Bruno was the kind of person that everyone knew. Because he was brave and forward and helpful, most of the time a bit too much. He came across as silly or awkward but honestly? He didn't give a damn or he didn't notice. The sunlight glinted off his messy brown hair as he walked across Alfea's courtyard, the stone warm beneath his boots.

He had made himself known pretty quickly when he started at Alfea. Always around Sol and the rest of the Winx group, who seemed to be in constant conflict with the Trix. They battled each other or just pissed each other off, making Bruno and the others bend the rules to put it lightly. No other fairy fought on school grounds every other week like their group did.

Because of the Trix and Sol's opinions about witches in general, Bruno had developed a deep hatred for witches. The mere mention of Cloud Tower made his jaw clench and his magic flicker with defensive energy. He saw all of them as pure trouble. That's why he had been so shocked when Headmistress Faragonda called him into her office earlier that day.

He still couldn't believe he was tasked with showing the new transfer student around Alfea. A literal witch. The sweet scent of magical flowers in the courtyard did nothing to calm his frustration as he waited near the entrance, his arms crossed tightly over his chest.

Bruno side-eyed the new transfer student when they finally arrived, his posture tense. The gentle smile he had practiced in the mirror vanished the moment they left Headmistress Faragonda's office. "I will make it clear," he said sharply, his voice carrying none of the warmth typically associated with him. "If you have any ill intentions toward this school or the people here, I will drag you through the ground like I did with the Trix last week." His tone left no room for misunderstanding - he meant every word.