bloom went crazy and let loose Evil Headmistress.
What do we do now?
Take me to Blackbridge.
Right off the town square, my friend Sebastian owns a store.
He helped us take down Rosalind.
He'll hide me.
I, uh… I was getting a killer Airbnb rate on this place.
So I'll expect some form of compensation. All right?
Wine's good. Whiskey's better. Don't cheap out.
And, uh, as for this whole hobo situation, right,
it's from the '90s, but the blades are still good, so…
Just let me know how many bandages you need.
-Thank you very much. -Any time.
I'm with Silva in Sebastian's shop,
but I think it's best if you wait until tomorrow.
-But if you come down after training-- -I'm not going down there, Bloom.
Sky.
Please just talk to him on the phone.
Look, I'm happy you're okay.
I'm happy it worked out
and you got what you wanted, but I'm…
I don't wanna talk to him.
Give me good news.
We didn't find a body, so not the worst-case scenario.
Arrows right in the back. Fucking savage.
Then he did this sad-ass flop into the river.
-It was game over! -You think this is funny?
Sky! No, we were, um, just chatting.
Chatting? About a guy getting shot in the back?
Just messing around. Relax, mate.
-I'm not gonna relax. -Okay then, don't relax.
But I think we both remember what happened last time.
Sky! Get the fuck off him!
-Man…
Let me know when you wanna keep chatting, mate.
Hmph.
Sorry, Saul. Um…
Sky will come round.
When you were at the Capitol, did you hear anything about Dowling?
I've been trying my best, but the Solarian Army, they're giving up.
I wish I knew where she went, Bloom.
But we're not gonna give up hope just yet. Sebastian has a knack of finding things.
Mm-hmm. I'm, uh, I'm like a terrier.
But, like, you know, cooler.
Actually maybe a different dog. What dogs are cool?
So am I supposed to let it go? Go back to school and act like things are normal?
No.
No, because everything's… it's not normal.
You need to remember that, 'cause Rosalind will try to wear you down,
and you will forget what normal used to be like.
Meanwhile, it would appear that Luna
allowed Rosalind access to the Royal Archives.
-Shit. -What is it? What's in the Royal Archives?
-Ancient texts. Powerful relics. -The good stuff.
Mm-hmm.
Yeah, she's planning something. Something big.
This is all my fault.
All of it.
Dowling. You. Everything that's happening at Alfea…
…it's all… because I was selfish
and I wanted answers.
If I didn't let Rosalind out--
Somebody else would've. She couldn't stay down there forever.
But you're right about one thing.
Whatever she's up to,
it started 17 years ago.
And it started with you.
I didn't know your powers had that range.
-Neither did I. -It was amazing.
What the hell, Stella? You blanked us all day. We needed you.
I thought we were in this together. I did the speech.
Maybe let's not gang up before we know the full story.
I was on my way, but Rosalind called me into her office.
Apparently, I haven't been as discreet as I thought with my magic.
-Are you okay? -I'm fine.
It's fine. She just
gave me a warning.
You have a visitor.
-Where have you been? -Whoa there, killer.
Sorry, I'm just…
It's my dad and Rosalind and…
Sometimes, you're the only person who can make me feel better.
Come here.
-He's fine. -Didn't seem fine.
Give him some time to cool off, okay?
Yeah, okay.
Are we done with the emotional portion of this evening?
I've had a shitty day and I'd like it if you two'd help me forget about it.
It wasn't personal, Sky.
Andreas was flawed. We all are.
Sky isn't in there.
I'm sure that this looks extra pathetic.
I need a drink.
I've been scared.
That's why I've been holding back.
Last term I put my magic and my life over everything else,
and it didn't work out so great.
I may have a different opinion about that.
You're the reason I'm standing here.
Exactly.
No offense, but everyone in the school hates you and what you've done.
Ah.
The displeasure of the masses.
Do you know what happens if you listen to them? The mob?
Nothing.
Nothing happens.
Nothing of any significance anyway. Everyone gets fat and happy.
The world grinds to a halt.
Or they get slaughtered.
-That's bleak. -That's life.
The reality is,
I don't care that people hate me.
I don't care what they think. That's how I get shit done.
You care about something.
You care about me.
I don't wanna hold back anymore.
I told her I wanted one-on-one lessons every day.
That is a lot of Rosalind.
I'm gonna find out what she's up to. We're gonna use that to take her down.
Do you--
Do you, like, think I'm going too far?
Okay, so love you.
Genuinely. BFF.
But I can't be your moral compass, Bloom.
It's fun to say Aisha's always right, but that's a lot of pressure to put on me.
Don't worry. I'm not gonna stop telling you how I feel.
Can I ask about Grey now?
They are so hideous.
But?
-They're not uncomfortable.
Thing is, now that you have that gem, you can't just disappear.
So?
So you have to give a fuck about what you look like again.
Told your roommates about your shiny new accessory?
It's embarrassing enough that you know.
And a suite full of sympathy and pity makes my skin crawl.
No sympathy here. My situation is equally, if not more fucked up.
Oh, sorry. Are we having some sort of, uh, trauma-off here?
Because you really don't know the half of it.
-Think I'd win. -Help!
-Oh my God. What happened?
Rosalind.
Shit.