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Contents
Chapter One
Chapter Two
Chapter Three
Chapter Four
Chapter Five
Chapter Six
Chapter Seven
Chapter Eight
Imprint
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Chapter One
A new year at Glitterwings! Twink Flutterby flew eagerly over the flower-covered hill. Almost there . . . almost . . . and then, there it was! The great oak tree that housed Glitterwings Academy came into view, its leaves bursting with springtime. The tiny windows that wound their way up its trunk shone like pieces of sunshine.
‘Isn’t it beautiful!’ exclaimed Twink’s grandmother, flying beside her. She was accompanying Twink to school this term, as Twink’s parents were at a Fairy Medics’ convention. ‘I can see why you love it so much, my dear.’
Twink nodded happily. ‘It’s the most wonderful school in the world.’
Down below, a first-year student rode on a mouse, with her parents flying along overhead. The young fairy glanced up at Twink admiringly, and Twink felt very grown-up all of a sudden. She and her friends were Second Years now – not the babies of the school any longer.
Twink and her grandmother landed on the Glitterwings front lawn. Gran carefully patted her purple hair into place. ‘Now then,’ she said, ‘we just need to let someone know you’re here.’
Crowds of young fairies flitted about the tree like hummingbirds, chatting and laughing. ‘Twink!’ called a voice.
Twink looked up as a strikingly pretty fairy with dark blue hair and silver and gold wings landed beside her. ‘Bimi!’ she cried, delighted to see her best friend.
The two girls hugged excitedly, their wings fluttering so hard that they lifted off the ground.
‘It’s so good to see you!’ said Bimi as they floated back down to earth. ‘Sending letters by butterfly just isn’t the same. And guess what – we’re going to be in the same branch together!’
Twink felt a wide smile spread across her face. ‘Glimmery! Oh, we’re going to have such a brilliant term, I can tell already!’
‘Yes, excellent news,’ said Twink’s grandmother with a twinkle in her eye. ‘But have you a hello for me as well, Bimi?’
Bimi’s cheeks turned pink. ‘Oh – sorry, Mrs Flutterby!’ The term before last she had stayed with Twink’s family for part of the holidays, and knew Twink’s gran well.
‘Quite all right,’ laughed Gran. ‘Now, let’s get you sorted, Twink, and then I can fly my tired old wings back home.’
Their new year head was Miss Sparkle. The stern Fairy Dust teacher gave Twink a brief smile as she ticked Twink’s name off her clover-leaf pad.
‘Nice to see you, Twink. All you girls from last year are together again in Peony Branch, up near the top of the tree.’ Miss Sparkle turned away to check someone else in, her thin white wings almost transparent in the sunshine.
Twink’s gran gave her a warm hug, and patted Bimi’s cheek. ‘Have a good term, girls. Don’t get into any more trouble than absolutely necessary!’
‘We won’t,’ grinned Twink as her grandmother lifted gracefully off the ground. She and Bimi stood waving until Gran had disappeared over the hill, and then Twink scooped up her oak-leaf bag. ‘Come on! Let’s go and see our new branch!’
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The two friends took off at top speed. Giggling, they dodged past a group of older girls and jetted through the open double doors at the base of the tree.
Twink stopped and hovered for a moment, drinking in the beauty of her school. The inside of Glitterwings Academy was a high, golden tower, with branch-corridors shooting off in all directions, and fairies flitting about as far up as the eye could see. Twink sighed happily. She could never get tired of seeing this, no matter how long she had gone to school here!
‘Hurry,’ called Bimi over her shoulder, ‘or else we won’t get beds next to each other!’
Jolted out of her reverie, Twink sped to catch up with her friend. Up and up they flew, passing classrooms and sleeping branches as they went. Twink felt a slight pang as they flew past Daffodil Branch, where they had lived last year.
‘Good old Daffy Branch!’ said Bimi affectionately. ‘I’ll miss it, won’t you?’
Twink nodded. ‘It doesn’t seem right to think of anyone else living there. But I bet we’ll like Peony Branch, too.’
The trunk narrowed as they neared the top of the tree. ‘Look, there it is!’ cried Bimi. A large peony hung upside down over the branch entrance, its petals a rich, vibrant pink.
‘How pretty!’ breathed Twink as they landed on the ledge. She eagerly pushed open the door, and her eyes widened. Their new branch was beautiful!
It curved gently to one side like a beetle’s wing, with a whole row of windows sparkling in the sun. Green, mossy beds awaited each fairy, with a peony hanging over each one like a frilly canopy. Several of the other girls had arrived already, and were busy unpacking their things.
‘Opposite!’ shrieked a voice. A lavender-haired fairy launched herself at Twink like a whirlwind, hugging her hard. ‘What do you think?’ she demanded, jumping up and down. ‘We’re all together again!’
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.‘Hi, Sooze,’ laughed Twink.
Sooze had lavender hair and pink wings – the exact ‘opposite’ of Twink, who had pink hair and lavender wings. The two fairies had been best friends once, and Twink still liked Sooze, though she knew she had the best friend in the world in Bimi now. Unlike Sooze, Bimi could be counted on, no matter what!
Across the branch, a pointy-faced fairy with light green wings sniffed. ‘Well, I rather fancied a change. I told my mother that I wanted to be in Orchid Branch this term, but the school still put me in here.’
Sooze smiled impishly. ‘Why, Mariella, what a coincidence! We fancied a change from you, as well. Are you sure you begged and pleaded hard enough?’
Mariella glared at her and whispered something to Lola, the thin little fairy who was her only friend. Lifting their noses, the two fairies turned away, fluttering their wings grandly.
‘Some things never change, do they?’ grinned Twink. ‘Come on, Bimi – let’s take those two beds over at the end.’
She happily unpacked her oak-leaf bag, arranging the drawings of her family on her bedside mushroom. Her parents and little sister smiled out at her. Teena was very proud to have a big sister at Glitterwings Academy – and wild with impatience to start there herself next year.
Twink placed her thistle comb and a bottle of wing polish on her bedside mushroom as well, and then arranged her petal notepads in the bark cupboard beside her bed. ‘There!’ she said with satisfaction. ‘Are you finished, Bimi? Let’s go and have a look around before the welcome back session in the Great Branch.’
Bimi laughed. ‘Nothing will have changed in only three weeks, you know!’ But she shut her bark cupboard and the two fairies flitted lightly from the branch, circling downwards.
A crowd of first-year students were just making their way up the trunk, riding on the backs of grey and yellow tits. Twink had to smile when she saw them hanging on to the sleek feathers for dear life. She remembered how terrified she had been, clinging to the back of a bird before she learned how to fly!
‘Hang on, what’s that?’ said Bimi suddenly.
A crowd of fairies were hovering i
n the air, jostling together as they fought to see something hanging on the wall.
‘Let’s go and see!’ said Twink.
They struggled their way into the crowd, and saw a notice written on a large oak leaf:
Are you a fast flier?
Would you like to play for your school?
Then come to the
FLEDGE TRY-OUTS TOMORROW!
Fledge field after lessons.
Really good fliers only, please!
Madge Woodwing, Games Fairy
One of the older students laughed. ‘Poor Madge – she still hasn’t got over Glitterwings losing the Fairy Finals last year. She’s determined to put together the best Fledge team ever.’
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Twink stared at the notice. She had never played Fledge before, but she loved watching the high-speed game. It was probably a daft idea, but – but maybe . . .
Bimi clutched Twink’s arm. ‘Twink, you should try out!’
Trust Bimi to know what she was thinking! Twink looked at the notice again, and sighed. ‘I’m not a good enough flier, Bimi. I’d get laughed off the field.’
Bimi drew her away from the crowd. The two fairies flew slowly along, drifting downwards past empty classrooms. ‘You would not! You won the award for best flier in the entire school last year, didn’t you?’
Twink rolled her eyes. ‘That was only because I had just learned how! It doesn’t mean I’m good enough to play Fledge.’
‘You should do it,’ said Bimi. ‘You really are a good flier, Twink. And the worst they can do is say no, so why not?’
Twink hesitated as a flutter of hope stirred in her. ‘I don’t know,’ she said finally. ‘I’ll think about it.’
The Great Branch was the largest branch in the school – a long, high space with gracefully arched windows. Bright glow-worm lanterns hung from the ceiling, and rows of mossy tables were lined up and down its gleaming wooden floors, with a different-coloured flower hanging over each one.
Twink let out a contented breath as she flew in with the other Peony Branch fairies. Last term, she had thought the Great Branch looked like a garden at midnight, shadowy and mysterious. Now, in the pure, clear light of springtime, it looked like a garden at dawn.
‘There we are!’ she said, pointing to a table with a large pink peony over it. ‘We’re much nearer the back this year, aren’t we?’
‘That’s because we’re not little First Years any more – they don’t need to keep such a close eye on us,’ grinned Pix, a clever red-headed fairy.
The girls perched on their spotted mushroom seats, watching as the rest of the school flitted in. Twink glanced across at the Daffodil Branch table. The fairies sitting at it all looked terrified!
When everyone was finally seated, Miss Shimmery, the HeadFairy, lifted up from the platform at the front of the Branch. The school fell expectantly silent as she hovered above them, her rainbow wings gleaming.
‘Welcome back!’ she announced in her low, rich voice. ‘And to all of our new students, a warm welcome.’ She smiled down at the front row of tables. ‘We hope you’ll be very happy here at Glitterwings Academy.’
Miss Shimmery went on to make the usual announcements: they’d be expected to wear their uniforms from tomorrow, Flight lessons for the First Years would begin the next morning, no high-speed flying allowed in the corridors . . .
Twink looked out of the window. She couldn’t see the Fledge field from here, but she could picture it in her mind – a circle of grass with a forest of different-sized poles rising up from it. Each pole had a hole through it, and when they played, the fairies jetted through them at speeds that would make your wings sizzle. It was such an exciting game! Should she really try out, though? Her neck prickled at the thought.
‘Twink!’ hissed Bimi, nudging her hard. ‘Stand up, it’s the school song.’
‘Oh!’ Twink jumped to her feet. She hadn’t even noticed that the cricket band had started up! Hastily, she began to sing with the others:
Oh, Glitterwings, dear Glitterwings
Beloved oak tree scho-ool.
Good fairy fun for everyone,
That is our fairy ru-ule.
Our teachers wise,
Their magic strong,
With all our friends,
We can’t go wrong.
Oh, Glitterwings, dear Glitterwings
Beloved oak tree scho-ool.
The music ended, and Miss Shimmery raised her arm in the air. ‘Butterflies commence!’
A stream of brightly coloured butterflies floated into the branch, carrying oak-leaf platters piled high with food. The First Years gasped with delight. A blue and green butterfly dropped a platter of honey cakes on to the Peony Branch table, and another delivered acorn pitchers filled with fresh dew.
‘New term, same old honey cakes,’ said Sooze, drizzling nectar over hers from an almond-shell pitcher.
‘I like honey cakes!’ protested Sili, an excitable fairy with silver hair. ‘And anyway, isn’t it glimmery to be Second Years now? I feel so grown-up! Zena, don’t I seem more grown-up to you?’ Sili struck a pose.
‘Oh, definitely,’ laughed Zena. ‘No one would ever guess that you’re really a total wasp brain.’
As Sili squealed with pretended outrage, Bimi offered Twink a honey cake. ‘You were miles away a moment ago!’
Twink glanced at the others. They were still chatting loudly, not paying any attention. ‘I suppose I was thinking about the try-outs tomorrow,’ she admitted.
‘Well, you know what I think.’ Bimi’s blue eyes sparkled.
‘How were your hols, you two?’ asked Pix, leaning across the table.
Twink was relieved to change the subject, but later, as they were getting ready for bed, she whispered, ‘Bimi, do you really think I should try out for Fledge?’
Bimi’s blue head popped out of her soft cobweb nightgown. ‘Absolutely!’ she whispered back. ‘Do it, Twink!’
Twink hesitated. ‘Maybe,’ she said finally.
Nestling down into her moss bed, Twink pulled her petal duvet snugly around her. There was a window open, and the peony over her bed swayed slightly in the breeze. The inside of the flower was a soft, gentle pink, with bright yellow stamens curling at its centre.
Mrs Hover, the matron, bustled heavily up and down the branch. ‘All right, girls, lights out!’ The glow-worms faded, so that the only light was the moonlight angling into the branch.
‘Goodnight, Twink,’ whispered Bimi.
‘Goodnight,’ said Twink softly. It had been a long day, but even so she lay awake for a long time, gazing out of the moonlit window at the large, rustling oak leaves beyond.
Was she really a good enough flier to play Fledge?
Chapter Two
‘Rise and shine, my lovelies!’ In what seemed no time at all, Mrs Hover was back again, shaking a sleepy shoulder here and there. ‘Come along now, flitter-flutter. It’s a new term today!’
Twink opened her eyes. Sunshine flooded the branch, so that the peonies over each bed seemed to sparkle. How pretty! She sat up and yawned, smoothing her sleep-crumpled wings.
Mrs Hover appeared at her bedside, her ample arms full of still more peonies, in every shade of pink imaginable. ‘Now then, my dear, shall we get your new uniform fitted?’
‘Yes, please!’ Twink bounced out of bed. She looked forward to this each new term.
Mrs Hover chose a bright pink flower and held it in front of Twink. ‘Very nice. Goes with your hair a treat!’
Reaching into the petal pouch at her hip, Mrs Hover took out a pinch of fairy dust and threw it over the flower. There was a tinkling sound like tiny chimes, and suddenly Mrs Hover was holding a peony dress just Twink’s size, with stripy sleeves and a flu
ttery petal skirt. A bright blue petal sash completed the picture, blue being the second-year colour.
‘Glimmery!’ said Twink happily. ‘Thanks, Mrs Hover.’
Bimi’s new uniform was bright pink like Twink’s, and her blue hair gleamed against it like a river of bluebells. ‘It’s even nicer than last year’s, isn’t it?’ she said.
‘It’s perfect!’ Twink twirled in place, admiring her skirt. Then she popped her oak-leaf cap on to her head. ‘There you go – I’m ready for the new term!’
When Mrs Hover had finished with the uniforms, she stood in the middle of the branch. ‘Right! Who wants timetables?’
Twink clustered about with the others as Mrs Hover passed out the rose-petal timetables. She scanned her new classes eagerly.
Creature Kindness Continued: Amphibians and Reptiles. Flower Power II: An Introduction to Trees. Fairy Dust: Theory and Practice. Introduction to Weather Magic. Dance II.
‘Weather Magic – now that sounds glimmery.’ Sooze fluttered her wings with satisfaction. ‘And no more Flight lessons, hurrah!’
Twink grinned to herself. She had rather liked their Flight lessons with gruff Mrs Lightwing, but Sooze had been wild with impatience after the first term. Only first-year babies took Flight!
‘And look at all the free time we have,’ commented Bimi. ‘Hours and hours of it!’
Mrs Hover’s plump face beamed. ‘That’s right – you’ll be expected to take part in some sort of club or sport, now that you know your way around the school. Not to mention all the extra homework you’ll have!’
Gazing at the free periods on her timetable, an image of herself zooming about the Fledge field popped into Twink’s mind. She knew it was daft to even imagine it could happen, but – oh, it would be so ultra-glimmery to be on the team!
Bimi nudged her. ‘Well?’ she whispered.
Twink took a deep breath. ‘OK,’ she whispered back. ‘I’ll try out!’
When lessons finally ended that afternoon, Twink flew out to the Fledge field and hovered at its edge.
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