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You felt a shiver down your spine as the cool, frosty breeze prickled your cheeks. Lifting up one leg, you remove a shoe, then the other, setting them beside you on the rooftop, as you felt your face getting wet as glistening warm tears threatened to stream down.

Looking down, you could make out the glaring city lights and ongoing traffic far down below through your clouded vision. Despite your labored breathing and heart violently thumping against your ribcage, there was no denying the apathy you felt within.

You felt so numb, even when in the face of death. Letting out one last painful, sharp breath, you hovered one leg over the ledge, then jumped.

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“To perish in the process of artistic creation…

Truly…

there is no death more ideal…”

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Letting out a soft groan, the faint sound of scratching causes your ears to twitch. Just where exactly are you? Are you dead? How did you survive that big of a fall?

Your eyes fluttered open, only to be greeted by darkness as the scratching continued. Attempting to feel around, you quickly realize that you’re in a tight space, too narrow to move around freely.

You placed an ear against one side to try and hear what was going on outside. In situations like this, it’s best not to panic. Swiftly grabbing the bag still hung around your shoulder, you dug around inside, checking the contents, then sighed in relief upon the realization that you still had your phone on you.

You then pressed your ear up against a wall of the container holding you, checking for the noise. As you listened in, the scratching suddenly stopped, as you were then able to make out a squeaky, high pitched voice.

“I better hurry up and find that uniform before someone spots me…” What? You were utterly confused. And yet still, you remained calm in the midst of the bizarre situation you had found yourself in.

“Urgggh… This lid weighs a ton!” The voice groaned. “Try this on for size! Mya-ha! Suddenly, you began shaking, as there was a small thump. Then, you were met with bright lights which instantly blinded your eyes, causing you to cover your face in return.

You rubbed your eyes, then looked down to see a… feline-like creature? You freeze. It’s… quite adorable and indeed fascinating. You step outside, turning around to see that you were stuck inside a coffin. So, you’ve passed on?

Staring back down at the creature, you get a better look at it. Its grey fur, electric blue flames, and pitchfork shaped tail were all too irresistible. This only made sense. After all, your biggest weakness was animals, specifically, cats. You crouched down to its level, a grin creeping onto your face as it grimaced back at you.

“Hey! You ain’t supposed to be awake!” The creature huffed, as you ignored its complaints, too distracted by its adorable little pout.

Baring its teeth, the creature growled, attempting to look intimidating. “How dare you ignore me?! You’ve got a lotta nerve, human!” Aww, isn’t he such a cutie? The more you listen to him, the stronger your urge to squeeze him ‘til he pops.

“Listen here, I’m in a hurry here! Just gimme that uniform and be quick about it, got it? I ain’t got time for any games!” You nodded seriously, despite the fact you were internally cracking up at how silly this fluffy little guy was acting.

Before he could continue, you scooped him up, holding him tightly in both arms as he struggled, wiggling against your hard grasp. You hummed an upbeat tune, attempting to enjoy this dream while it lasted, especially since it happened to bless you with such an adorable little creature all to yourself.

“Unhand me, you foolish human! Myah! How dare you treat the great Grim with such disrespect?!” You stroked his soft, furry head, still holding onto him tightly with one hand as you let out a giddy laugh.

The creature, Grim, shuddered upon being captured by you, seemingly shocked and disturbed by your fixated expression and eerie smile. “Calm down, will you? I won’t hurt you… Grim, was it?” Despite your attempts at reconciliation, Grim still looked rather depressed, his smug facade wiped away after one small hug.

Now no longer caught off guard, Grim nodded, then went on about your uniform and how you must give it to him. Still a bit confused, you took note of your attire, which appeared to be the same as what you had last worn before waking up.

It was then you noticed the other fabric you had on– a silky, rich robe you could only imagine being worn by wizards straight out of a fairy tale! You were certainly in awe due to the beautiful golden embroidered detailing on the black robes, that in the moment you had forgotten the dire situation you currently were in.

You cleared your throat, brushing the nonexistent dust off of your skirt as you stood up. Whilst petting a now much calmer Grim in one hand, you strolled through the first door you saw, which led to a hallway. As you walked through the hallway, it led you outside, into a mystically enchanting yard which held a well.

Looking up at the emerging darkness in the sky, a frown formed on your face. While the dimlit night sky had added to the mysterious atmosphere of this newfound place, you admittedly never found comfort nor joy in the evening horizon, although finding it to be an alluring work of art nonetheless.

As you wandered inside a room, your mouth opened slightly in shock at the sight of the magical, surreal place. It seemed to be a library of sorts, as the sight of floating books had caught you completely off guard. “How amazing… This looks like something you’d see right out of a video game…” You murmur, the corners of your mouth coiling upwards into a grin, completely overwriting the scowl which had covered your face.

Then, your ears suddenly perked up at the sudden sound of a brand new voice. “Ah, I’ve found you at last. Splendid. I trust you’re one of this year’s new students?” You groan internally, disappointment coursing throughout your body at the thought of your time exploring with Grim being cut short.

Turning around, you notice the owner of the voice behind you. Half of the man’s face is covered with a mask resembling a raven beak. How strange. You cock your head to the side, feeling rather distraught by the man’s words. Still, you nodded, figuring it’d be best not to get on his bad side.

“My, you were eager to make your debut. And bringing a familiar with you without permission? That is a clear violation of the school’s rules. How troublesome for two stray little cats to roam around unsupervised.” Mm. You took note of what he had said, mentally regarding the fact you could now confirm your whereabouts, which was inside a school. However, you were a bit taken back by his choice of description for you.

“As if I’d-- Mmmrph!” Grim yelled out, before you cut him off by firmly placing a hand over his mouth. You could tell by the authority of the man that he was of somewhat high rankings, most likely a staff member. Being mindful of that, you made sure to put on your usual act, doing a complete 180 from how you just were with Grim.

“I see. Please forgive my imprudent acts, for I was unaware of such a rule. Alas, regarding this school and myself attending it… Will it rekindle the inspiration within me anew? If not… then I cannot say I am terribly interested.” Grim’s jaw dropped open at the intricacy of your words, along with the man before you. He rubbed his chin, as you sensed him tense up as confusion washed over him.

“Ah… I can promise you that our academy is plenty engaging for mages of all kinds! And as for your familiar, I will be able to look past it just this once, since I am ever so kind. However, this mustn’t happen in the future!” He cleared his throat, placing one hand on his hip. Upon your first impression on this man, it was safe to say he was rather self-absorbed, no?

“Now, back to the matter at hand. I must say, of all the students I have dealt with, you’re the first with temerity enough to open their own gate and step out of it. Does the very notion of patience elude you?” He sighed. “No matter. Your orientation has already begun. Let us return to the mirror chamber.”

You raised an eyebrow, uncertainty evident in your tone. “Pardon? What gate do you speak of, exactly?” As the man explained, you tried to make sense of what was going on here. Surely, this wasn’t your home, nor some kind of social experiment. And this was far too obscure to be a dream. Was this like an isekai? Did you fall victim to truck-kun?

“You awakened in a room full of gates, did you not? All of the students here at the campus arrived by passing through such gates. Although, typically the students have restraint enough to wait until I open them up.” He replied, his pitch turning to one of disappointment.

Ah. One thing can be said for sure; this isn’t Earth. You were going to get to the bottom of this. “My… familiar… blew the lid off of my coffin. Please do forgive him.” You held your hand firmly over Grim’s mouth still, stopping him from spewing out anything rash.

“The design is intended to symbolize a parting with your former world, and a rebirth into a new one.” Rebirth… A beautiful yet painful subject to touch on. You yourself view it as rather bittersweet, albeit still were interested in what this man was saying.

The man continued on as you hugged Grim tightly against your chest. “But now is not the time for such prattle. You’ve a student orientation to attend! Go on, make haste.”

As he attempted dragging you along with him, you snatched your hand back and then pulled on his shirt. “Hold on, now. Refresh my memory, please. Wherever am I?” The man looked at you with a quizzical expression, tilting his head to the side.

“Hm? Have you not fully regained consciousness? The timespace teleportation must have addled your memories… Well, these things happen, I suppose. I shall explain it to you while we walk. Truly, my magnanimity is boundless.” His pride sickens you. The audacity of this crow man was most definitely beginning to irk you.

As you trailed behind him, walking back outside to the courtyard, he cleared his throat. “This is Night Raven College. It is an institution for students the world over who demonstrate a rare aptitude for magic.” Ah, yes, college. You indeed had an unrivaled hatred towards school and the corrupt education system, yet this non-typical isekai and its truly captivating nature had you torn.

“It is the most prestigious academy of its sort in Twisted Wonderland.” How interesting. You presume that is the name of this nation. “So, there are other competing academies? Whatever are their names?” You replied, a hint of interest in your tone.

“Indeed. There are a few, such as the Royal Sword Academy and Nobel Bell College. Anywho, I am Dire Crowley. Having been entrusted with its care by the chairman, I serve as headmage.” You nodded along with him as he talked.

“You are eternally lucky to have someone as forgiving and kind helping guide you, fufu!” Disgusting. This man’s inflated ego is truly revolting– a failing grade unworthy of display.

The headmage stopped to look at you, crossing both hands over his chest. “Now that I have introduced myself, please also do so.” At that, you nodded, stating your name to the man, only to receive a befuddled expression and butchered version of it, spoken through stutters.

You sighed, deciding to take into consideration that names from this ‘Twisted Wonderland’ could much differ from your own. “Please just call me Yuu.” At that, Crowley smiled contentedly, seemingly relieved at the alternative.

Suddenly, Grim began protesting and yelling, although muffled by your hands still. “Mmfff! Mmmmmffff!” You clicked your tongue, displeased by the headmage and impatience of your furry companion.

After being interrupted by the cat, Crowley stopped in his tracks, as the three of you stood before a large wooden door, with a multitude of small mirrors carved onto its frame. A truly extravagant work of art! Turning to face you, the headmage nodded. “Now, let us attend your orientation.”

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As Crowley swung open the door, you, him and Grim watched as the students inside conversed. The room was enchanting, instantly capturing your attention.

Inside exhibited a gigantic hall with designs befitting that of gothic architecture. Along with that, there were floating coffins galore, and in the center, a fountain with a mirror hovering above it. You gushed at the alluring sight, admiring the bewitching structure.

As you peered inside, you couldn’t help but gulp at the sight of numerous students, all clad in the same robes as you. You admit that without Crowley’s expertise, (if you could even refer to it as so,) you surely would’ve thought of this to be some sort of cult, which was still somewhat part of your suspicions.

Your gaze set on a shorter boy with bright red hair that was speaking loudly to the crowd. Although he was a distance away, you could still make out some of his features, which were enough to cause your face to warm up slightly.

“We’re done with orientation and dorm arrangements? Alright, new students– let me be clear. At Heartslabyul House, I am the law. Break the rules and it’s off with your head!” He placed a hand on his hip elegantly as your mouth went agape. ‘Off with your head?’ You were definitely familiar with that saying. In spite of that, you instantly thought of the Daughter of Evil before Alice in Wonderland. Quite the otaku you are…

Not too far from the redhead, a beautiful man with braids let out a yawn. To your utmost surprise, sticking out of his hood were animal ears! Your mouth went dry at the sight. Do you think he’d let you pet him? Grim squealed as your grip on him tightened, your heart racing at the sight of the lion-boy. “Well, that ceremony was as boring as ever. I’m going back to the dorm. If you’re in Savannaclaw House, follow me.”

As you were silently praying to be put in the same house as the furry, your thoughts were put to a halt as your heart nearly jumped out of your ribcage at the sight of the next man who spoke up. His smug smirk, and oh, that voice. Apparently, the heavens were blessing you today!

“New students! Allow me to be the first to congratulate you on your achievement. As dorm leader of Octovinelle House, I am honored to have the opportunity to support you in what I hope will be a fulfilling campus experience.” Ahem. Perhaps returning to school wouldn’t be all that bad after all… It seems you made a hasty take on the situation, indeed.

You then sputter as an absolutely drop-dead gorgeous man caught your attention. Was this man a model or something?! He looked like the embodiment of beauty itself. “Hey, does anyone know where the headmage went? He disappeared halfway through the ceremony…”

A sudden voice from a floating tablet-like device spoke up, and although it was whispered, you were still able to make out what was said. “Some headmage he is…” You snickered internally at the comment, although remaining poised next to Crowley.

“Maybe he had a tummyache?” A boy with red eyes asked, holding both hands on his hips. What kind of prediction was that? Well, he might be lactose intolerant, you never know.

Crowley cleared his throat, ushering both you and Grim into the room, causing the spotlight to be on you. Great. “I most certainly did not!” The headmage sputtered as you glanced at him warily. Is getting a stomachache really that offensive to him?...

The redhead spoke up again, looking mildly annoyed. “Ah, speak of the devil.” At that, Crowley huffed, placing his hands on his hips as his lips curled downwards into a frown. “If you must know, I was searching for the new student who’d failed to show for orientation.” Not like you were supposed to be here, but still, you went along with it.

Crowley turned to you, as you felt hundreds of sets of eyes all on you. “You are the only one who is yet to be assigned a dorm. Step up to the Dark Mirror, and be quick about it. I’ll watch your weasel.” As he snatched Grim away from you, you bit your tongue, holding yourself back from saying anything rash towards the headmage.

As you walked up to the mirror, you felt your skin crawl as the face inside it spoke. “State your name.” This was creepy. So incredibly eerie, yet still, undeniably beautiful. This whole situation… It had your stomach in knots, and you were yet to complain.

Responding to the mirror in a murmur, you still felt uneasy under the gaze of all the strangers behind you. It was absolutely nerve wracking.

The mirror stared back at you, as your eyes shifted away from it. “The nature of your soul is…” It paused, its eyes widening and narrowed, then continued. “...unclear to me.” The entire room erupted, as Crowley’s voice could be heard above the rest. “What did you just say?”

You could feel a wave of nausea coming over you suddenly as the mirror went on. “I sense no magical power from this one. Soundless. Colorless. Shapeless. Utterly vacant. However, it is not without hope– I can sense a strong will and strength lingering deep within. Not only that, but this soul holds a weight so heavy, as it is far too unfathomable and incomprehensible for even I to imagine. A truly ideal soul. I can tell that this boy’s heart is pure and innocent. However, there is nothing more beautiful and terrifying than innocence. Therefore, I have concluded that no dorm would be appropriate.” Your eyes widen just so slightly. Is this supposed to be some sort of insult towards you? Or a compliment? You couldn’t quite tell.

Crowley gasped, shaking his head in disbelief. “Are you suggesting that the black carriage went to receive a person who cannot even use magic?” You could feel a migraine coming, this was all so excruciatingly chaotic. “But that is absurd! The student selection process has not erred once in its century of existence! How could this have happened?” Crowley went on, as you glanced at Grim wriggling free from the headmage’s grasp.

“Mmmph! Nnnrgggh…” The cat gasped, then held up a paw, yelling out. “ME! Let ME have this student's seat!” A slight grin crept onto your lips upon seeing the energetic kitty, relief washing over you as you managed to calm yourself down slightly.

A frown formed on the headmage’s face, as he shouted out, “Not so fast, you hyperactive weasel!” The audacity! You felt pity for the poor cat, being bullied and called names by some self absorbed crow. All he wanted was an education, poor thing.

“Unlike that human, I can actually use magic! So let me be a student here!” You nodded in agreement, after all, who are they to discriminate against adorable little kittens like Grim? “Look, I’ll show you! My spells’re the cat’s meow!” Grim took a deep breath in, as you could hear someone shout from behind you.

“Everyone, get down!” The red-haired boy had shrieked, as Grim had breathed out an ocean of flames, engulfing the entire room in electrifying blue fire. He ran around, setting everything aflame as the students began to panic.

“Maybe we oughta get out of here, Juice…” A dashing boy with fluffy orange hair and red heart makeup over one eye nudged the boy next to him, gulping. At the other guy’s words, the handsome boy with navy blue hair and similar eye makeup had scowled. “Not Juice, it’s DEUCE!” You admit you cracked a laugh at that one.

Unfortunately, your short moment of happiness was then cut short by Crowley. “Someone catch that blasted animal before it sets the entire school ablaze?” Is this guy serious? As headmage, it should be his own responsibility to take matters into his own hands. How utterly disappointing.

You noticed a boy with red eyes yelp, as the cat’s havoc had set his bottom on fire, causing him to run around like a chicken with its head cut off, wailing miserably. “Someone help! I’m on fire over here!” However, to your dismay, the others hadn’t even bothered to pay him any attention, having been far too immersed in the situation at hand regarding Grim.

Looking over to your right, you saw two charming guys with strikingly similar appearances, most likely siblings, who were strolling around without an absolute care in the world among the mayhem. “Uh-oh, Azul has vanished!~” One of them grinned, while the other responded in a more sophisticated and calm manner. “So he has, but where would he disappear to in the midst of all this chaos?”

You then heard a muffled whisper come from the floating device again, as its remarks again caused you to let out a laugh. “Scheming his way to better grades… He’s the GOAT.” They have slang in this world, too? Shocker.

Out of the blue, a flaming part of a large chandelier in the center came crashing down, as two students below it covered their heads in fear. Luckily, another person with animals had come rushing over and took the damage for them, wincing in pain before asking if they were okay. You were in awe of this man’s kindness, truly bewildered by the pure soul.

You then noticed the lion-man lounging in the midst of the chaos. “Tch… Dumb herbivores. Hey, Ruggie, wake me when it’s over. ” He shut both eyes, his tone lazy and tired, which you found rather relatable. Nonetheless, you still really want to pet his ears.

Responding not too far away, another person with animal ears let out a laugh, one that was by far the most unique and utterly attractive you’d ever heard before. “Shishishi… Sure thing, Leona. You relax.”
Next to Leona was the same beautiful blond man from before, his appearance far more intoxicating and endearing with his hood off. He smirked haughtily. “Oh? I thought you fancied yourself a hunter. Go and help yourself to that plump little morsel!” A scowl washed over the other’s face upon hearing the man’s remark, as he refused.

“Too much effort. Do it yourself.” Also quite relatable! You admit you were quite interested in these students after all. Not only were the majority of them extremely handsome, but also had their own contrasting personalities. It was magnificent!
The beautiful boy scoffed, letting out a snide giggle.

“Me, hunting? Goodness, no, how uncouth.” With a single flick of the wrist, you were positive it was as if a wall of roses bloomed behind him, like in all of those shoujos.

Your attention was then drawn to a striking man with a blond bob cut and thick french accent. “Beautiful. Monsieur Fuzzball est magnifique. Je suis vraiment impressioné!” His accent is indeed very hot, along with the next one you heard from a rather feminine looking boy who seemed quite annoyed by the chaotic Grim.

“Come on, now…” He sighed, then let out a yelp as Grim hurled a fireball at him. “Ugh… Cut that out, ya dang hair ball!” Ah, his southern accent truly was to die for. It reminded you of your days in the summer as a child, how nostalgic.

You turned back to the whitehead whose rump was still aflame, your gaze softening slightly. Rushing over to him, you pointed to the floor, a determined expression sitting upon your face. “Halt your running about and drop to the ground!” He yelped, doing as told, then rolled upon your command, covering his face with his hands.

As the fire then extinguished after continuous rolling, he then looked up at you with such gratefulness in his eyes, immediately beaming and pulling you into a tight hug. You laughed awkwardly as he showered you in thanks and compliments, as you placed a hand over your cheeks to conceal your now face, which now was flushed crimson red.

In the distance, you could fairly hear the tablet mutter something. “Damn, that’s max charisma points for sure. This guy’s no noob, lol…” Your ears perk up, as the voice piqued your interest yet again.

You broke your hug and walked over to the device, which made a surprised sound upon your approach. Waving your hand at it, your flushed expression was then replaced with a smug smirk as the tablet could be heard muttering something quietly in return.

Just as you opened your mouth to say something, you were interrupted by Grim’s shrieks, as he argued with the red haired boy who was approaching him
“You think you’re some kind of tough guy?!” Your eyes widened, mouth agape as you rushed over to the scowling cat.

“A monster intrusion… You have ruined our entrance ceremony, and for that, there will be consequences.” The boy exhaled shakily, obviously distraught by the taunting Grim, who let out a chuckle. “Hmm? Thought all of you were running away.”

The boy stopped in front of the cat, his glare cold as ice. “You misunderstand. I am judge, jury and executioner.” Grim scoffed at his words, jeering. “You talk big game for a little brat. Let's go, then!” He then blew out even more blue flames than before, that of which were headed right towards the redhead.

Instead of moving or getting out of the way, the boy stood there, arms crossed. You admit you were a bit shocked, as something deep down inside knew you couldn’t just stand there and watch. Not again. This time, you’d do something.

And so, you ran at the boy with all your might, pushing him down and away from the harm of Grim’s flames, wrapping your arms around him so that he wouldn’t take most impact as you fell onto the ground, on top of him. His mouth opened in shock, as you both crashed onto the cold floor, and you let out a grunt.

Your eyes slowly opened, as you felt a soft, tender sensation against your face. Or more specifically, your lips. The boy’s eyes were wide, as were yours, as you both took in the fact that your mouths were pressed together. It was then that the room went entirely silent, albeit the fact that most students had already evacuated, luckily. Even Grim had stopped his antics to watch the scene unfold before him.

Immediately moving off of him, you brushed your thumb over your bottom lip, which was still warm from his touch. You stared at the boy as his face paled before switching to a red brighter than that of his very own hair. From embarrassment or anger, you couldn’t tell.

He stood up, spinning around to face Grim, then clearing his throat. The cat smirked, choosing to make jabs at the incident that just occurred. “Hah! Looks like ya didn’t care about fighting me that much after all, eh?”

“Silence!” The boy’s voice boomed throughout the room loudly, causing Grim to yelp in shock. The red-haired student then uncapped a pen with a beautiful red jewel embedded on it, and waved it in the cat’s face. “Your sentence comes first.”

Grim whimpered, completely switching up from his previously complacent demeanor as the redhead went on. “Have you any last words?” At the boy’s question, the cat stuttered, before ultimately choosing to try and run off as he pointed his pen at Grim.

“Then it’s Off With Your Head!” Grim shrieked loudly as a heart-shaped collar materialized on his head, causing you to rush over to the cat, wrapping your arms around him as you glanced at the ranting boy. “The Queen of Heart’s Rule 23: ‘One must never bring a cat to a formal affair.’ Your very presence here is a violation of order. You will vacate these premises immediately.”

Your eyes narrow ever so slightly, gripping the collared Grim in your arms tightly. “Please cease your fighting this very instant. Why must you discriminate against my dearest comrade? Might it be that you feel as though he is unworthy or undeserving of getting an education? How disappointing.”

The boy’s eyes widen at your words, as his cheeks flush an even brighter red. “O-Of course not! Are you perhaps short of hearing? He has violated The Queen of Heart’s rules, and therefore must be punished, especially after causing such a ruckus!” He sputtered out as you then hummed knowingly.

“It appears that I have finished studying you.” You cleared your throat, deciding not to touch on the accidental kiss from before. “Now then, you can worry naught, for Grim’s intentions were far from ill, as he simply sought reason from your tiresome headmage. And for these rules you have mentioned, he and I both hail from elsewhere. It’s quite uncouth of you to treat foreigners with such utmost disrespect when they know no better.” As Grim opened his mouth to add on, you placed a hand over it once again, knowing very well that the troublemaker would most likely cause further conflict.

The redhead opened his mouth to retort back, then closed it, then opened it again. “I… see. Please refrain from showing such disrespect in the future.” He blushed, covering his mouth with one hand before swiftly spinning around and walking off as two other boys rushed after him.

You let go of Grim, placing him on your lap, giving him a soft smile. “Please do watch your mouth in the future, goyang-i. Knowing when to remain quiet is indeed a valuable skill to harbor.” Grim stared up at you with a confused expression as you gleefully stroked his head.

“You talk weird, human. Why did you help me out?” He paused, a smirk then forming on his face. “Ha-ha! It must be because you wanna be the great Grim’s disciple! Heh, I guess I can allow it.” Instead of growing agitated by the smaller being, you let out a heart laugh, nodding along as you then noticed a certain headmage approaching the two of you with a disheartened look on his face.

“Yuu! Was I not clear that you are expected to take responsibility for your familiar? Now discipline him properly!” You clicked your tongue, placing a hand on your heart as you responded to Crowley. “I am afraid that things simply got out of hand once he was prejudiced against by the students of this academy. Alas, he shall be punished properly by my very hand, do not fret.” You winked knowingly at Grim, placing your index finger over your mouth, as he caught on fast, nodding in agreement.

“Hm… Well, I suppose since I am ever so forgiving, I can let you off the hook again. However, you must control him better.” Crowley mused, before turning to the remaining students left. “Well, that was quite the unexpected fracas. I hereby declare that the orientation has concluded. Housewardens, please escort your students back to the dorms.”

He paused, scanning the room for someone, presumably. “...Hm? Come to think of it, I don’t see Housewarden Draconia of House Diasomnia anywhere.” The boy with lion ears, Leona, snorted. “And that surprises you? Dude’s a total recluse.” How curious. You find yourself slightly interested in this Draconia person, as they seem to hold an enigmatic aura to themselves.

The red-eyed boy piped up, a muddled look on his face. “Wait a sec… Did anyone even invite him?” As they conversed, you grabbed Grim again, slowly walked off into a corner, glad to no longer be the center of attention. “If you’re that worried about him missing out, maybe you should’ve told him yourself.” The handsome boy replied snarkily, causing you to let out a shaky breath, as you were somewhat entranced by his oddly addicting voice.

Scratching his nape, the red-eyed boy responded awkwardly. “Maybe, but I don’t know him too well either…” You could hear the other students around you mutter amongst themselves more about this Draconia man, only further piquing your curiosity.
It was then that the doors swung open, as another student strolled in, his tone of voice quite deep. “Ah, just as I’d expected. I figured I’d come down and see for myself whether Malleus had made an appearance. But once again, he was evidently not informed that his presence was required at an official ceremony.”

You somewhat pitied this Malleus, having known too well yourself how it felt to be constantly left out by those around you. And might you say, it stung. “You have my sincerest apologies. I assure you, this oversight was in no way intended as a snub.” The pretty boy with glasses responded, however, this wasn’t a single hint of any remorse in his tone. How unfortunate.

The same red-haired temperamental boy from before nodded along. “I mean, you must admit, he’s not exactly the easiest person to strike up a conversation with.” Nonetheless, it still doesn’t make such actions right. “No matter. All who were assigned to House Diasomnia, follow me. I just hope he doesn’t sulk about this…” The deep-voiced boy sighed, as you noticed Crowley approaching you while everyone left.

“Well, Yuu. This is a most unfortunate turn of events. I’m afraid that you will not be attending Night Raven College after all.” While your expression remained the same, you admit you felt a bit disappointed by his words. “Surely you realize that I cannot very well admit a student with no magical ability to my academy. But worry not. The Dark Mirror will see you safely home.”

He led you towards the mirror again, as you nodded, placing Grim down next to Crowley. “Now, step into the gate, and visualize the place from whence you came.” He then raised his voice dramatically. “O Dark Mirror! Return this soul to where it belongs!” Upon no response, the headmage cleared his throat.
“L-let us, er… try this again. O Dark Mirror! Return this soul–” He was then interrupted, as the mirror’s grim voice echoed throughout the room. “There is no such place.” Crowley’s mouth went agape in shock at the mirror’s response. “What?”

“There is no place in this world where this soul belongs. None.” You were afraid of this possibility, although not exactly disappointed by it. You did choose death for a reason, afterall. “How can that be? My, but today is a veritable cavalcade of impossible phenomena! This has never happened throughout my long tenure. I must admit that I am at something of a loss.”

“Tell me: From what land do you hail?” You nodded, stating your homeland to the headmage, only further confusing him. “I’m afraid I am not familiar with such a place. I am intimately acquainted with the origins of every student who has ever come here, and yet… This mysterious homeland of yours eludes me. Let us go to the library to look it up, shall we?”
You nodded, scooping up Grim and following him through the hallways again, eventually leading you back to the library.

As the three of you arrived, Crowley immediately began searching around for anything relating to your homeland, but alas, found nothing. “Just as I'd suspected. Nothing.”

You ran a hand through Grim’s soft fur, humming in response. “As is expected. Naught be discouraged, as I have come up with a solution. While this is not the most flattering situation… I am afraid that I have been summoned to this land from another dimension. Please do not fret, as I have some form of identification.”

Rummaging through your bag, you pulled out your wallet, which contained your driver’s license. Crowley examined it, before handing it back and shaking your head. “I’m afraid this is like no license I have ever seen before. It seems I must take it upon myself to provide you with some sort of home, as it would be unethical to expel you in such circumstances.”

He placed a hand on his chin, pondering for a moment. “Hmmmm… Ah! There is a vacant building on this campus. It was, in fact, used as a dorm a long time ago. With proper cleaning, it should be habitable enough. Out of the profound kindness of my heart, I will allow you to live there for the time being.” Again with the gloating, you see. Is it not the bare minimum to provide shelter to such an unfortunate soul in a predicament such as your own?

“In the meantime, we will investigate other ways to send you home. Dear me, but I am a gracious man indeed! A model educator, one might say…” You nodded, deciding to go along with the headmage, trying not to get on his bad side. “Indeed you are, sir… How incredibly fortunate I am to have such an ideal soul as my caretaker here.”

He hummed contentedly at your praise, a smile forming on his lips. “Indeed you are, Yuu! Now, allow me to escort you to your dorm straight away. It is an older building, but it has plenty of… character, one might say.” Oh? You didn’t mind that at all, you actually favored such buildings, as they had much more character to them, a passing grade in your eyes.

And so, you have tumbled into Wonderland, stuck with your only companion as a scheming feline-adjacent beast. Truly, you believe that this work of art will succeed greatly.

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The cool air blankets your body, causing you to shiver slightly. Crowley had led you a walk away from the library as he then creaked open a rusty gate, which led you to your brand new home. As you continued walking up the path, the three of you then arrived at the building.

While it was rather old-fashioned, you still found beauty in it, such as the intricate and spooky aura, but rather specifically the gargoyle statues on the outside walls. They were with such attention to detail, it was only natural to have caught your eye.

You turn to Crowley, giving him a delighted smile. “Great thanks to you again, headmage. This dorm is truly a beautiful piece of art. It passes with flying colors!” Grim deadpanned, turning his head to give you a blank look. “Seriously, henchman?... This is what you find beautiful?...”

Letting out a laugh, your grin widens slightly. “Why, of course. I, myself, find beauty in all things. Some just tend to have more elegance than others, dearest Grim.” You conversed happily with the cat before Crowley pushed both you and him inside.

The interior design of the dorm was rather comforting in a way. The vibe of the abandoned building made you feel at home, every aspect of it. From the ivy covering the cracked walls to the cold breeze sneaking in through the broken windows… It was all truly ideal. You set down Grim, then turned to face Crowley, who stood behind you both.

“This should keep the elements at bay for the time being. Now, I should return to my research. Do try to find some way to busy yourself. But don’t let me catch you wandering the campus! Ta!” You waved as Crowley left, leaving you alone with Grim. It was then that you felt a sudden cold sensation fall onto your head, as you realized it began to drizzle.

“My, it seems it has started to rain.” You walked over to a rather beaten up sofa, sitting down on it and patting the spot next to you, signalling Grim to come over. He reluctantly did so, seemingly bothered by the water dripping onto him. Nodding in acknowledgement, you removed your robes, placing it on Grim as a blanket, as it was far too large for the cat to wear himself.

He looked at you, and you could’ve sworn the cat’s eyes had gained another spark. Your lips curled upwards into a grin, as you proposed an idea. “Pardon, Grim. Might you aid me in searching for some buckets to use to catch any leakage?” He smirked, hopping off the couch as you followed the cat into the dorm’s hallway.

“Heh, requesting the help of a master sorcerer? Consider it done, minion!” You continued walking down the hallway, then suddenly halted as Grim stopped in his tracks. “AAAAAH! GHOSTS! GHOOOOOOSTS!” You blinked, slight shock overcoming you as three floating spirits emerged before you both, all of different sizes.

The larger one let out an eerie laugh as Grim gulped. “We haven’t had visitors in ages! Oh, I'm just itchin’ for new friends!” Your expression completely shifted to a slightly happier one. You waved happily at them, introducing yourself. “Ah. Greetings, it’s truly a pleasure. You may call me Yuu, and this here is Grim. I believe we just passed by a kitchen, so, would you perhaps join us for a cup of tea?” You pressed both of your hands together as the ghosts looked at each other in confusion, then smiled happily and agreed as they floated to the living room.

You walked into the kitchen, Grim following behind. “What was that for, minion?! T-Those ghosts… Why are ya try’na befriend them?!” You giggled, preparing a kettle and searching the cabinets for silverware. “Ah, goyang-i, they were here before us, it’s only appropriate to show respect! Or is the great Grim perhaps… scared?”

Grim’s jaw dropped, immediately jumping to ignore the allegations. “How dare you! I’m a master sorcerer, I ain’t afraid of any dumb ghosts!” You laughed again at his words, carefully balancing the kettle and teacups in your hands as you returned to the living room with the cat.

“So, what are your names, my undead friends?” You smiled warmly as each ghost introduced themself. The five of you chattered amongst yourselves, happily sipping tea and getting to know each other. You were glad that even Grim began warming up to them as well, as you were then interrupted by Crowley, who walked right in on you.

“Good evening. In another gesture of my immense kindness, I have brought you dinner.” He held up a bag, then paused. “Wait. What’s going on here?! You managed to… befriend the ghosts living here?” You nodded joyfully, gesturing to the three. “Indeed so. Please say hello to Arene, Beagle and Fang. They make for exquisite company.”

Crowley’s frown turned upwards at your response. “Ah! How wonderful. Anywho, regarding your situation… Because it was the Dark Mirror that transported you here, the school shall bear responsibility by allowing you to remain in this dorm, free of charge. But! You must pay for your own food, clothing, and incidentals.” He paused, a small smirk forming on his face.

“As to how you will do so, penniless as you are… Ah. Ah ha. Yes, a fine plan.” Oh, my. That mustn’t mean anything good. You frowned, placing a hand on your hip. “Go on…?” He cleared his throat, doing exactly that. “You shall do a few odd jobs around campus. I can tell from your work here that you’re experienced with using a broom. So what do you say to you two working together as a janitorial team?”

Not nearly as bad as you initially thought. You turned to look at Grim, then nodded. “It’s a deal.” You shook on it as Crowley’s grin widened. “Wonderful. Then I beseech you both.. To work hard as the newest members of the Night Raven College’s janitorial staff!” The ghosts cheered, and the headmage left soon after.

You turned to Grim, who was pouting a bit. “It appears you have taken my words into consideration. Wonderful. Jumping into battle with no armor is useless, I’m afraid. I’m relieved to see that you know to comply.” He scoffed, crossing his arms. “Yeah, yeah… I really wanted to be learnin’, though, not work as some stupid janitor!”

Nodding, you give him some words of advice. “I’m positive that when the time comes, you shall surely be given the chance to be schooled, simply be patient. Ah, it appears my clothing has stained…” You pause, picking up Grim and walking up the stairs, wishing the ghosts a good night.

“MYAHH! Where are you taking me?!” Grim grunted as you walked into the bathroom, turning on the bath. You gestured to it, as Grim’s jaw dropped open in shock. “No way! I’m not takin’ no baths!” Clicking your tongue in disapproval, you stopped the water and placed Grim in before stripping and joining him in the tub.

You smiled softly as Grim eventually got used to the water, now enjoying himself. “Not so bad, now, is it?” He pouted, then stopped to look at you. “Hey, henchman… Can I ask you somethin’?” You blinked at the request, curious as to what the cat wanted.

“What ails you, Grim?” Your heart nearly stopped as he pointed at the marks all across your body.
“What’s with all those scars? You’re covered head to toe in ‘em!” He stared at you with such innocence, unaware of the severity of his question.

“These scars? They are healed up now. Rather than that… shouldn’t you be asking what became of those who left them on me?” Grim smirked, raising up a paw. “Hah! You must’ve beaten them all up. As expected of one of the great Grim’s henchmen.” You chuckle, successfully masking the truth to your past injuries. You didn’t have the heart to tell him they were self-inflicted.

Later, after Grim had fallen asleep, you opened up your bag, taking out your phone. You turned it on, unlocking the device as your face fell upon the sight before you. To your dismay, the majority of your apps had been deleted, specifically all socials, which had been replaced by an app by the name of Magicam.

Opening it up, you are greeted with a layout suspiciously similar to an app from your own world, and as was the name. Shrugging it off, you created an account and decided to create two posts– one a picture of Grim napping that you had taken earlier, and the other a photo you had saved from a while back, where you were posing while wearing a cosplay from some niche horse-girl gacha game, as you had cosplayed one of the many female characters.

You had felt relatively pretty whilst cosplaying her, and so felt courageous enough to post the selfie. Checking the time, you let out a heavy sigh before crashing into bed next to an already asleep Grim, laying there for what felt like eternity before eventually dozing off.
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You were roused awake by sudden beams of sunlight shining through your room’s door as it was cracked open. “Hee hee hee… Aren’t the two of you supposed to be off cleaning the school today?” You rubbed your eyes, sitting up straight and looking at the ghosts before you, responding to their wake-up call.
“Indeed. Ruminate on your yesterday. It shall prove useful for extricating the present from woes.” They stared at you with confusion at your words as you let out a yawn.

Besides you, Grim covered his eyes, groaning loudly. “Mmmm.. Nngh… Five more minutes, Ma…” You must say that you felt a sense of paternal instinct upon hearing the cat’s words, causing you to pick him up, patting his head as you smiled ever so slightly.

“We brought ya both some breakfast!” The ghosts held up two plates, causing Grim to immediately bolt awake, drool coming down from the corner of his mouth. “Quite the little glutton you are, Grim. Well, eat up, it’s reassuring to see you having a good appetite.” You snickered as the cat scarfed down his plate, then asking before taking half of yours.

“Mmm… Now that’s some good grub!” Grim rubbed his now full belly, letting out a burp as you both broke into laughter. However, you were both then interrupted by the opening of your door as Crowley strolled on in. “Good morning, Yuu. Did you sleep well?” As you were about to respond, Grim cut you off, doing so before you.

“Not at all! When I sprawled out on the bed, the mattress fell right through the frame! Exactly how ramshackle IS this dorm?” You shake your head at the cat’s complaints, sharing your own views on the dorm. “I find the dorm to be more than enough, so I suppose our opinions differ. What’s not to like about friendly roommates and breakfast served to you in bed? As for my sleep, it was fine.”

Crowley nodded, moving onto your new job with Grim. “Now, let us discuss your assignment for today.” You and Grim both followed behind the headmage as he led you into the lounge again. “Your job today is to clean the campus. That said, the campus is vast, and without magic, it’d be quite the Herculean task to clean it all.”

You couldn’t help but wonder if the school had a shortage of workers of some sort. It was rather pitiful that a so-called prestigious academy was picking up strangers to do its cleaning duties. “Therefore, today I’ll have you focus on the area spanning from the front gates to the library. Now, Yuu… I do expect that you’ll keep a close eye on Grim, lest he cause another incident like yesterday.” You pondered the man’s word for a moment as Grim huffed in response.

“I see. I shall keep him under control, as I trust you’ll keep your end of the deal as well. Now, I shan’t keep you from your work, I am sure you are a busy man indeed. We shall begin our work now.” You nodded at Grim, gesturing to the door and walked off with him as he pouted.

“Hmph. I don’t wanna clean nothin’! I wanna study magic!” You sighed, smiling at the cat. “Remember my words, dearest Grim. Let us commence– now, to the front gates we shall head to.” The cat grumbled as he complied hesitantly.

As the two of you began on your walk, you pulled out your phone, your jaw dropping to the floor as you saw the hundreds of thousands of notifications you had received, all from Magicam. Immediately opening the app, you were hit with like after like again, receiving follows from far over ten grand!

Opening the comments on your cosplay post, everyone was praising you, despite most not knowing the character. You found it a bit funny how there was such a large amount of men finding you attractive, especially since they hadn’t realized your gender. You were still flattered, nonetheless.

It was shocking to think so many people viewed you in such a light, as you had a history of being treated the opposite. Still, you were happy. Opening your DMS, you ignored most of the requests. However, one of them had caught your attention– One request from the user “Gloomurai”

Opening Gloomurai’s DMS, you cocked an eyebrow as you read their message. It was from the younger brother of the account’s owner, explaining his older brother’s love and dedication to the game and how he was too shy to express his fondness of your cosplay. It was rather adorable!

Accepting the DM request, you messaged Gloomurai your user ID, which he requested. You weren’t all that taken aback by the situation, as it’d been a while since you’d found someone who also enjoyed the game, and were glad to know it was also playable even in another world.

Grim tugged on your shoe, causing you to halt as the cat looked up at you eagerly. “We’re here, henchman!” You looked up, placing your phone in your skirt pocket as you admired the beautiful statues amongst the path. “So, this is Main Street, then?”

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Grim beamed alongside you as you both stopped to admire the beautiful works of art, when the sound of someone approaching caught your attention.

Unfortunately, Grim was yet to notice. “This is incredible! I didn’t get to see it much yesterday. What’s the deal with these seven statues? All their faces look pretty scary.”

You hummed in response, amused by the cat’s words. “Mm. I find them to be… passable works of art. It sparks a fire within my heart; perhaps I shall make my next piece a sculpture as well…” Grim querked an eyebrow at your response, seemingly confused. “What’re you muttering about, henchman?... Hey, look at this lady over here! She looks like she’s got some reaaal anger management issues.”

The cat pointed to the statue of the larger sized lady who wore a crown atop her head. Your head turned towards the boy with fluffy orange hair who you’d noticed the evening before. “You don’t know the Queen of Hearts?” You cocked your head at the charming boy, bemused by his question.

“Hm? Is she the ruler of this land?” The guy shook his head in response, turning to look at you as he then suddenly froze. You blinked as the now shocked boy snapped out of it, staring at you with his mouth agape. “You… What’s a girl doing on campus?!”

You turned around, seeing if he was talking to someone else behind you. You narrowed your eyes at the boy as Grim burst out laughing, rolling around on the ground as tears filled his eyes. The boy looked at you, confused as you shrugged, not bothering to correct him. “Pay no mind to my familiar. Who might you be?”

He looked at you with a grin, his tone shifting to a more energetic one. “Name’s Ace. I’m a first year student here, as of… today! Pleased to meetcha!” You nodded in response, as Grim ceased his fit of giggles to introduce himself.

“I’m Grim! I’m a prodigy who's plannin’ be, like, the greatest mage who ever lived. That there’s my far less interesting hench-human.” You placed a hand on your chest, introducing yourself to Ace. “Ah, but please do refer to me as Yuu. That’s what most call me around here.” You added, remembering Crowley’s response to your name.

Ace placed a finger on his chin, pondering something as Grim snickered again. “Hah! Henchman got called a girl, heh.” You sighed, crouching down and flicking Grim’s forehead lightly. “It truly isn’t that funny, Grim…”

Grim scowled, playfighting with you back. “Hey! Henchman! Show some respect to the Great Grim!” Ace shook his head at the sight, pointing at the cat with narrowed eyes. “Don’t you think it’s rude to hit a lady like that?” Grim and you paused to share a look. Had he still not realized it?

Ace placed a hand on his hip while Grim continued to hold back laughter. “You two are the ones who turned orientation into such a fiasco, right? The one summoned by the Dark Mirror who can’t even use magic, and the monster no one summoned at all.”

Ace smirked while Grim pouted at the other boy’s words. “Honestly, it took everything I had not to burst into laughter right in the middle of the ceremony!” Grim’s frown deepened, his voice rising. “H-hey! You don’t gotta be a jerk about it!”

Letting out a snort, Ace shook his head. “So in the end, neither of you got admitted, and now you’re janitors? Ahahaha! SO lame!” Grabbing Grim, you secured him in your lap, aware of the temperamental cat’s sensitive ego. “Hey, Grim. Calm yourself this instance.”

“And you’re both so clueless, too! You don’t know who the Great Seven are! Maybe before you try getting into the academy again, you ought to take a second crack at kindergarten?” Grim growled as you shushed him, then setting him down and moving closer to the boy.

“It’s truly a shame… And here I thought you to be an attractive young man worthy of asking out. How disappointing!” You jabbed a finger in his face, both of your chests touching as your faces were inches away from each other. You could feel his hot breath against your cheeks.

Ace squeaked, and you swore you saw a faint blush dust his face. “Ask out… me?” He shook his head aggressively, pointing at himself and stepping back as he laughed nervously. “Well, unlike you guys, I actually have classes to get to, so I’ll let you get back to picking up trash. Bye!”

The boy started running at full speed down the path as Grim passed by you and started dashing after Ace. “Myuh-uh! You ain’t walkin’ away from me! It’s too late for that! Myaaaah!” Grim then blew his blue flames at the boy, causing him to yelp. “Woah!”

Grim smirked, placing both paws on his hips. “No one makes fun of Grim, Master of Fire! I’m gonna make that explodey-head of yours explode all over again!” Just how many self-proclaimed titles did Grim have? You sighed heavily as the two began bickering once again.

“Explodey-head?! You wanna throw down with me, shorty? You got some guts. You wanna talk hair, huh? I’m gonna shave you like a toy poodle!” As Grim attempted to attack with his flames again, Ace deflected it with another spell.

“Oh-ho! How do you like that?” Grim faltered, taken aback by the other’s attack. “H-hey! His magic winds are blowin’ my fireballs off course! No fair!” You began contemplating whether or not you should step in as other students began gathering nearby, cheering on Ace as he used his wind magic to take on Grim.

“Awww… Can’t hit me with your little fireballs?” Grim growled, ready to fight. “You better believe I’m about to! Take that!” Grim charged at Ace, unleashing his breath of fire at the other, who deflected it with his wind again, causing the flames to spiral and head towards one of the statues as it was then burnt to a crisp.

Ace gulped, shocked by the predicament. “The Queen of Heart’s statue looks like it’s been flame-broiled!” You approached the two, noticing Grim also looking remorseful. “That’s your fault for tryin’ to divert it! You should just let it burn you to a crisp!” You cock your head, not making sense of the cat’s logic.

“Who in their right mind would ever do that?!” Ace gulped as you noticed a familiar face approaching the three of you. “What is going on here? Cease this at once!” Lo and behold, there in front of you now was none other than the headmage, looking very distraught.

You stepped forward, addressing him with formality. “Headmage, how delighted I am to see you! This cur had interrupted Grim and I’s work, attacking us and provoking my dearest apprentice, causing this statue’s demise.” Picking up Grim, you feigned innocence, not exactly twisting the true story, just rewording it a bit.

Ace’s mouth opened in shock as the headmage turned to him, glaring down with a disappointed expression. “Is this true, young man? You’ve charred one of my statues! There will be consequences for this.” The boy wailed, pleading to Crowley. “No! Forgive me!”

“And you, Yuu. Nonetheless, you were specifically told to keep Grim under control!” You winced, realizing there was still no being excused from punishment. “My apologies, sir…” Shaking his head, Crowley pointed at Ace. “This will not do. And you! State your name and grade.”

The boy’s expression turned to a defeated one as he gave in. “Ace Trappola… Freshman.” The headmage crossed his arms across his chest, declaring your penalty. “Then listen well, Trappola. You too, Grim and Yuu. As punishment for today’s infractions, you are hereby ordered to wash a hundred windows!”

Nodding in response, you clutch Grim tighter, signalling him to refrain from any backtalk. “Understood, sir. Thank you for being so merciful. We shall begin right away.” Ace’s eyes widened, his voice rising noticeably. “Whaaat? A hundred windows?!”

“Of course. You will meet in the cafeteria after class. Are we clear?” Ace sighed, muttering a “Yes, sir,” before walking off to class. You and Grim went back to work as he mumbled complaints under his breath.

-

After finishing cleaning the statues, you and Grim arrived at the empty cafeteria, ready to begin cleaning the windows. “I’m already exhausted from a full day of cleanin’. I can’t believe we still gotta wash a hundred windows!” You yawned, also feeling a bit tired.

“I understand, yet we must commute to clean up. I recommend you learn from this experience, goyang-i. It shall prove useful in the future, as I have said before.” Grim groaned, barely acknowledging your suggestion. “Yeah, yeah… What’s buggin’ me is that Ace ain’t even here yet! To make us wait, after what he did..” He growled, a pout forming.

You both waited for about five more minutes, yet there was still no sign of Ace. “...And now he’s super late! I bet he up and bailed on us!” Grim scowled as you nodded in agreement. “Ahh… Dear. Shall we search for him?”

Grim nodded, letting out huff. “Ain’t no way am I doin’ his punishment for him! C’mon, Yuu, I don’t care if we gotta drag him kickin’ and screamin’, he’s washing those windows!” And so, both you and Grim rushed to the nearest classroom, looking for the other boy.

“Hey! Ace! Get over here! Try to hide from me, will ya!” Grim shrieked, only to be met with no response, as the classroom was empty. “Huh… Maybe there’s really no one here?” You and Grim’s eyes then widened as you were met with a floating painting before you. And not just that, it spoke!

“Oh, I wouldn’t say that, I’m here.” Grim jumps, seemingly startled, whereas your eyes lit up. “My! What an utterly gorgeous piece of art, a truly passing grade! The painter who created you must truly be a genius.” You paused, remembering what you had come here for. “Pray tell, could you perhaps indulge in a request of mine? Have you by any chance seen a handsome boy about yea tall, with messy hair and a heart drawn over his eye?”

“Indeed I shall. I believe I know the one. A new student, I believe? Today was his first day at school. I think he went back to his dorm a while ago.” The painting's response caused you to grin, whereas the cat next to you fumed with rage. “Myaaah! So it’s true! He’s tryin’ to ditch us! Do you know which way he went?”

“The door to the dorms is in the eastern building.” You nodded, then thanked the painting for its help before turning to Grim, who scowled. “Let’s chase after him, Yuu!” Humming in response, you agreed as the two of you then parted ways with the painting, rushing towards the eastern building.

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Entering the room the painting instructed you to go to, you were greeted with 7 different doorways, each with a mirror. Not only that, but none other than Ace Trappola, who was murmuring to himself. “Yeah right, like I’m gonna wash a hundred windows. I’m just gonna go back and–”

Grim ran over to the boy, giving him a murderous glare. “AHA! GOTCHA, PUNK!” The cat yelled out, causing Ace’s eyes to widen in shock. “Damnit, they saw me!” He then made a run for it, dashing off out the door and down the hallway.

“Stop right there, pal! No fair gettin’ a head start! Wait!” Grim growled as you both rushed after him. “Who in their right mind would ever wait?! Seeya!” Ace stuck out his tongue, only further agitating the cat.

“No way are you gettin’ out of this! You think I WANNA wash windows?” Grim fumed as you began slowing down, unable to catch up with the agile boy. “...Hm?” A boy you recognized from orientation turned around as Ace suddenly pushed him aside.

“Outta my way!” He shoved the boy to the ground, causing him to wince in pain. “Hey! What gives?!” You take a moment to catch your breath, stopping to help the boy up. He was rather cute, with dark blue hair. “Are you alright?...”

The boy fluttered his eyes open as he looked up at you, suddenly pausing. “...Pink,” He muttered, causing you to cock your head in confusion, before darting your eyes down to your skirt, immediately flushing and blocking his view with a hand.

He immediately widened his eyes, apologizing profusely. “I-I’m so sorry! I didn’t mean to–” You shook your head, helping him up. “Apology accepted. Would you perhaps mind helping me out with something? I appear to be in a bit of a predicament at the moment.”

The boy nodded in response, a bit flustered still. “You see, that boy who pushed you aside is currently shirking his cleaning responsibilities, leaving all the work to me and my familiar,” His face contorted to an angrier one at your explanation. “What? That’s not right!” You nodded, then continued.

“I am rather low on stamina compared to them, so if you could perhaps cast a spell to stop him, it would truly mean a lot.” He querked an eyebrow, contemplating your request. “You want me to cast a spell to stop him? Like, freeze his legs? Or bind them with a rope? Or maybe I could… Hmm… No…”

You sweatdropped as Ace began speeding up, growing further from you with each step. “Anythig is fine! Just please make haste…” His eyes widened as he then looked quite determined. “Anything?! Anything, huh… All right! I summon thee… something heavy!”

Then, before your eyes, a large cauldron was conjured, crashing down onto Ace, halting him in his escape. “Bwaaah?! Wha?! A pot?!” The two of you walked over to the boy as Grim snickered at his little predicament. “Look, Yuu, look! That Ace guy got crushed beneath a giant cauldron! It squashed him flat! Ahahaha! That’s what you get!”

“Indeed he did, Grim, indeed he did,” You mused, whereas the boy next to you looked rather disappointed. “A cauldron?! I wasn’t expecting that. I may have overdone it this time…” A smirk suddenly smirked, an idea coming to mind as you looked at the blue-haired boy.

“Nonsense. I am forever thankful for your assistance.” You grinned, promptly leaning closer into his face, planting a kiss on his cheek. The boy instantly went red at this action, whereas Grim and Ace looked shellshocked. “I- Wha- Why?!-” He stuttered as you giggled in response.

“Consider it a token of my appreciation.” You playfully nudged him in the side while Ace groaned, still trapped under the heavy weight of the cauldron. “Are you done flirting? Owww… Why’re you bothering me anyways?! You guys coulda just banged out the work yourself!”

You shook your head, crossing both arms over your chest. “Headmage’s orders. Or shall I report this to him?” Ace shook his head in defeat, whereas the boy next to you turned to face you, his face contorted with shock. “You have to wash a hundred windows as punishment? What the heck did you do?!”

Before you could give him a response, Ace spoke up. “I was just screwing around with that furball a little.” You and Grim shared a look as he huffed. “...Okay, and the statue of the Queen of Hearts got a teeny bit charred. Sue me.”

“You damaged a statue of the Great Seven?! No wonder he flew off the handle at you! After you managed to get into THIS school, how could you get into trouble on the very first day?!” The blue-haired boy blurted out as Ace whined. “Oh, shut up. Who are you, anyway?”

“My name is Deuce. Deuce Spade. Don’t you remember your own classmate? Uh…” Ace sighed, wriggling out from under the cauldron. “You don’t remember my name either, do you?” Well, it’s only the first day.

“That’s not the point! You shouldn’t try to shirk an order from the headmage!” Deuce said, chastised him. “Yeah, yeah, message received… Fine, let’s bang out the windows already.” He turned to you, suddenly looking confused upon noticing the absence of a certain cat.

“The furball! He’s gone!” Ace raged, noticing a snickering Grim running off. “I’ll let you two handle the rest! See ya, suckers!” You sighed, not at all surprised by his behavior at this point. “It is as I expected. How disappointing.”

Ace scoffed, pointing an accusatory finger at the cat. “You caught me so YOU could run away yourself?!” He turned to Deuce. “Hey! You there! Uh… Juice?” You snickered, unable to hold back a laugh. “My name isn’t ‘Juice.’ It’s Deuce! With a D!”

“This is partially your responsibility, you know! So help me catch that little furball!” Ace retorted, glaring at the now confused boy. “How is this my responsibility?!” The ginger rolled his eyes, gesturing to you. “That useless janitor girl can’t use magic. That means this is up to you and me!”

“Your words truly wound me, Ace.” You feigned hurt as the two boys chase after the cat as he rushes further down the hallways. “You better stop right there, furball!” Ace stormed, pointing his magical pen at the cat.

“Make me, explodey hair!” Grim sneered, doing a little dance before running off again. “Then a game of cat and mouse it is! Follow me, Juice?” Surely, he was mispronouncing his name on purpose at this point. “How hard is it for you to say my name right?!”

They finally caught Grim at a dead end, causing the cat to shriek. “Ack!! I got nowhere to go–!” Ace smirked, looking down at Grim while you trailed behind, trying to catch up. “One more push, and we’ve got this in the bag…”

“If I stop him with my magic!” Both Ace and Deuce exulted, before Ace frowned. “Hey, could you NOT steal my schtick? Step off!” Ace badgered, causing Deuce to argue back. “Or you could just stay out of my way!”

While the two bantered, Grim sought the opportunity to make his escape whilst you began nearing the duo. “Woo! Now’s my chance!” Grim cheered, beginning to run off as Ace suddenly ceased his argument, noticing the cat’s absence. “Hey! WAIT!”

The two raced after the cat, then leaving you in the dust yet again.”Don’t forget! You gotta wash all 100 windows by yourself if I catch you. You said so!” Both stopped casting spells as Grim paused as well. “Nuh-uh! I did not!”

Grim denied, while Ace glanced at Deuce. “Match the timing of your magic with mine, Deuce!” The boy cast another spell at Grim, frowning in confusion. “Huh?!” Ace pointed at Deuce, shaking his head. “Were you even listening?! That was way too soon!”

While the two quarreled, Grim yet again managed to escape, scampering off, leaving the two boys shocked. However, you had caught up, joining the two in the chase once again, eventually catching him in the cafeteria as the cat began jumping up and down, climbing up onto the large chandelier above you.

“Argh! Stop jumping around like that!” Ace commanded, whereas Grim let out a laugh. “Hehe! Catch me if you can!” Deuce scowled, before his expression changed to a lighter one. “No fair climbing up onto the chandelier, you coward! I haven’t really learned flight magic yet… What could I summon to hold onto him…? Hmmm… Oh! That’s it!”

Deuce grinned, turning to face Ace. “Did you come up with somethi- Oh, hey! Stop! What are you doing?! Why are you pointing your pen at me?!” The boy sputtered as Deuce explained nonchalantly. “Because I’m going to launch you.”

Your ears perked up, suddenly interested. “My, what a twist, Deuce…” You muttered as Ace suddenly began floating. “Are you kidding me?! Bwaaaah! Put me down! Seriously, do not launch me! Abort! ABORT!” Deuce, however, ignored the boy’s protests.

“Just make me sure to grab him tight. I’ve got him in my sights, and… Go!” With a flick of his pen, Deuce sent Ace up at the chandelier, causing it to come crashing down. “MYAAAAAAAAH?!” Grim cried as you gawked at the scene before you, knowing the headmage would most definitely be on your case after this.

“I cannot believe you just did that!” Ace coughed as Grim moaned in defeat. “Oh, right! I probably should have come up with a way to soften your landing after you caught him…” Deuce mused, while you placed a hand on his shoulder in reassurance.

“Please worry not, Deuce. Your performance of wits was spectacular. I admire your quick thinking.” You smiled softly, causing the boy to stutter out, a bit flustered by your sudden touch. “Y-yeah…! Thanks!” You nodded, then froze, hearing footsteps approaching, aware of what would happen next.

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You all turned around to see Crowley looking quite dismayed. “Ah! Headmage Crowley…!” Ace exclaimed, sweat dripping down his face as you debated whether or not you should step in. “YOU. THREE. AGAIN. What have you done this time?!” Crowley shouted, gesturing to the shattered chandelier.

“Myaaah… Everything’s spinning....” Grim said groggily, still injured from the chandelier as the headmage stared at you all with such fury. “Burning a statue wasn’t enough for you? Now you’ve destroyed a chandelier?! Enough. All of you are expelled.” Your jaw went agape as Ace, Deuce and you responded in unison.

“Whaaaaaat?!” Deuce’s expression changed, as he began fretting anxiously. “Headmage, please! Give me a second chance! I can’t get expelled from this school! I need to be here!” You couldn’t help but feel pity for the boy, however, Crowley was having none of it. “Then blame yourself for your own foolish behavior.”

Shaking your head, you decided to butt in. “Sir, please have mercy upon him. It was I who requested his assistance in catching Grim, therefore I shall take whatever punishment you give me.” Ace looked at you with gratitude, and then defiance.

“Please, don’t! It’s partially my fault as well…” You shook your head, then noticed Crowley clapping his hands together. “Brilliant! Sticking up for your friend, even taking the blame… Truly, it’s a rare sight at this school. Tell you what, I shall give you the chance to repair this chandelier by acquiring a certain magestone from the Dwarfs’ mine.”

His words piqued your interest, as you urged the headmage to continue. “While it is rare to find the magestone, I shall suspend your expulsion for this night if you return to me this magestone.” His voice suddenly rose.

“But! If you fail to return with a magestone by the morning, then all of you are expelled.” You all shared a look, nodding. “I understand, sir! Thank you very much for this opportunity!” Deuce exclaimed, joy returning to his voice upon hearing of the task.

Ace sighed, seemingly annoyed by the whole predicament, as though he weren’t also to blame. “Fine, then. Let’s hurry down there, find a magestone, and get this whole thing done with.” You nodded, agreeing with the boy nonetheless. “Commute to work we shall. Let us take our leave.”

“You should be able to reach the Dwarfs’ Mine instantly by using one of the gates in the Mirror Chamber.” Crowley instructed. “Yes, sir!” Deuce responded as you internally gushed, finding the boy’s obedience to be adorable. “Myah! Wh-? Where am I?!” Grim squealed, finally rousing awake. “Ah, so you have awakened. Stay calm, for a new mission has arisen.” Grim looked at you with confusion, as you then explained.

“We must search for a magestone in order to repair the broken chandelier, or else we shall be expelled and kicked from the school’s premises.” Grim moaned in despair, muttering complaints as you began your journey to the Mirror Chamber. As you reentered the room from orientation, Ace let out a sigh.

“Maaan… How did I end up in this mess? I swear, I have the worst luck.” Deuce crossed his arms, ignoring the boy’s protests. “We don’t have time to complain. Let’s go. Dark Mirror! Take us to the Dwarfs’ Mine!” You smiled as the boy yelled out, glad to have someone else with a brain on your team.

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You arrived at the Silent Woods, the night sky somewhat blinding you from the view of the forest. “So this is the Dwarfs’ Mine… Long ago, this mine was flush with magestones.” Deuce stated, as Grim shivered. “Urgh… Who knows what lurks in there now?” You raised an eyebrow at the cat. “Are you perhaps scared?” Grim shook his head, denying your question. “Of course not! Bah!” Ace cut in, pointing to a somewhat visible structure not too far away.

“Look, I can see a house. Let’s see what the people there have to say.” You hummed, joining the others as you entered the house. “Hellooo? Is anyone home…?” Deuce called out, only to get silence in response. “Must be empty. It looks like it’s been abandoned.” You nodded, agreeing with the boy. “Indeed so.” Grim’s shrieks then caught your attention, as he began spitting something out.

“Bwah! I got a spider web on my face! Ptchoo! Ptchoo!” Ignoring him, Ace began inspecting the furniture. “Look how tiny these desks and chairs are. Did children live here?” He muttered, counting them. “One, two… Seven! It’s like a clown car in here.” Deuce hummed. “When the mine was flourishing, this house must have been a lively place.”

“A sharp inference, Deuce.” You responded, your lips curling upwards. “Well, this isn’t getting us anywhere. If we’re gonna find a magestone, it’ll be inside the mine. Let’s head inside and take a look.” Ace butt in, as you all agreed, leaving the cottage and returning outside, eventually finding the entrance to the mine.

“You wanna go inside THERE? It’s pitch black!” Grim quivered, whereas Ace smirked at the cat’s reaction. “What, are you scared of the dark? Pathetic.” Grim frowned, agitated by the other’s comment. “Myah?! I’m not scared of anything! I’m taking the lead. You all follow me!” All of you agreed, trailing behind the prideful cat.

You then turned to Ace, sharing your opinion on the dark. “Grim has reason to fret, I’m afraid. Secret words are whispered in the dark. You must always have your ear to the ground.” At your words, everyone paused to look at you, befuddled by your words. “Hah? Why’re you talkin’ all weird again, henchman?” Grim asked, confused by your statement.

“Worry not of it, Grim. Shall we continue?” He shrugged it off as you continued venturing deeper into the mine. Suddenly, Deuce paused. “Huh? Hold up?” Ace raised an eyebrow. “What now?” Deuce pointed to two ghosts, their appearances similar to Fang and Arene back at the Ramshackle dorm.

“There’s something there!” Grim yelped at the sight. “Myah?!” The larger one let out a laugh, grinning widely. “Visitors! The first in ten years!” It exclaimed, as the other ghost added on. “Do make yourselves at home… You can stay forever!” Grim shrieked in response, visibly terrified of the spirits. “MYAH! Gh-gh-ghosts!” Ace sighed, tired of the cat’s antics. “Give it a rest, scaredy cat!”

Deuce’s eyes narrowed, as he then offered a solution. “Ghosts are about the last thing we need right now.. Let’s give those ghosts the slip and run for it! Follow my lead!” You nodded, yet knew you most likely wouldn’t make it very far. The four of you made your escape, running at full speed further into the heart of the mine.

However, it wasn’t very long before you began slowing down compared to the other three, growing closer to the trailing ghosts. Luckily, Deuce noticed just in time, slowing down and swiftly picking you up in his arms, bridal style. Your eyes widened, a faint blush dusting your face at the boy’s action.

“What a show off…” Ace muttered as Deuce caught up to him and Grim. “I can keep up…” You sputtered out, as Deuce shook his head, then making eye contact with you. “Don’t worry.” He responded as you looked to the side, far too flustered to manage looking him straight in the face.

Grim huffed, visibly tired. “They’re still hot on our tails!” He groaned, as one of the ghosts panted, seemingly out of breath. “What’s the… hurry? Ease… Ease up a bit, would you?” It puffed, meanwhile Grim looked a bit shocked. “And just how’s a ghost short of breath?!” He exclaimed.

You also were wondering the same thing. “Maybe ghosts have lungs?” Deuce offered, pondering it as well. “We don’t have time for this! Let’s MOVE!” Ace shouted, as Deuce tsked in response. After running for what felt like forever, you finally shook them off, as Grim exclaimed in triumph.

“Hah… Phew! I think we lost ‘em!” You nodded as the others caught their breaths. “We’re not out of the woods just yet. Let’s keep going!” Deuce announced, as Grim suddenly jumped in fear. “Myah! Did you hear a noise just now?!”

You had, in fact. However, at the time, you had brushed it off as something else. “We didn’t lose them after all?” Deuce frowned, only to be shushed by Ace, who ushered you all behind a large rock to hide. “Shhh! Something’s over there!” He pointed to a plethora of floating spirits as your mouths all went agape. “More ghosts?! They’re floating around here too!”

Deuce shook his head, ready to pick you up once again. “If we stop to fight, we’ll never get anywhere. Let’s just keep moving.” Ace glared at the other boy, reluctantly agreeing. “Sure, but don’t act like we voted you team leader. The only reason we’re here in the first place is because of that stupid stunt you pulled.” You narrow your eyes, responding with ease. “I’m afraid you’re one to talk, Ace.”

“I’m pretty sure this all started because you tried to shirk your window-cleaning punishment!” Deuce added on as Ace let out a scoff. “So, we’re bringing up ancient history now? Then if you wanna get down to brass tacks, this all started when furball torched that statue!”

Grim scowled, then placed the blame on Ace. “Myah?! Maybe you shouldn’ta made fun of me, then!” Deuce cut in, reminding the two of your responsibilities. “Guys! We’re in real hot water, remember?! If we don’t come back with a magestone by morning, we’re all being expelled!” “Yeah, which is why we don’t need you ordering the rest of us around. It gets old real fast.” Ace denounced, as your eyes suddenly widened at a sudden sound nearby.

You grabbed the three of them, dragging them behind a large rock, placing a finger over your mouth, then pointing to the voice’s owner. It was a humongous monster, one with a glass beacon for a head, filled with spilling ink. Just as Ace opened his mouth, you placed your hand over it, feeling the boy’s warm lips press against your palm.

“Stoooneesss… Stooonesss aaare miiiiine!” The monster roared, its voice distorted. Your eyes widened at its words, inferencing that it was related to the magestones. Deuce and Ace had caught on as well, as the blue-haired boy stood up, ready to dive into battle.

“I can’t get expelled… I’m going in!” Ace and you glanced at each other, shocked by Deuce’s declaration. “Are you outta your mind?!” Ace sputtered, meanwhile you grimaced at the sight before you. “I won’t be expelled! No matter what!” He shouted, pointing his magical pen at the creature, ready to battle. “Begone! Begone! Begoooone!” The monster growled, shoving Deuce to the ground, causing the boy to wince in pain.

“Bwaaah!” Ace’s mouth opened, as his expression turned to a determined one. “Aw, crap! He’s got Loosey-Deucey on the ropes! Not on my watch! Heeyah!” He stood up, running towards the monster, holding up his pen, casting a spell at it. However, his attempted attacks only provoked it further, causing the monster to roar loudly. “Ooof!” Ace groaned, having been cast to the side along with Deuce.

No matter how hard they fought, it was as though the monster was indestructible. In the midst of the chaos, Grim was panicking, whereas you remained calm, calculating the best approach for this situation. Then, something caught your eye. “Behind the monster! There’s something sparkling in the mineshaft!”

Ace suddenly exclaimed, standing up and pointing at a shining beam of light hidden among the rocks. “Could that have been a magestone?!” Deuce queried as you then nodded. “I believe so!” Unfortunately, your discussion seemed to have set off the monster, causing it to roar ferociously in rage. “Nooo giiive yooouuu stooooooone!”

It howled as Grim turned to look at you with an anxious look on his face. “Yuu, we need to book it, and fast! That thing’s gonna pound us into tuna paste!” You agreed, checking on the others as you all made a run for it, eventually ending up where you had initially started, in the Silent Woods. “This should be far enough, I think?”

Grim asked as you rested both hands on your knees, attempting to catch your breath. “Owww… What was that thing? No one said there’d be anything like that!” Ace shuddered, still recovering from his injury. “That was no normal ghost, that’s for sure.” Deuce muttered as you shook your head in response. “That wasn’t a ghost at all. I’m afraid it was entirely something else.”

You winced as Ace suddenly spoke up, resigning. “Let’s just give up and go home. I’ll happily take the expulsion if it means never having to fight that thing again.” Deuce looked at the boy in shock, immediately disagreeing. “What?! Nuh-uh, not happenin’! I’d rather die than get expelled from the Night Raven!”

You squirmed at his words, responding solemnly. “Please don’t say such things, even in jest.” Deuce looked at you, eyes widened, then nodded. “Pfft. Big talk from someone who’s not even half the mage I am.If you want that stone so bad, go get it yourself. I’m out.”

Ace frowned, unwilling to fight again. “Oh YEAH?! Fine, go back to your coop, you big chicken!” Deuce exclaimed, crossing his arms as Ace recoiled in shock. “Whaaaaat?! Who’re you callin’ a chicken, huh?!” Both you and Grim shared a look, a bit startled by Deuce’s outburst.

“Whoa, Deuce… Is it just me, or did you, like, turn into a totally different person just now?” Grim gasped as Deuce suddenly cleared his throat. “Huh?! Sorry… Lost my cool for a second there.” “Ahem… If you could lend me your ears, I have a plan to propose. However, you must cooperate with one another.”

You stated as Ace shook his head in return. “With Loosey-Deucey? No way. He’d get me killed!” You frowned, tired of their constant banter. “Like it’d be some treat for me to work with you?!” Deuce shot back as you coughed awkwardly.

“It is crucial for us to all work together in this.” Scratching your nape, Ace rolled his eyes. “‘Work together’... Is that some kinda joke? You always say the lamest things with the straightest face, Yuu.” Ace nodded in accord. “Agreed. No way could I work together with him.” Grim sighed, contemplating his options. “Yeah, but… Gettin’ expelled on the first day… That’s pretty lame, too. Maybe even lamer.”

Ace sweatdropped, stuttering out a retort, only for it to die on his lips. “W-well…” He gulped as you suddenly cut in. “As I said, I do have a plan, for I’ve successfully analyzed the enemy’s behavior” In response, Ace groaned, begrudgingly agreeing. “Gah… Fine. Let’s just get this over with, then. All right, Yuu. What’s the plan?”

You beckoned them to come closer, huddling together and whispering your ploy. - At the mine’s entrance again, Grim shuddered at the dark sight before you. “Yuu… Is this plan of yours really gonna work? I’m sca- I mean, I’m a little… uh, hungry.”

You snickered softly at the cat’s slip up. “Worry not. I have faith in my wits, now, let us commence.” Deuce nodded, responding hopefully. “Let’s go, Yuu!” He exclaimed as Grim gulped, all of you stepping through the entrance with Grim, where the monster stood.

“H-hey, monster! I’m uh… I-I’m over here!” Grim squealed, catching its attention as it growled loudly in response. “Grrraaawrrr! BEGOOOOONE!” It screeched, suddenly darting in your direction. “He’s comin’ our way! Yuu!” Grim sweatdropped, yelling to you as you suddenly scooped him up, sprinting towards the mine’s exit as the monster trailed dangerously behind.

Leading him further from the mine, you heard the monster yelling. “Grrurgh? Thieeef this waaay tooooo… Neeevvva giiive stooooones! Neeevvvaaa!” Grim’s eyes widened as it neared closer, swinging its fists at your back.

“Eep! If it lands one of those punches, we’re toast!” You groaned, already beginning to tire, already low on stamina from before. “Urgh… Keep… going!” Looking behind you, the monster was catching up, however, you reached your destination.

“Begooone! BEGOOOOOONE!” It lashed out as Ace and Deuce stepped out of the corner, prepared to attack. “We got him a good distance away from the mine!”

Grim exclaimed as he joined the others that were surrounding the monster. “Now’s your chance!” You yelled out as Ace smirked, sending his wind towards the monster. “You bet. I got this! One extra-large gust of wind, comin’ up!”

Then, Grim sent a fury of flames its way, combining his magic with Ace’s to attack. “With a side of Grim’s blazin’-hot fire! MYAAAH!” The monster staggered, having taken some damage upon being set aflame. “Grrraaahhh?!”

It roared as Ace grinned in response. “How’s that taste?! With my winds fanning them, even Grim’s feeble flames can become an inferno!” Grim growled, ready to badger with the boy again. “Whaddaya mean ‘feeble’?! Ya really don’t know how to shut yer mouth, do ya?”

Grim squeaked as you pointed toward the monster, shouting loudly. “Pay attention!” Meanwhile, Deuce was pacing back and forth in an attempt to lull himself. “Just stay calm, aim carefully… and pull out the biggest, heaviest thing I can think of…”

He pointed his pen towards it, summoning none other than the cauldron yet again. “Get ‘em, cauldron!” He exclaimed as the monster winced at the impact. “Gwaaah?!” Grim grinned, beckoning you to avert your eyes towards the scene.

“Nailed it! The plan’s workin’! Look, Yuu! That monster got smashed flat by a falling cauldron, just like Ace did!” “Coulda done without a reminder, thanks! This has been one drag after another.” Ace sighed, meanwhile you snickered at the cat’s sudden reminder.

“Quick! While it’s distracted, we need to get that magestone!” Deuce turned to you as you nodded in response. “Right!” The monster looked up at you both, still crushed by the cauldron, its eyes widening in shock. “Guh?! Waaait! Nooooooo!” It wailed, however, you both were too far now, already entering the mine.

Digging around inside, you finally found the glimmering gem, allowing Deuce to pick it up. “That’s it! That’s a magestone!” He concurred as you stared at it, mesmerized. “How beautiful…” Your thoughts were suddenly echoed by the monster’s muffled screams, as you both retreated outside to see the commotion.

“Dooon’t tooouch thaaaat!” Ace sweatdropped, noticing the monster began to move underneath the cauldron. “Uh-oh! Looks like it’s nearly wriggled free!” Grim turned to Deuce, his face contorted with worry. “Hey, Deuce! You gotta add more weight!”

“Y-you mean something heavier? Uh… I summon thee, cauldron! And also, uh… Um… Another cauldron! And a cauldron on top of that! All the cauldrons!” He shouted, casting spell after spell as they came crashing down onto the monster, restraining it to the ground.

“Nnnngaaaaah!” It moaned in defeat, meanwhile Ace narrowed his eyes at Deuce, unimpressed by the boy’s magic. “Is that the only thing you know how to summon?!”

Deuce huffed in response. “Pipe down already! I’m worked up enough as it is!” Grim cheered upon noticing the magestone in Deuce’s hands, then advising you to make your escape.

“We got the magestone! Now let’s get outta here!” Ace nodded in agreement as you all bounded off, leaving the monster roaring beneath the plethora of cauldrons. “Roger that!” “MYYY STOOOOOOONE!” It screamed as its voice slowly died down the further you got.

Arriving at the Silent woods again, you stopped and noticed a certain monster coming straight at you all. “Are you kiddin’ me?! It’s still coming! It pushed off all that weight!” Ace gulped at the sight.

“Oooooooogh…! Giiive it baaaaack…!” It lashed out, suddenly speeding up. “It’s too fast! It’s about to catch us!” Deuce yelped, acknowledging the agile monster as you suddenly spoke up. “Let us finish this now!”

Ace sighed, halting and turning around, ready to ambush it yet again. “Aw, fine! Let’s just smash the thing. Try not to wet yourself, Deucey!” Deuce scoffed, aiming his magic pen at the raging creature.

“Same to you, Ace!” Grim smirked, ready to fight. “I’m gonna show ya why they call me Grim the Great!” After casting numberless spells at the monster, it took the final blow, then falling and melting into the ground as the four of you collapsed onto the ground out of exhaustion.

“Is it… over?” Ace asked through pants. “I think… we won? I think we did it!” Grim cheered as Deuce smiled joyously. “All right!” “...I have no idea how we’re still alive,” Ace suddenly said, laughter erupting from his mouth as you began chuckling alongside him. “It makes no sense!”

The four of you then fell into a fit of laughter, finally catching your breaths as you spoke up. “I must say… I’m glad we all met. We work well together.” Deuce querked an eyebrow, disagreeing. “Uh… I don’t think that had anything to do with it.”

Ace snorted, nudging you with his elbow. “Yeah! Spare us the clichés, Yuu!” Letting out a contented sigh, you smiled softly. “Say what you’d like, but I do stand with what I said.” “There’s no ‘together’ here! We won ‘cause of me! This is from me bein’ a magical genius!” Grim exclaimed pridefully, as Ace suddenly cut in, his tone shifting to a more genuine, serious one.

“Y’know… I hate to admit it, but… We mostly won because of your plan, Yuu.” Your ears perked up at that as Deuce suddenly added on. “Yeah… if you hadn’t managed to keep your cool and tell us all what to do, we never would have got this magestone. Now I won’t get expelled. And wow, is THAT a relief!”

His words further confused you, as you pondered whether the school truly was so good it was worth risking your life to attend. “Indeed, it appears my gamble bore fruit. I thank you for your words of kindness.” Ace groaned, seemingly tired from the fight. “Can we go home already? I’m wiped.” Grim agreed, then suddenly paused upon noticing a ipitch-black stone laying on the ground beside the monster.

“Usin’ all that magic made me hungry! Huh? What’s this?” Deuce cocked his head, sitting up to inspect it from where he sat. “Is that a part of the monster we just beat? It looks like… a magestone? But it’s black as coal! I’ve never seen one like that before.”

You querked an eyebrow at the object, visibly interested in the subject at matter. “What IS this? It smells amazing!” Grim exclaimed, sniffing the stone. Ace recoiled in disgust at the cat’s words. “Are you insane?” You frowned, urging him to leave it be. “I recommend you not to do anything rash, dearest goyang-i.”

However, your words seemed to have gone through one ear and out the other, for the cat popped it into his mouth, swallowing it whole. “Must be some kinda fancy monster candy that it was hidin’ from us! If this tastes as good as it smells…” Your eyes widen, immediately grabbing the cat and thrusting his stomach in an attempt to make him spit it out. “Bad cat! Come on, spit it out…” Unfortunately, your attempts were done without use, for the cat’s expression soured as the stone went down his throat. “MYAAAH!”

Deuce’s mouth went agape, immediately checking if the cat was alright, which made your heart flutter ever so slightly. “Are you okay?!” Ace shook his head, disappointment evident in his tone. “That’s what you get for eating trash!” However, instead of being met with a snarky retort, the cat’s expression brightened as he gushed joyfully. “Oooooogh… Urrrrghhhhh… That… was AMAZING!” “What?!” You, Ace and Deuce exclaimed in unison as Grim seemed to be over the moon.

“Rich in flavor and full-bodied… Like sweet, fragrant flowers burstin’ into bloom on my tongue. A whole field of ‘em! Right in my mouth!” Grim cooed, overjoyed by the taste of the stone. “Fascinating… What a truly interesting specimen you are, Grim. I wish to one day study you.” You murmured, holding him to the sky. “Gross. Monsters must have real weird tastes.” Ace muttered, visibly disgusted by Grim.

Deuce nodded in agreement, also finding the cat’s choice in food to be odd. “You might be onto something there… Most humans don’t take random stuff they find on the ground and just pop it in their mouths.” Grim then let out a laugh out of the blue. “Myahahaha! Man, was that great! Don’t worry about me. I don’t got a weak stomach like you humans do.” Ace huffed in response, crossing both arms over his chest. “Hmph. We’ll see if you’re so smug when you’re sick later tonight.”

Suddenly standing up, Deuce reminded you all of your mission. “Okay, let’s pull ourselves together. We need to get this magestone to the headmage!” He declared as you all agreed, ready to be pardoned of your expulsion. - Having headed back to the Mirror Chamber, you all greeted Crowley, who gawked upon noticing the magestone in your hands. “Pardon?! You’re telling me you actually went to the Dwarfs’ Mine in search of a magestone?”

You cocked an eyebrow, placing a hand on your hip. “Oh? What exactly are you hinting at? Are you perhaps saying that you had no intention of pardoning us?” You challenged, the headmage’s mouth suddenly going agape, instantly denying your abrupt accusations. “O-Of course not! I didn’t expect that you’d seriously do it. And never in my wildest imaginings did I think you would actually return with a magestone! And here I spent all evening preparing your expulsion documents.” Grim instantly scowled, shocked by the headmage’s words. “Are you serious?! While we were fightin’ some crazy monster for you, you were expelling us?!”

Crowley’s expression of guilt suddenly shifted, as he paused to look at the cat. “‘Monster’...?” “Yeah. There was a monster, all right. A big, nasty one. It nearly killed us!” Ace exclaimed, further piquing Crowley’s interest, as he then led you to his office. “Woul you kindly relate this story in full? “Hmmm. So a mysterious monster was living in the mines. And the four of you worked together to destroy it, and then brought its magestone back to me?” Crowley mused, taking note of your explanation.

Ace sighed, muttering under his breath. “I don’t know that I’d call it ‘working together.’” Deuce agreed, causing you to narrow your eyes at the two. “It was more like we just happened to share the same goal at the same time…” “Oh, gracious… Ohhh… Ohhhhhh!” The headmage suddenly broke down sobbing, tears falling down from beneath his mask.

“What is this guy’s deal?! Burstin’ into tears in public? At this age?!” Grim muttered as you all gawked at the sight. “In all the decades I’ve worked at this school… The day has finally come when the students of Night Raven College have joined hands together to defeat a common foe!” The headmage cried out, causing you to cock your head in confusion.

“Woah! No! No way would I join hands with that guy!” Deuce spat out, shaking his head furiously. “Okay, one, there was no joining of hands. Gross. And two, exactly HOW old are you, headmage?” You placed a finger on your chin, pondering something, then cutting in.

“I wouldn’t mind joining hands with the two of you.” At that, both turned to look at you with an expression you couldn’t quite read. “At this moment, I am moved beyond words. This incident has proven my hopes were justified,” The headmage stated, dodging the boy’s questions.

“Yuu, my doubts are allayed! For you… You possess the talents of a beastmaster!” You glance at Grim, visibly confused by his comment. “A… beastmaster?...” You murmured, as Crowley nodded in response. “My students have all been selected by the Dark Mirror for their exceptional talent and potential. But great talent begets great pride and big egos. Most are so self-reliant and self-centered that they never even consider cooperating with others.” Grim placed a paw on his hip.

“You make it sound like that’s a bad thing.” Crowley cleared his throat, continuing. “But you, Yuu, possess no magic. Yet in spite of that - or perhaps because of it - you were able to convince those who CAN use magic to work together for a common goal. The everyday, humdrum mundanity you possess may be exactly what Night Raven College needs!” “But… none of those words are good things?” Ace cut in, confusion evident in his voice as Crowley ignored his remark.

“Yuu… I am convinced that people like you are necessary for the future of this school. My educator’s intuition tells me so. Trappola, Spade - I hereby revoke your pending expulsions! Furthermore, Yuu… I am granting you the qualifications necessary to attend at Night Raven College!” Ace, Deuce and Grim’s mouths went agape, their jaws dropping to the floor as they shouted in unison. “WHAT?!” You pointed to yourself, a bit shocked as well. “Surely you don’t mean me…?” In response, Crowley nodded, smiling joyously.

“Of course. This is extraordinarily kind of me. However, this is one condition. Your inability to use magic is, for a mage, unacceptable. You would not be able to pursue the school’s curriculum!” Crowley declared, then turning to Grim as you nodded. “As for you, Grim… “Your actions today have made it clear that you possess sufficient talent to become a mage. In light of the total sum of your respective circumstances, you and Yuu share a single enrollment at Night Raven College.”

Grim’s eyes widened, a grin creeping onto his face at the headmage’s words. “Myah! I… I’ll get to go to this school…? As an actual student? Not a janitor?!” His excitement further warmed your heart, feeling happiness for both yourself and the cat. “Correct. However! There must be no further incidents like the one that occurred today. Are we clear?” You nodded at the headmage as Grim turned to look at you with an expression you could only describe as utmost joy. “Myah… Myah… Yuu, I… I finally…”

You smiled, giving the cat a wink. “It’ll be a pleasure working with you. I shall stay by your side until my brush breaks.” “MYAAAAAH! I FINALLY DID IT!” Grim squealed, throwing his paws up in celebration as Crowley’s voice cut in with a cough.

“Accordingly, I will now present to Grim the magestone that is issued to every student here.” “Heh! A magestone, eh?!” Grim smirked as the headmage continued. “It is typically attached to the ‘magic pen’ that each student uses. But I suspect your paws cannot handle implements. Therefore, I have a custom solution for you. Is it possible that I am, in fact, too kind?”

Crowley gloated as he suddenly conjured a collar on the cat’s neck. Grim squealed with glee, showing off his brand new collar. “Ah, sweet! I look awesome! A magestone collar, to be worn only by the legendary archmage, Grim!”

The headmage let out a sigh, shaking his head. “You’re not listening to anything I say, are you? Yuu. As you can plainly see, Grim remains oblivious to the customs of human society. You are to keep a tight rein on Grim, and ensure that there are no further incidents!” You nodded, acknowledging the hadmage’s words. “Understood, sir. I am thankful for your generosity.” Ace suddenly butt in, his voice still slightly hoarse from the day’s events.

“Wow, that’s quite the promotion. From janitor to student to prefect, all in the spam of a day.” Deuce hummed, musing. “Oh, I see. So if your dorm is just you two… And the headmage himself is putting you in charge of Grim, that makes you… the dorm prefect.”

“Well, that’s gotta be a Night Raven first! A magicless prefect? But sure, why not? Whatever works!” Ace grinned as your expression shifted to a more determined one. “My, this is quite exciting… I shall strive to do my very best!” You exclaimed, earning a laugh from the ginger. “Heheheh. Good luck to you, Magicless Prefect!” Then, Crowley cleared his throat.

“Ah, yes. I suppose that does make you a prefect.” You querked an eyebrow, inquiring a question that had come to mind. “Does this mean I must attend meetings, if there are any?” Crowley nodded in response.

“Indeed so. Ah! I just so happen to have a job for you, and that title will make it all the easier to foist… er, I mean, congratulations! Now, I have something for you. This is a ghost camera.” The headmage pulled out an odd looking camera, successfully covering up his slip up.

“A.. ghost camera?” You asked, a hint of suspicion in your tone. “Ooh, my grandma’s told me about those. Those are, like, super old magic items, right?” Ace spoke up, recognizing the device. “I would hardly consider them ‘super old’... ahem. But it may have been invented when your great or great-great grandmother was a child. It’s a camera enchanted with a special kind of magic. It enables the user to photograph not just the subject’s physical form, but parts of their soul itself.” Crowley stated, causing Deuce to narrow his eyes with suspicion. “Wait, that sounds… sketchy.”

“They’re called Memories. Here's the thing: when the soulbond between photographer and subject deepens… The Memories captured in this magic camera’s come jumping out!” Crowley’s explanation only further confused and interested you, as you pondered the concept a bit more.

“When the photographer and subject grow closer, their photographs grow animated like videos… And sometimes the photographs take on corporeal form and slip out. Is that not what you youths would call ‘wicked keen’?” You winced at his last statement. “That almost sounds like ghost photography!” Deuce exclaimed, seemingly interested.

Crowley nodded, acknowledging the boy’s connection. “Very astute. Hence the name ‘ghost camera.’ I understand it was developed as a more vivid way to capture moments in time, in an age before video. As Spade observed, in days of yore, when people saw Memories jumping out of photos, they would get spooked and yell, ‘Ghost!’ I’ve heard many a tale of people who were deathly scared of being photographed by such cameras.” Ace shuddered, shaking his head in disapproval.

“This tech sounds like way more trouble than it’s worth.” The headmage suddenly turned to you, instructing you what to do with the gift. “Yuu. I would like you to photograph Grim and the other students with this camera, and make a record of your campus life.” You nodded in agreement as Grim let out a laugh.

“Myahahahaaa! Sounds like the perfect way to immortalize all my finest moments!” He squealed, as Crowley cleared his throat, directing the attention back to him. “Ahem… Make especially certain to capture the mischief caused by certain students who struggle with impulse control.

“Keeping a photographic journal sounds far less tedious than writing me lengthy reports, wouldn’t you agree? As a prefect, consider it your duty to maintain a sharp eye on your surroundings and record them. Note how generous I’m being in providing a rare magical item that even someone like yourself can use. Is my kindness not beyond all reckoning?” Biting back a snarky retort, you nod. “Indeed so, sir… I promise to be of use.”

He hummed in response, finally dismissing you to your dorms. “The hour has grown late, so further details shall have to wait till the morrow. You are all dismissed. Return to your dorms.” You all bid the headmaster farewell, ready to get a good night’s rest. As you exited the office, Deuce let out a sigh of relief. “Phew… We managed to avoid expulsion. That was a close one!” Ace snorted, agreeing with the boy. “Yeah, no kidding!”

Meanwhile, Grim was still in a state of bliss, singing a melody to himself. “La la la la la! I’m a student at Night Raven College! La la la! I’m gonna be the top mage on campus in no time. Enjoy eating my dust, boys!” He spat, as Ace huffed in response. “Big words for a sentient pile of lint who’s literally only half a student. Still… Good for you.” Deuce smiled softly, placing a hand on your shoulder. “I guess we’re schoolmates now. Grim, Yuu– welcome to Night Raven.”

You hummed, nodding. “Truly, so. It is an honor to study alongside such delightful students such as yourselves.” Ace scoffed, rolling his eyes. “Okay, seriously, can we quit it with that stuff?” Deuce glanced at you, smirking.

“Heh. We’ll be seeing each other all the time now. We’ll see what a pleasure that turns out to be. Especially you, Ace, since we’re in the same dorm.” Ace sighed as a flush creeped onto your cheeks upon witnessing the two argue, now noticing their heated rivalry. What was that saying, again? Opposites attract?

“Yeaaah, can’t say I'm jazzed to see your smug, self-important scowl every day.” As if he can talk. “Better than your lazy, dopey grin.” Deuce shot back, glaring. “Keep bawling, crybaby. I haven’t forgotten how you almost wept when he said you were expelled. Catch ya later, Yuu.” Ace turned to give you a wave before walking off with Deuce to their respective dorm.

“It’s as if they’re made for each other…” You murmured, turning to Grim, who urged you to hurry up. “C’mon, Yuu, let’s get back to the dorm! Tomorrow when we wake, it won’t be as janitors. Finally, finally… My glorious education as a proper Night Raven College student is about to begin!”

You chuckled, ruffling the cat’s fur. “Indeed so, Grim. It appears our journey has been set anew, as new roads have been paved. Which ending shall this take us to, I wonder?” You mused, and for the first time in forever, you were eager for the next day to come.

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Chapter Text

In the scene before you, there was a humanoid-looking ace of clubs card, yelling whilst splattering red paint on white roses “Hurry up and paint those roses red! Slather them quickly, aforesaid!” As another card joined it, you were further befuddled by the sight.

“Why are you painting these white roses red?” A young blonde girl had asked, tilting her head to the side. “Huh? Why, you ask? It’s quite simple. We planted the wrong color, you see.” The two of clubs responded, as the ace of clubs added on. “The Queen likes her roses red. If they’re white, we’ll lose our heads!” It explained, causing the girl’s mouth to go agape.

“Goodness!” She exclaimed, which you found to be a valid reaction, for decapitation was a rather imprudent punishment. “And so, we’re painting the roses red.” The three of clubs stated. Aren’t you supposed to be in the dorm room right now?

-

Rousing awake, you groaned, turning to face Grim who had also just awoken. “Myaaah… Hey, Yuu… I know it’s the middle of the night, but I think we’ve got a visitor. Maybe it’s those pesky ghosts again? They just don’t know when to quit.” You shook your head in response, reprimanding the cat.

“Do remember that they live here as well, Grim. Now, shall we get the door?” He huffed, then nodded and got up with you, entering the hallway and approaching the door. “Who might it be?” You asked, pressing your ear to the door.

“It’s me, Ace! Just let me in, all right?” A familiar voice called out, causing both you and Grim’s eyes to widen, immediately opening the door to let the boy in. To your utmost dismay, however, he wore an all too familiar heart-shaped collar that you had recognized from orientation.

Grim’s mouth went agape at the sight, causing him to shiver from the unpleasant memory. “Ace? It’s the middle of the night! B-bwah! That collar!” Ace shook his head, looking down at the cat. “I can’t go back to Heartslabyul House. I’m joining your dorm. For good.”

“Myah?! Come again?!” Grim shrieked as you shared a look. Ace turned to look at you, immediately freezing as you querked your eyebrow in response. “Y-you! Put some clothes on! You’re really flat for a girl…” He murmured the last part, his eyes then trailing down to your lower half, and you swore you saw his soul leave his body.

“YOU’RE A BOY?!” Ace yelled, his face immediately flushing red. “Oh, I had forgotten I fell asleep in the nude. My apologies. Anyhow, how did you get that collar?” You questioned, walking into the lounge and wrapping a towel around your body. “I ate a tart.”

Both you and Grim paused, confusion evident in your expressions. “Pardon? Go on.” Ace nodded, letting out an exasperated sigh. “Yeah, that’s it! That’s all I did! I was a little hungry, see, so I went down to the dorm kitchen and found some tarts in the fridge. Three whole tarts! Big ones, too!” He exclaimed, retelling the tale. Little had you known, the reason as to why Ace had stress-ate those tarts was not due to his own hunger, but because he had worried whether or not you yourself had a chance to eat.

“And… here I am.” As you listened to his version of the story, you hummed in response. “How intriguing. Your housewarden is indeed a rather interesting subject. I’d like the chance to study him when the day comes.” Grim looked rather confused by the boy’s explanation, however. “So… The point is you’re both terrible?”

“You don’t think that it’s insane for my magic to get sealed away eating ONE slice of a tart? For a mage, that’s like having your arms and legs bound and shackled! And there were three whole tarts! THREE! It’s not like he could eat ‘em all himself! C’mom, you KNOW this is messed up!” Ace protested, helping himself to your couch, acting as though he owned the place.

You placed a hand on your hip, pondering it. “Well, you ought to apologize nonetheless. You ate it without permission, and therefore are in the wrong.” Ace let out a sigh, huffing in response. “Man… I thought you’d be more sympathetic! I’m a victim of the housewarden’s tyranny here!”

“While his punishment was somewhat extreme, you must understand that the theft of food is a serious offense.” You replied, crossing your arms over your chest. “Aw, you gotta be kiddin’ me!” Ace exclaimed, as you suddenly walked over to him, leaning close, then flicked his forehead, resulting in the boy yelping.

“Tomorrow, you ought to go and seek forgiveness.” You poked his cheek, causing the boy to pout as Grim cut in. “You don’t go messin’ with another man’s meal… Hey, wait a minute! I just realized I never got those cans of tune the headmage promised me!” Grim raged, as you let out a chuckle.

Turning to the cat, you smiled. “Worry not, Grim. I shall remind him on our next encounter.” Ace then spoke up, causing you to look back at him. “All right, all right. Fine. I get that I should apologize. But you’re coming with me, Yuu. This was your idea, after all.”

To his surprise, you eagerly agreed. “I see no reason as to why I shouldn’t. I wish to see more of the school’s campus, after all.” He cocked an eyebrow, then let out a yawn. “Anyway, you got a place for me to crash tonight?” Grim looked up at the boy, sighing.

“You were serious about that? Outside of the bedroom me and Yuu use, this entire dump is buried under a foot of dust. So if you wanna crash, you better start cleanin’!” He exclaimed, causing Ace to recoil at the sight of the dorm.

“Dude, no way! I hate cleaning! Just let me stay with you, Yuu. I’m real slim. I won’t take up much space.” He smirked, wiggling his eyebrows knowingly. Pondering it for a second, an idea came to mind, as you agreed. “How bold… Alright, I shall heed your request.” You grabbed his hand and pulled him up.

“H-hey! Wait, what?! I was just kiddin’!-” He sputtered out, face flushed red again. Leading him to the bedroom, he let out a heavy sigh, only for his eyes to widen at your sudden instruction. “Now, please strip.” There was a long silence, before he finally responded. “HAH?!”

Picking up your sketchbook and pencil, you cock your head in confusion. “Are you not interested in becoming my muse? I simply wish to capture every little detail of your beauty.” Ace stuttered out, eyes narrowing as he huffed. “W-well.. When you put it like that–”

“Perhaps you’re correct, a good night's rest may be needed. After all, you did interrupt mine. Good night, Ace.” You yawned, removing your towel and getting into bed, as Ace followed along after you hesitantly.

-

The next morning, you awoke to find two arms wrapped around your chest, as your back was pressed against the ginger, who still lay asleep. You wriggled underneath his grasp, slipping away from him. However, the sudden pounding at the door had roused the boy from his slumber. “Nnngh… It’s so early… Who’s knocking?” He moaned, eyes fluttering awake.

“I haven’t the slightest clue. Shall we check?” You asked, picking up your towel and wrapping it around your body yet again. He nodded in response as you both approached the front door, opening it to see none other than Deuce. “I figured I’d find you here–”

He looked at the two of you, Ace having his uniform sloppily worn and hair messed up, and you clad in nothing but a towel. “It’s not what you think.” You immediately stated, clearing any misunderstandings that could’ve arisen.

“Ugh. Deuce…” Ace groaned upon seeing the boy, who let out a sigh. “So, you ate the houswarden’s tart. You really are an idiot, Ace.” In response, the ginger fumed. “Oh, shut up! Like you’re one to talk! Anyway, uh… Is he still mad?”

Deuce shook his head. “Not at all. Maybe a touch irritated, if anything. A few of our dormmates overslept this morning… But only three of ‘em got your treatment.” Deuce explained, earning a nervous gulp from Ace. “You call that ‘not at all’ mad?! Sounds like he’s still on the rampage, to me.”

“But you won’t get much out of class if you can’t use your magic. You should apologize and get that collar off.” Deuce suggested as Ace sweatdropped. “After what he just told me? I don’t want to see him now! It sounds like he’s in a bad mood. I should just wait until he’s calmed down…” He trailed off as you suddenly placed a hand on his shoulder.

“That won’t solve the problem. Let me get dressed, and we’ll go. Crowley still hasn’t given me my uniform, sadly… Here, take this.” You handed him your towel, nonchalantly walking off to your room as though you hadn’t just flashed both Ace and Deuce.

The blue-haired boy turned to Ace, who was still frozen in shock. “Was I imagining that, or did she-... he have a…?” Ace nodded grimly, snapping out of it. “Yeah, he’s no chick, that’s for sure.” He paused, a perverse look forming on his face. “I’d still tap that.” His words earned a glare from Deuce, who nudged him hard, blushing a bit. “Don’t say that!...”

Returning with Grim, you were fully clothed, no longer in the nude. By the time you’d returned, Ace and Deuce were both ready to leave, standing in awkward silence. You picked up a potted plant you had been growing, the Northern Spicebush, and started the duo.“Well? Shall we depart?” They both nodded as Grim led the way out the door, through Main Street.

“Move it! Outta the way! Night Raven College student comin’ through!” He grinned, continuing on with his rambling as he smirked at Ace. “Oh? Did my collar catch your eye? It is way better than the one you’re stuck with! You know, the one that makes it so you can’t use magic? But hey, the school could always use another janitor!” He let out a laugh.

“How cruel your words are, dearest Grim.” You muttered as Ace scowled in return. “Trust me, Grim, when I get my magic back, your hide is first up on the chopping block!” Deuce raised an eyebrow, shaking his head in disapproval. “Didn’t the headmage JUST tell you yesterday, no more incidents? Regardless, you’re not going to be able to participate in class if you can’t use magic. So why not just apologize to the housewarden? It’s a small price to pay for having the collar removed.”

Ace moaned in frustration, yelling aloud. “Aaaaargh! I hate this so! SO! Much!” Grim thought to himself, smiling with pride. “Hmm. Ya know, we do still have some time to kill before class starts. And I am kinda curious about the other dorms. Guess I’ll go along and scope out the place while you make with the groveling.”

“Since when did this become a field trip?!” Ace exclaimed as you entered the Mirror Chamber. “Amazing… What a magnificent piece of art.” You smiled at the mirror leading to Heartslabyul, finding the oddness of it endearing.

Placing a hand through it, you stepped through, the sensation rather unusual but welcomed. As you opened your eyes, you were met with a beautiful garden and castle-like dorm. It was beautiful. “Dang, this place is swank! This is nothing like our dumpster of a dorm.” Grim chirped, beholding the sight before you all.

“I believe our dorm is plenty fine, Grim.” You huffed, unappreciative of the cat’s insults. Peering inside the mirror, you noticed a boy with middle-lengthed orange hair painting a rose tree red. “Aww yeah, I am getting my paint on!” Grim had noticed as well, commenting on the sight. “Ah, someone’s here."

“They all gotta be red, or it’s ‘off with my head’!” He exclaimed to himself, using his pen to color the roses. This was all too reminiscent of your dream from last night. As Grim approached him, he turned his head to look at you, querking an eyebrow up. “Huh…? You guys need something?”

Ace and Deuce froze in shock, visibly scared of the boy as Grim gave him a wave. “You there! What are you doing?” The boy hummed, gesturing to his pen. “Me? What does it look like? I’m painting the roses red, that’s all.”

“Why would you do that?” Grim inquired, interest suddenly evident in his tone. “So naïve, you put the ‘n’ in newb.” The boy laughed, however, then pointed at you, halting his painting and leaning close, to the point your noses were just about touching. “Hold the phone, I know you! You’re that crossdressing cutie who posted that totally viral cosplay, yeah?”

You felt your face heat up a bit at the compliment, nodding awkwardly as he gave you a charming smile. “Indeed so… I thank you for your kind words…” You mumbled as he then turned to look at Ace and Deuce. “Oh! Now that I look at you, you’re the first-years who broke the rules yesterday!” The duo flinched in response, sweatdropping.

“And the one on the left is the one who dug himself deeper by stealing the housewarden’s tart!” Ace’s jaw went agape as he questioned him. “How… How do you know?” The boy hummed, digging into his pocket, searching for something. “The whole dorm is talking about it. And I get to meet the cute overnight internet angel and infamous newbies first thing in the morning! Lucky me!” He sang out, then pulled out his phone.

“Oh, hey, hey! Let me take a selfie with you.” He pulled you all into a group formation, his arm around your waist as he grabbed your face with one hand, making a kissy face to it, and held the phone up with the other as you made a peace sign. “Oh! Mind if I upload this to Magicam? Tell me your names so I can tag you.”

Deuce spoke up first, introducing himself. “I’m Deuce Spade.” However, Ace seemed rather wary of the boy, as he gave a far less formal introduction. “...Ace.” Grim jumped in, grinning boldly. “I’m Grim, and that’s my henchman, Yuu!” The boy typed away on his phone, then looked up at the rest of you.

“Uploaded! Sweet. Oh, I’m Cater Diamond, by the way. I’m a third year, so that makes me your upperclassman. But Cater is fine. Or Cay-Cay if you’re cray-cray!” He gave you a wink as you thought to yourself. “Greetings, Cater. It’s a pleasure. Most call me Yuu.” You grabbed his wrist, bringing the back of his hand to your lips as you planted a kiss on it, surprising the boy.

“Okay, Yuu. Charmed, I’m sure.” He chirped happily. You found his energy rather amusing. “Ah, you’re also the prefect of that so-called Ramshackle House dorm, right? Like, I can’t believe you actually live there! It’s all gloomy and looks like hot garbage on Magicam. No filter could salvage THAT dump.” He sighed, shaking his head.

You hummed, disagreeing with Cater. “It has a rather pleasing aesthetic, though. I find the entire vibe of it rather endearing. Although, not nearly as much as you…” Your mouth curled upwards as you twirled one of his orange locks around your finger.

“Y’know, you’ve done nothin’ but kiss Yuu’s ass and diss us here, pal!” Grim narrowed his eyes at the boy, scoffing as you then piped up. “I wouldn’t mind if he–!” You were then cut off by Cater, who had remembered the roses. “Gah, what am I doing? I don’t have time to chat! The party’s tomorrow. If we’re not ready, it’s ‘off with my head’!” He exclaimed, turning to the four of you.

“Hey, you guys wanna help me paint some roses?” Ace cocked an eyebrow, not particularly enthusiastic about the other’s request. “Yeah, uh… Why are you doing that exactly?” Cater continued explaining, only further confusing the rest of you. “Because red roses are so much more photogenic! Or…something…? And after that, I’ve gotta start getting things ready for the big croquet tournament. And that means coloring all the flamingos.”

He let out a sigh as Grim’s jaw dropped. “You’re colorin’ flamingos now? Isn’t anything the right color around here?” Deuce opened his mouth suddenly, realization clear on his face. “Now it’s coming into focus, Ace. That tart you ate must have been for the housewarden’s birthday. That explains his reaction!”
“Hm? Oh, no, it’s not Riddle’s birthday.” Cater responded, shaking his head.

“It’s not? Then whose birthday is it?” Ace inquired, looking a bit confused. “It isn’t anyone’s birthday. Tomorrow is our dorm’s traditional unbirthday party. It’s a special tea party we throw when no one has a birthday–if the housewarden feels like it.” Cater explained, further perplexing you. Why go so far as to name it when you could simply just call the event a tea party and call it a day?

“And why would you do that?” Ace asked, still reasonably confused by the entirety of the situation.
“Again with the questions!” Cater groaned, going on. “Listen, I need these roses to be red. Like, yesterday. Can’t you guys help out with magic or something? Oh, but Ace is on magical house arrest and Cutie is a total normie, so you two better stick to paint.”

Deuce muttered to himself as Ace and you were handed two buckets of paint. “Recolor the roses with magic…” Grim gulped, still finding the situation to be rather bizarre.

“Can’t say I’ve ever done this before.” However, you were delighted by the fact you got to wield a brush and create more art, even if it were in this form.

“Relax, it’ll be fine. You got this! But maybe do it before I lose my head? K-thanx!” Cater bubbled, setting aside your potted spicebush, crouching down and whispering to it. “Now… Behold. These flowers are in full glory. Once all these flowers have been stained red… that shall be when ‘I’ bloom as well.”

Standing up and joining the others, your grip tightens on the paintbrush, ready to begin. “Time to paint these roses! Not pink! Not green! Not aquamarine! It’s rose red or nothing!” Cater declared, as Ace wore a smug smirk. “I’m sure we can bang this out in no time flat, yeah?”

“I don’t know if I’m much of a painter, but I’ll give it my best shot! With me on the case, this’ll be a piece of cake! Yuu! No slacking off, okay?” Grim snickered, turning to see you had already begun, however with precise accuracy. “MYAH?!” He yelped before returning to his own roses, ready to splatter them red.

Even as thirty minutes passed, Grim still had very few roses painted. “I think I’m getting the hang of this. Lookit me! I can get all of ‘em at once! MYAAAH! …Myah?” The cat cried out in despair, seeing his roses painted in a plethora of colors of every shade but red. “Nope! Gotta do it more like this!” Cater demonstrated, painting the roses red in a flick of his pen.

“Nice one! Guess being a junior does count for something.” Ace exclaimed, still painting alongside you on the sides with your brushes. “Thanks! Keep this up and we’ll be done before you know it.” Cater cooed, continuing with his work.

You watched as Grim cast more spells with Deuce as the clock continued to tick, eventually managing to master it. “Did you see?! I got it red in one shot!” Deuce nodded, smiling softly. “Yeah! Same here.”

“Lookin’ good! Just smooth it out a little more and you’ll be golden!” Cater said, giving them a bit of advice. “That really helps? Thanks. Red rose… Red rose…” Deuce muttered, envisioning a bright rose in his mind as he casted more spells, as his voice became muffled underneath Ace’s wails. “Maan! I wanna use magiiic!”

“Red… Red.. BAM!” Deuce’s eyes widened, a frown forming at his creation. “Wh-whoa! It turned blue?!” Grim was also having some trouble, eventually setting his flower aflame. “Change, o foul color! Change! AHA! BWAH! The rose caught on fire!” He immediately rushed behind you, as you smiled in response, finding the cat’s behavior to be rather cute.

Cater, however, couldn’t hold back his laughter at the sight, as he broke into a fit of giggles. “Wow. You’re even less competent than I thought.” Ace narrowed his eyes, letting out a sigh. “Yo, maybe you should just leave the roses white! They look pretty ‘n stuff to me.”

“It’s a matter of tradition. You can’t have an unbirthday party without the roses being red. And you can’t play croquet without seven-colored flamingos as mallets and a hedgehog for a ball. Oh, but of course, the roses needed to be white when the ” Cater simply shook his head, explaining with a smile as the rest of you stared in shock at him. Surely, this was some form of animal abuse.

“All your rules are completely insane!” Grim shrieked, not particularly fond of what Cater had said. “They say the Queen of Hearts made up these rules herself - she was one of the Great Seven, you know. And Riddle is all about tradition. Probably more than previous housewardens, TBH. I’ll admit that he’s, well… a bit extra.”

Cater sighed, earning a scoff from Ace. “Yeah, no kidding. I sure don’t have time for this nonsense. Is Riddle here? I gotta talk to him.” Cater nodded in response, confirming the answer to Ace’s inquiry.
“Yeah, probably. But are you sure that’s wise? Did you even bring an apology tart to replace the one you ate?”

“Uh, no…? I came here first thing in the morning!” Ace shrugged, his mouth then going agape as Cater went on. “Ah, ah, ah… That could be a problem. Have you forgotten rule 53? ‘Stolen items must be replaced.’ If you’re not in compliance, I can’t let you in.”

Deuce and Ace shared a look, appalled by the boy’s reply. “Are you serious?!” Ace shouted as Cater’s switch in demeanor sent a shiver down your spine. It was as though you saw the true him crack through for a second. “All dorm residents must obey the rules. If I let you slide, it would be off with my head next! I hate to say it, Ace, but I’m gonna need you to leave before Riddle spots you. Thanx.”

“I… think this guy is for real. You guys, do something!” Ace sputtered out, turning to Deuce and Grim. “Why should WE do anything?” Deuce asked, also somewhat dismayed by the situation. “C’mon, please! I can’t use magic! Hurry, he’s–”

“I am he… and we are they. Split card.” And just like that, Cater multiplied himself with a poof, as a dozen clones spawned in, all in different poses. “Hey, you–by which I mean me! Get rid of these guys, ‘kay?” Cater ordered with a wink, as his clones all responded in unison. “Aye, aye, sir.”

Tackling the four of you all at once, you ended up at a disadvantage as they shoved you to the ground. “Do make sure you bring that tart next time, m’kay? Buh-bye now!” Cater sang out, suddenly having his clones disappear into thin air as he walked off with a shrug.

Picking up your potted Spicebush, you let out a sigh as you examined the roses you had painted, muttering to yourself once again. “It is… passable. Though I very much wish that I had more opportunity to wield this brush…” Returning to the others, your lips pressed into a thin line

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Was that guy for real?!” Ace fumed as your group stormed off, huffing alongside Deuce. “We hit him over and over, but he just kept coming. Maybe he was using some kind of illusion magic?” The blue-haired boy inquired as Ace added on.

“So let me get this straight: we walked in there, totally tartless, but this dude still made us do that whole song and dance before throwing us out? He just wanted to make us paint his stupid roses!” Grim let out a sigh, nodding in agreement.

“We sure look like a bunch of chumps.” Deuce shrugged, before his face suddenly contorted into fear. “I guess we’ll just have to get an apology tart and come back. Maybe after class, we can- Oh no!” Raising a brow, you question his sudden reaction. “Whatever is the matter, Deuce?” He took out his phone, pointing to the displayed time, reading eight o’clock sharp.

“We already missed the first bell! We’re gonna be late for class!” He exclaimed, fretting. “Myah! I don’t wanna get a blemish on the first day of my glorious Night Raven education! Shake a leg, chumps! To the classroom, pronto!” Grim gulped, not exactly eager to run into trouble once again.

“Hey, so what class are you guys in, anyway? You’re freshmen too, right?” Ace asked, not bothered in the least. You responded with a nod. “Indeed so. Grim and I are in Class 1-A. And you?” Deuce let out a hum. “Ah, that’s the same one I'm in. We’ve got Potionology for first period.”

Grim cheered, all previous worries seemingly gone in a flash. “Oh-ho, yeah! That sounds awesome!” “M-maybe I don’t need magic for that?” Ace muttered as you suddenly picked up the pace, carrying Grim in one arm you swung open the doors to Potionology, ready to begin your first official day of school at the college. You were instantly greeted with who you assumed to be the professor, who wielded a… whip-like pointer?

“Ah. You must be my new homeroom students. Hm, that’s quite the unusual coat of fur. Do make sure that you arrive properly groomed.” He stated, eyes set on Grim, who growled in response. “My name is Divus Crewel. You may call me Master Crewel.” You pause, cocking an eyebrow. “Now, take your seats. Class is about to begin. We’re going to start with the basics.”

You slid into a desk next to Grim, noticing that Ace and Deuce were also partners, causing you to smirk ever so slightly. “And by that, I mean beating the names and distinguishing characteristics of one hundred herbs and poisons into your tiny brains.” Your ears perked up at that, the subject of botany catching your attention.

“The mycelia are another matter. But eventually, I’m hopeful you’ll be able to take a walk without putting anything poisonous into your gaping maws. For now, I realize you have all the self-control of voracious hounds. But I will not abide a single student failing this class. Expect to be drilled accordingly.” The professor continued on as he suddenly hit the hand of a student who was reaching out to touch an odd object in front of him Deuce cocked his head, looking around.

“Huh. So… does anyone know what a mycelia is?” Ace shrugged in response. “I’ve never been one for like, memorizing what things are, ya know?” Grim let out a laugh, giving an answer that was all too predictable. “All I care about is how to tell the yummy plants from the yucky ones.”

You rested your chin on your hand, nodding. “Mycelia are the part of the body of a fungus incapable of reproducing. It is a white root-like structure consisting of thread-like hyphae.” The three gawked at you, as Deuce’s eyes sparkled in admiration. “Very well, little kit.” Crewel mused, humming in approval before continuing on with the lesson.

-

For your next period, you find yourself in the same classroom you had entered while searching for Ace the day before. The teacher, however, is what caught your attention, for in his hands was none other than an adorable, fluffy black cat.

“I am your History of Magic teacher, Mozus Trein. And this is my familiar, Lucius. You are here to learn the rich history of magic, and how it has sculpted the world which you now so easily take for granted.” You found comfort in the way the man talked, no matter how many times the cat would interrupt him by meowing. If anything, you found it rather cute.

“I grade based on classroom behavior as well as the quality of the work. Don’t let me catch you sleeping. Now, let us open our books to page fifteen. This section concerns the magestones discovered in the Dwarf’s Mine…” Doing as commanded, you read through the chapter with ease, finding its contents rather intriguing.

“As knowledge and awareness of magical energy began to spread across the globe from this point, this year is considered Year One of the Magic Era.” Trein continued on, earning a yawn out of Ace as Grim almost immediately fell asleep. Deuce, however, was also immersed in the book, showing genuine interest, causing you to smile.

“Fascinating… ‘Dwarfs’ Mine’...Mhm, mhm…” He mumbled to himself as you scooched closer, pushing your book over to read alongside him. “Shall we enrich our knowledge, Deuce?-” However, you were immediately cut off by the voice of Grim, who had been pawed in the face by Lucius.

“MRAH?! What are you doing?!” Grim growled, fuming. “Napping is not permitted in my class. I strongly advise you to avoid it in the future.” Trein stated as Lucius jumped back into his arms, earning a light giggle out of you.

-

As the third period rolled by, you were changed into your P.E. uniform, letting out a sigh, clearly uninterested in the idea of working out. The instructor was a buff man with an energetic personality. “I’m Coach Vargas, and physically educating your feeble little bodies is my responsibility. Great sorcery begins with a great physique! Behold the muscles you can build with a diet of raw eggs!” …Raw eggs? You tilted your head.

You had thought those could only cause you to sing better. “A great mage needs a great physical constitution! So gimme twenty laps, and a hundred push-ups!” Your jaw dropped, tears brimming as you were forced to run laps on end, despite tiring only halfway through the first one. You were suddenly extremely grateful for the school system back on Earth, for it was far less painful than this.

Coach Vargas blew his whistle, shouting orders as you had just completed your twentieth lap. “What, worn out already? You need another set! Now!” You groaned, wondering whenever this torture would come to an end. It was then that you felt as though your body were on fire. In the locker rooms, Ace, Grim and you let out sighs of relief. “Bleah. The forced exercise is bad enough, but meatheads like this guy drive me nuts.” You nodded in agreement at Ace’s words, still glad it was finally over. “Finally! A subject I’m good at!”

Deuce shouted, a grin across his face. - Leaving the locker rooms, you walk through the hallways as Deuce checks his schedule. “Let’s see, our next class is…” Ace then interrupted him, wearing a sour expression. “This so-called magic academy feels a lot like a lame, ordinary school. It’s not exactly what I expected, but at least this collar won’t be much of a problem after all. You with me on that, Grim? …Hm?”

Turning to look at Grim, both you and Ace noticed his absence as your expression suddenly got dimmer. “It appears that our mischief-prone goyang-i shall once again cause me trouble.” You muttered as Deuce suddenly pointed outside, where a gray and blue blur caught your eyes. “Oh! Look out the window! I just saw a ball of fur running across the yard!” You frowned at the sight.

“Playing hookey, it seems. How disappointing.” Deuce shook his head, also seeming to be dismayed by the cat’s imprudent choices. “Boy, that guy is not a fast learner.” “Not a good look to lose your only student on your first day as prefect. Want help catching him?” Ace snorted, looking at you.

“If you could be so kind to…?” The boy placed a finger on his chin, a smug smirk plastered on his face. “I do love the chocolate croissants at the co-op.” Ace suddenly chimed in, nodding.

“I’d do it for an iced latte at the cafeteria.” You frowned, reluctantly agreeing. “Taking advantage of the poor… How disheartening. I suppose I shall heed your requests, however, for I am in need of your aid at this time.” Ace grinned, already walking outside with Deuce by his side. “Pleasure doing business. Now, Deuce, shall we clean up the mess made by the worst prefect to ever set foot on campus?” Deuce glanced at the boy, his lips curling upwards as he nodded.

“I can already taste that latte, Ace.” You sighed, trailing behind the two as they sought to capture the scheming cat. “It’s truly remarkable how you join forces, but only to go against me.”

You mumbled to yourself, watching as the boys captured Grim after multiple failed efforts. - Walking into the cafeteria, the scent of freshly-made food entered your nostrils, causing Deuce, Ace and Grim to sigh in delight. “Wooo! Lunchtime at last! Whoa!” Grim’s eyes widened, drool coming down from the corner of his mouth. “They got some good-lookin’ grub!”

As the ghosts served out the platters, you glanced around, eventually deciding on nothing but a large portion of seasoned potatoes. “Look how fluffy those omelets are! Ooh, grilled chicken! And a bacon-and-egg tart!” Grim exclaimed, pointing eagerly at each item. “Shhh! Dude, inside voices! Where was this energy earlier today?”

Ace reprimanded, only for his words to go through one ear and out the other as the cat immediately began demanding you to add every food you could think of to his plate. “Yuu, grab me the grilled chicken! There’s only one left! And an omelet too. And that jelly-filled bread. Just fill your whole tray with ‘em!”

Suddenly, Grim moved his paw too fast, accidentally hitting another student’s plate. “Hey! Watch where you’re goin’!” He scowled, eyes then widening at the sight of his pasta. “

M-my carbonara! You broke the yolk!” You glanced at Grim, who gave you a guilty look back. “Whoa, that’s messed up! Pokin’ the egg is the best part! You better make this right, pal!” His friend shouted, drawing attention to you all.

“I’m gonna need that grilled chicken of yours as compensation.” The white-haired boy pointed at Grim’s plate, causing the cat to immediately growl. “Myah?! No way! Hands off the bird, chump! I need my protein, because I am HANGRY!” Grim huffed, causing the red-haired student to raise his voice.

“Hey! That’s no way to speak to an upperclassman! Catch me outside and I’ll teach you some respect!” He yelled out, catching the attention of Deuce, who attempted to cut in. “Um, excuse me, sir, but it said in the handbook that fighting with magic was prohibited…”

The student scoffed, smirking. “Fighting? You got it all wrong. This is just me helpin’ an ignorant freshman know his place. Now, let’s see just how many ways there are to skin a cat, heh!” Your eyes narrowed at their words. You handed your tray and pot to Deuce, who seemed confused but still took it willingly. Clenching your fist tight, you suddenly swung at one of them, causing the delinquent to stagger, blood oozing out of his nose as he coughed.

“Whoa, didn’t know you had that in you…” Deuce and Ace stared at you with surprise as the other delinquent attempted to make a retort before eventually retreating. “Look, I’m gonna let you off the hook this time, but only ‘cuz I don’t want my pasta gettin’ cold.” Grim snorted, sticking his tongue out at them as they left.

“Pffft! I knew you were all talk! You better hope I never see you again.” You sighed, retrieving your items from Deuce. “I’m certain this shan’t last forever. I am therefore apathetic.” Ace groaned, rubbing his belly. “Can we just get some lunch already? I missed breakfast, and I’m about to collapse.” Deuce frowned, shaking his head.

“I can’t believe this. Textbook bullies at an academy that’s supposed to be famous for producing exceptional mages…” He muttered as Grim went back to his overly-cheerful self as the rest of you searched for a table, eventually turning to see none other than Cater, waving happily next to a boy with green hair. “Hey! There’s seats over here!” “Ack! Not him!” Grim moaned as Ace spat out, “Bwah! You’re that guy from this morning!” Both Deuce and Ace whirled around in an instant, ready to find a different spot to sit.

“That’s all right. We’ll look somewhere else!” Deuce declared, only to get a laugh out of the third-year. “Aww, c’mon! You don’t have to be so scared. I don’t bite!” He got up from his seat, approaching the four of you as you whispered a response. “I wouldn’t mind if you did.” Slinging an arm around Deuce, Cater gave him a wink. How lucky.

“This Cay-Cay is feeling very kind towards his under-classmen. Come sit with us, Dee-Dee.” You snorted at the nickname, meanwhile Ace had shuddered. “He’s acting totally different from this morning…” You nodded, then turned to the green-haired boy as Grim spoke up. “Is that four-eyes over there your minion, Cater?” The boy adjusted his glasses, raising an eyebrow. “I’m Trey Clover, a third-year at Heartslabyul like Cater. I’m sorry for all the trouble my dormmates are putting you through.” He turned to look at you as you sat down next to Ace.

“And you must be Yuu, the new prefect from that dump of a- ah, I mean, the ‘rustic’ dorm. I heard the whole story from Cater. Thanks for looking out for our boys yesterday.” You narrowed your eyes at his first description of the dorm you became rather fond of before nodding. “Oh, I just remembered! Here, Yuu, gimme your digits.” Cater exclaimed, handing you his phone with a wink. You froze, suddenly turning into a red, stuttering mess.

“Huh?!” You spat out, looking down at the device, earning a chuckle from the ginger. “What is up with you, Cutie? You look so tense! It’s okay, baby! Relax! Relaaaaax! I bet you’re the type that’s awkward IRL but can text up a storm, huh? Just give me your info already!” You reluctantly typed your number into his phone, handing it back to him from across the table as he whistled.

“Cater. You’re freaking out the freshmen. Maybe take it down a notch?” Trey advised, worry evident in his tone. “Ha! Sorry! I can get a little extra sometimes. What were we talking about… The dorms, yeah? Ah, what fun to mentor new students! Go ahead, A-M-A.” “Before you get into the other dorms, I wouldn’t mind learning a bit more about ours. Like, what’s the deal with all this ‘Queen of Hearts rule number whatever’ junk?”

Ace asked, crossing his arms. “I’m sure you’re familiar with the legendary Queen of Hearts already? She had to rule over a kingdom of weirdos, and did it by emphasizing order and making strict rules.” Trey explained. “Our dorm, Heartslabyul, is an homage to her. By tradition, we wear armbands with the red and black of the Queen’s dress, and live by the rules she created.” Cater chimed in as you nodded, stabbing a potato with your fork and swallowing it as Grim snorted. “Pfft. Can you make me any more bored?” Cater spoke up, adding on.

“Now, the degree to which we adhere to the rules depends on the sitting housewarden. Past wardens have been much more lax.” Trey shook his head, earning a sigh from Ace. “Riddle, though? He doesn’t mess around. Basically, you could say that we’re honoring that tradition to the utmost extent possible.” “Bleah. Just my luck…” Ace groaned as Grim then cut in.

“So, what are the other dorms like, then?” Trey placed a finger on his chin, then explained. “As Cater mentioned earlier, the dorms of this school are themed after the Great Seven. We have our dorm, Heartslabyul, modeled after the strictness of the Queen of Hearts.” He continued on, piquing your interest.

“To run down the rest of them for you, we have… Savanaclaw, based on the persistent spirit of the King of Beasts. Octavinelle, based on the benevolent heart of the Sea Witch. Scarabia, based on the mindful personality of the Sorcerer of the Sands. Pomefiore, based on the tenacity of the Fairest Queen. Ignihyde, based on the king of the underworld.” He paused before going on. “And finally… Diasomnia, based on the noble spirit of the Thorn Fairy.” You hummed, cupping your face in your hands.

“How fascinating. I wish to further study the mysteries of this land in the future.” Meanwhile, Grim gawked, exclaiming loudly. “All those names are way too long! How’s anyone supposed to remember ‘em?” Cater let out a laugh at Grim’s reaction.

“Well, you get the idea. Want to or not, you’ll learn them soon enough.” Trey added on, continuing with a smile. “At orientation, the Dark Mirror picks a room for you based on the essence of your being. As a result, each dorm ends up with a distinct sort of… flavor, we’ll call it.” “That is sooo true. I totes see it.” Cater nodded, as Deuce mused. “‘Flavor,’ huh…?” Trey pointed to a boy with white hair, animal ears and a tail, who was tearing apart a hamburger on one side of the cafeteria.

“I wonder if he’d allow me to pet him…” You murmured, staring longingly at his fluffy fur. “That rough-and-tumble vibe he’s got has Savanaclaw House written all over it.” Trey said as Cater commented. “No doubt. That dorm is full of scrappy guys who are into, like, working out and fighting. How should I describe the vibe…? Macho dudes? Gruff big brothers? Something along those lines. The black and gold is another giveaway.” Grim tilted his head, then pointing to the handsome white-haired boy with glasses you had seen on orientation.

“Huh. All right, so what about that guy with the grey and purple cord wrapped around his arm?” Trey nodded, giving a response. “He’s gotta be from Octavinelle House. And the students sitting at the table in front of him has a red and gold armband–Scarabia colors.” You looked over to see the red-eyed boy who you’d helped before, smiling at the memory, albeit it being rather chaotic.

“Those dorms are for the smart students. They’re always neck-and-neck in the academic rankings. Ah, but the current housewarden of Scarabia doesn’t seem to be all that great of a student…” Cater muttered. “And here Cater goes, off on some tangent.” Ace sighed, grumbling.

“Ha. You learn fast. Let’s get back on topic. You see the flashy one with the purple and red armband? Those are Pomefiore colors.” Trey chuckled, then pointed to the two accented students you remembered, the purple-haired one catching a certain cat’s attention. “Whoa! The girl with potion books, I really like her!” He squealed, as Deuce’s eyes widened in shock. “What’s she doing in a boys’ school?!” Ace and you shared a look, shaking your heads.

“You two are such morons. There aren’t girls officially enrolled here.” Ace replied, causing the two to yell out in unison. “WHAAAAT?!” You let out a laugh, deciding to tease Deuce a bit. “How incredibly gullible you are… Did you not mistake me for a girl as well?” The boy’s face burned red at your words, as you noticed your group had caught the attention of the purple-haired Pomefiore student, who stared at you with confusion.

“Speaking of girls, there’s a portrait in the west hall who’s a real beauty. Name’s Rosaria. If you’d like to meet here, I’d be happy to introduce you. Maybe we can set something up?” Cater proposed, only for Ace to immediately shut it down. “A painting? Hard pass! I don’t care how cute she is if she’s two-dimensional!"

You hummed in agreement, stating your own opinion. “Agreed. However, I wouldn’t mind meeting her, for an opportunity to witness such art cannot be missed.” Cater glared at Ace, who stared back. “Come on, man. Who cares how many dimensions she’s got! Anyway, they take vanity pretty seriously at Pomefiore. It’s basically a dorm full of models. Their housewarden has 5,000,000 followers on Magicam.” “Hey, now, they’re not all just pretty faces. The students at Pomefiore are among the best at potions and casting spells.” Trey cut in as Cater laughed in agreement.

“Heheh. True dat. Next, we have Ignihyde… Their armbands are blue and black, but I don’t see any around here. They tend not to be the most outgoing of students. Even I don’t have a single friend from that dorm. They’re kind of the polar opposites of us sunny, fun-loving Heartslabyuls.”

“So they’re gloomy and miserable?” Grim inquired bluntly, Trey then letting out an awkward laugh as he scratched his nape. “Hey, no need to put it like that! They just have a reputation for being quiet and serious, is all. The dorm tends to attract magical-energy engineers and students who are good with tech.”

Deuce took a bite of his food, completely butchering the last dorm’s name. “And that just leaves… Diahonyalara, was it?” Your lips curled upwards slightly at Ace’s sudden response. “You were off to a good start, and then you rammed into the guardrails. It’s ‘Diasomnia.’” This caused the blue-haired boy to pout ever so slightly. “I know that! I just misspoke, all right?”

Cater pointed to a table sitting further above the rest, where there was a serious-looking green-haired boy, ethereal white-haired boy, and peppy boy with sharp fangs and pointed ears you had also remembered from orientation.

“Diasomnia House is, hm… Ah, look over there. Those guys in the special seating area. You can tell from the neon green and black armbands. They’re basically campus celebrities. The vibe they give off makes it real hard for regular schmucks like us to even approach them. And their housewarden is that times a thousand.” Cater stated as Ace suddenly spoke up.

“There’s a little kid in that group!” He exclaimed, as Trey nodded. “Ah, we do get some child prodigies here. But that guy there is no kid. He’s a junior like us. Name’s-” Everyone froze as a figure suddenly appeared behind you, arms resting around your shoulders. Ace choked on his bread and Deuce spat out his coffee. “Lilia. Lilia Vanrouge.” Grim instantly startled at the sight. “H-he just teleported!”

The Lilia in question continued, speaking smoothly. “I understand my apparent age interests you? As this bespectacled fellow accurately noted… Despite my fresh-faced, boyish good looks, it would be inaccurate to call me a ‘child.’” Trey muttered under his breath. “‘Fresh-faced,’ he says…”

However, you remained calm, continuing to chew your potatoes, before pausing, staring boredly at the fork. “Oh, how I wish there was a meal that could be consumed in five seconds. To waste so much time I could have used to create… on something so pointless yet vital at the exact bisection of a full day… How regrettable.” You mused, voice dry, catching the fae’s attention. “Oho?” He cleared his throat, gesturing to his table.

“You need not gawk at us from afar. You may feel free to speak with us directly. We are schoolmates, are we not? All of us at Diasomnia House welcome you without reservation.” To your table’s dismay, however, the two of the Diasomnia House glared daggers at you, causing the group to shudder.

“And yet, those guys over there aren’t exactly rolling out the red carpet in terms of approachability…” Deuce muttered, still a bit shaken. “Forgive me for appearing so suddenly during your meal. I do hope we can speak again.” The boy chuckled before seemingly disappearing into thin air. Ace shivered, letting out a sigh of relief. “Their table has got to be over twenty yards away from ours. And they overheard our conversation? That’s WAY creepy!”

Trey laughed awkwardly in response. “Well… Diasomnia House does have a bit of a reputation for having lots of special students. Some of them are extremely talented at magic. Their housewarden, Malleus Draconia, is considered to be one of the five best mages in the world.” Your ears perked up. That name again… Malleus. “Malleus is reeeeeal bad news. Though I suppose the same could be said of our own dear housewarden.” Cater said rather cheerfully.

“No kidding! He collared me for eating one slice of tart! All his rule obsession is outta control!” Ace exclaimed through munches as you suddenly felt someone approaching. “My ‘rule obsession’ is ‘outta control,’ is it?” A familiar voice asked, standing directly behind Ace, who kept on going. “You bet it is. Riddle’s just a petty tyrant who leans into the whole ‘rules’ schtick as a pretext to keep everyone under his puny thumb!”

Deuce, gulped, nudging his side. “Ace! Behind you!” Turning around, Ace saw before him none other than Riddle, who he had just been ridiculing mere seconds ago. This boy truly had a knack for digging his own grave. “Bwah?! Housewarden!” Ace gulped as Cater cut in, sweating a bit. “Hey, Riddle! What’s shakin’, pal? You’re lookin’ adorbs, as always!”

“Hmph. Cater, keep running that mouth and you’ll lose it - along with the rest of your head.” Riddle warned, causing the boy to back off. You must admit he has an adorable pout. “Sorry, sorry! My bad!” Next to you, Grim yelped at the sight of the redhead. “Myah?! You’re the guy who put that stupid collar on me at the orientation ceremony!” He narrowed his eyes at the cat.

“And you’re the new student who was nearly expelled yesterday. I’ll ask that you not refer to my signature spell as a ‘stupid collar.’ The headmage’s habit of tolerating rulebreakers like you is going to send this entire campus spiraling into chaos one day. Those who break the rules should have their heads removed immediately, without exception.” He stated matter of factly, earning a gulp out of Ace he whispered into your ear.

“Dude, seriously? This guy looks like a wimp, but talks like a monster!” Unfortunately, his words did not go unheard, for Riddle turned to him next. “The headmage may have forgiven you, but if you break any further rules, I assure you I will not.” Sitting up straighter, you looked at the boy standing before you.

Standing up, you offered him a hand. “Greetings, Housewarden of Heartslabyul. You may refer to me as Yuu. It’s an honor to properly introduce myself, and I’d first like to thank you for taking care of my comrade. I also deeply apologize for their impudent remarks and actions. Nonetheless,I look forward to learning alongside you.” You leaned closer, lowering your voice as you whispered in his ear.

“Please allow us to leave our first encounter in the past, alright?” You sat back down, giving the boy a wink before your expression returned blank as you ate your lunch. The boy covered his face with one hand, clearing his throat. “...Indeed. I am glad that someone with a brain has been watching over my students, and you have my respect for that, Yuu.”

Ace cut in, attempting to regain his magic as Riddle had seemed to have calmed down ever so slightly. “So, uh, listen, housewarden, sir… Any chance I could get you to remove this collar?” Riddle shifted his gaze to Ace, narrowing his eyes. “I had intended to remove it once you’d taken an opportunity to reflect upon your crimes. But I’ve detected not so much as a hint of remorse in the foolishness I’ve heard you spout today. So I think I’ll let you keep that for a while.”

He hummed, placing a hand on his hip. “Don’t worry. The freshman curriculum is more focused on magical theory than practice. And your inability to use magic will help prevent incidents along the lines of what happened yesterday. Now, if you’ve finished your meal, you should quit gossiping and prepare for your next class. Rule 271 is quite clear: ‘One must leave the table within fifteen minutes of completing their lunch.’ You DO understand what happens to rulebreakers, I trust?” Riddle asked, only resulting in Ace letting out a heavy sigh as he muttered under his breath. “More insane rules…” However, this only further provoked the boy, as he shouted. “I believe you mean to say, ‘Yes, Housewarden!’”

Both Deuce and Ace stood up, doing as commanded, replying loudly in unison. “Yes, Housewarden!” The redhead nodded in response. “Very well, then.” Trey looked over to the three, reassuring the housewarden. “Don’t worry, I’ll keep an eye on them.” Riddle hummed in response. “As vice housewarden, I trust you’ll avoid any further indiscreet conversation. Now, as per Rule 339.. ‘The post-meal beverage is to be lemon tea with two sugar cubes.’ Thus, I must go acquire my sugar cubes. Farewell. Don’t even get me started on their violation of running out of sugar cubes…!” He muttered, as you suddenly got up and stopped him. “Yes?--” The boy spun around as you rummaged through your bag, pulling out a small glass jar of sugar cubes and placing it in his hand, folding his fingers over his palm.

“The Ramshackle Dorm ghosts gave me this, however, I presume you’ll be needing it much more than I. I wish you a pleasant rest of your lunch, Riddle.” You hummed as he sputtered out a response. “Ah… I… Thank you, Yuu.” He walked off, muttering to himself, leaving you with the others. “Yeesh! That was terrifying.” Cater sighed in relief, as even Grim seemed a bit nervous.

“That guy… has some serious issues.” The cat muttered, causing Deuce to frown, shaking his head in disapproval. “Hey, don’t disrespect him!” You nodded along, agreeing with Deuce. A table or two away, a Heartslabyul student scanned the room. “Is the housewarden gone?”

The student next to him replied shakily. “I totally just broke Rule 168, ‘Never eat a hamburger on Tuesday.’ I don’t know what I would have done if he’d caught me!” He sighed, sorrow evident in his voice. “...I wish he wouldn’t come here so we could at least eat lunch in peace.”

Cater and Trey shared a look, before the green-haired junior spoke up, continuing on the conversation. “Riddle managed to secure the housewarden title before the end of his very first week at school. I know he can come off as a bit harsh, but he’s not a bad guy. Everything he does, he does because he thinks it’ll improve the dorm.”

“Would a good guy go around putting collars on strangers’ necks?” Grim asked as the duo let out a nervous laugh. “Had you not set the orientation aflame, you would not have ended up in such a situation. You have only yourself to blame.” You stated, causing the cat to growl. “Hey! …But that collar really hurt, and it shut off all my magic! That’s just rude!”

“Hm? You’re curious about Riddle’s signature spell?” Cater piped up as Deuce responded with an inquiry. “That means, like… It’s a spell that only he can cast, right?” Trey acknowledged his question, then gave an answer. “I doubt he’s the only person in the whole world… But yes, a signature spell is a magical ability that is, generally speaking, unique to its user. You’ll learn about them in class soon enough.”

Cater added on. “Riddle’s signature spell allows him to temporarily seal away the magic of another. The spell is named… ‘Off With Your Head!’” Grim huffed, remembering the fateful orientation day. “Even the name is completely psycho!”

Cater hummed, continuing. “To a mage, losing the ability to use magic is about as painful as losing your head completely. Which is why all of us at Heartslabyul House try hard not to violate Riddle’s rules.”

“And as long as you are following the rules, Riddle isn’t so scary.” Trey cut in with a smile as Ace turned to Cater. “Speaking of which - are you still not gonna let me into the dorm until I buy a tart, Cater?” The ginger gave him a nod. “Don’t @ me, but… yeah. That’s rule 53, so my hands are tied. Also, Riddle always looks forward to having the first slice of a tart. So if you want him to forgive you, you had better bring a whole tart!”

Ace sighed, huffing slightly. “What happened to ‘We’re all from the same dorm, let’s try to get along?’ Throw me a bone here!” Cater shook his head. “That’s one thing. This is another.” Deuce suddenly spoke up, musing. “A whole tart has gotta be pretty expensive.”

Ace groaned in response. “Seriously? I don’t have that much money!” He exclaimed as Cater suddenly proposed an idea. “Then why not make one yourself? Trey made those three tarts by hand, after all.” You looked over at Trey, giving him a smile. “How impressive. You possess great skills, Trey.” Complimenting him, Ace's eyes sparkled.

“You made those tarts, Trey? That’s incredible! That was like something you’d find at a bakery!” Trey’s lips curled upwards as he adjusted his glasses. “Heh. I appreciate that. We do have most of the stuff you’d need, but… I’m afraid I’ll need something from you in return.”

Ace’s jaw dropped in response as he crossed his arms over his chest. “You’re gonna charge me to make it?! What kinda racket…?!” Trey shook his head, explaining his previous words.

“Nah, I wouldn’t take money from a freshman! But Riddle wants a chestnut tart next, so I’m gonna need you to gather a ton of chestnuts.” Ace muttered under his breath, reluctantly urging him to go on.

“Like that’s any less of a hassle. But… fine. How many do you need?” “Well, it’s for the unbirthday party, so… Probably two or three hundred?” Deuce, Grim and your mouth’s all went agape, as you responded together.

“Did you say HUNDRED?!” Trey nodded, going on. “And they’re all gonna need to be boiled, shelled, and pureed.” Grim’s shoulders slumped, along with Deuce. “Alright, I’m gonna head out.” The blue-haired freshman nodded. “I’m leaving too.”

Ace’s eyes widened, as he whined, pointing an accusatory finger at the two. “You heartless cowards!” Cater cut in, catching your attention. “Hold up! Haven’t you ever heard that food tastes better if you make it with your friends? This’ll be a memory to treasure! It could even be your chance to make a splash as a cooking blogger!”

Trey nodded, adding on. “Don’t tell Riddle, but chestnut tarts are at their tastiest when eaten right out of the oven. And only the people who get to experience that culinary privilege are the ones who make it.” Grim paused, turning back towards the two, a smirk on his face. “Well, when you put it that way… Come on, humans, let’s do this!” Letting out a sigh, you ruffled the cat’s fur.

“Gluttonous as ever, I see, Grim. That’ll one day lead to your demise, you know?” He glared at you, before looking back at Trey who chimed in. “I heard there’s a whole bunch of chestnut trees in the woods behind the campus’s botanical garden.” A botanical garden? That certainly caught your interest. “Cool, plan made. Let’s meet at the botanical garden after last period.”

Ace said with a smirk. “We’re gonna be up to our ears in chestnuts!” Grim exclaimed with glee as you suddenly stood up. “Please watch over Grim for me, I’m going outside for a bit, for lunch is yet to end.” Deuce nodded, taking the cat from your hands.

Grabbing an empty container, you put your leftover potatoes inside it, then headed outside to the courtyard, gripping your pot hard as you sat down in the grass, attempting to cover the sun’s glare with your hand as you suddenly heard the sound of chewing coming from behind you.

Looking over your shoulder, you saw short, fluffy sandy-blond hair, accompanied by a pair of large, brown animal ears and a short tail of the same color, whose back was facing you.

The boy had dandelions clutched in one palm, causing your eyes to widen. You glanced at your container, then back at him, sighing and sliding it to the boy as you stood and walked off.

The boy glanced behind him at you, looking at the box of potatoes and back up at your retreating figure with a confused expression. And like that, you went back to join the others, ready to attend your next class.

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After your last period of the day ended, you headed to the woods behind the campus with the others, ready to search for chestnuts. “Woah! There really are a ton of chestnuts just layin’ around. I’m gonna be livin’ large on chestnut tarts! Mmm!” Grim exclaimed, picking one up. “Let’s get grabbin’- YOWCH! Myah! The chestnut spines pricked my paws!” The cat cried out.

“I don’t think we can do this with our bare hands. And we need something to put them in, too.” Deuce stated as Ace suddenly spoke up, proposing an idea. “Maybe we can find some supplies in the botanical garden?” The other boy nodded in response. “Let’s take a look.”

Walking into the botanical garden, you gushed at the sight of the luscious plants, immediately running around to each one, examining and identifying them as Grim struggled to keep up. “Whoa, I didn’t realize this place was so huge.” Ace stated, looking around with a grin.

“If it’s this large, it’s got to have a groundskeeper. Let’s split up and look.” Deuce said as Ace agreed. “Sure. Dibs on the right side.” Deuce hummed, pointing to his left. “Then how about I go left, while Grim and his prefect go straight ahead?”

You then parted, continuing on with your stroll alongside Grim, whose mind was occupied by food once again. “Hey, come take a look at this! There’s a ton of fruit growing here! Smells like they’re ripe, too!” The cat exclaimed as you nodded, then set him down. Suddenly, something caught your eye.

There, on the path, was a long, fluffy tail. More specifically, a lion's tail. Stepping over it, you attempted to peer into the bush to see the lion, hoping to perhaps get a sketch of it. However, as you leaned closer in, you suddenly lost your balance, falling straight down onto something hard.

“Ow!” You heard the person below you, whom you recognized as the lion-boy from orientation. You immediately stood up, about to retreat as you stretched your hand out to Grim, when you felt a sudden grip on your waist as you were pulled back, now sitting between his legs. “Hey! You’ve got some nerve wakin’ me up and tryna just walk away!”

On queue, Grim popped into the bush, looking at the mysterious boy. “Yuu, what’s with the hold up!- Hey, who’re you? Are you the groundskeeper? Not sure you oughta be talkin’ to students that way, pal.” Ignoring the cat, the boy went on. “Ain’t nothin’ worse than bein’ in the middle of a good nap and havin’ some jerk step on your tail.”

“My apologies…” You uttered out as he suddenly lifted up a strand of your hair, sniffing your neck, causing your blood to go cold. “You… I know you. You’re that herbivore from orientation who couldn’t use magic.” Eyes narrowed, you shuddered. “Please do note that I bathe regularly!” He paused, then stood up.

“...For someone who looks so girly, you sure do stink of semen. Hm. It’s true. You don’t smell of magic at all. Well, can’t say it’d be much fun to hurt someone so helpless. Still gonna do it, though.” The boy sighed, stating that all so nonchalantly. Grim glanced at you, sweating. “I dunno what’s up with this guy, but when he looks at me, it makes every follicle of fur stand on end…”

The boy crossed both arms over his chest, smirking. You were undeniably mesmerized by his beauty, for it was something you wished to capture desperately by now. “No one gets to jump on me and just walk away without payin’ the price. I’m in a bad mood on account of bein’ woken up from my nap, too. That’s gonna cost you a tooth.”

“...It would seem that I dug a grave.” You muttered as he raised his leg, ready to kick you. However, your face was turned to the direction where you heard approaching footsteps. “Yuu! Cheese it!” Grim squealed as a voice cut in just on time, causing the boy to halt. “Leona! There you are!”

“Heh?” Leona asked, whipping his head to look at the dandelion boy whom you’d given your potatoes to from yesterday. “I knew I’d find you here! We got after-school classes today, remember?” Leona groaned, scratching his head. “Ugh… And now I’ve got this guy on my tail…”

The boy sighed, shaking his head at the lion. “Leona, you already had to repeat one year. If you get held back again, we’ll be in the same grade!” Scoffing in response, Leona rubbed his temples. “Oh, put a sock in it already. I’m tired of all yer yappin’, Ruggie.”

Grim suddenly looked at you, pointing to Ruggie with a smug smirk. “Hey, Yuu! Ain’t that the boy ya were doodling during class?” You glared at the cat, silently warning him to be quiet. However, his words caught the attention of the hyena-boy, who looked your way. “Hah? Oh, it’s the guy from lunch…” He trailed off as you suddenly walked over to him.

You grabbed the boy’s face, cupping his hands in your palms, earning you looks of judgement and confusion from the three. “You. Do you perhaps have a favorite pastry?” Ruggie stared at you, befuddled, before responding. “Uh… Donuts? Why, you gonna give me your leftovers again or somethin’?” He let out that adorable little giggle again, causing your heart to melt.

“I look forward to seeing your reaction to my baking skills, then.” You responded, clearing your throat and turning to Grim. “I do believe the others await us. Let us take our leave.” And just like that, you abandoned the confused Savanaclaw duo, catching up to Ace and Deuce.

“Yo, guys, we found baskets and tongs.” Ace said, holding up the items with a grin. “Oh, right, the chestnuts! We gotta gather those chestnuts so I can get my tart on! We’ll fill em in on the crazy groundskeeper while we forage.” Grim exclaimed, already heading back to the woods.

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“Yeah, no way was that guy the groundskeeper.” Ace said, shaking his head. You thought of your old friend, whispering to yourself. “I do wonder how he and Heathcliff would interact…” Grim then spoke up, pointing out the boy’s attire. “Y’know, now that I think about it, he WAS wearin’ the gold vest of that Pajama-clog dorm.”

Deuce querked a brow, correcting the cat. “Pajama…clog? You mean Savanaclaw? You know, I’m starting to think that there’s an awful lot of delinquents here at Night Raven…” Nodding, you agreed with the boy. “Indeed so. It’s as though the moment I simply glance at someone, they instantly jump to battle me.”

Picking up one last chestnut, Ace let out a sigh of relief. “All right, that should be enough chestnuts. Let’s get these baskets over to Trey!” Grim let out a laugh, cheering loudly. “Myahaha! Now that we’re all gassed up, it’s destination: Flavortown, baby!”

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Arriving at the school’s kitchen, Trey greeted you all with a smile. “Welcome back. Looks like you got plenty!” Grim nodded as you turned to the boy, inquiring about another baking project. “Apologies for the trouble, but could I perhaps also get a recipe for plain donuts?”

At the request, the boy nodded. “That’s fine by me, I have a good recipe, actually. I’ll get it in a second.” You thanked him as Grim suddenly cut in, grinning. “Now you can make us some massive tarts!” Trey laughed at the cat’s words. “Well, the bigger the tarts, the harder it’ll be to peel all these nuts, so… good luck with that!”

“We have to peel all of these…? Suddenly the whole room is spinning…” Deuce muttered as Trey adjusted his glasses. “Preparation is the key to good baking.” Deuce scoffed, a smirk on his lips. “Yeah, yeah, I know. We’ve come this far. We’re not giving up now!”

After successfully finishing with the mixture, Ace cheered. “There! Finally got ‘em all pureed!” However, Deuce groaned as you massaged his arm. “My arm is killing me…” Trey smiled, complimenting your efforts. “Nice work. It’ll be all the sweeter for your pain!”

“The smell alone already has me droolin’...” Grim gushed, his mouth beginning to water. “I just need to add butter and sugar to the chestnut paste, and a sensible splash of oyster sauce- that’s my secret ingredient!” Trey exclaimed, causing you all to pause in shock.

“Oyster sauce?!” Deuce and Ace shouted, their eyes widened. “Yep. The umami of the oysters gives the cream a deep, savory flavor. I use this one here: Walrus-brand Young Oyster Sauce. All the best bakers use it in their tarts.” Trey said, holding up a bottle of oyster sauce.

Deuce tilted his head to the side, inquiring more about the so-called secret ingredient.”Really? But isn’t oyster sauce like, super salty?” Ace shrugged, adding on. “Some folks put chocolate into curry, don’t they? Maybe it’s the same idea.” You hummed, also interested in the conversation at hand.

“Pfft… Ahahaha!” Trey began laughing, a tear even rolling down his cheek. “I’m totally lying! No one in their right mind would put oyster sauce into a pastry.” Ace’s jaw dropped, as he looked rather embarrassed. “What!? So you were just yankin’ our chain?”

Trey continued laughing even as he responded. “I mean, if you’d used your brain, you’d have realized how ridiculous it was! Let that be a lesson to you. Don’t believe everything you hear.” You nodded at his words, agreeing with them as Grim huffed. “Feh. And here I thought that human was actually somewhat decent.”

“Next I’ll put in the cream… Oh!” Trey exclaimed, noticing the lack of ingredients. “What’s wrong?” Ace asked, raising a brow as the green-haired boy explained. “You guys gathered so many chestnuts that we may have overdone it with the chestnut paste. I don’t think we have enough cream to mix in.” He let out a sigh.

Deuce suddenly spoke up, offering to acquire cream. “Then I’ll go buy some. Do they sell it at the school store?” Trey nodded, giving the boy a list. “They sell pretty much everything, so… probably. Can I have you pick me up a few other things? I need two cartons of milk, two packs of eggs, some muffin cups, five cans of fruit…”

As Trey went on, Deuce looked a little dizzy as he turned to look at you. “I don’t think I’ll be able to carry all that back. Yuu, could you come with me?”
You nodded, a bit tired from stirring nonstop. “I shall gladly accompany you, Deuce.” Grim raised his hand tiredly, also agreeing to join the two of you. “Then I’m comin’ too! I’m getting dizzy from all this stirrin’. I need a break!”

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The three of you entered the school store, looking around. The shop itself was rather bizarre, yet ultimately intriguing with its plethora of unique items. “Hello, can I get some he- Whoa. This shop is wild. They have crystal skulls, grimoires, taxidermied… Uh, I don’t even know what animal that is!” Deuce fretted, looking around for the owner.

“You think they really sell cream here?” Grim asked skeptically as you browsed the items, two in particular catching your attention. Suddenly, the owner, presumably, appeared out of nowhere, doing a little dance. “Greetings, my stray imps, how fare you today? Welcome to Mr. Sam’s Mystery Shop. What among my humble selection interests you? A charm from a secluded land? The mummified remains of an ancient king? A cursed tarot card?”

Grim jumped, a shiver running down the cat’s spine. “Myah! I wasn’t expectin’ this kinda selection.” Deuce pulled out Trey’s list of ingredients, handing it to Mr. Sam. “Um, we wanted to buy all the items on this list…” Grim suddenly added on, grinning. “Ring up two cans of tuna while you’re at it!”

“No, Grim! We’re not here for tuna! Deuce reprimanded, shaking his head. “What’s this? Cream and eggs and… Quite the sacchariferous list! I’ll get everything for you.” Sam stated, gathering all of the ingredients and putting them in a bag. “Whoa… He really does stock that stuff, huh?” Deuce whispered to you, earning a smile.

Handing the bags to you and Deuce, Mr. Sam grinned. “Here you go. It’s pretty heavy… Are you sure you can carry this? Luckily for you, our 1/100th size flying saucers are 30% off today. Perfect for flying groceries!” Grim’s eyes brightened, the cat nearly falling victim to the scam. “Ooh, lemme see! That sounds awesome!”

“We’re fine, thank you. Let’s go, Grim.” Deuce said, grabbing the cat and pulling him back. “Myah! I didn’t realize today was National No Fun Allowed Day!” Grim shouted, as you looked at the items in your hand, placing them on the counter. “Just a moment, may I also buy these?”

Mr. Sam inspected them, musing. “Ah, a small dagger and a hand mirror? Such interesting choices! None have any spark to them, though.” You hummed, nodding. “That is fine by me. How much?” After paying, you left among the others as Sam called out. “Until next time, my little imps. Do come again! Ciao!”

Walking through main street with Grim riding on your shoulder, you glanced at Deuce, who was first to talk. “That store was amazing.” Grim scoffed, crossing his paws over his chest. “Yeah, and you’re amazingly cheap.” The boy scowled, insulted by the cat’s words. “Who are you calling cheap?! Hmph.”

He then glanced at you, noticing the weight of your bag. “Yuu, looks like you got the bag with all the cans. That must be heavy. Let me take that one. I’ve got a little trick for carrying heavy bags.” You tilted your head, wondering what he meant. “A trick, you say?”

Deuce nodded, explaining. “Yeah. My mom always used to stock up at sales, and the bags would get ridiculously heavy. I was the only man in the house, so I got to do all the heavy lifting, and- Oh, sorry. I didn’t mean to monopolize the conversation.” He sighed as you shook your head with a smile.

“You seem to take good care of your mother. How endearing.” Deuce blushed, instantly denying it. “No, it wasn’t like that at all. The truth is, I- Owww!” He suddenly crashed down to the ground as a group of passing students had bumped into him. “Myah! The eggs!” Grim exclaimed, shock overcoming you all at the abruptness of the situation.

“T-the carton of eggs is totally smashed! And now the bag’s dripping egg good everywhere.” Deuce stuttered out, frowning. You peered into the bag, your expression turning darker. “How dreadful… The ingredients lay broken, and not an ounce of inspiration remains. I have not felt such shame in a long time.”

One of the delinquents, whom you’d recognized from the earlier recoiled. “Ouch! Why don’t you watch where you’re- Hey! You’re the jerks who broke the egg yolk of my carbonara!” His friend sneered, leering at Deuce. “I’ve had about enough of you punks. You need to learn your place!”

“You’re the ones who darted at us from around a corner! And you picked a fight with us at lunch over an egg that you were still totally able to eat! And now you’ve destroyed six of OUR eggs!” Deuce said, Grim nodding along in agreement. “Yeah! He’s right!” You placed a hand on Deuce’s shoulder, backing him up. “Indeed. Deuce speaks only the truth.”

“So what? You sayin’ that was our fault?” The student hissed, causing Deuce to respond with nonchalance. “I am. Please reimburse us for the eggs. And then apologize to the chickens.” The other delinquent scoffed, teasing your friend. “Ooh, look who’s got his big boy pants on. You sure are makin’ a big deal outta some stupid eggs.”

“What?” Deuce’s face darkened at the student’s words, his aura completely changing. “They didn’t touch the ground. You can still eat ‘em. I saved you the trouble of breakin’ em yourself!” The delinquent placed a hand on Deuce’s shoulder, only to be grabbed harshly by the collar a mere second later as Deuce screamed in his face. “This ain’t funny! GOT IT?”

You and Grim watched in shock, the cat’s mouth going agape. “His personality changed again!” Deuce continued, causing the delinquent to sweat. “‘Just’ eggs? You don’t get to call them ‘just’ eggs! These eggs here… They’ll never hatch into chicks! They were going to be a delicious tart for us instead! We lost six of them. And if you refuse to pay us back…”

He paused, then slammed his fist against his palm, cracking his knuckles. “Well… Let’s just say you don’t want that to happen!” His entire shift in demeanor was shocking. Grim quivered at the boy’s bloodlust, meanwhile you were even more intrigued in the boy.

The delinquent let out a nervous laugh, readying his fist to punch. “You think you’re gonna take me on? You’ve got another thing comin’, kid!” However, before he could even land a finger on Deuce, he was again grabbed by the collar, and hit with a punch so hard it sent him flying to the ground. “Okay, here it comes!”

Even upon being struck to the hard concrete, Deuce continued, grabbing him again, yelling in the boy’s face as you cheered him on. “Next time you want to eat an egg… You better apologize to it a hundred times first!” However, the delinquent suddenly broke free, dashing off with his friend. “This guy’s outta his mind!”

“Next time you eat an egg, you better apologize a hundred times, you buncha chumps!” Deuce spat out, breathing heavily as you and Grim approached him. “Amazing, Deuce…” You muttered as Grim checked on the boy. “Whooooooa…. What’s wrong?”

Deuce growled in frustration, letting out a sigh. “I did it again, didn’t I…? ARGH! I was dead-set on becoming an honor student this time, too!” Grim tilted his head to the side, confusion in his tone. “Huh?” Deuce went on, explaining his outburst.

“When I was in middle school, I was pretty wild. I cut school all the time and got in fights. I called my teachers names, hung out with bullies, bleached my hair… I blasted around tight curves on my Magic Wheel… I’d show off my magic to kids who couldn’t use it yet… I was a total punk.” You hummed, urging him to go on as Grim bluntly interrupted. “So you were only a little more annoying than you are now?”

Glaring at the cat, you assured the boy. “That explains a lot, Deuce. Please, continue?” He nodded, going on. “But one night, I saw my mom talking on the phone to my grandma. She was trying to hide from me, but I saw her, and I could tell she was in tears. She was saying how she must have been a horrible mom, and that maybe she never should have tried to raise me by herself.

That had nothin’ to do with it! She hadn’t done anything wrong. It was all me. When the carriage came to take me to Night Raven College, she was so happy for me. I decided then and there that this time, I wouldn’t do anything to make her cry. This time, I’d become an honor student- someone she could be proud of. And I already messed it all up!” He exclaimed, sadness in his tone.

You mused, then responded. “I think not. You set those students straight, after all, they were in the wrong. You know, I spent most of my middle school days focusing solely on my grades, and ended up regretting it in the end, wishing I had spent my time surrounding myself with those whom I loved instead of pushing them all away.”

Pausing, you went on. “Not just that, but it’s so incredibly admirable how you cared so much for your mother. I can tell you have the potential to hold authority in this school or wreak havoc, and yet instead of choosing that path, you strive to become better. Even honor students get angry sometimes.” Grim nodded, agreeing with a grin. “What henchman said!”

Deuce began tearing up, getting emotional. “You guys… Heheh… I guess you’re right! I just hope those chicks can rest in peace.” You and Grim shared a look, turning back to Deuce. “Those eggs weren’t fertilized, Deuce.” He choked, jaw agape. “Wha-WHAAAAAAT?! Are you kidding me?!”

Giggling at his reaction, you continued. “Worry not, my friend. Ah, and if you ever seek assistance with your studies in the future, don’t be afraid to ask.” He nodded, smiling at you as you turned back to Sam’s shop. Suddenly, Deuce stopped in his tracks, staring at you with a frown.

“Hey, about the first time we met… I’m sorry for mistaking you for a girl.” Letting out a soft laugh, you waved your hand in a dismissing manner. “Worry not. It was a simple mistake, which can be easily forgiven. Furthermore, such things oft happen more than one would guess.”

“Well, then… I think it’s really cool how bold you are to express yourself like you do! It’s inspirational to see even someone who’s like, super smart can also be unique an’ stuff.” Deuce added on, causing you to grin as you looked at the boy. Grabbing him by the tie, you pulled the ex-delinquent in for a quick kiss on the lips, leaving him frozen in shock.

“I’m glad we had this conversation, Deuce. It was long past due. Now, shall we replace those eggs?” You asked, smiling. He snapped out of his daze, nodding, a red flush dusting his cheeks. “R-right!”

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Opening the door, you, Deuce and Grim entered the kitchen, groceries in hand. “Ah, you’re finally back! Took ya long enough.” Ace said with a smirk. “Let’s get this tart-y started!” Trey grinned, holding up a spatula.

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“Okay, now we just sprinkle on a little powdered sugar, and…” The green-haired boy said, sweat dripping down his face. “Finished!” Grim and Ace exclaimed together, the cat drooling at the sight of the completed tart before him, causing you to let out a stifled laugh.

Deuce, however, seemed still somewhat at shock due to the egg incident, as he spoke in a hoarse, defeated voice. “Fin…ished…” Noticing it immediately, Ace raised a brow, turning to you and Grim. “Did something happen to him while you were shopping?”

“Best not to dwell much on it.” You responded, clearing your throat as the boy continued muttering to himself. “For sixteen years, I was so sure…” Deuce trailed off as Ace groaned. “Yeah, whatever. I’m pretty beat. Making tarts sure takes it outta you.” You nodded in agreement, still somewhat sore from stirring.

It was then that the door was creaked open, and at the doorframe, in leaned Cater, waving happily. “Hey, fam! You looked wrecked.” He looked over to Trey, who was bringing out one of the sliced tarts. “Ooh, those look sooo cute! Lemme snap a quick pic for Magicam!”

Ace narrowed his eyes at the third year. “What, NOW you decide to show up?” The boy scoffed, causing Cater to shrug, sitting down next to you and Grim, who was looking at the pastry before him with gleaming eyes. “I just came to see how hard my little newbs were working.”

“It’s tough work if you’re not used to it. But there’s no better cure for the ails of fatigue than something sweet from the oven! Help yourself to some of this tart.” Trey said with a smile, causing all but you and Ace to yell out with glee.

“Pretty funny how you managed to show right when it was ready to eat, Cater.” Ace grumbled as Cater let out a giggle. “Heheh. Someone’s gotta be the official taster!” You hummed, glancing at the cat next to you. “I believe that role would go to Grim.” Meanwhile, the cat in question was still drooling over the tart. “Mmmm… That smells so good…”

He gushed at the sight of the pastry, picking up his slice and eating it. “Glossy chestnuts on top, fluffy cream below… I can’t wait another second, I’m going in!” Following along with Grim, the rest of you dug in, immediately amazed by the flavor of the tart. “Oh, dang…” Ace muttered, shocked by its taste.

“Yuuum! Liked and subscriiibed!” Cater exclaimed, grinning happily. “This is like something from a fancy bakery.” Deuce said, still rather taken aback by his creation. You hummed, still holding the fork up to your mouth, savoring the tart’s flavor. “Quite the artistic tour de force we have produced… Ah, I cannot help but be overcome with anticipation for Riddle’s critique of this piece.” You murmured, sighing.

“Rich in flavor, yet not too sweet… It’s like chestnuts are dancing across my tongue!” Grim beamed, nearly scarfing down the treat whole if not for Trey cutting in. “Is that… a good thing?” He asked, as Cater suddenly interrupted. “Oh, Trey! You gotta do the thing.”

Trey tilted his head to the side in confusion before eventually coming to understand the other’s suggestion. “The thing? Oh… That.” Ace querked a brow, wanting in on the conversation happening. “Uh, wanna fill me in here?”

“What’s everyone’s favorite food?” Trey inquired, dodging the boy’s inquiry. “Me? Probably cherry pie. Or hamburgers.” Ace stated, as Grim responded next. “Canned tuna’s at the top of my list. Then maybe cheese omelets, roast meat, pudding…” The cat went on and on, trailing off.

“If I had to pick, I guess I’d say… omelet rice?” Deuce pondered as Cater then responded with a smile. “I like a nice lamb chop with diablo sauce.” You thought for a moment before giving your answer. “Perhaps… a simple stir fry?” You responded, remembering sharing the meal often with that man. Such wonderful times.

Trey nodded, getting out his magic pen and casting a spell. “All right, you’ve got it… Let’s ‘Paint the Roses’!” Deuce glanced up at him, confused. “Huh? What does that mean?” However, Trey simply winked in response, pointing at the boy’s tart. “Take another bite of your tart and see.”

Doing as instructed, you brought the fork to your mouth, the familiar taste causing your eyes to widen. It wasn’t exactly the same, but still made your pulse quicken as you reminisced those eventful memories. “Huh? How- Now it tastes like cherry pie!” Ace exclaimed, his face flushed from the delicious tart.

“It’s just like canned tuna!” Grim exclaimed, taking another bite. “Now it tastes like a cheese omelet! And grilled meat! And pudding!” The cat went on, gushing through munches. “Neat trick, eh? That’s gotta be a hit when Trey’s having tea with the ladies.” Cater said, smirking at the third year.

Deuce nodded in agreement, glancing at Trey. “It’s very impressive. Is changing flavors your signature spell, Trey?” The boy shook his head, explaining. “Technically, it's ‘overwriting characteristics.’ I can change taste, color, smell, whatever. It only lasts for a little while. But it is kinda like covering up the real thing, hence, ‘painting.’”

Grim pondered, grinning widely. “If I had magic like that, I could be eatin’ canned tuna every meal of every day! That’s way better than Riddle’s stupid collar magic!” Trey smiled sadly, adjusting his glasses as his tone lowered. “Oh, that’s in a whole other league. His signature spell is a weapon. Mine’s just childish prestidigitation. Speaking of Riddle- it’s too late to give him these now. Let’s call it a day and do it tomorrow. Don’t forget that tomorrow’s the unbirthday party. You don’t want to be late.”

You immediately frowned, noticing the boy put himself down whilst compared to Riddle with such ease. “Yuu, can I crash with you again? It doesn’t sound like I’ll be allowed back in my own dorm tonight.” Ace asked as you nodded. “I don’t mind.”

“Again, seriously?” Cater sighed, disapproving of Ace’s request. “It isn’t right to keep mooching off of Yuu, Ace.” Deuce shook his head, crossing his arms. “Yeah, it ain’t! If you wanna stay tonight, you gotta pay for the privilege! Ten cans of tuna!” Grim piped up, smirking mischievously.

“What?! Guess I’m sleeping outside, then.” Ace exclaimed, huffing. “Pay them no mind, Ace.” You placed a hand on his shoulder, voice lowering as you whispered in his ear. “My bed is always open for you.” The boy jumped, looking back at you, shocked.

Trey looked over at Deuce, suggesting he join you.
“Why don’t you go and stay at Yuu’s dorm too, Deuce, so can you keep an eye on him? As vice housewarden, I can issue you a sleepover pass.”
Cater giggled, poking fun at the third-year once again. “That’s our Trey, always spoiling the newbs. What fun for you. Ooh, maybe I’ll come too! What do you say, Yuu.”

“The more the merrier.” You replied with a shrug as Trey glared at the other. “No pass for you.” Cater deflated, pouting. “Aww. Sad trumpet… Womp womp woooomp.” Trey glanced back over to you, offering you an apology. “Sorry to dump them all on you, Yuu. At least it’s just for tonight.” He paused, eyes widening. “Oh, and before I forget… the donuts!”

He got up, grabbing your finished donuts and handing them to you with a smile as you gave him your response. “Ah, thank you. And you need not apologize, I truly don’t mind at all.” He smiled, leaving with Cater as you split ways, bidding each other farewell. “Tomorrow’s the unbirthday party. Finally, I’m gonna get rid of this stupid collar! Just you wait, Riddle!” Ace exclaimed as you all headed to the dorm.

-

At the Ramshackle Dorm, you practically fell down into your bed, finally getting some space for yourself. You, who thrived in solitude, were cast into this unknown world, now forced to socially interact with others daily. However, you weren’t particularly complaining, for your newfound friends were somewhat a cure to your loneliness.

You admired Deuce’s respect for you, as he immediately declared Ace and he would share the couch, unwilling to invade your privacy, despite Ace’s complaints. Taking out your items you had purchased earlier, you stared into the mirror with a sigh.

As you peered at your reflection, your eyes widened. What stared back wasn’t you, no, but was a person, one who looked similar to you other than a few differences. While they appeared to have almost the exact same features, they had slightly larger eye bags, and shorter hair, giving them a more masculine appearance in comparison to you. They also looked shocked upon seeing you.

“Hm?...” The man opened his mouth on the other side of the mirror, and you heard him. This was absolutely shocking. “You. State your name.” You ordered, at which he did, saying exactly what you were afraid of hearing– your own name. This was you, but in a way, he wasn’t.

The two of you began to converse, speaking to each other late into the night, making sure to speak ever so quietly as to not awaken anyone. Finally, you had learned that this was, in fact you, just a different version. In a different universe.

As he explained, you learned even more. This version of you lived in a dystopian world, blah blah. This mirror you were communicating through, it was a glass mirror created by the other you, which was capable of reflecting alternate worlds and timelines of himself and others, which he would then use to pull forth their mirrored versions into battle against enemies and other entities.

The entire concept utterly fascinated you. However, your mouth opened in dismay upon his next confession. He explained he had never met a mirror version such as yourself, in a situation such as yours. While the other versions were from different worlds, they all somehow related to his original one, which yours did not.

What he said next only further confused you, for your mirrored self said that when in danger, you should attempt to use the mirror to summon a mirror version, upon hearing of Twisted Wonderland and your lack of magic. Nodding, he then advised you to sleep, which you reluctantly did.

Upon falling into slumber, you were met with another dream. There, in the scene before you, the same blonde girl lay on the ground, as the woman from the statue held up a tree, about to strike. “For painting my roses red, someone will lose his head!” She shouted, causing you to quiver.

Coming to the girl’s aid, the three of clubs card trembled. “Y-your majesty, if anyone’s to blame, it’s him!” Beside it was the two of clubs, who pointed at the ace of clubs, who was covered in red paint. “Have mercy, Your Grace! It was the Ace!” The card had exclaimed, further perplexing you.

“So it was YOU.” The Queen glared at the card, who instantly denied it. “Gah, no, it was the Two!” Moving closer, she gripped the tree harder. “Then he will pay.” Unfortunately, the two of clubs pointed back at the three, now throw in the blame his way. “It was the Three, I say!”

“Enough with this. Off with ALL their heads!” The Queen exclaimed, the scene then changing to the cards getting dragged away to be executed. You fretted, finding the dream to be rather horrid and unpleasant. Oh, how you wished for this to just end.

Luckily for you, Deuce stood before you, next to Ace as you were roused awake. “Yuu, wake up. The unbirthday party is today. If we’re late, well, you know…” Deuce trailed off, frowning. “Ah, that is correct. Today is the day of the party.” You responded with a yawn.

“Hmm? It sounds like you have a visitor.” Deuce said, glancing at the door. “Mmm… Indeed so.” You got up, heading into the lounge and creaking open the door to see none other than an overly-energetic Cater. “Good mooorning! Did you enjoy your sleepover? Did you bond over pillow fights and card games?”

Ace perked up, noticing the boy had waltzed into your dorm as though he owned the place. “Oh, good morning, Cater. We did play some cards, yeah. But only Old Maid, ‘cause that was the only one Grim knew how to play.” Grim huffed, piping up. “And I still got the old maid every time, dang it!”

“Let’s just say Grim doesn’t have a very good poker face.” Deuce stated as you snickered. “During spin the bottle, we got Ace and Deuce to–” Unfortunately for you, the duo had effectively shut you up at once by placing a hand over your mouth.

Cater raised a brow, then continued. “Well, you should get one of the tarts we made yesterday and go apologize to Riddle. And you should probably hurry, because after the trouble yesterday, we’re a little short-handed.” Ace tilted his head, confused. “What does that mean?”

“Don’t worry. I’ve totes got it under control. Anyway, off to the party we go!” Cater exclaimed, successfully changing the subject, leaving you with many questions. Shrugging, you all continued on to the Heartslabyul Dorm, tart in hand.

“All right, so I’ll hand over the tart and say I’m sorry, then-” Ace muttered, then being cut off by a clone of Cater. “Hey, it’s about time I got back! Good to see me!” The Cater next to you smirked, greeting his clone joyfully. “And me! Looking good as always, me!”

Deuce, Grim and Ace all frowned, exclaiming in shock. “Bwuh?!” Deuce’s eyes widened, confusion evident in his tone. “T-there’s two Caters?!” Ace and him shared the same expression, as the first year recoiled. “Are you guys identical twins?!”

One of the Cater’s shook his head. “Nope. Don’t have any siblings. What I DO have is my signature spell, Split Card. It lets me make magic duplicates of myself.” Deuce hummed, realization setting in. “This must be how Cater kept coming after we beat him over and over again yesterday…”

And just like that, two more Carters appeared suddenly. “Welcome home, daaarlings.” Another approached you, nuzzling his face into your neck. “Good to see you, Cutie!” The Cater from before glared at the others. “You’re late! I was worried sick!”

“Bwah! There’re more of them?” Ace gulped, jumping in shock. “JSYK, I’m actually the real Cater. Making these duplicates is suuuper exhausting, so I can’t maintain them for long.” One exclaimed as the rest disappeared.

“Anyway, if we’re late, heads will roll. And since we’re several people short, we’ll need your help. But when this is over, I promise I’ll take you straight to Riddle.” Cater stated, earning a groan from Grim.
“What, MORE roses?” Ace nodded, sighing. “And here we go again!” Cater grinned, leading the way through the garden yet again. “Get the lead out, peeps! We need to get started!”

-

Finally having finished painting the roses, Deuce panted, smiling softly. “...Well, this is going better than before.” You nodded as Cater looked your way, giving you both a thumbs up. “Looking good! Ooh, it’s almost time! Okay, all you sexy body doubles, that’s a wrap!” The clones all beamed happily before disappearing. “Aye-aye, Cay-Cay!”

As you entered the Tea Garden, you were met with a plethora of tea and treats galore, along with decorations fit for the theme. It was all so wonderfully pleasant on the eyes, albeit the large portion of the garden being red. There stood the students in a line, saluting to Riddle.

“All hail our leader, the red sovereign himself… Housewarden Riddle! We salute you, Housewarden Riddle!” They all exclaimed as the boy nodded, turning to Trey. “Hm. The garden roses are red, the tablecloths are white… This seems a proper unbirthday indeed. Is there a dormhouse asleep in the teapot, as there should be?”

Trey gave him a response, confirming the housewarden’s inquiry. “Of course. And should it become necessary, we’ve also prepared the jam to spread on his nose.” How truly odd the rules were! “Very good.” Riddle responded, his lips curling upward ever so slightly.

“Myah! Those are some fancy duds!” Grim exclaimed, glancing at the students attire in shock. “These are Heartslabyul dorm clothes, Aren’t they fierce? At the forefront of fashion, and they look great on Magicam. One of the Queen’s rules mandates formal dress on party days.” Cater responded, looking over to your group with a smirk.

“As a show of kindness from a beloved mentor, I’ll help coordinate your outfits.” Cater pulled out his magic pen, casting a spell that had completely changed your clothes. Ace and Deuce now wore the dorm uniform, and Grim had gotten a checkered bow. As for you, the regular uniform you wore was then replaced with an outfit resembling the mad hatter.

You now wore a cream blouse with a checkered vest and bowtie, along with a black tailcoat and brown shorts, under which were a pair of white diamond-patterned tights. On top your head was a large tophat with an intricate design. Looking down at your attire, you gaped in shock, as did the others.

“Whoa!” Deuce exclaimed as Ace smirked. “Lookin’ sharp!” Grim gushed, a happy expression on his face. “Myah! So cool!” You grinned as Cater pulled you in for a photo for Magicam, ready for the party to begin. “Now, let’s tear this party up! And don’t forget to give Riddle the tart.”

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There, at the unbirthday party, Riddle sat, holding up a teacup as Trey silently poured him his tea. “Before we begin the croquet tournament, let us make a toast. Does everyone have their teacup? On this most significantly unauspicious of days, I bid all in attendance… a very merry unbirthday!” The housewarden declared, causing the students to erupt into cheer, all toasting. “To a very merry unbirthday!”

Noticing that Riddle was unoccupied, Cater gave Ace a nudge. “Ace, this is your chance!” Ace nodded uneasily, staring down at the apology gift he held. “Right…” You followed behind him as he approached the housewarden, the boy gulping in his presence. “Uh, housewarden, sir…” Acknowledging the first-year, Riddle nodded. “Ah, it’s you. The tart thief.”

Ace scratched his head, reluctantly giving his upperclassman his apology. “Yeah, so, I wanted to apologize for eating that tart. We made you a new tart to replace it.” He held up the giftbox from behind his back, presenting it to Riddle, who stared at the offering with interest. “Hmm? And what kind of tart is it?”

Opening the box, Ace bestowed the pastry to the boy with a smile. “I’m so glad you asked! It’s a chestnut tart, and I swear, we weren’t stingy with the chestnuts.” Upon hearing that, Riddle paused. His eyes widened, a frown forming on his face. “A CHESTNUT tart?!” He exclaimed, causing you to querk a brow.

“What?!” Ace questioned, perplexed by Riddle’s abrupt reaction. Clearing his throat, the red-haired boy explained. “The Queen of Hearts’s rule 562: ‘One must never bring a chestnut tart to an unbirthday tea party.’” Trey and Cater glanced at each other, eyes widened in shock as Riddle went on. “This is an utterly flagrant rule violation! Do you understand what you’ve done?! You’ve ruined an otherwise perfect unbirthday!"

Deuce’s mouth went agape as he spoke up. “Rule 562…?!” You tilted your head to the side, then grinned slightly. “Ah… How impressive, Housewarden of Heartslabyul.” The boy glanced at you, his gaze softening ever so slightly. “...I thank you kindly, Yuu. There are 810 rules in all, and as housewarden, I can of course recite each and every one of them.”

Cater leaned closer to Trey, the two of them whispering to one another as Riddle turned back to Ace, his gaze hardening. “As housewarden of a dorm established to honor the Queen of Heart’s rigor, I cannot ignore this. Destroy the offending tart immediately! Then throw those rulebreakers out of the dorm!”

Everyone’s expressions turned to that of shock, Ace suddenly speaking up. “Whoa, hold up! Is that one of your rules too?!” Grim scowled, raising his paw. “Yeah! If you want the tart gone, let me eat it!” You glanced at the cat, sighing at his usual antics.

“Housewarden, allow me to apologize. I was the one who suggested making a chestnut tart.” Trey said, gesturing to himself, attempting to direct the attention off of Ace as Cater then joined in with a nervous laugh. “I was a part of that too. We had no idea there was a rule about it!” However, Riddle’s expression had contorted to one of utmost rage, his face turning abnormally red with anger. “The making of the tart is not the issue. The issue is bringing it HERE. Today. THAT is the transgression!” He exclaimed, fuming.

You frowned, placing a hand on the housewarden’s shoulder in an attempt to calm him down. “Riddle, please take this into further consideration. Ace has put much effort into the tart for your forgiveness, he had no ill will.” Riddle glanced over to you, his voice lowering into a whisper, a look of betrayal on the boy’s face. “Yuu, surely not you as well!--” Unfortunately, Ace spoke up, interrupting the upperclassman.

“Yeah! All you do is cite one stupid rule after another! You sound totally foolish!” Ace exclaimed, scowling. However, the housewarden only seemed to be even more agitated by his accusation. “What did you just call me? ‘Foolish’?!”

Cater suddenly cut in, attempting to stop the situation from going any further. “Everyone, stop! Don’t dig this hole any deeper!” He turned to Riddle, sweat dripping from his forehead. “And Riddle, please try to remember that these are new students who’ve only been here a few days!”

Ace shook his head, doubling down. “Nah, bro. I’ve got a shovel and I am DIGGING. Throwing away a tart to obey some insane rule is about as foolish as it gets.” Deuce nodded, stepping closer to the boy. “I agree with Ace. Of course, I understand that rules do need to be followed, but… This is going much too far.”

Riddle glared down at the two, pointing an accusatory finger at them. “Are you attempting to debate me? Bold move. But I’ll bite. By breaking even the smallest rule, you are throwing the gate to anarchy.” Ace grimaced, turning to the surrounding Heartslabul students.

“Everyone, I know you’re afraid of getting your magic sealed away, but you know this is insane, right?” One of the students stuttered out a response.
“N-no, we, uh…” As he trailed off, Riddle raised a brow. “Well? Isn’t it?” The group of students immediately shook their heads. “Far from it, Housewarden Riddle, sir! We trust in your judgement, sir!”

Grim growled, looking at the group in disgust. “You little…” Ace also narrowed his eyes at them, repulsed by their cowardice. “You spineless, fair-weather cowards…” He muttered, frowning. Riddle suddenly piped up, still grimacing.

“In the year since I became housewarden, not a single student from Heartslabyul House has dropped out or been held back a year. We are the only house that can boast such a feat. Furthermore, of everyone in this dorm, I have the best academic standing.” Riddle stated, then gesturing to himself, going on.

“Hence, I am the most correct! If you would simply obey me without question, we wouldn’t need to contend so.” Deuce attempted to explain, only to be cut off. “Listen, we-!” Riddle shook his head, scowling. “It’s not off with their heads because I want to do that. I do it because rules must never be broken.” Upon hearing that, Trey went silent as he stared down at his shoes, only further perplexing you.

Riddle pointed his staff at your group, yelling loudly. “If you will not obey me, then I will have all of your heads!” Cater gulped, turning to you all. “Okay, let’s all say, ‘Yes, Housewarden Riddle.’” Deuce shook his head, placing a hand on his hip. “...I can’t.” Looking over to the boy, you nodded, moving by his side in an act of support.

“I shan’t abandon my comrades. My utmost apologies, Riddle.” You stated, feeling a hint of regret upon seeing the boy’s expression, his eyes showing hurt. “...What a shame, Ramshackle Prefect. And to think you dressed yourself so handsomely today.” He looked away, glancing at Ace.

The boy retaliated, huffing at the housewarden. “I don’t bow to self-important tyrants!” Upon hearing his exclamation, Riddle freezed, his brow furrowing. “What did you just call me?” Grim hissed out, joining the rebellion. “He called you a tyrant for wantin’ to destroy good food just ‘cause you’re throwin’ a tantrum!”

You looked down at the cat, glaring at him. “Too far, Grim.” Deuce gulped, attempting to calm them down. “Guys, I don’t think we need to escalate this-” Unfortunately, he was cut off by Riddle, who shouted his signature spell with such rage and hurt in his voice, it made you frown. “Off! With! Your! Heads!”

And then, you felt as though you were choking, as you were hit with Riddle’s spell, his collar tightening around your neck. Your friends had screamed in terror, Grim groaning upon realization. “No! Not the collar again!” Meanwhile Deuce gripped the collar, attempting to remove it by force. “Gah! I can’t get it off!”

“Trey! Cater! Eject them from the premises!” Riddle exclaimed with rage, ordering the two third-years who then complied. “...Yes sir, Housewarden.” They responded, turning to you as Deuce stared up, hurt evident in his tone. “Y-you’re supposed to be our mentors!”

Cater grinned, albeit it being one you knew wasn’t genuine. “Sorry, but we can’t disobey our housewarden!” Trey shook his head, lowering his fedora in apology. “Sorry, man…” Ace growled, biting back. “Oh, that’s how it’s gonna be? Then bring it on!”

“Ace, leave it be. You have all been stripped of your magic, this isn’t a wise fight to jump into.” You stated, looking back at the two. “We shall take our leave.” Nodding, they escorted you outside the garden as Cater gave you a wave. “We’ll TTYL, folks.”

Trey looked back at you, a genuinely sorry expression on his face. “We’ll try to calm Riddle down, so maybe he’ll let you back in the dorm after you apologize.” He reassured, only further ticking off
Ace. “I will NEVER apologize! Not to that numbskull!”

As you ventured through the Rose Maze, Ace fumed. “Rrrgh! I hate that little ginger megalomaniac! Does he think HE’s the Queen of Hearts?” Deuce sat himself down next to Grim on the grass, sighing deeply. “Banished by the housewarden from my own dorm… My dream of becoming an honor student is slipping further and further away…”

Meanwhile, the cat was sitting beside you, struggling to remove the collar. “Stupid collar! It’s so tight! Grrr…” You hummed, ruffling Grim’s fur. “Worry not, goyang-i. Waste not your energy, it may be needed later on…” You paused, feeling a presence behind you.

“You’re really racking up those collars. Quite the impressive collection.” A voice stated, it’s tone rather cunning. Your ears twitched as you immediately turned around. There before you was a floating head, belonging to a purple-haired cat-person, who was grinning mischievously. The voice truly fit its owner.

You gawked, eyes immediately setting on his ears. A cat. Cat-person. Next to you, Grim and the others yelped, shocked, whereas you were mesmerized by the sight. “Myah! A ghost head!” The boy opened his mouth, giggling slightly, only further enchanting you. “Oh dear. It seems I’m not all here.” Suddenly, the rest of his body appeared with a poof, your gaze setting on his fluffy, poofy striped tail.

“What? Er, so you do have a body, then? Who are you? Deuce inquired, still a bit confused. In response, the boy smirked slyly, resting both hands behind his head. “The name’s Artemiy Artemiyevich Pinker. Am I a cat? Am I a person? A mimsy borogove, perhaps? A mome rath with a knack for magic?”

Ace raised an eyebrow, struggling to pronounce the boy’s name. “Uh, look, Ar… Arte… Run the name by me again?” Before Artemiy could respond, you cut in, looking directly at the cat-person. “Artemiy Artemiyevich Pinker, it is truly an honor to meet your acquaintance. Please do refer to me as Yuu.”

The others looked at you in shock, as Artemiy’s eyebrows shot up, his mouth going agape. “Eh? That’s the first time someone’s gotten my name right on the first try since… Well, forever!” He moved closer, leaning his face dangerously close to yours, his charming grin causing you to gulp.

“Mmm… Yuu, Yuu… Ah! I remember! You perfectly fit the description of him.” He grinned, wrapping his arms around your shoulders, whispering in your ear with a purr. “Y’know… he said you were his, but you’ve caught my interest now… I might just want you for myself~...” His voice had lowered, now more teasing, only causing your cheeks to dust a bright pink. Still, you furrowed your brows, somewhat perplexed by his words.

Meanwhile, the other boys stared in shock as Artemiy turned back to them. “Heheh. People usually call me Che’nya. Let’s just say I’m not from the other side of the looking glass.” You hummed, stuttering out a response, still rather flustered from his last action. “Aha… Indeed, so… I don’t believe I have seen you on campus before, Che’nya?”

Grim piped up, agreeing. “Yeah, that’s right! Oh, I know! He’s got animal ears, so he’s gotta be from… uh… Bananaclaw, was it?” He asked, causing Che’nya to shake his head with a wink. “Bzzzzzt! Incorrect. Bananas grow on trees, do they not? I, on the other hand, am a cat.”

“And besides, other dorms have students with animal ears, too.” Deuce muttered, glancing at Grim with a raised brow. “After the insanity that teapot tyrant put me through, I’m not in the mood for whatever this is. Just leave me alone.” Ace huffed, shooing the catboy away as you pet his ears in awe.

Che'nya let out a giggle at Ace’s nickname for the housewarden. “Riddle the teapot tyrant… Heheh. Well, I can’t dismiss that perspective as wrong. He’s always been quite strict.” Deuce raised a brow as you got down on both knees, burying your face in his fluffy tail. “Do you know something about him?”

You frowned as he walked over to an octagon gazebo, hopping onto it and spinning round.
“Perhaps there are things that I know, and perhaps there are things that I don’t~” He responded with a wink, causing Grim to groan. “Great, this guy’s a perfect match for Yuu. They both speak in puzzles!”

“Is there something you wish to know about Riddle?”
Che’nya inquired, smirking. “Yeah, what created such a control freak?” Ace asked with a huff, arms crossed over his chest. Che’nya hummed, grinning as he did a binocular gesture with his hands. “I believe his four-eyed friend may have the answer.”
Cocking your head, you pondered for a moment.

“Trey, I’m assuming?” The catboy nodded, going on. “He’s known Riddle since we were all little boys. If you want to know more about Riddle, I would begin your quest there.” Deuce’s mouth went agape at his response. “They’re childhood friends? I didn’t really get that impression.

“If you’re so perceptive, then what are you asking me for?” Che’nya began running off, but turned back to you, a grin as sly as a fox spreading across his face.

He then grabbed you, pulling you closer as he pressed his rosey-pink lips against your own, bringing you into a kiss that went on much longer than it should have, as his tongue slithered inside your mouth, feeling around and exploring each part for what felt like eternity.

The passionate kiss was then broken, saliva dripping from your tongue, which had just been intertwined with his. You flushed bright red, immediately falling to the ground, fainting from shock. The last time you had remembered being touched with such passion was with him, and being topped like that had made you feel ways you thought you’d never feel again.

As Che’nya turned around and dashed off, Deuce and Ace could do nothing as the catboy disappeared into thin air, for they were also in a state of shock from the scene they had just witnessed. Grim frowned, rushing over to your limp body, rousing it awake.

Your eyes fluttered open, suddenly brought back to reality, joining the others, who had also snapped out of it. “We won’t be able to do much in the way of schoolwork with these collars on. So let’s go see what Trey has to say, and then…” Deuce trailed off, being interrupted by Ace. “If you’re gonna say ‘apologize to Riddle,’ you can forget it!”

Humming, you mused. “We shall see what our response will be when the time comes. In the meanwhile, we should seek out Trey for further answers.” You stated, everyone nodding in response.

And so, the next step in your journey has been determined, but what will be the outcome of this all? Who was Che’nya speaking of? There are truly so many questions yet to be answered.

Chapter Text

The group had decided to wait for Trey to speak with him at the library, so when the boy had walked in, browsing the baking section, your gazes all hardened as you approached him. “Hello, Trey.” Deuce said in a stern tone, catching the third-year's attention. “You four!” He exclaimed in shock, turning to see Ace, Deuce and Grim’s cross expressions.

“We figured that if we waited at the library, you’d show up to return your tart cookbook eventually.” Deuce explained as Ace suddenly spoke up. “We still got a problem with the way Housewarden Riddle is handling all of this.” Placing the cookbook back into the shelf, Trey sighed. “Yeah, I thought you might say that.”

Ace continued, hands on his hips. “Come clean with us. What’s your take on Riddle? Is it true that you’ve been pandering to him since the two of you were kids?” Trey froze, his eyes widening at the boy’s declaration. “What?! Who told you that?”

“Some pervert who called himself Che’nya.” Deuce stated, glancing over to look at you knowingly.
“Che’nya… Huh. That explains it.” Trey responded, his tone far sadder than before, which piqued your interest. “What I don’t get is, aren’t you older than Riddle? Why haven’t ya told him off already?” Grim asked, bringing up a good point.

Trey hummed, giving the cat an answer. “I do when I need to. I don’t think the situation calls for it.” Furrowing his brows, Ace questioning the green-haired boy. “Why not?” Trey sighed, explaining what he meant. “These sorts of strict rules… They’re what created Riddle.” Your expression soured, immediately realizing what Trey was implying.

“Huh?” Deuce asked, a confused look on his face. “His parents were famous magic healers. Everyone where we’re from knew their names,” Trey explained. “His mom was especially talented, and she really wanted Riddle to live up to her legacy. So, from the moment Riddle woke up to when his head hit the pillow at the end of the night… Every aspect of his life was planned, down to the minute, by the education program she made from him.”

As Trey’s words set in, you felt a deep hollowness inside, sympathy seeping through for the boy. “Sounds pretty lame.” Grim said, causing you to glare at the cat. “Grim. Be more respectful. Have you no shame?” At that, the cat jumped, shivering under your gaze. “Jeez! Sorry, sorry!” Trey cleared his throat, continuing. “What he ate, what he wore, what soap he used, who his friends were- every last detail had been predetermined for him. And to please his parents, Riddle obediently completed every task they’d laid out for him. He mastered his signature spell by age ten. He’s the top student in all of the classes. I can’t even imagine how hard he must have had it.” You grimaced, feeling for the housewarden.

Ace simply narrowed his eyes, whereas you placed a hand on your chest, sharing your thoughts. “How sorrowful. In cases like his, it’s not rare for children to feel resentment towards themselves instead of their guardian, often bottling up their true feelings only for it all to burst out at others.” Trey nodded, going on. “Riddle sees the enforcement of strict rules as a service to his dorm members.

In his eyes, being bound by rigid guidelines - by fear - is a fast-track to personal growth. Because that’s how it worked for him. And on the flip side, he sees the violation of those rules as an inexcusable offense.” Ace’s eyebrows shot upward as the boy then spoke up. “I guess that makes sense, since rules made him who he is.”

Trey’s gaze hardened as he looked down. “Look, I totally get why you see Riddle as a tyrant, and why you disapprove of his methods. But for me… I can’t hold that against him, you know?” You nodded as Grim sweated. “Myah…” Deuce frowned, understanding setting in. “So that’s why he’s like that.”

Ace stood silently for a moment. “...All right, now I get it.” He paused, eyes narrowing as he approached Trey, pointing a finger to his chest. “It’s YOUR fault Riddle’s like this.” Everyone’s expressions turned to that of shock, exclaiming in unison. “What?!”

“That’s truly what you got from this, Ace? He played a part, but perhaps think of his mother’s influence instead?” You said, glaring at the boy as he went on. “Riddle didn’t get to choose his parents. But you know what his parents did to him, and you know it was wrong, right?” Trey sweatdropped, responding. “I mean, yeah…”

Ace raised his voice slightly, anger spreading across his face. “Well, now Riddle’s making the exact same mistake that his parents did. You’re going easy on him because he had it rough as a kid? Don’t you see where that’s leading? You’re letting him make a pariah out of himself!” The boy exclaimed, effectively silencing both you and Trey.

“Ace, man, come on…” Deuce muttered, attempting to calm him down. “So why don’t you say something? Are you afraid you’ll ‘lose your head’ too? That’s pathetic! You guys are supposed to be childhood friends?! Then act like it.” He shouted out, catching looks from others in the library from Ace’s sudden outburst.

Then, out of the blue, Crowley appeared, hands on his hips as he glared at your group. “You there! Be quiet! You are in a library!” The headmage yelled out, causing Grim to place his paws over his ears, wincing. “You’re yellin’ louder ‘n any of us, though!” Crowley’s eyes widened as he cleared his throat.

“Oh! Yes, my apologies. But let us strive to maintain the library as a quiet place for reading.” You querked an eyebrow, a sudden thought coming to mind. “I presume you’re researching a way home for me, headmage?” He nodded, clapping both hands together in glee. “Indeed so! Precisely as I promised I would.”

The man then went onto a full on ramble yet again. “Oh, but I AM gracious! And the library is, of course, an ideal place for serious research.” You paused, ears twitching at the mention of ideal as he continued.
“It’s not as if I came here just to secure the newest book in that popular series of novels. No, certainly not.” He muttered, then cleared his throat. “Incidentally, what are you all discussing with such grim faces?” Deuce and you shared a look, the boy eventually deciding to explain. “Well, since you asked…”

-

The headmage frowned grimly upon hearing of the situation at hand. “Ah… I believe I understand the situation. You are resistant to the idea of apologizing, but unable to devise any other method to get the housewarden to remove the collar.” Ace nodded, still a bit frustrated from earlier. “Yeah, pretty much.”

“I see. If you and the housewarden are truly unable to reconcile, you could always transfer. However, this is the dorm that the Dark Mirror chose for you based on the essence of your being. Any attempt to relocate would necessitate quite a burdensome process, as well as a new ritual.” Crowley stated, earning a huff from Ace. “A transfer, huh…? That’d make me feel like I was running away with my tail between my legs.”

Humming, Crowley pondered for a moment. “Then it sounds like you should challenge Mr. Rosehearts for leadership of the dorm.” At the suggestion, the first-year’s eyes widened, as they all exclaimed at once. “WHAAAAAT?!” Holding a finger to his mouth, the headmage shushed them.

“Lower your voices! This is a library!” He stated, causing you to narrow your eyes at Ace. “With all due respect, sir, Ace leading the dorm would surely lead it to ruin.” This caused him to pout, the ginger then responding. “Rude! Anyways, that suggestion is… insane!” Crowley crossed his arms, shaking his head. “There is nothing remotely ‘insane’ about it. After all, that’s how Mr. Rosehearts got the position.”

You perked up at his statement, further interested in Riddle’s raw power. “What exactly is the process by which housewardens are selected at Night Raven College?” Deuce inquired, getting a response from Grim. “Trey said that Riddle became housewarden within his first week as a student here.”

“There are several ways. You could be appointed by the previous housewarden, for example, or duel the current warden and win. A duel is certainly one of the simpler methods.” Crowley added on, causing Ace to speak up in confusion. “But isn’t fighting with magic against the rules?”

The headmage nodded, diving further deeper with his explanation. “In general, yes. A duel initiated through a formal procedure and conducted in the presence of the headmage is another matter entirely.” Trey furrowed his brows, pondering it. “I’m pretty sure the duel rules don’t allow for preemptively handicapping your opponent… So this could be a way to force Riddle to remove your collar without apologizing. That said…”

“The right to challenge a housewarden is bestowed upon all students when enrolling at Night Raven. So what do you say, Mr. Trappola? Will you challenge Mr. Rosehearts?” Crowley asked, causing you to frown. You knew damn well that with his inexperience, Ace had no possible chance of winning against Riddle.

However, the boy grinned widely, looking to the others with hope. “Sure, I’ll give it a shot!” Deuce nodded at his exclamation, going along with his friend with a smirk. “Then I will too.” Grim threw both paws up in excitement, shrieking loudly. “Me three!” Glancing at the cat, Crowley shook his head.
“I’m afraid not, Mr. Grim. You cannot challenge a housewarden of a dorm to which you do not belong.” Grim recoiled in shock, gesturing to his collar. “Myah?! Then how’m I supposed to get this buzzkill collar off?!” Ace let out a laugh, reassuring him. “If I became housewarden, I’ll just order Riddle to remove it! Easy-peasy!”

A smile crept onto your face at his words, for you found his bravery and kindness endearing. “How will everyone know how tough I am if you do that?” Grim asked, pouting. “Are you sure about this? I certainly didn’t expect you to throw your hat in the ring, Deuce.” Trey said, eyes slightly widened.

Deuce raised a brow at his question. “You didn’t? I think every man’s gotta make a grab for glory at least once in his lifetime. And if we’re teaming up to take him down, ya better believe I’m running the show!” He gestured to himself proudly, earning a groan from Ace. “Oh, man, here we go again.” Deuce looked at him in shock. “Huh? What’d you say?”

Crowley cleared his throat. “Then I’ll get started on the paperwork.” Turning back to the others, you fretted for your friends. “You best form a plan.” Ace nodded at your suggestion. “For sure. Anyone got any good ideas?” Deuce hummed, pondering the boy’s question. “Hard to imagine we can beat Riddle with straightforward magic. A solid left hook, on the other hand…”

“Yeah, that guy looks like a pushover!” Grim exclaimed as the headmage suddenly piped up. “Ah, did I forget to mention that detail? These duels are to be fought solely with magic.” Deuce’s eyes widened. “What?!” He yelled out, earning a laugh from Crowley. “Nothing beats a good, civilized duel! Now, the paperwork should be prepared and filed on the morrow, and the duel scheduled accordingly.”

Watching the headmage walk away, you turned back to Ace, who looked pumped up. “Aight, let’s do this! I may not be the world’s greatest mage, but… I’ll figure something out!” Deuce nodded, cheering him on. “That’s the spirit!” Grim cut in, giving his own words of encouragement, in his own way. “My head’s on the line here, so don’t mess this up!”

Trey, meanwhile, seemed shocked still by the whole ordeal. “You guys…” He muttered, only to be ignored by the boasting Ace. “When I’m housewarden, I’m gonna make Riddle fess up to bein’ wrong. I’ll make him apologize, too! And no one in the dorm is gonna have to live by any crazy rules ever again!” You sighed, somewhat displeased. “Let’s not get ahead of ourselves, now…”

-

Back at the Ramshackle Dorm, you were chatting with your mirror self as Grim slept beside you. Having had explained the situation, you gained some insights. “Mmm. I wish your comrades the best of luck on their quest. However, I hope you will speak out against any rash decisions made.” You nodded, your reflection’s words correlating with your own thoughts of it.

Suddenly, you heard a voice cut in from the other side of the mirror, causing your entire body to freeze. “Ah! Who’re you talking to, Yuu?~” There, peering into the mirror right at you was the face that would forever haunt you. He looked exactly like him, the same long, deep-purple colored hair, curious expression and pale complexion. The only notable difference was his heterochromia, for his left eye was a bright cyan. “Woooow! Another mirrored Yuu, ehe… This one’s so cute! Hey!--” The other you pushed him out of the way, grabbing the mirror back as you looked back at yourself.

“Hong Lu… Please behave yourself.” He sighed, glancing back at you. “My apologies. I hope he didn’t disturb you in any way, given what you told me…” Trailing off, you watched Hong Lu wrap his arms around your mirrored version, brow raising in confusion. “Hmm? What happened, Yuu? I wanna know!~” Glaring at the boy, your reflection shook his head. “Hong Lu… Don’t be disrespectful…”

You immediately shook your head, looking at them both with widened eyes. “Please, it’s alright. It’s a long story, but if you’re truly interested…?” He nodded, urging you to go on as you let out a laugh.
“Mmm, it appears both of our Hong Lu’s have quite the thirst for knowledge. Well, then… I shall indulge in your request.” You cleared your throat, ready to explain. “Well, I happened to be out on a stroll one fateful night, with none other than yourself, Hong lu. However, I was paying no attention to my surroundings, and heading right before me was what appeared to be a carriage.”

Pausing, you exhaled deeply before continuing. “My very life flashed before my eyes. In the nick of time, my dearest lover pushed me aside, taking the impact instead. You can only imagine my shock when both he and the carriage had disappeared into thin air upon opening my eyes. What’s worse was that the very next day, all of my friends… They told me they’d never heard of any Hong Lu. It was indeed disheartening. Soon after, I was transported to this strange world, where I now must face challenge among challenge.” You sighed, looking down, feeling as though you overshared to your other lover.

Just as your mirrored beloved opened his mouth, your reflection’s eyes widened, something having come to his realization. “Ah. I forgot to mention one of the aspects of the mirror. You must take precautions when summoning mirror Identities into battle, there are a few things you must note.” You nodded as he explained. “In certain cases, an Identity may use an Extermination of Geometrical Organ, or E.G.O during battle. There are two main types, however, us Sinners use E.G.O’s extracted and borrowed from Abnormalities, entities manifested from people's minds, reflecting their fears or desires.

The E.G.O’s usually take the form of massively powerful weapons or armor. The E.G.O’s are graded into five categories depending on their power; Zayin, Teth, He, Waw and Aleph, the latter being the strongest. While using an E.G.O, Sinners may end up corroding. Corrosion is when the Sinner hears the voice of the Abnormality the E.G.O came from to call out to them, as they both fuse. In this state, their skills are often stronger, but will attack at random, even potentially attack their own allies. Afterwards, the Sinner transforms into a creature resembling the Abnormality along with their loss of self.”

His explanation caused your mouth to go agape, shocked by the new knowledge. “That’s… A lot to take in. Thank you for warning me of this, but I fear I may be unable to summon anyone from the mirror in my current state. In fact, the Dark Mirror stated itself that I was magicless, so…” Your reflection hummed in response. “Fret not. This mirror’s abilities differ from your world’s magic, so I recommend you use it if ever in danger. After all, you have run into a plethora of problems as of recently, and you’ve barely been there a week…”

Nodding, you agreed with your other self. “I see… Ah, it’s getting late. I’ll speak to you later. Farewell, Yuu and… Hong Lu.” Placing the mirror down, you say goodbye to the face of your dead lover. A tear glistened down your face as you settled into bed, drifting off to sleep.

-

There, before you stood that blonde girl, seemingly in court, pointing with rage. “And as for you, Your Majesty… ‘Your Majesty,’ indeed!” She exclaimed, the Queen of Hearts coming into view, the Cheshire Cat sitting atop her head with a sly grin. “Why, you’re not a queen. You’re just a fat, pompous, bad-tempered old ty..tyrant…”

The girl trailed off as the queen smirked “Mmhmmhmmhmm… What were you saying, my dear?” The Cheshire Cat giggled, repeating the girl’s words. “Well, she simply said that you’re a fat, pompous, bad-tempered old tyrant!” You frowned, not necessarily excited by the dream.

Then, the Queen of Heart’s face contorted to a raging one, as she screamed loudly. “OOOOOOOFF with her head!” Upon the queen’s declaration, a flurry of cards appeared, surrounding the poor girl as a King of Hearts spoke up. “You heard what Her Majesty said! Off with her head!”

-

Eyes fluttering open, your palms are drenched in sweat. You frowned, brows furrowing, “How pitiful… If only she had been stopped from her tyranny and led down the correct path…” Muttering to yourself, you noticed Grim walk into your room, waving happily. “Hey, Yuu! Ah, good, you’re already up.”

Ace smirked following behind the cat. “Today’s the big duel! Let’s DO this thing.” Gulping, you nodded hesitantly. You couldn’t deny that your stomach was in knots, an odd feeling coming through that you couldn’t quite shake off.

Chapter Text

In the Rose Maze, the Heartslabyul students chattered amongst themselves anxiously while waiting for the duel to commence. In the crowd, Cater and Trey were also present, whispering worriedly to each other. “You’re saying Ace and Deuce are challenging Riddle for the housewarden’s seat?! Please tell me you’re joking.”

The boy’s signature smile was completely gone, replaced with a shocked frown. “I tried to stop ‘em.” Trey responded grimly. “Of all the stupid ideas… I just hope this doesn’t make everything worse.” Cater muttered as Trey nodded. “You and me both.” As Ace stepped forward towards Riddle, Crowley spoke up, clearing his throat loudly.

“We are about to commence two challenges for the housewarden position at Heartslabyul House. The first challenger is Ace Trappola. The second challenger is Deuce Spade. The currency housewarden they have challenged is Riddle Rosehearts.” You watched in suspense, worry setting in.

“Now, in accordance with the duel rules, please remove the magic-sealing collars as they would provide an unfair disadvantage.” The headmage stated as Riddle then did exactly that, causing Ace and Deuce to sigh in relief. “Ah! FINALLY, the dumb collar is off!” Ace exclaimed, rubbing his shoulders, which were still stiff.

Riddle smirked, looking down on the boy. “Enjoy your moment of freedom. The collar will be back on soon enough. I could hardly believe it when I heard you two intended to duel me. Is this a joke?” Ace’s eyes narrowed at Riddle’s mocking words. “Do I look like I’m joking?” Deuce crossed his arms. “I’d never propose a duel as a joke.” The housewarden huffed in response. “Hmph. Have it your way. Let us get this over with.”

However, not too far away, Cater’s eyebrows shot up as he checked his phone, turning to look at the red-haired boy. “Uh, Riddle, what do you want to do about today’s afternoon tea?” Riddle closed his eyes, answering bluntly. “A foolish question. You know that the rules stipulate I take my tea every day at 4 p.m. sharp.” Cater scratched his head sheepishly. “It’s just that it’s already past 3:30…”

The housewarden raised a brow at his words. “And you fear that I will be late? All the more reason to end this promptly. It appears I have little time to waste. Rather than facing my opponents in succession, I will take on both at once.”

Some of the Heartslabyul students in the crowd piped up, cheering him on. “You can do it, Housewarden! Knock ‘em dead, sir!” You looked over to the group, leering at the students, before raising your voice. “You’ve got this, Ace! Give it your all, Deuce!” Grim shouted alongside you, both agitated by the cowards surrounding you. “Yuu…” Riddle muttered, looking your way, then back to Crowley. “Headmage, please give us the signal.” Nodding, he did as instructed.

“When the mirror I’ve thrown shatters upon the ground, that is your signal to begin. Ready…. Go!” Crowley exclaimed, dropping the mirror to the ground as it shattered before them. However, as soon as the battle began, it ended mere seconds after. “Off With Your Heads!” Riddle exclaimed, pointing his staff at the two, causing them to fly backwards upon the impact, collars again forming on their necks.

“Urrrgh… Not again. I didn’t even have time to finish my spell!” Ace groaned out, gripping his magical pen. “He shut us down like it was nothing…” Deuce muttered, as you were also shocked by the housewarden’s swift attack.

“Visualization is key to spell casting. The better you are at accurately visualizing your magic’s effects, the stronger and more precise it will be. It would appear Mr. Rosehearts has finely honed his magic.” Crowley stated, then clearing his throat. Grim gaped at the scene as the Heartslabyul students cheered. “Myah… They didn’t stand a chance.”

Riddle, however, huffed, staring down at the boys with a look of disgust. “Hmph. You didn’t even last five seconds. That was all you had, and still you thought to challenge me? You must be utterly humiliated. I guess my mother was right. A man who cannot follow rules is a man who cannot achieve anything.”

“Tch… We agree that rules should be followed. But forcing others to follow nonsensical rules like the ones you’ve enacted is tyranny!” Deuce spat out, causing Riddle to raise a brow. “Then you agree that breaking rules is wrong. And in this dorm, I AM the rules. Therefore, those who cannot abide my decisions deserve not the heads they use to complain!”

Approaching the three, you shifted your gaze to Riddle. “While rules should be followed, one has the right to speak up when they find one to be unnecessary. Challenging authority in means of fighting, however, makes little sense to me. Nonetheless, I agree that certain rules you have spoken of are unfair and wrong.” The boy stared at you in awe, that same look of betrayal in his eyes as his face contorted in rage.

“I am the one who decides what is wrong and right! What sort of pitiful education have you received, that you cannot follow such simple rules?” Riddle shook his head, a look of pity forming.

“Clearly, you were born to parents with no great magical capability. And as a result… You lack even the basic education necessary to attend a school such as this. It’s quite sad.” Besides you, Ace and Deuce whipped their heads his way, gritting their teeth throughout his whole lecture.

Now, in spite of his last declaration, Deuce stood up from where he crouched, his expression filled with anger. “You little…” However, before he could even finish, Ace had beaten him to it, dashing towards the housewarden and landing a punch to his face so hard the boy fell down, his crown toppling off his head. “You shut your spoiled little mouth!”

Riddle looked down at the ground, his eyes widened in shock. “Wh-what?” He stuttered out, causing you to feel a hint of guilt for the boy as Cater and Trey rushed to his aid. “Riddle?!” Crowley gawked at the scene, calling out to the boy.

“Mr. Rosehearts?!” Some students beside you muttered to themselves as well, also at dismay by the ordeal. “Bam! Right cross to the face!” Grim exclaimed as Deuce turned to look at his friend beside him. “A-Ace?!”

Huffing, Ace clenched his fists, walking forward to Riddle, still sitting on the ground. “That’s all I can take. Forget Riddle. Forget the duel. I’m done.” The housewarden recoiled in shock, bringing a hand to his face. “That hurt! You… p-punched me?!” Ace scowled, continuing on.

“So what about Yuu’s parents?! What have they got to do with any of this?! Kids aren’t trophies for their parents to flaunt. And the accomplishments of a child aren’t determined by the worth of their parents.” You then smiled, glad to see Ace standing up for himself, even if he did choose violence.

“It’s not your parents’ fault you became a tyrant- or anyone else’s. You’ve been here a year and haven’t even a made a friend who will tell you you’re outta line. And that’s on you.” Ace finished, leaving Riddle in absolute shock. “What are you even talking about?” He sputtered out, causing the ginger to continue.

“I had a talk with Trey. He told me about your past. So you had a super strict helicopter mom. So you had a really brutal upbringing. But you’re always whining ‘Mommy, Mommy, Mommy!’ Don’t you ever think for yourself?!” Ace scoffed, shouting out at the boy. “You may have powerful magic, but other than that… You’re just a baby!” Riddle froze in shock, the entire garden going quiet for what felt like years.

“A… baby? Me? You don’t know… You don’t know… Anything about me!” Riddle yelled out, only to be dismissed by a glaring Ace. “You’re right, I don’t know. You can’t expect me to! Don’t be such a spoiled brat!” Riddle got up, screaming at Ace with such rage, pointing his staff at the boy. “Enough! Enough! Enough! BE QUIET! My mother is right! That makes me unequivocally right!”

Just as he shouted out, an egg hit the boy’s head, its insides dripping down his hair. “What…?” Riddle asked, looking down at his hand, which held the cracked shell. “Is this… An egg?”

“The first year’s right!” One student yelled, all glaring at Riddle, switching sides immediately. How utterly pitiful. “Your rules only help you! We’re sick and tired of them!” One screeched. “So you’re a little better at magic! That doesn’t give you the right to boss us all around!”

Grim sweatdropped, shocked as well by their behavior. “What happened? Their attitude made a complete one-eighty…” “I suppose that means this is how they truly feel.” Crowley stated, watching the scene unfold before him.

“We’re not gonna listen to you anymore!” A student declared, gripping his magic pen. “Yeah! YEAH!” Another yelled, scowling. “Give us back our freedom!” You watched with such unease as the crowd berated him, poor Riddle being at just about his breaking point. However, the moment they started to hurl items at the housewarden is when you had enough.

As Crowley demanded they stop, you took the moment to rush over to Riddle, standing in front of him. “HEY! You dare throw things at your housewarden? Your souls are truly sickening… You ought to be ashamed! Need you insist on continuing with this outright disrespectful behavior… You shall answer to me!” Jeering at the crowd, they winced at your words, coming to a halt, meanwhile your comrades watched in shock.

Turning to Riddle, you glanced over at the boy. “How do you fare?-” You paused, noticing his sour expression. The face he made far surpassed any form of anger or rage you had seen before. No, this was something entirely different.

His veins bugged on his forehead, face completely red. “Who was it…? Who threw that egg at me?” Riddle stepped forward, gripping his staff tightly as the crowd went hush. “Very well… If you won’t come forward… Then I’ll hold you ALL responsible!” He screamed, swinging the staff, casting his signature spell on them all. “OFF WITH YOUR HEADS!” The housewarden laughed maniacly, driven into total tyranny.

“You see?! No one can lift a finger against me! No one can deny that I, the keeper of all rules, am more right than anyone!” Riddle exclaimed, successfully transmuting a collar on nearly every Heartslabyul student’s heads, causing them to cry and scream, attempting to escape his wrath. “Cease this improper behavior now, Mr. Rosehearts. I expect better from you!” Crowley called out, his words then going unheard.

Cater looked over to Trey, a look of despair on his face. “Trey? I think we have a problem. If he keeps firing off spells like that…” He trailed off, the green-haired boy’s eyes then widening. You watched as Riddle went on, something deep down signalling to you that there was very wrong.

“Hey, come on! You can’t expect everything to always go exactly your way! You throw a temper tantrum the second things go wrong! That’s what makes you a baby, baby!” Ace screamed out, crossing his arms.

Riddle suddenly halted, turning his head to face you all. “What did you say…?” As he looked your way, everyone froze in fear. There, dripping down from his face was a black, ink-like substance. “Whoa… What the-?” Deuce exclaimed, mouth wide.

“What’s that black ooze?!” Grim asked, still perched upon your shoulder. “That liquid… It’s blot!” Crowley said, sweat dripping down his chin. “You will take back what you said this instant! Or do you want me to skewer you?!” Riddle screamed out, earning a head shake from Ace, who was still ever so persistent. “No way. I’m not taking back anything.”

You glared at the boy, who only ended up further upsetting Riddle, who let out the most gut-wrenching, bone-chilling yell you had ever heard before. Then, the rose bushes surrounding you all flew upwards, having been unrooted, seemingly controlled by none other than Riddle.

Everyone watched in horror, mouths agape at the sight. “All… All the rose bushes in the garden…” Trey murmured, looking upwards to the sky at the sight. “Y…You’re kidding, right…?” Deuce asked, his eyes widened, a sorrowful expression across his face. “You asked for it. Now, it’s time to skewer you.” Riddle stated, a crazy grin across his face.

Your eyes widened at his statement, looking towards your friend. “ACE! Run for it!” You directed, however, it was far too late, for Riddle had already begun to perform his spell, “Rise, rose-bushes! And pluck him limb from limb!” They all came flying down in his direction, and you could do nothing. Absolutely nothing, but watch as one of the few you sought to call a friend meets his very demise.

“PAINT THE ROSES!” A voice cried out as Ace shielded his head, the bushes suddenly turning to playing cards, all of which fell down in a flurry. Ace looked up, as you and everyone watched Trey in shock, taken aback by the sight before you.

Then, out of the blue, your collars all came undone, turning to cards. Deuce brushed his hands over his neck in confusion. “My collar’s off?!” Grim tilted his head as well, hopping off your shoulder. “What’s going on?” Then, a voice spoke up. “I told you, remember? My signature spell is an overwrite spell. It can overwrite any element I choose for a short period of time. So… I used my spell to overwrite Riddle’s magic.”

Riddle stared in shock, attempting to cast his spell upon Trey and the rest of you once again, his scowl only growing. “Off With Your Head! Off With Your Head! I said, OFF WITH IT!” However, it wouldn’t work, for each collar would immediately turn to cards.

“Why…?” Riddle slumped down, balling his fists. “Why can I only conjure cards?!” “Riddle. You need to stop this. If you keep it up, you’ll end up all alone.” Crowley stated, staring at the boy with a cross expression. Around you, all of the students muttered amongst themselves, even going as far as to call their housewarden a monster.

“Trey… You wrote over my magic…? Does that mean… Your magic is better than mine?” Trey shook his head at his childhood friend’s question. “You know there’s no way my magic is better than yours. Riddle. Just calm down for a second and listen to me.” However, the boy was paying no attention, looking at him with despair.

“Et tu, Trey? Do you think I’m wrong, too? But I’ve kept the rules all this time! All these years, I’ve been so good… I GAVE UP SO MUCH!” Riddle choked out, a dark aura forming around him as more blot dripped down from his face. “I won’t believe it… I’m right… I’ve always been right! AND I ALWAYS WILL BE RIGHT!” He screamed, clenching his staff. “No, Mr. Rosehearts! You mustn’t use any more magic, or…” Crowley trailed off.

Suddenly, the black ink continued to form on the boy, dripping onto his hands as he looked down at his palm in shock. Then, the ink below Riddle engulfed him, the boy letting out a chilling, splitting scream. “Off With Your Head! Off With… YOUR HEAD!” Trey’s eyes widened, the boy calling out to the housewarden. “RIDDLE!”

As the blot consumed him, Riddle went through a transformation, his entire appearance and attire changing, the ink conjuring the boy into a beautiful, tyrant queen. “Uh… Housewarden…?!” Ace gaped as you spoke up. “Stand back… That’s not our Riddle.” The boy then let out maniacal laughter, gripping his face, his pupils fully dilated.

“Ahhh… It feels magnificent… THE POWER, WELLING UP INSIDE ME!” He screamed out, Trey then dashing in his direction, then forced to halt. “RIDDLE!” “Trey! You’re still trying to stop me?” Riddle asked, scowling as the ink below him bubbled, causing Crowley and Trey’s eyes to both widen.

“Any fool who dares defy me is unwelcome in my world. In MY world, I am the law! I MAKE THE RULES OF THIS WORLD!” Riddle cried out, laughing tyrannically. Then, behind the boy, there formed an inhumane creature, one resembling the Queen of Hearts, only her head being replaced by an ink-filled glass beacon, similar to the monster you encountered at the mines.

It let out a spine-chilling roar, causing you all to gape in shock. “The blot has created a monster. I should have stopped this. How could I get a student overblot on my watch?” Crowley asked, the wind suddenly picking up. “Overblot…?” You asked, still shook by the entire situation.

“Overblot is a dangerous condition that mages must avoid at all costs. At the moment, he is overcome by negative energy, and has lost control of his magic and emotions.” Grim spoke up, confused by Crowley’s explanation. “Okay, sure… But what does that mean?” Deuce nodded, also befuddled. “Please explain!”

Cater looked at the two in shock. “Ugh, you guys! In layman’s terms, he’s in evil berserker mode!” Trey stared at Riddle grimly. “If he keeps spewing out magical energy like that… Riddle’s life could be in danger.” Ace gasped, eyes widened. “His life?!”

Crowley nodded, adding on. “We must bring Mr. Rosehearts back to his senses before he runs out of magic. It certainly would be regrettable if he were to lose his life. But even worse would be…” He trailed off, noticing Riddle attacking the other students.

“Nevermind! Our students’ lives must be our top priority! I will evacuate the other residents out of this dorm. You call the professors and other housewardens… Ask them to assist in-” However, Crowley was then cut off by Riddle, whose monster grabbed a nearby rosebush, hitting it to the ground with such force the ground below you began to break.

“ORDER IN THE COURT!” He screamed out as the headmage then came to your aid in the nick of time. Ace looked up in shock, having been sat down on the ground from the impact. “I… I’m alive…” Deuce’s mouth widened further. “The ground… He broke it..” Your eyes narrowed, analyzing the boy’s behaviors.

“The only acceptable response is, ‘Yes, Lord Riddle!’ If you dare to defy me… YOUR HEAD WILL ROLL!” He exclaimed, laughing aloud in that distorted voice. “Just one hit, and the garden’s totally…” Cater muttered, Trey suddenly yelling to the boy again. “Riddle! You have to stop or you’ll…” He was then cut off. “I GIVE THE ORDERS HERE!”

Yet again, Riddle sent the rose bushes flying upwards again, then sending them down, everyone having to find means to dodge the incoming plants. “You will all bow before me!” After he stopped, his monster held up a rose bush. “Now. Are you ready? It’s time for your heads to roll!” It then threw the bush towards Crowley, who created a magical shield to deflect it.

“All students, evacuate to the hall of mirrors!” He instructed, Cater and Trey turning to your group, who stood still. “Come on, guys, we’re getting out of here!” However, the group charged into combat, letting out a fierce battle cry, irking Riddle further. They all casted their spells his way, only for their attempts to be easily halted.

Deuce’s summoned cauldron was hit away by the monster, flying in Cater’s direction, causing him to jump. By the sides, you watched, gripping your glass mirror tightly. “Woah, woah, woah! What are you people doing?!” Cater exclaimed, earning a scoff out of Grim.

However, by now you had tuned them all out, attempting to do as your mirror self had instructed. “Damn… How do I…?” You murmured, tapping it relentlessly, your face softening as both Hong Lu and your reflection appeared on the other side.

“What’s the matter, Yuu?” You shushed them, holding the mirror by your side as you ran up to the others. “Every last one of you… I’m surrounded by shameless rule breakers… I proclaim you all guilty! ALL OF YOUR HEADS WILL ROLL!” Riddle declared as he suddenly sent down a plethora of blot-produced arrows your way.

Just as they were about to come down, a blur of black met your eyes as the arrows were suddenly deflected. “HAH?!” Riddle exclaimed, for the people before him were none other than you and Hong Lu’s mirrored versions. “You… You were supposed to be magicless! How?!--” He sputtered out, everyone else behind you also being shocked by the sudden turn of events.

“Yuu! Hong Lu! Don’t fight with killing intent!” You yelled out, the two looking back and nodding, your mirrored lover giving you a wink. “Golly, I can’t wait~” He exclaimed happily as your reflection let out a sigh, turning to the long-haired boy. “Hong Lu, I’ll leave it to you?” He nodded enthusiastically, grinning.

Having looked away for a mere second, before your eyes, the Sinner had transformed, as he had equipped his E.G.O. He sat atop a horse made of rose thorns, wielding a thorn lasso in one hand. As the horse galloped in Riddle’s direction, Crowley stared at you in shock. “Yuu, what sort of magic is this? The Dark Mirror specifically said–”

However, he was then cut off by Hong Lu, as he used his lasso to whip the monster behind Riddle, harnessing and throwing it up into the sky, unleashing a fury of attacks, causing it to roar loudly as he struck it down to the ground. "Run along the flow and voilà~ There you are!" He exclaimed with a giggle.

This continued on, as both Hong Lu and Mirrored Yuu led their attacks on the monster, Riddle wailing upon each hit, black tears dripping down his anguished face. Noticing him summoning more arrows, the others got to work, joining in alongside the Sinners. When Deuce nearly got hit, Cater’s clone took the blow, all of them collaborating and working together to defeat the overblotted boy.

“They’re overwhelming me? ME? But how? I am right. I MUST be right. If I’m not right… Then what has it all been for?!” Riddle cried out, his attacks getting sloppier than before. You glanced at Hong Lu, already having noticed the opening.

He galloped on his horse towards Riddle, who was far too distracted by Deuce’s cauldron attacks and Grim’s fire at the moment. Using his lasso, he latched onto Riddle’s monster, swinging it up and down over and over until it melted into blot on the ground. However, the overblotted housewarden looked over to you, realizing that he was unable to win.

“RRRGH! Why won’t you obey me?! I demand your respect! It’s for your own good! Why… Why can’t you understand that?!” Riddle screamed, raising his staff upwards, ready to strike you. However, just in the nick of time, Hong Lu whacked him in the head. Just then, he fell straight to the ground on top of you as you both passed out.

-

You appeared to be in some sort of dream, or so you thought. There, you watched as a younger Riddle sat happily in front of what seemed to be a birthday cake. Looking to your left, you saw an older Riddle himself, gaping at the scene.

“Happy eighth birthday, Riddle. This year’s birthday cake is a low-sugar recipe made with nuts and lecithin-rich soy flour to improve your cerebral function.” You winced, not liking the sound of that. Riddle smiled in response. “Thank you. But, Mom… Just once, I’d like to try one of those tarts covered with bright-red strawberries…” His voice trailed off.

“Absolutely not! Those tarts are monstrously unhealthy. I might as well feed you poison!” Your gaze hardened as the younger Riddle flinched. “Even just a single slice would exceed your recommended daily intake of sugar.” As the woman wagged her finger at the boy, you frowned.

“Here. For dinner tonight, we have a nice, healthy tune saute rich in DHA and omega-3 fatty acids. Oh, but the recommended caloric intake for an eight-year-old is no more than 600 kilocalories per meal. So don’t eat more than 100 grams of it. Do you understand?” She asked coldly, presenting to the boy a bland looking meal.

Younger Riddle nodded, responding in a sad tone, despite the smile on his face. “...Yes, Mom. I understand.” The scene then changed, as you looked to the Riddle beside you, who spoke. “All my life, I’d wanted to try one of those tarts with the bright-red strawberries.” Before you now was Riddle and his mother passing by a shop, Riddle’s eyes shining as he peered into the window from a distance.

“We’d pass by the local cake shop and I’d see them in the window. Tarts that shined like jewels.” You blinked, then being met with younger Riddle sitting down at his desk with immaculate posture as his mom placed a book down before him.

“That will do for your classical magical study today. I want you to study this text on linguistic philosophy within magical logic theory. Review the first 50 pages by tomorrow.” Now, you will have one hour of independent study before your next potionology lesson.”

Riddle nodded with a smile. “Yes. Thank you, Mother.” She walked off, creaking the door shut. “Your mother has some business to take care of. I will see you in one hour.” And there Riddle sat, studying book after book as his present self spoke again. “I studied every possible subject, scheduled down to the minute. When I didn’t understand something, the lesson was extended until I did. But to me, this was normal.”

His last words stuck the most with you. You couldn’t possibly begin to imagine what this poor boy went through. Your thoughts were then interrupted, as Riddle looked up from his studies due to a sudden knock at the window.

Getting up, he opened it to see a younger Trey who jumped in shock. “Ack! He opened the window!” He held a soccer ball in one hand. Riddle gapes at the two, suddenly startled as a younger Che’nya’s floating head appeared. “Hey, hey. Come play with us!” Riddle clenched his chest in shock. “Who are you…?” Then, the catboy’s full body appeared as he gave Riddle a grin. “I’m Che’nya, and that’s Trey. Let’s all play croquet! It’s LOTS of fun!”

The red-haired boy raised a brow. “Croquet?” Rummaging through his overalls, Che’nya suddenly tossed something Riddle’s way. “Here!” The boy exclaimed in shock, his expression soon turning to a beam as he held the small creature in his hands. “A hedgehog…?” Che’nya nodded, exclaiming happily. “He’s gonna play with us, too!”

Riddle’s expression then faltered, the boy glancing back at his desk. “But… I can’t. I’m supposed to be doing independent study. I have a lot of lessons to work on.” Che’nya suddenly responded, causing Riddle to look back at him. “Independent study? That means you study whatever you want, right? And my grandpa says you can learn from playing, too.”

The boy’s eyes widened, mouth going agape. “You can learn… from playing?” Trey nodded, giving Riddle a genuine smile. “Come play. Just for a little bit.” Looking back at the hedgehog, Riddle’s eyes sparkled, however, he sweatdropped upon glancing back at his desk. Finally, he closed his eyes, stuttering out a response. “O-okay. Just for a little bit!”

Trey walked closer to the window, offering a hand. “Mind if I ask your name?” In response, the boy reached out, pausing, before taking his hand. “R-Riddle… Riddle Rosehearts.” The scenes continued to change as Riddle’s current self spoke again, displaying him, Che’nya and Trey running through fields together, climbing a tree, playing card games and capturing a flamingo for croquet.

“Playing with Trey and and Che’nya was a lot of fun. There were so many things I didn’t know. So many games I’d never played. They taught me so much.” Next, you were shown Riddle opening the window again, hopping out to join his two childhood friends.

“After that or an hour every day, during independent study, I would sneak out of my room unbeknownst to my mother.” Now, Riddle and the other two sat together at a bench, Che’nya exclaiming in shock. “What? You haven’t had a strawberry tart? You HAVEN’T?!” Riddle shook his head. “No. Mother says they’re bad for me.”

Trey nodded, giving his opinion. “Well, yeah, if you eat too many of them, I guess. You know… My family runs a cake shop. We can go get one right now.” Riddle perked up at that, remembering the patisserie he passed by before. “A cake shop… The one with the green roof and the display window?” “Oh, you know it! That’s the one.” Trey answered with a smile as Che’nya grinned. “Trey’s parents make the BEST tarts.”

Riddle suddenly looked down, hesitating. “Huh…? But…” He thought back to his mother’s words of the tart's unhealthyness as Trey raised a brow. “One slice isn’t going to kill you.” Che’nya stuck out his tongue, winking. “You can have one slice, I want the whole thing!” Riddle remembered the enticing tart, pondering his choices, as the two suddenly grabbed him by the arms, leading him off to the patisserie. “Let’s go!”

As they arrived inside, Riddle’s eyes glimmered and his mouth went agape at the pastries surrounding him. A woman at the counter looked down at him, gasping. “Oh! Aren’t you the Rosehearts’ boy?” The man next to her smiled widely. “Weclome!” However, Riddle was startled by the sudden interaction. “S-Sorry to intrude!”

Behind him, Trey opened a door to a dining room, beckoning Riddle to join him. “Come on in.” Doing as told, the boy sat besides a Che’nya, who was gleefully humming a tune. Trey brought out a slice of a tart, voices being heard in the background as the green-haired boy sighed. “Sorry it’s so noisy in here.”

Riddle perked up, presenting the boy with a question. “Do you have siblings, Trey?” He nodded. “Yeah. Here’s your tart.” Setting it down in front of Riddle, the boy looked at it with shock, a faint blush on his cheeks as present-version Riddle monologued again.

“A bright-red strawberry tart on a gleaming white plate. To me, it shined more brightly than any gem ever could.” Stabbing a strawberry with his fork, the boy took a bite of it, his expression immediately lit up, his friends giving him grins of joy.

“That first bite of tart… was so sweet. It was like nothing I’d even eaten before… I savored every mouthful. With each and every bite, I was more entranced… and I lost all track of time.” Your smile fell at that, a knowing feeling bubbling down inside. Now, Riddle’s mom was seen opening the door to his room, tea set in hand.

“I made some of the organic tea I ordered. Riddle…?” She paused, dropping the tea in shock, or perhaps anger. The cup crashed to the ground, hot liquid spilling onto the carpeted floor as you grimaced. Then, Riddle was flinching, his mother yelling at him with rage.

“How could you?! You not only neglected your studies… But ALSO left the house to eat a mountain of sugar!” She glanced out the door, where Trey and Che’nya stood behind the gated fence. “Those boys instigated this, didn’t they? They're a bad influence! I forbid you to ever play with them again!” Riddle’s mouth went agape, the boy tugging at her arm in terror.

“I’m sorry, Mother! I promise I'll never do it again…!” However, she yanked her arm back, voice raising, making the boy stagger. “Be quiet! You’ve broken the rules, and I’ll not hear another word from you. Clearly, you’re not able to handle the freedom of independent study. I need to keep a closer eye on you.”

And so, Riddle could only watch from afar as Che’nya and Trey walked off sadly, the boy then forced to return to his studies. “When you break the rules, you lose everything, even the best part of the day. That’s why… I had to keep Mother’s rules… no matter what. My mother is the most accomplished person in this town, and that means she must always be right.” Riddle, monologued, causing your mouth to curl into a frown.

“But… But, Mom… Can you tell me? Can you tell me why my heart hurts so much? It can wait until my birthday, but I want to eat all the tarts. I want to play outside all day long. I want lots and lots of friends.” Riddle said, the books around him stacking up and up until they now reached the ceilings. You could feel your heart break with each passing moment.

“Tell me, Mom. What rule do I need to follow… to make this pain go away?” The boy was now surrounded by a pool of ink, his overblotted version standing on a stack of books. Then slipping, falling down and collapsing. Just as he noticed a door, he reached out for it, but the dream had already ended.

-

You could feel your heart nearly stop as you saw the scene before you. Staring up at both you and Riddle was none other than yourself. Or a younger version, at least. Your hair was messy and your skin was tainted with dirt.

Suddenly, a hand grabbed you by the hair, the face of that woman glaring down at you. In her hand was a paper, which she flaunted, shoving at your face. “What is the meaning of this?! Another ‘B?’ This is why you’re only ranked second best in class!” Looking over to Riddle grimly, his expression was one of shock. Looking back, you watched that same scene replay once again.

She held up her hand, striking your face, the slap stinging horribly, causing you to bite your cheek. “What did I say before?! If you don’t get your act together and become a lawyer, it’s to the brothel with you!” Riddle gasped softly, placing a hand over his mouth as the woman’s voice softened. “You’ll help pay off Mommy’s debts, won’t you?” She cooed, stroking your head. You grabbed her hand, flinging it off of you. “Someone such as yourself is no mother to me…–” You coughed out, only to be hit again, the woman’s rage boiling up.

“Worthless brat! You can sleep with the rats tonight for all I care!” She exclaimed, dragging you by the hand and throwing you outside of the beaten up house. Hacking out, you watched blood appear in your palm as you brought it down from your mouth.

With a defeated sigh, you walked for what felt like eternity, stumbling with each step, entering an ally as you climbed into your signature bed– the cardboard box. Your stomach grumbled, yet you still ignored it, drifting off to sleep. As your eyes fluttered open, you shielded yourself from the beaming sun, adjusting to the light.

And there before you was an androgynous-looking boy, his long hair tied up into a ponytail. He stared at you with such curiosity. You recognized him almost immediately, the top student in school, also having been born to one the wealthiest families in your land. What was he doing here?

As you looked at him, something had come to realization. Despite his comfortable life he was given, you knew for a fact that the boy before you was nothing but a hollow shell of emptiness, the remains of what he used to be. Unable to cope with the world around him, he shut it all out. Baoyu was nothing but a tool for his family. He was just like you, so similar yet so different.

You stared at him, opening your mouth to say something before being shushed by the boy. He held a hand over your mouth as you suddenly heard a woman crying out. “Little Baoyu, where are you?” Someone began to approach, so he climbed into the box with you, muffling both of your breathing with his hand as the footsteps slowly faded, the boy then smiling happily.

You watched the scene beside Riddle grimly, deciding to speak up. “I was shocked when he smiled at me like that back then. Perhaps it’s because I knew the truth– that Hong Lu’s smile is but a different shape of sorrow for those who have no tears left to shed.”

The scene suddenly changed, as an older version of Hong Lu and you sat in the box together, both seemingly no older than 10. He looked up at you this time with such admiration and love in his eyes, completely replacing the dull look you both shared years before.

Deep down, this broken boy had but a flicker of hope, constantly in search of kindness, his one belief that hadn’t died down. When he met you, a person living in an entirely different world compared to his, he felt true love for the first time.

Each moment you spent together was one where you both began to feel again, that strong bond you created holding you both together. You were the shining light that changed his dark, lonely life. Hong Lu stared at you, unbuttoning his shirt slightly to reveal what was loosely hanging around his neck– a common piece of thread, a golden ring around it.

He gently grabbed your hand, slipping your wedding finger through it. You met the boy’s eyes, a look of shock on your face. “I know that I’m betrothed to Xue Baochai already, but… I know that the only one I wish to marry is you!” He paused, smiling widely. “So please, Yuu, promise me, when we’re older… Will you?--” The scene suddenly changed, showing the older version of your love getting hit by the carriage on that fateful night.

Riddle stared at you, his eyes widened, before he looked at you with pity, offering you a hand. “Yuu… You loved him a lot, didn’t you?” You looked over at the boy, feeling wet tears prickling your eyes, wetting your cheeks as they glistened down them as you hesitantly took his hand, gripping it hard. “I… I did. With every fiber of my being.”

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“Riiiiiddle! Yuu!” A voice cried out, awakening you both from your slumbers. As you fluttered your eyes open, you realized you were still trapped underneath Riddle, who awkwardly moved to lay beside you, allowing you space. You both gasped aloud upon being roused.

Looking down at you were Cater, Trey, Crowley, Deuce, Ace and Grim, as Riddle stared at the bespectacled boy in shock. “Trey…” He muttered, suddenly earning a grin from Ace. “They’re awake!” He exclaimed, causing you to suddenly cough out as you looked up.

Cater let out a sigh of relief. “About time. We were losing our heads thinking you might never wake up…” Riddle rubbed his head in confusion, sweat glistening down his bruised face. “What… Was I…?” Glancing over at the headmage, he smiled at you both. “Oh, excellent. I see you both have regained consciousness.”

Your eyes suddenly widened, remembering your mirror and the fight that had occurred. However, they were nowhere in sight. Noticing Crowley glance over your way, you ultimately decided to act a fool. Then, suddenly, Riddle spoke up besides you. “The truth is, I… I really wanted to eat that chestnut tart.”

“What?” Ace asked, his mouth agape as the red-haired boy went on, covering his eyes with one hand. “I don’t care if the roses are white, or if the flamingos are pink. And I prefer to sweeten my tea with honey rather than sugar cubes, and I like milk tea better than lemon tea anyhow.” You sat up, staring at him alongside everyone in disbelief, and some other feeling you couldn’t quite put your finger on.

The boy’s voice faltered as he continued, wavering ever so slightly. “And after a meal, I want to be the one sitting around talking with everyone…” Trey looked at him, shocked. “Riddle…?” However, the housewarden slowly broke down, eventually completely sobbing. “And I really wanted to play with you and Che’nya more, Trey.”

He cried loudly, tears glistening down his cheeks as snot oozed out of his nose. He was such an ugly crier, yet also somehow beautiful at the same time. You scooched closer to the boy, grabbing his hand and squeezing it lightly in yours, causing him to halt and stare at you. Feeling your own cheeks dampen, you looked at the boy with a smile, bringing your other hand to wipe away his tears threatening to fall.

Then, you broke down sobbing alongside him, the two of you practically throwing a tantrum fit for a small child. Everyone watched, absolutely stunned by the scene before them. “Riddle Rosehearts and Yuu in tears… #WOW.” Cater muttered as Ace glared at you both. “Oh, come on! You think a few crocodile tears will you get you off the hook?!”

Deuce frowned, nudging him with a disapproving look. “Give the guy a break, Ace.” Meanwhile, Trey stared down at him, genuine sorry in his eyes as he crouched down by you both. “I’m sorry, too. I knew you were suffering, but I just kept looking the other way. So I’m going to say what I should have said all along.” He paused, leaving everyone in suspense as you halted your weeping.

“Riddle, your way of doing things was wrong. You owe everyone an apology.” There was a silence as Riddle sniffled, sitting up. “I’m sorry… I’m really sorry…!” He cried out, tears still streaming down his face. You could all tell he meant it, the genuinity of his voice bringing you back to tears.

Ace let out a sigh, smiling at the boy. “You know… There’s something I was planning to say to you when you finally apologized for all your nonsense…” His expression suddenly changed as he leered down at the boy, pointing an accusatory finger. “One stupid ‘I’m sorry’ isn’t going to cut it! I will never, EVER let you live this down!” Everyone then startled at Ace’s sudden outburst.

“DUDE! Way to be a capital-J Jerk!” Cater exclaimed, the boy scoffing in response as he continued. “And proud of it! Have you forgotten how he made a total fool outta me?! Have you forgotten how he just threw away that chestnut tart we worked so hard on?! That ain’t something you can make go away with a few tears and a flimsy ‘I’m sorry!’” Even Grim was shocked at his reaction. “Wow. I ain’t never met anyone who was better at holdin’ grudges than I am.”

Riddle looked up at him, gaping, tears still filling his eyes. “Then… Then what do you want me to do?!” Ace paused, pondering it before answering Riddle’s inquiry. “Well… I don’t have a birthday coming up for a while.” You grinned slightly, realizing what he was hinting to.

“Huh? What does that have to do with–” Deuce asked, only to be cut off as Ace crossed his arms, going on. “So I demand a do-over for the unbirthday party! Except this time, we ain’t gonna do squat. This time, YOU’RE the one who brings the tart! And no getting Trey to make it for you! Do that, and then things are square between us.” He said with a huff, earning a look from Riddle. That same look he had when he met Che’nya and Trey for the first time.

You wiped a tear from an eye, cracking a laugh. “Ace, did you not have assistance in baking your own tart?” He glared at you, placing a finger over his mouth, effectively shutting you up, but not without a snort. “Quiet from the peanut gallery! What do you say, Riddle? We clear?”

“Yes… We’re clear.” Riddle responded with a nod, earning a gleeful smile from Crowley. “Ah, yes. Compromise is a beautiful thing. I believe that concludes this matter. Ah! And Yuu, about that little display you did… We shall discuss that later.” Gulping, you nodded uneasily. It appears your friends had returned to the mirror anyhow.

Cater smiled, exhaling deeply, looking towards the ruin of the garden. “Welp, looks like we got some cleaning up to do. All that work making the garden Magicam-worthy, and now it’s a total tire fire. Laaame.” Trey clutched his fedora, offering to be of assistance. “I’ll help out.”

However, Cater waved him off, gesturing to their drained housewarden. “No, why don’t you get Riddle to the nurse’s office. That was a full-bown case of overblot. We need to make absolutely sure he’s okay.” Crowley nodded, helping support the boy alongside Trey. “Mr. Diamond is correct. I will go along with you.” As Trey thanked him, you sweatdropped as they walked off, letting out a relieved sigh.

Besides you, Grim’s stomach grumbled as the cat loudly groaned. “Man, am I STARVED after usin’ so much magic! Hm? That smells like…” He paused, sniffing, before darting off and digging out another of the black magestones. “Ta-da! It’s another black magestone, just like the one we found at the Dwarfs’ Mine!”

You frowned at his exclamation, urging the cat to leave it be. “I greatly advise you to refrain from consuming such–” Unfortunately, he immediately brought it to his mouth, crunching on the stone greedily. His eyes sparkled, sighing happily as Cater shook his head. “Oh, Grimmy… Have some self-respect, honey! That was literally trash.”

However, Grim smiled, prancing in the garden’s patchy grass with such glee. “Ahhhh! Rich and sweet, but with a complex hint of bitterness in the aftertaste. Equally delicious, but with quite a different mouthfeel from that last one I ate.” You frowned, worrying for the cat, yet deciding against saying anything.

Ace scratched his head, sighing at the cat’s antics. “As a monster, maybe his stomach works differently than ours?” Deuce shrugged in response. “Even still, eating trash can’t be good for anyone.” Grim suddenly grinned, shoving mouthfuls of flora into his mouth at once, exclaiming excitedly. “Oooh! I just tried the grass, and the flavor was surprisingly pleasant! Crisp, even!”

Deuce’s mouth went agape as he picked up the cat, stopping him from further consumption. “That’s our lawn! Don’t eat that!” Cater let out a sigh, flashing his usual toothy grin. “Uh, AFK while I go throw up…” His voice lowered, his smile falling slightly, to one you found more genuine. “But… seriously, guys. Thanks.”

“Did you say something?” Ace and Deuce turned to him, not quite catching what the boy muttered beneath his breath. “Hm? Nope. Nothing at all.” You grinned as he walked over to you, nudging his side slightly as you whispered in his ear. “It appears there’s more underneath that mask you wear…” He glanced at you, eyebrows immediately shooting up. However, you were already walking off with the others, the ginger shooting you all complaints as he caught up.

-

Back at the Ramshackle Dorm, it was ever so early in the morning as you stood in the bathroom, blood dripping down your wrists and thighs. Gripping your dagger, holding it to your red-stained leg. A small sting forms as the blade meets your skin, however, not nearly as much as before, for it eventually began numbing out the more you did so. The next cut is deeper, for blood gushes out in larger amounts the more you cut.

Staring at your reflection in your mirror, you let out a shaky sigh. How much longer could you endure being here? It had barely been a week and you already relapsed. It made no sense. Why were you forced to be here? It was utterly unfair, for both you and others. You nearly lost Riddle, nearly lost Ace, Deuce, and Grim. You couldn’t save them the same way you were unable to save him.

You sniffed, wiping your tear-filled eyes. Such a crybaby. Why couldn’t you do anything? Why couldn’t you be of use? Pulling at your hair, your expression hardened. “I… I promise that this time… I’ll be of use. I won’t lose anyone.”

-

By now, It’d been a few days since Riddle’s overblot, and the day of the unbirthday party had finally arrived. You stood beside Ace and Deuce, Grim atop your shoulder. Suddenly, the garden doors creaked open. “Presenting our leader! The resplendent ruler in red! All raise for Housewarden Riddle!”

The crowd erupted into applause as Riddle walked in, staff in hand as he gave you a grin. He scanned the party, humming happily. “Hm. The garden roses are red, the tablecloths are white… This seems a proper unbirthday indeed. Is there a dormouse asleep in the teapo- Er, well, I suppose it’s fine either way.” He shook his head, causing you to smile softly.

Besides him, Trey spoke up. “Not everything has to change completely, you know. Like, maybe spread the jam on your scones, instead of on the dormouse this time? Let’s try to set the bar at ‘it’s great if it’s this way,’ not ‘it absolutely has to be this way.’” Your smile widened at his advice, that of which you greatly approved of. As Trey placed a scone before the housewarden, the boy grinned with a nod. “Yes. That’s a good idea.”

Meanwhile, amongst the others, Ace was complaining as usual, sighing loudly. “I can’t believe we got roped into cleaning up and prepping the garden again.” Deuce smiled, giving him a response. “Well, at least the housewarden recovered from his overblot without any complications.” You nodded at that, also glad of his speedy recovery.

“And the garden is Magicam-worthy once again! #Nofilter on this gorgeousness!" Cater exclaimed, earning a groan from Grim, who was drooling at the pastries before him at the table. “Can’t we just eat already?! We didn’t get a chance to eat anything last time, after all.” Nodding, Cater grinned, holding up his teacup. “Okey-dokey! Then we’ll start with a toast…”

However, Riddle immediately stood up, his table shaking at the sudden movement. “WAIT A MINUTE!” He screamed out, eyes wide, pointing directly at a rosebush behind the ginger. “Why are those roses white?” Around you, everyone murmured, terror setting in. “Urk! We missed some?!” Ace and Deuce exclaimed.

Cater began fretting, sweat running down his forehead. “Who was in charge of painting the roses?! I told you to paint every one of them!” However, you remained calm, having faith in the boy. “Riddle, please–” Trey stood up to stop him, the housewarden approaching the rosebush, going completely silent as the other students winced in fear of losing their heads.

However, holding out his staff, Riddle changed the entire bush of roses to red with a simple spell, awing the crowd as you smiled. Grim’s eyes sparkled as rose petals came flying down, Trey gripping his fedora as Riddle gave you all a happy grin. “I’m not going to punish anyone over one or two missed roses anymore.” Cater pressed his hands together, squealing in delight. “Really?! That’s so magnanimous of you, Riddle!”

After everyone had toasted, Ace turned to Riddle. “So what happened to that tart, Housewarden?” The boy nodded, handing the first year the box with an adorable pout. “I made it for you, as promised I would. Here: one strawberry tart, crafted by yours truly.” Opening it up, the sight sent nearly everyone into shock, for it was rather deformed.

Grim gulped, looking at it in dismay as Cater snapped a photo of it with a smirk. However, Trey gave Riddle a nod, acknowledging his attempt. “You even took the time to glaze the strawberries and make them really shine. For a first try, I’d say you did a great job.” Ace sighed, shaking his head at Trey’s compliment. “Oh, puh-leeze. You never miss a chance to coddle this guy. Forget that– Let’s see how this baby tastes.”

You gave him a glare, deciding to compliment the tart yourself. “How insensitive! I can tell you put much effort into this pastry, Riddle. I look forward to trying it.” Smiling at the boy, you earned a scoff from Ace as he rolled his eyes. “Whatever, Yuu! Now, let’s dig in!”

All of you took a piece, bringing your forks to your mouth, everyone pausing upon tasting the tart. Then, all but you and Trey recoiled, exclaiming loudly. “SO SALTY!” Riddle watched in shock, yelling out confusedly. “What?!” Ace stuck his tongue out, a bitter look on his face. “How is it SO salty?! What did you put in to make it taste that bad? Blegh…”

Riddle frowned, thinking back to when he made the tart. “I measured the ingredients precisely and followed the instructions exactly. There should be nothing wrong… Oh! Unless.. Maybe it was the oyster sauce?” He gasped, Deuce muttering out a response, looking on the verge of throwing up. “You don’t mean the Walrus-brand oyster sauce Trey joked about?”

“Yes, I remember him telling me how it’s used as a secret ingredient in all the best tarts, even though it’s not in the recipes.” Riddle responded, causing Ace to shout out loudly, a pissed expression on his face. “YOU ACTUALLY BELIEVE THAT?! If you’d thought about it for two seconds, you’d have known that’s not a thing!” You glanced at him, humming. “Did you not fall for it as well, Ace?”

The boy glared at you in response as Cater sweated. “Either way, secret ingredients are supposed to be subtle. How much did you use?” Riddle flustered, stuttering out a response. “I-It’s an unlisted ingredient! How could I measure it if he wouldn’t tell me how much to put in?!” You snickered, finding his reaction cute. Riddle was just like the average tsundere route in an otome game!

Suddenly, Trey snorted, then breaking into laughter, grinning widely. “I can’t believe anyone actually fell for that. You really put oyster sauce in a tart…” Then, Riddle smiled back at him, laughing with the boy. “Aha. Yes, indeed. I am such a fool.” Despite his words, the boys both giggled together so happily, warming your heart further.

Grim and you continued eating the tart, the cat speaking up between munches. “You know, in its own weird way, I think it’s actually kinda good!” You nodded, chewing as well with a straight face. “Indeed so. It’s rather enticing… A different approach, but a welcome one.”

“...I totally get what you’re saying, Yuu! It really isn’t half as bad as you’d think.” Cater said, beaming happily as Deuce stared at the boy in shock. “I’m starting to question your taste as much as Grim’s, Cater!” In response, he feigned hurt. “Wow, hurtful!”
Behind him, Trey spoke up. “You like the tart because it’s not sweet, right? You’ve never liked sweets, after all.” There was a pause before Cater turned around, an anguished expression on his face despite his smile. “HUH?! Trey?! How did you know?”

The green-haired boy brought a finger to his chin, giving him a response. “You always CASUALLY bring up my painting the roses spell just in time for me to change the flavor of your desserts. You hide it really well… But I always kind of suspected that maybe you’re not a big fan of sweets.”

Cater’s face flushed bright red, the boy covering his cheeks slightly with his fist. “You… You ALWAYS suspected…? My secret is out…” You chuckled out his whining, musing. “Mm. A spectacular observation on your part, Trey. And worry not, Cater, I happen to enjoy spicier food myself.”

He sighed at your comment, nudging Trey with a glare. “Not you too, Yuu… Hey, you know, Trey… This was the problem with Riddle, too. You had this habit of keeping your thoughts to yourself, and I don’t think it’s such a great idea.” The bespectacled boy laughed aloud. “How about I cook up a quiche for the next unbirthday party?”

Cater, still blushing, narrowed his eyes, his smile never vanishing. “Thanks a lot. Just make sure it’s at least as cammable as all these tarts.” You grinned, playfully poking the boy’s cheek. “You know, Cater, you’re rather adorable when flustered.” You were suddenly cut off, a piece of cake being shoved in your mouth as you let out a muffled gasp.

“I’d prefer it if you’d compliment me instead!~” Removing the fork, the familiar purple-haired catboy hummed in delight as he stabbed a slice, bringing it to his lips. “Mmmmm… Your baked goods are always so delightful, Trey. Although, I wouldn’t mind eating the treat in front of me, ehe~”

This time, it was your turn to blush as Riddle exclaimed loudly, shocked by the sight of the boy. “Che’nya?!” The cat floated over to Riddle, smirking. “Hm? I’m just here to celebrate my unbirthday, that’s all. A very merry unbirthday to you, Riddle.”

“The unbirthday party is a Heartslabyul House tradition. It is not meant for you.” The housewarden shooed him away, causing the boy to float back over to you straddling comfortably in your lap. “Mmm.. You’re no fun, Riddle!~” He exclaimed, pouting as he fed you more of his plate of cake.

Grim glanced over at you two, shocked. “Hey! It’s that weird disappearing-reappearing cat guy! What dorm is he from, anyway? I guess he’s not from this one.” Trey adjusted his glasses, giving Grim an answer to his question. “Che’nya doesn’t even go to our school. He’s a student at Royal Sword Academy. They’ve been Night Raven College’s rival arcane academy for you.” You hummed, remembering the headmage’s introduction to the rivalling colleges on your arrival.

“What? He goes to a different school?!” Grim exclaimed, eyes wide. Suddenly, a group of Heartslabyul students approached, glaring. “Did somebody say Royal Sword Academy?” However, Che’nya smirked, shrugging in your lap. “Whoops. Well, I’ve finished my tart, so I think I’ll see myself out.”

He paused, giving you a sly grin as he leaned closer, voice lowering as he whispered into your ear. “Before I forget… Hong Lu says hello from RSA, ehe!~” He giggles, your face freezing. While you were still trying to process this newfound information, Che’nya moves his mouth to your lips, where a bit of frosting remained, licking it off swiftly, the others going still at the sight.

But alas, he wasn’t done just yet, for the scheming catboy then brought his lips to your neck, biting lightly, just enough to leave a mark as his canines into your soft skin, then running off as the students rushed after him. Bringing a hand to your neck, your mouth went agape. This boy never failed to surprise you, which only made him even more interesting.

Grim watched as the Heartslabyul group stomped off, sweating. “Whoa, they all got angry real quick…” Riddle, clearing his throat, looking rather annoyed, then responded. “...The vast majority of students here see Royal Sword Academy as the enemy.” Trey nodded, adding on. “That’s what happens when they’ve beaten you in every competition for the last hundred years…”

Suddenly, Trey grabbed the three of your shoulders, bringing you into a tight squeeze. “All right, enough! You’re harshing the vibe on our day of celebration! Can’t we all just enjoy everyone’s unbirthday?” You cleared your throat, gesturing to the now eaten tart from Riddle. “Ah, may I have another slice of your tart? It’s rather appetizing.”

Trey scoffed, laughing aloud. “Another slice of an oyster sauce tart. You really ARE a strange guy, Yuu. Sure, adorable at times, but strange.” Ace narrowed his eyes at his last comment as Riddle smiled, stepping closer to you. “From the day you arrived here, you’ve been a bit of a wonderment. And ever since orientation… You’ve been at the center of every disturbance. It’s a difficult thing to overlook.”

You scratched the back of your head, giving him an apologetic look as he continued. “However… You are the one who saved me, and treated me with respect since the very beginning.” Letting out a laugh, you shook your head, smiling at him. “You give me too much credit. It was all you, after all, you could have easily given up, yet still continued on. I am truly glad to have met you, Riddle.”

The boy’s eyes widened in shock as you grabbed his gloved hand, bringing it to your lips. “You’re so adorable, little prince–” You yanked your hand back, for Grim suddenly dashed between the two of you, pastry in his mouth as Deuce screamed. “Get back here, you little monster! Give me back that chestnut tart!”

“You should've kept a closer eye on it!” Smirking, Grim taunted the two, dashing off as Deuce chased after him. “I’m gonna eat until my stomach explodes! Nyaha!” Ace glared back at you, gesturing to the two. “Hey, Yuu! It’s your job to keep him in line!”

Muttering out an apology, you turned back to Riddle, who was now giggling, a warm blush on his face. Joining him, you snickered as well, grabbing his hand, pointing to Deuce and Ace chasing the cat. “Shall we?” He ceased his laughter, giving you a genuine, happy smile. “Yes, let’s go!”

-

Deep down, Riddle couldn’t help but feel regret and guilt eating away at him. “I… I know your heart is already occupied, but still… I must admit, as selfish as it is, I cannot help but wish it were I whom you loved.”

Chapter Text

You appeared to be experiencing another dream, the sound of the wind picking up entering your ears as what appeared to be a lion walked up a cliff.
Following behind it was a female lion, a cub and mandrill. As they reached the top, the mandrill picked up the lion cub, holding it high towards the heavens, the bright sun shining onto the animals.

Fluttering your eyes open, you checked the time, as it was quite early in the morning. Yawning, you got up, preparing yourself for the school day and starting to study. Having come from another world, you had to start learning the basics, and while some concepts were familiar, it was hard being at kindergarten-level in an advanced college. Nonetheless, you began catching up quickly due to your diligence.

After an hour or two of studying this world’s material, you noticed Grim still sprawled across the bed, snoring and talking in his sleep. “Myaaah… Thass whatchu get… fer crossin’ Grim da Miiightyyy…” You snickered as the cat grumbled.
“Chaotic as ever, even in deep slumber… How humorable,” you remarked to yourself, causing the cat to stir.

“That’s right! Cower before me, teapot tyrant! BWUH-MYAH?!” He exclaimed, fully roused awake, now rubbing his eyes and looking around in confusion. “...Huh? Where am I? Yuu?” Grim glanced over to you, noticing you were already prepared to leave. “Aw, man! I was dreaming that I was trouncing Riddle with my magic. You shoulda seen his face…”

You shook your head in response, frowning at the cat. “Now, now. Let’s try and be kinder to the Heartslabyul’s Housewarden, yes? Anyhow, we ought to get going. I’m still rather exhausted from the overblot incident…” You trailed off, remembering the recent events. Since then, school had been especially tiring at Night Raven, but you were beginning to pick yourself back up again, luckily.

“All right, lemme just fix my bedhead. Then it’s off to class! I’ve got magic to master!” Grim looked at you with a grin, grabbing your mirror, which luckily wasn’t displaying your reflected self at the moment. Speaking of the mirror, you were forced to have an uncomfortable conversation with the headmage about its properties, which he found unique and fascinating, urging you to keep it with you in case of emergency. You couldn’t quite put your finger on it, but something about that man was utterly disturbing to you.

-
As History of Magic rolled around, you sat besides a snoring Grim, the cat now dozing off despite his earlier statement. Professor Trein cleared his throat, instructing the class. “Now, everyone turn to page eighty!” Behind Grim sat Ace, who threw a crumpled piece of paper at the cat with a smirk. “Professor Trein, Grim is sleeping again!” Deuce narrowed his eyes, staring at him with disappointment. “Knock it off, both of you…”

Grim scowled, now awake, turning back to the ginger boy. “Myah?! What do you think you’re doing?!” However, Ace ignored the cat, yawning loudly. “This class sure is boring…” Deuce sweatdropped, glancing back at the professor then to Ace again. “He can hear you, you know…”

The cat looked over to you, a frown on his face. “Hey, Yuu! Wake me up earlier next time!--” However, he was then cut off by Lucius, who pawed him, causing Grim to let out a startled noise. You snickered, cooing at Lucius as you gently petted him, then going back to taking notes.

-

Soon after it was lunch, Grim then went on with his usual complaints as you all walked together to the cafeteria. “Ugh. Professor Trein must have cast a sleepin’ spell on me. I fought to stay awake, but he was sooo boring!” Deuce looked at him with a dismayed expression, shaking his head. “Yeah, ‘fought,’ sure. I heard you snoring five minutes in.”

You cracked a laugh at that, then turned to Ace, who had spoken up. “Grub time! What’s it gonna be today?” His expression faltered, now turning to a shocked one as he noticed a large group of students, far more than usual. “Huh, wait? What’s going on? Why’s it so crowded in here?” Noticing the large line of students, the groups’ mouths widened.

There, a cafeteria ghost held up a plate with a smile. “That famous bakery from out of town is serving up their goods. It only happens once a month! Their stock sells out fast, so you’d better hurry!” Everyone crowded the area at once, pointing at items and grabbing as many goods as they possibly could.

The cafeteria ghost cleared its throat, declaring loudly for the lunchroom to hear. “Egg sandwiches are now sold out! Only one deluxe ham and cheese left!” Besides you, Ace grinned, then moved forward as he pushed through the crowd. “Oh, man, everything looks amazing. I’m gonna see if I can grab somethin’.”

Deuce glanced at you, smiling widely. “Wow, they really do seem popular! Yuu, Grim, what do you– Huh?” You blinked, noticing the sneaky cat was nowhere to be found yet again. You sighed, this scenario seeming all too familiar. “At it again, I see…” Suddenly, the cat in question was spotted dashing through the line, jumping onto the counter and grabbing the last grilled cheese.

“Hey! Outta the way, losers! That grilled cheese is mine!” Grim exclaimed, snatching the treat with his grubby little paws, causing other students to yell out in anger. Besides you, Deuce’s eyes widened, the ex-delinquent exclaiming in shock. “He’s got such a one-track mind when it comes to food!” Ace sighed as you nodded, “He sure does have a knack for getting me into trouble… Just a moment.”

Running through the crowd, you grabbed the mischievous cat, bringing out your wallet and paying the ghosts and other students for the inconvenience your familiar had once again caused. Standing in your grasp, Grim held up the sandwich, smiling smugly. “Ha! Guess who scored the last deluxe grilled cheese sandwich? This guy. That’s why they call me Grim the Great!”

He laughed aloud, holding up a baggy of two other items. “I also snagged a bear claw AND a cronut!” Both you and Deuce simultaneously sighed, the blue-haired boy looking rather worried. “Grim, you need to learn some restraint! I’m really sorry, guys.”

Looking at him, you shook your head. “Don’t apologize, I should’ve paid closer attention to him. This little troublemaker has a mind of his own, does he not?” Besides you, Ace turned to the cafeteria ghost, smirking. “Yo, Pops, gimme one of those roast beef sandwiches.”

Deuce scowled, reprimanding the boy. “Hey! You’re cutting in line too!” You nodded in approval at his exclamation, ears then twitching as you heard a familiar, distinctive voice approaching. “Rats. Looks like I’m late for the monthly bakery battle royale, and now they’re sold out of the grilled cheese Leona sent me to buy for him.”

In your arms, Grim happily held up his sandwich. “Myahahaha! I’m gonna savor the flavor of this victory!” Feeling a tap on your shoulder, you swiftly twirled around, being met with the hyena-boy. You were still rather embarrassed from your last encounter with him, remembering Grim exposing your doodling of the boy.

You swallowed, looking up and reluctantly making eye contact with him as he grinned, pointing at Grim. “Pardon me, friend. I see you were able to get your hands on the highly-prized deluxe cheese sandwich. Incredible!” Ah, so that’s what he approached you for. Looking down at Grim, the cat’s eyes narrowed at the hyena before he smirked. “Hm? Oh! It’s Yuu’s cru–”

Glaring at the cat, you immediately cut him off, placing a hand over his mouth. Clearing your throat, you glanced back up at the boy, or rather, back up at his ears. “Ahem… Please forgive my foolish familiar. May I help you?” He raised a brow, smirk tugging at his lips. “Well, I just really, really wanted to buy that sandwich you’ve got there, but I arrived a smidge too late.”

You nodded, urging him to continue. “Now, here’s a proposition for you… Might you be willing to trade your deluxe grilled cheese for this very exciting hot dog bun?” Grim immediately scowled, grabbing at your hand to shout at him. “Whaaat?! You must be outta your mind, dude!--”

Shushing the cat, you grabbed the grilled cheese out of his paws, smiling at the hyena. “It’s a deal. In fact, you can keep the bun. I’d like something else in return instead.” He querked a brow, Grim suddenly exclaiming aloud again. “MYAH?!”

“Hah? And what exactly is your request?” The boy inquired, earning an ‘innocent’ grin out of you. Holding up your free hand, you pointed at his ears, then made a groping motion with your hands, causing him to look at you with shock, then sighing. “...Alright, then.” Handing him the grilled cheese, Grim wailed loudly.

Smirking ever so slightly, you walked closer to the boy, reaching your hands to his hair, brushing over it before gently petting his ears, rubbing and feeling it under your skin. You hummed, pleased you finally could feel the soft fur of the boy, who looked embarrassed yet not quite displeased. You could’ve sworn you even heard a whimper out of him at one point! Male hyenas are the submissive sex of the species, after all.

In the background, Ace and Deuce watched in shock, jaws dropping to the floor, the ex-delinquent covering Grim’s eyes. It wasn’t even as though you were doing anything indecent! Looking back at the boy, you removed your hands from his head, placing them by your side with an awkward cough.

He cleared his throat, waving as he ran off. “Nice doin’ business with you. Toodles!” Turning back to the others, they stared at you in disbelief still, Grim beginning to cry loudly. “M… M… Myaaaaaaah! My deluxe grilled cheeeeeeeese! Aw, maaan… This is the worst day of my pathetic life! I can barely choke down my lunch!”

Shaking your head, you sat beside the cat. “I’ll get you some tuna later… Furthermore, you’ve just consumed three entire pastries, you’ll be fine.” Ace suddenly spoke up, gawking at you still. “Yuu, what was that?!” You shrugged in response, eyes widening suddenly.

“Ah, I just remembered! Headmage Crowley wishes to speak with us after class. Then, I have a housewarden meeting…” You trailed off, Deuce then raising an eyebrow in confusion. “Wait, but you’re Ramshackle’s prefect, not housewarden?” Humming, you nodded. “Indeed, it is rather odd. Nonetheless, I shall attend as instructed.”

Ace turned to you, perplexed as well. “What does the headmage want with us?” You shook your head, sighing. “Not the slightest idea. That man truly is something…” Deuce pondered it, suddenly speaking up. “It probably has something to do with what happened to Housewarden Rosehearts a few days ago.”

The ginger nodded, understanding Deuce’s assumption. “When he went all berserker mode on us? Yeah, I bet you’re right.” Grim smirked, pointing to himself, seemingly over the loss of his grilled cheese. “Maybe he wants to lavish me with a smorgasbord of succulent fish for all of my hard work that day!”

Ace nudged him playfully, smirking at the cat. “Yeah, dream on, furball.” You chuckled at that, expression then darkening. “Regarding the guy from earlier… Something tells me you were going to have to forfeit your food to him either way, Grim.” The cat looked at you in confusion at your sudden exclamation.

“Myah? Why do you say that, Yuu?” Shrugging, you took a bite of your food. “The way he spoke… I can’t quite describe it, but it seemed like he wasn’t worried at all when you rejected his offer. It’s best not to get into more trouble, so I kindly made the sacrifice for you.” Grim’s eyes narrowed at your words, sticking out his tongue. “You sound like Crowley now… Anyways, you only did that to pet him!” You rolled your eyes, picking him up with a smirk. “Guilty as charged. But in all seriousness, watch your tone with people around here.”

-

Deuce knocked on the office’s door loudly, calling out for the headmage inside. “Headmage, may we come in?” Almost immediately did he open it, allowing you all to enter. “How’s it going, sir?” Ace asked, an oddly formal tone coming from the usually laid back boy.

“Ah, thank you all for coming. I’ll get right to the point. Now that the Heartslabyul incident is behind us… I want to give you a proper debriefing on the matter. If you’re to become mages, you need to fully understand the malady that befell Mr. Rosehearts.” You nodded, Deuce beside you looking confused. “You called it ‘overblot,’ right?”

Crowley nodded, confirming his question. “Yes, that is correct” Ace suddenly piped up, adding on. “My brother told me a little about that. He said that could happen to anyone who builds up too much blot. Sounds like Cater was pretty much on the nose with ‘berserker mode.’”

Grim spoke up, confused like Deuce. “Yeah, but what is ‘blot,’ anyway?” The headmage turned to the cat, humming. “Ah, indeed. For your sake and Yuu’s, it would behoove us to start with the basics. I shall teach you all you need to know. Charity, thy name is Crowley!” You cringed at that, directing your attention back to him as he cleared his throat.

“Now, ‘blot’ is a form of waste that is created as a byproduct of using magic. Just as cars run on gasoline, and in the process, expel dangerous gases as exhaust… Casting spells consumes magical energy, and in the process, expels blot.” You nodded, jotting down notes in your sketchbook murmuring to yourself. “How fascinating…”

Crowley continued on, “Quite. Research into the nature of blot has been conducted since time immemorial. And yet, we still understand little about it. All we know for sure is that it is terrifically toxic, and excessive amounts can wreak havoc on a mage’s mind and body.”

Then, Ace suddenly piped up. “I guess that’s why Grandma was always naggin’ me to not overdo it with the magic, huh? Here I thought she just didn’t want me to break stuff.” The headmage nodded in response, adding onto Ace’s thought. “Power and peril are two sides of the same coin. Even the greatest of mages cannot cast spell after spell without consequence.”

Grim then perked up, shocked and frowning. “So you’re tellin’ me I’m gonna get sick if I keep usin’ magic whenever I want?!” Crowley shook his head at the cat’s sudden exclamation. “Not necessarily. Hm. Perhaps a demonstration would prove more efficient than a mere explanation.”

You raised a brow, the headmage then yelling aloud as two ghosts floated down from the ceiling. “Ghosts, assemble! I have a job for you!” Giggling, one spirit smirked widely. “Huzzah! You summoned us here, Headmage?” You frowned at that. “It appears I’m getting deja vu.”

Ace also looked distraught, mouth agape and a grim expression across his face. “Not these guys again?!” However, Crowley simply smiled, gesturing to you all as the ghosts stood afloat beside him, leering at your group. “Would you be so kind as to help me put these young students through their paces?”

Deuce gulped, muttering to himself. “T-this seems like a bad idea.” The other ghost beamed in response, the two then approaching closer. “Yeah, okay. We’ll go a round or two with ‘em.” Beside you, Grim sweatdropped as your expression hardened, Crowley still seemingly over the moon. “Now, students, ready your magical pens. Prepare to receive a special lesson from your headmage!”

And thus, your companions readied their pens, Grim and Ace doing a combined attack with their wind and fire spells, whereas Deuce summoned a cauldron, effectively knocking out the ghosts. You sighed, a feeling of uselessness washing over yet again. All you could do was watch as your friends did all the work.

After the battle had finished, Ace had both hands on his knees, panting. Grim looked over to Crowley, scowling. “Hey, Headmage, what’s the deal? What does fightin’ ghosts got to do with blot?” Humming, the headmage pointed to Grim’s magestone, which had blank ink swirling around inside. “Direct your attention to the magestone on your collar, Mr. Grim.
”
Looking down, Grim’s mouth went agape, the cat then attempting to use his paws to get it off. “Myah?! My magestone looks all grungy now. …MYAH?! It won’t rub off!” You stifled a snicker at his reaction, Crowley then nodding. “Precisely. That inky black stain is the byproduct of spellcasting known as ‘blot.’” Thinking back, you remember noticing blot forming on Riddle’s magestone earlier on.

Ace and Deuce looked shocked as well, noticing the ink on their own magestones. “There’s some grime on my magical pen, too!” Grim stuck his tongue out at Deuce’s response. “Ewww! This is capital-G Gross!” You finally let out a laugh, a quiet one, but it was humorable to see Grim use Cater’s internet slang.

Turning back to Crowley, a sudden question came to mind. “Is there any way to rid magestones of blot?” The headmage nodded at your inquiry, answering your question. “Yes, of course.” Grim suddenly spoke up, a confused expression on his face. “Like some kinda special soap or somethin’?” Shaking your head, you grinned at the cat’s humorable assumption.

Crowley then continued, as you shifted your attention back to him. “With sufficient rest, blot will vanish from your magestone. That’s why a magestone is so valuable to magic users. Not only does it aid your casting, it also serves as a lightning rod of sorts, to prevent blot from accumulating within the caster.” You hummed, finding the information both valuable and interesting.

Deuce nodded, seeming to now understand. “I see. So when our magestones start to get cloudy, that means it’s time for us to ease off.” Beaming, Crowley went on. “Correct. Eat well and get plenty of sleep, and most of the blot will clear away.” You truly did find it to be fascinating– the entire premise of this world. It was unusual, like something straight out of a manga.

Grim smirked smugly, causing you to sigh as he spoke up. “Gotcha. So when I become an even greater mage, I’ll be able to fire off spells left and right! Pa-PEW! After all, I do plenty of sleepin’ and eatin’.” Yes, that was in fact correct. The little cat was practically the embodiment of sloth and gluttony himself. Oh, wait, the ‘Obey Me!’ brothers were already that. You suddenly missed your otome gacha game.

“People vary greatly in their capacity for magic. However, save a few key exceptions, there is a little variance in most mages’ tolerance for blot.” The headmage explained, causing Grim to give him a confused look. “What’s that mean?” Holding up a hand, Crowley explained. “In essence, it means that those who possess a great capacity for magic must be meticulous in their efforts to avoid accumulating blot. Like Mr. Rosehearts, for instance.”

Ace piped up, getting what he meant. “So folks who know their way around magic gotta lay off once in a while. Seems simple enough.” Crowley hummed, his next words aggravating you. “Correct. That said, it isn’t anything that mages at YOUR level need to worry about. How very fortunate for you!”

Narrowing his eyes, Ace responded uneasily. “I…guess that’s only kind of an insult?” Grim cut in, changing the subject, only further annoying you on how quickly you all had moved on from the blatant remark. “Anyway, I think I get it. Use magic, get blot. Blot bad. Sleep and food good. But is that really all it took to make Riddle activate berserker mode?”

You perked up at that, finding interest in the question. Something deep down was telling you that such a rare event happening at a prestige academy such as NRC was odd, however, you weren’t sure whether or not you should speak up about it. “The accumulation of blot is significantly affected by the sorcerer’s mental state. Anger, fear, panic, sorrow… Harboring these sorts of negative energies hastens the accumulation of blot by a significant degree. This, in turn, leads to the dreadful state known as ‘overblot.’”

Deuce nodded, pondering it. “‘Negative energies,’ huh? Interesting…” He trailed off, Crowley then beginning to talk again. “Do you recall the giant shadow that appeared behind Mr. Rosehearts? Such manifestations are believed to be the result of a fusion between blot and negative energies. I’m afraid that’s the extent of what current studies have revealed to us, however, there remain many mysteries surrounding overblot. After all, there are not many opportunities for study and observation.’”

Humming, you jotted down more notes. Suddenly, you thought back to the memories of Riddle. It was heartbreaking, seeing how society has failed to protect their children even in a magical world such as this. “Let’s hope it stays that way!” Ace exclaimed, snapping you out of your trance.

“It is fortunate that we were able to snap Mr. Rosehearts out of it so quickly. If that had been allowed to continue… AAAH! It is a prospect too terrifying to consider!” The headmage exclaimed, causing your eyes to narrow. Something about his tone seemed ingenuine. “GAH! W-what’s your problem?! Yellin’ outta the blue like that!” Grim screamed, startled by Crowley’s outburst.

Clearing his throat, the headmage apologized. “Forgive me. I lost my composure. In summary, the use of magic is always accompanied by a certain degree of risk, and I expect you all to keep that in mind.” Nodding, you all responded in unison, albeit yourself feeling hesitant. “Yes, sir.” Clapping both hands together, Crowley beamed. “Thus concludes your special lesson from the headmage himself! How wonderfully kind of me. Now, Ace, Deuce, Grim, back to your classrooms with you.”

Glancing at him, you spoke up. “Have you perhaps forgotten something, Headmage?” Crowley paused, trailing off. “Ahhh, yes.. A means to send Yuu home. Right, right. I have been diligently searching for one, of course. I have certainly not forgotten! It is merely that I’ve been quite busy as of late.” Grim querked an eyebrow up. “Your eyes got all shifty all of a sudden.”

Crowley sputtered out at the cat’s observation, immediately denying any ill implications. “I-I’m certainly not lying! The October interdorm Spelldrive tournament is consuming a great deal of my attention at the moment! In fact, I’ve a meeting with the assembled housewardens and Ramshackle Prefect immediately after this.”

Grim and you looked in confusion, the cat speaking up first. “What’s a ‘Spelldrive tournament’...?” Looking down, you furrowed your brows. “How utterly unfortunate it is to not understand your foreign terms…” Ace stared at you in shock, shaking his head. “Dude, Yuu, You’ve never heard of Spelldrive?!”

Deuce nodded, adding on. “It’s a world-famous sport! There’s even a pro league and a world championship tournament.” You shook your head, frowning slightly. “Have you forgotten Grim and I hail from a land other than yours yet again?” Both quieted at that, Ace then giving you a quick explanation.

“Spelldrive is a sport played by competing teams of seven people. Basically, players battle for control of a disc and earn points by drivin’ it into the enemy team’s goal. The team with the most points wins!” You hummed, pondering the sport’s striking similarities to a game you yourself were familiar with back home. “It appears to share attributes to football… Interesting.”

Deuce raised a brow, a puzzled expression on his face. “Football…? Say what?” As he scratched his head, Crowley beside him mused. “Hm. I’ve not heard of such a game, but I’ll look it up the next time I’m at the library. Perhaps it will yield some sort of clue.” Then, Ace’s eyes went wide. “Oh, man, I just realized that Yuu would have a hard time actually playing.”

Grim cocked his head. “Yeah? Why’s that?” Deuce gave the cat and you both an explanation in return. “You need magic to play. Not only do you move the disc with magic, but you use it to attack and defend, too.” Adding on, Ace spoke up. “The flashier the magic, the better–it’s how players show off their skills!”

Nodding, Crowley beamed. “Yes, quite! That is why Night Raven College is known throughout the world as a leader in the sport! This school has produced countless pro players! That’s why our interdorm Spelldrive tournaments attract attention even from pro league recruiters. Also, those simply looking for up-and-coming magicians use the event to scout hopeful candidates.” You blinked, a little taken aback by the passion in his voice.

“Yes, the tournament is quite an affair. The campus will be full of visitors and lined with various kiosks. And the main event will be captured by television cameras and broadcast worldwide.” Your eyes widened at that. Full of visitors, as in RSA? Perhaps, just maybe, you could see your Baoyu. And if not for that, since it is broadcast worldwide, he may see you on television!

Grim suddenly spoke up, also shocked. “It’s broadcast throughout the world?! So you’re sayin’ that if I were to play in this tournament–and win of course–the whole world would see it?!” Sighing, you felt this reaction was to be expected of the cat. “Of course! Players who excel at the tournament invariably attract great attention. Both from the pro leagues and the public at large!” Crowley exclaimed, causing you to excite even more,

“In your case, the magic would barely even matter. Just having a monster like you out there is sure to turn heads.” Deuce stated, further stroking the cat’s ego, causing him to grin. “It’s settled, then! I’m gonna train around the clock, join a team, and become a legend!” You could at least applaud his tenacity, you suppose.

However, Crowley cut in, shooting down the cat’s dreams. “Alas, Grim, you cannot enter.” His expression fell at that. “...Wait, what?” Shaking his head, Crowley continued. “Did you not hear me speak the word ‘interdorm’ multiple times? Your dorm doesn’t even have seven members. Therefore, you cannot enter the tournament.”

Grim’s mouth went agape, the cat instantly whining. “Whaaaaaat?! No faaaair!” You frowned, feeling slightly pity for him as Crowley attempted to comfort him. “But there’s plenty else to do, from tending the grounds to selling drinks in the stands! Those who stand upon the field are not the only stars of tournament day.” Your eyes narrowed at that, as his suggestions were nothing but physical labor
benefiting none other than the headmage himself.

Shaking his head, Grim huffed. “Not. Interested! I wanna be on TV! I want everyone in the world fawning over me! ‘Squeee! Grim is sooooo cool!’ ‘Did you see that play Grim made?’ You get what I’m sayin’?” You raised a brow at the cat, finding his dreams rather odd.

“Your delusions are oddly specific, dude.” Ace said, earning a nod from you. “Well, if you can’t field a team, I’m afraid that’s that. Maybe next year, Ramshackle House will get some new members. But it’s not happening this year.” Deuce said, reassuring Grim as Crowley turned to you, speaking up.

“Anyways, as I believe I’ve mentioned, I’m a busy man. Yuu, we must be off.” Nodding, you waved to the others, Grim’s sobs heard as you walked off. “Yeah, thanks for takin’ me outta your busy day to build up my dreams and crush ‘em! Myaaaah!”

-

Entering the room, you stood beside Crowley awkwardly, noticing the people already inside the room. Sitting at a circular table, there was Riddle, whom you recognized, as was there the handsome blonde man, the charming blue-haired guy, the one whose bottom was aflame, the floating device, and… The man who you had fallen on not too many weeks ago.

Gulping, you lowered your gaze as Crowley cleared his throat. “I call to order this meeting of housewardens. Ah, and before I forget, everyone please welcome the Prefect of Ramshackle dorm, Yuu.” You gave an awkward wave, peeking from behind Crowley’s back, like a shy little child forced to greet relatives while hiding behind their mother. “Now, let us begin with the report from the head of the tournament planning committee: Mr. Ashengrotto of Octavinelle house.”

Looking up, you saw the blue-haired boy with the beauty mark below the left side of his lip speak up. “Greetings. I am Azul Ashengrotto, and it is my honor to lead the planning committee. I am pleased to announce that we have fully booked the grounds surrounding the coliseum. All of the kiosk space allotted to both internal organizations and external businesses is now full.”

Still standing behind Crowley, you slowly took your sketchbook out of your bag, gripping your pencil and eagerly sketching the handsome boy adjusting his glasses, peeking from behind the headmage’s back from time to time. “Sweet! This tournament should be a real lively one, then.” The white haired boy exclaimed, grinning. His overall energy somewhat calmed you.

“All invitations to various royalty have been sent, and public tickets are selling briskly. And, as in past years, we have received numerous requests to cover the event from both television stands and print media.” Azul stated, causing you to swoon at his voice. The boy truly sounded so utterly intelligent and majestic. “Sounds like the whole world will be watching. Before I was admitted here, I looked forward to receiving my VIP invitation every year.” The white-haired boy cut in again, looking at the lion-boy.

“I imagine you got them too, Leona! We might have run into each other at the tournament when we were kids!” You officially loved this boy, he reminded you so much of Baoyu. Gripping your pencil, you turned the page, ready to sketch him. “Who knows? And also, who cares?” Leona said with a yawn, causing you to narrow your eyes. Rude as ever, you see.

Speaking up, the gorgeous blonde-haired boy raised his voice. “This year, I’ll have to work extra hard on my makeup to make sure I’m shining like a diamond on the new Ultravision displays. With all exertion, I’ll need to be touching it up constantly!” The boy’s voice was rather soothing in a way. Actually, you may have seen him before on magicam!

Riddle, however, sighed. “...House Pomefiore is the only dorm that regularly calls timeouts to fix their makeup.” You opened your mouth at that, a little taken aback. Apparently, Riddle was yet to know of the value of makeup! Looking over to the floating device, your ears perked up as it muttered something. “How can you all be so excited to be on TV? Just the idea of it makes me wanna puke.”

You nodded to yourself at that, as you had already thought of that downside. Clearing his throat, Azul started again. “As I was saying…” The white-haired boy let out an eep, jumping in his seat and giving him an apologetic look. “Oops, sorry!” Continuing, the boy went on. “Now, as soon as your dorms’ player rosters are settled, I’ll need your registration documents. Any dorm that is even a single day late–”

“Will be promptly disqualified, I trust.” Riddle cut him off, earning a head shake from Azul. “No. They will be charged a handling fee. Consider it remuneration for rush processing.” Riddle looked dumbfounded in response, brows shooting up, then furrowing. “What? I don’t approve of you changing the rules to allow for policy exceptions!” However, the white-haired boy laughed aloud, beaming still. “And I couldn’t be more grateful for it! Hahaha!”

Grabbing the others' attention, Crowley spoke. “Let’s try to stay on topic. We need to discuss the tournament bracket. I had an idea I’d like to propose.” Raising a brow, Riddle turned to him. “And that is…?” As Crowley continued, you snuck over to Riddle, placing a reassuring hand on his shoulder to show him your support. You had not yet forgotten the memories of each other you now both shared.

“It concerns the Diasomnia housewarden. I think that we should induct Mr. Draconia into the hall of fame to keep him off the field entirely.” The whole room perked up at his words, the white-haired boy speaking first. “Say whaaat?!” Even Leona looked up from the table. “What are you on about?” However, you were deep in thought. That name again, Draconia…

Crowley continued on, explaining his former words. “Ever since Mr. Draconia enrolled here, no dorm has scored even a single point against Diasomnia. Diasomnia regularly scores 100 points per game, with 90% of them being from Mr. Draconia himself.” Your eyes widened at that. Not by the man’s alleged talent, but the fact they would so easily exclude him from the game simply for being good at it. Come to think of it, where was he now?

The white-haired boy spoke up, remarking aloud. “Now that you mention it, when we had to face them last year, it did feel completely futile.” Then, it was the floating device’s turn to speak, causing you to turn to it. “The dude totally breaks the game. It’s like he’s got cheat codes enabled.” You snickered at that, causing the tablet to vibrate as it murmured. “OMG! The ML laughed at MY joke…”

You raised a brow at that, Riddle looking confused beside you. “Did you just call me the male lead?--” However, the tablet jumped at that, Crowley clearing his throat. “Amusement is not the only goal of this tournament. Our hope is that spectators the world over will discover talented new mages. However… Recent matches have been ended without anyone, save Mr. Draconia, casting a single spell. And that includes his own teammates! And that is a less-than-optimal state of affairs.”

Musing his words, the tablet spoke again. “I’m all for it. Getting stomped isn’t exactly fun for us either.” Crowley nodded, going on. “I know many members of Savanaclaw House aspire to play in the Spelldrive pro league. Savanaclaw House never landed in less than third place in the history of this school. And yet in both of the last two years, you’ve been eliminated in the first round after being matched against Diasomnia House.

“That’s certainly not impressing any recruiters. Thus, this matter of disproportionate performance directly affects your players’ future.” Your eyes narrowed at what Crowley just revealed. How truly greedy he is. “And you’re sayin’ you expect us to make fools of ourselves on the field again this year?” Leona said, his gaze sharp.

Crowley sweated under his stare. “It certainly brings me no pleasure to suggest it. Regardless, Mr. Draconia has already agreed to be inducted into the hall of fame. All we need now is the committee’s approval.” The boy growled at that, displeased by the headmage’s explanation. “So you’re sayin’ we need a handicap. Listen and listen well, Teach… Ain’t nothin’ I hate more than someone tellin’ me ‘you can’t win’ before I even begin to fight.”

Your ears perked up at that. As much as you regret saying it, Leona’s side was the one you were on this time. “No, that is not my intention–” Crowley said, nervousness evident in his tone, the lion-boy then cutting him off. “Then what is? First of all, Spelldrive ain’t a game about power. It’s all about what’s up HERE in your head!” He pointed a finger to his noggin, making your heartbeat increase ever so slightly. Seven, this man is hot.

“I’m pretty sure my head can’t beat Malleus’s.” The white-haired boy said, still smiling widely as Leona stood, raising his fist. “I don’t doubt that. But mine can. Sure, in a battle of brute force, no one’s beatin’ him. But in a battle of wits–- that’s a different story.” Interesting. This man continues to amaze you. You are positive now that you wish to study him more.
Across from him, Azul hummed, grinning.

“Intriguing…” Leona continued, as you were now peeking over Riddle’s shoulder at him. “The King of Beasts from the Great Seven won his throne through cunning and persistence. You should all be wrackin’ your brains, trying to come up with a way to beat that monster!” And that’s where he lost you. How utterly cruel, to refer to Draconia as a monster.

“Whichever team figures that out is gonna be sittin’ REAL pretty on the world stage. Are you gonna let a one-in-a-lifetime chance like that get yanked out from under you?” Leona inquired, as you now paid attention to Riddle, still hiding behind him but now massaging his back subtly. He deserves it!

“For once, Leona is making perfect sense. I agree–this plan is utter nonsense. It reeks of some kind of unconscious bias on your part. And I despise that sort of thing.” The blonde man stated, earning a nod from Riddle. “I am in complete agreement with Housewarden Vil. As one of the foremost mages here, the last thing I want to do is give up without a fight.”

Leona’s brows furrowed as he then continued. “Don’t you wanna see that self-important, stuck-up jerk’s crestfallen face get broadcast to the whole world? Doesn’t the thought of it make you wanna roar?” You deadpanned at that. No, not particularly! However, Azul let out a laugh as he piped up. An attractive one, yes. “Heheh. That would certainly boost the ratings!”

The white-haired boy smiled, scratching his nape. “Well, I certainly don’t want to be on the losing side of this.” Next to speak was the tablet, which disagreed. “Seriously? I’m the only one who wants him in the hall of fame?” Leona cleared his throat, ignoring the floating device. “I think we have our answer. The hall of fame idea is officially shut down.”

Sighing aloud, Crowley nodded grimly. “...Fine, fine. But if this year ends up being a repeat of the last two years, he’s going in the next year for sure.” Leona shrugged, his lazy demeanor now back.
“That’s your call.” Clearing his throat, Azul beamed. “Well, that was the last item on today’s agenda. Everyone, remember to submit your registrations. Not that I would be upset if it were to slip your mind… Heheheh.”

He trailed off, laughing to himself as Vil spoke up. “Incidentally, where IS Malleus? Did everyone forget to invite him again?” Riddle and the white-haired boy’s eyes widened, both simultaneously exclaiming guiltily. “Oops!” Shaking your head, you looked at the red-haired housewarden as the others left.

You grinned, leaning in and planting a kiss on his cheek before leaving, ready to crash on your bed and study for the upcoming exams with Grim. The housewarden, however, was left in a state of shock, his face nearly redder than his hair.

Chapter Text

Now back in the comfort of the Ramshackle Dorm, Grim on the couch as you studied, still seemingly upset from earlier. “Man… If I can’t be in the Spelldrive tournament, then what’s even the point anymore?” Your eyebrows furrowed in worry at his complaints, thinking back to your successful attempt. To be truthful, you regretted it in the end.

Looking at him sternly, you frowned. “Please refrain from saying such things. Cheer up, there will be more opportunities to grow your fame, just allow time to take its course.” Nodding, the cat sighed longingly, as some familiar spirits floated down, approaching you both. “What’s wrong, Grimmy? Something got ya down?” Fang asked, grinning.
Arene then smirked, giggling at him. “He’s sulking because he can’t play in the Spelldrive tournament.”

Then, Beagle grabbed a disc, gesturing to it. “If you wanna play Spelldrive that badly, why, we can play
with ya! I was the team captain ninety years ago, y’know. The girls in the stands couldn’t get enough of me!” You smiled at that, enjoying hearing tales of the ghost’s pasts, for it gave you a sense of comfort of sorts.

Grim perked up at that, hastily grabbing the disc, inspecting it curiously. “Yeah, but wouldn't we need seven people?” He asked, earning a shrug from Fang. “It’s not a real match, so who cares? Let’s play!” At that, you all grinned, nodding and getting ready to indulge in the foreign yet familiar game you recently had learned of.

You all walked, or in the ghosts’ case, floated outside, Grim allowing the disc to hover above him as you stood on the grassy field. “Don’t sweat all the rules or particulars for now.” Beagle said, lined up with the others across from Grim. “Just control the disc with magic and lob it right into the goal.”

Grim smirked widely at that. “No problem! You ghosts are gonna eat my dust!” This made Aren let out a giddy laugh. “Mind you, the disc carrier should expect some magical interference! Heehee!” Fang smiled, counting down. “Ready… set… play!”

And like that, the game began, you cheering Grim on at the sidelines as he ran with the disc, using his spells to block the incoming ghosts’ attempts to steal the disc, eventually making it to the goal as he paused. “Booyah! All I gotta do now is get it in the goal, and–” As he ran towards it, both Fang and Arene appeared before him, giving the poor cat a scare. “BOO!”

Grim jumped at the sudden interruption, waving his paws frantically, earning a laugh from yourself as you observed. “GYAAAH! Wh-wh-what’s the big idea?!” He shouted, sweating now. “Hehe! What, you didn’t think we’d try to block an enemy goal?” Arene asked with a grin, Grim now glaring angrily at them. “Well, ain’t nothin’ magical about THAT interference!”

He then began dashing towards the goal, again warding off any of the ghosts’ attacks with ease, stopping as he reached the destination, a frown across his face as he growled. “Myaaah! This disc sure is tough to control!” Grim exclaimed as Beagle let out a laugh. “Hey, give him some credit, he’s not bad for a first timer!” Grim huffed in response, “Wh-whatever! I’m a whiz and nothin’ less! I’m gonna be a Spelldrive ace in no time!”

Just then, none other than the headmage approached, walking through the gates and towards your group, beaming per usual. “Good day. Playing some Spelldrive?” Grim’s smile instantly fell, a disappointed expression forming at the sight of Crowley. “Aaand here comes the Fun Police. There goes my good mood, right down the drain.”

However, the headmage only smiled again, responding in delight. “I’m pleased to see you’re all getting along. Quite pleased indeed.” Grim’s eyebrows furrowed, a scowl now on his lips as he gestured to the ghosts. “Yeah, they just keep comin’ back anyway. Might as well get along, I guess. Did you want something, or…”

Nodding, Crowley’s tone turned to a more serious one as he responded. “I have a request to make of you both. Why won’t we take this inside?” Your lips curled downwards ever so slightly at his words, uneasy of said request, yet reluctantly agreed, your voice a tad bit shaky. “...So we shall. Greetings to you as well, Headmaster Crowley.”

As your group walked up the steps and into the lounge of the Ramshackle Dorm, Grim instantly growled at the man, uninterested in what he had to say. “Seriously? MORE requests? I ain’t part of your janitorial staff anymore, y’know?” While you were disapproving of his tone towards the mysterious headmaster you were wary of, you still understood and agreed with his point of view.

However, Crowley placed both hands on his hips at the cat’s aggravated response, his lips pressed into a thin line. “Oh? You DO recall that I never promised to cover the living expenses you’ve been racking up, yes?” Grim’s eyes widened while you winced at his words, the cat sweating as the headmaster suddenly smiled. “Hard work can be a beautiful thing, Grim. I’m sure you agree, Yuu.”

Coughing awkwardly, you nodded. “Indeed so, sir. What is it you ask of us?” At that, Crowley cleared his throat, instantly getting to business. “I’ll get straight to the point. There has been a rash of students being hurt in suspicious incidents on campus lately. I’m here to ask you to investigate the matter.” Grim tilted his head at that, confused by said situation. “Incidents…?”

Meanwhile, you were already deep in thought. Why on earth would he ask you, a magicless prefect, to handle such a task? It’s absurd and extremely out of pocket. There’s something extremely off about this man. Well, this WOULD give you the chance to play detective, just like your favorite character from that one hit anime you binge-watched a year before back home.

You turned back to Crowley, who was continuing on. “Yes. Students falling down stairs, getting burns from boiling water, and so forth. The specifics of the incident differ, but the nurses office has had a clear spike in patients over the last few days.” You hummed, musing it. The entirety of this case was rather fascinating, indeed.

The headmage went on, stating everything matter-of-factly. “With yesterday’s incident on the stairs, we now have ten wounded students. We’re just fortunate that none of the injuries have been life-threatening…yet.” Grim then piped up, raising a brow. “Ya sure it ain’t just kids bein’ clumsy?” You shook your head, answering the cat. “No, Grim. This is too convenient to happen now, given the upcoming tournament. It seems there is a saboteur in our midst.”

Grim perked up at that, a grin forming. “Oooh, NOW this is gettin’ interesting.” Meanwhile, Crowley clapped both hands together, smiling. “An excellent deduction, Yuu. However, we have no evidence of foul play. All of the accidents happened in public spaces, and all of the witnesses said the same thing: ‘It looked like he was just being careless.’”

Beside you, Grim shook his head, frowning. “Sounds like they were just bein’ careless, then. Case closed! Glad we could sort that out. Bye!” Crowley then placed both hands on his hips, shaking his head as he spoke with a disappointed tone. “Not the most thorough of investigations, Grim.”

The cat gave him a blank expression, having none of it. “But this has nothin’ to do with me! I can’t even participate in your dumb tournament! So why do I care what happens?” He spat out, causing the headmage to sigh. “I’m sorry to hear that–especially after I’d prepared such a magnificent reward for you…”

However, Grim’s expression only hardened. “Ha! I ain’t fallin’ for that line again! I wouldn’t do it for even a hundred cans of tuna!” The cat exclaimed, Crowley then offering him a new opportunity. “But what if I allowed you to participate in the Spelldrive tournament?” Grim paused, eyes widened as his mouth went agape. “PARDONNE-MOI?!”

Crowley smiled, explaining your new task. “Should you solve the case, I’ll generously permit your dorm to enter the Spelldrive tournament.” You narrowed your eyes, not particularly fond of the idea of competing against other mages in sports. Grim, however, was still befuddled as the headmage continued. “What do you say to that? Surely you’re dazzled by my altruism?”

“Myah…. Myahaha!” Grim exclaimed in shock, Crowley continuing to sway him to indulge in the investigation. “As a participant, the whole world will lay eyes upon your majesty. Just imagine the cheers echoing from the sold-out stadium seats! ‘This year’s most promising rookie, the mighty Grim, has taken the field! Hurrah!’ And so on.” Your jaw dropped, quite taken aback by the headmaster’s sweet talking skills.

On the contrary, Grim was seemingly in some sort of trance, beaming at the thought. “Oh, man. It’s like I can already taste it…” Crowley hummed, his tone darkening. “Ah, but of course, you have refused my offer. How unfortunate. Let’s forget this ever happened.” Grim paused, eyes wide, a now determined expression on his face. “No, wait! WAIT! I’m in! I’ll do it!”

You sighed aloud as Crowley feigned shock. “What’s that? You’ll do it, you say?” Grim instantly nodded, a smug smirk on his lips. “If you’ll let me into the tournament, you bet! Right, Yuu?” You shrugged, deciding to agree to it. “...Indeed, so. However, doesn’t a team require a total of seven players?”

Crowley nodded at your inquiry. “As school headmage, I will simply perform a magical miracle to fill out your team somehow.” Grim looked at you impatiently, now grinning again. “We can work out the details later! C’mon, Yuu, we got a crime to solve!” You both turned to the headmage, who simply hummed aloud. “I am counting on you both.”

As he walked out the door, Grim glanced at you, beaming courageously as you put on yours and his detective-styled outfits. “Yuu! Let’s check out the infirmary!” You sighed in agreement, picking up your bag and allowing the cat to climb up onto your shoulder as you made your way to the start of your new mission.

-

Now having reached your destination, Grim and you both searched around, the cat calling out. “All right, where’s this guy who hurt his ankle?” Across from you, two Heartslabyul students perked up. “Huh?” The green-haired one beside him gave you a smile. “Hey, it’s the ones from Ramshackle House! They were at the unbirthday party! What are you guys doing here?”

Grim instantly smirked at that, giddy upon being recognized. “Get a load o’ that! We’re totally famous!” You nodded, glancing at the other two. “Greetings. We would like to ask you a few questions about your recent accident?” Grabbing your notepad, you clicked your pen, prepared to jot down some notes.

The taller student sighed, shaking his head. “I wish I knew what happened myself, man. I was walking along, talking to my friend. And next thing I knew, BOOM! I was tumbling down the stairs.” The green-haired student frowned in agreement. “Yeah. I didn’t even see him stumbling or anything.”

The boy beside him went on retelling the event. “It was like my body just lurched forward by itself. I can’t really explain it.” You nodded, humming as you wrote down the key details as Grim crossed his paws over his chest. “Hm. Hmmm. Interesting. Very interesting.” You glanced back up at the two, smiling slightly. “We dearly thank you for your time and cooperation. Farwell.”

-

As you entered your next stop, Professor Trein’s classroom, Grim immediately pointed to a duo of Pomefiore students, urging you to walk over to them as he called out. “Hey, you. You had an accident and almost got hurt real bad, right? Give us the deets.” The purple-haired student narrowed his eyes, scoffing. “And why should I answer to you, exactly?”

The one beside him knitted his brows, sighing. “He was in peak condition for the Spelldrive tournament and got hurt so bad that he can’t even play now!” He exclaimed, the other student scowling as he glared at you both. “And you’re here to…what, rub salt in my wound? We throw down the gauntlet! Duel us!” You groaned, Grim beside you recoiling in shock. “MYAH?!”

As the two came at you, Grim landed a hit to one’s face, meanwhile you jabbed one in the stomach, both unable to even unleash their own attacks. The one you hit huffed, giving in nearly right away. “Hmph… You’re better than I thought. All right, then. I’ll give you the skinny.” The other student sighed, cutting in.

“It happened in the laboratory. We were boiling a potion when his hands suddenly shot out and grabbed the screaming hot cauldron. He dumped every last drop. It was bizarre! Made a real mess, too.” He explained, earning a nod from you as the other student glared at him, agitated. “Oh, so YOU’RE gonna do all the talking?!”

Grim hummed, giving the same response as before while you picked him up. “Hm. Hmmm. Interesting. Very interesting.” You scratched his ears, looking down at your notes. “I’d say we call it a day and head back. Shall we?” He nodded, in which you then left the bickering students to return to the dorm.

-

As you settled down in the Ramshackle Dorm, Grim was going on about the investigation. “I dunno, this just looks like a bunch of absent-minded kids hurtin’ themselves to me. If there’s a scandal here, I ain’t seein’ it!” He suddenly paused, hearing the front door creak open. “Huh? Whozzat?” Your ears twitched, a familiar voice greeting you. “Mornin’. Guess you’re feeling better now, huh, Grim?”

The cat’s expression soured upon seeing Ace, obviously uninterested in talking to the boy. “Oh, it’s you. We’re kinda busy right now. No time to kid stuff. Scram.” Ace raised a brow at that. “Busy? What, you’ve got a lot of homework?” Clearing your throat, you greeted him with a smile. “Hello, Ace. You may wish to sit down for this.”

Leading him to the lounge, the boy hummed at your explanation of the current situation. “Injuries from suspicious accidents, huh?” You nodded, Grim piping up with a sigh. “But nothin’ we heard sounded all that suspicious. It seemed like they were all just excited about the tournament, got distracted, and hurt themselves somehow.” You frowned, thinking to yourself. Surely, the timing was far too convenient, and it was extremely odd how those around them said to have seen nothing out of the ordinary.

Suddenly, Deuce barged in, panting slightly as his eyes were widened. “Ace! We got a big problem!” He shouted, urging you to all turn around to the panicked boy. “Dial it down, Loosey-Deucey. What is it?” Ace asked, Deuce catching his breath before explaining. “Trey fell down the stairs! He’s hurt!”

“What?” Ace said, now shocked as well. “Myah! He’s the sneaky one with the glasses, yeah?” Grim exclaimed, beads of sweat forming on his fur. “Looks like we have our next clue. I know for a fact that Trey is the more cautious type…” You murmured, Ace nodding in agreement. “Yeah, Trey wouldn’t just trip and eat dirt.”

Grim hopped up, ready to take off. “Let’s go see what he’s got to say!” Your expression hardened into a determined one as you picked him up, looking at Ace and Deuce. “Lead the way!” They looked at each other, then nodded as you followed them both to the Heartslabyul dorm.

Once you arrived at Trey’s room, you couldn’t help but admire the theme, not to mention his bed looking far more comfortable than yours. Walking in, Deuce looked at him with a serious expression. “How are you feeling, Trey?” However, Grim wore his signature smile upon greeting the boy. “We came all this way just to see your sorry face. It’s cool–don’t get up.”

You sighed, having expected the scheming cat to tease the poor upperclassman even in a situation like this. Cater was here too, waving at you all with a grin. “Well, if it isn’t Hunting Season! And Grim and Yuu, too! You’re rolling deep today.” Ace querked a brow at that, confused by his title. “Hey, Cater… I’m lost. Whaddaya mean by ‘Hunting Season?’”

Cater gave him a wink, pointing at the two Heartlsabyul members beside you. “I mean it’s you guys! You’re Ace, he’s Deuce–that’s what you call an Ace Deuce in poker!” Your eyes widened, snickering at his explanation as Deuce’s lips curled downwards. “Don’t give us a couple nickname!” At that, Ace narrowed his eyes before turning to Trey. “Riiight…Anyway, how d’you feel, Trey? And how’d you get hurt?”

Trey crossed his arms, still beaming per usual. “Slipped on the stairs. I couldn’t catch myself, and my ankle got all messed up. I’ll be on crutches for a while.” Deuce’s eyes widened, a surprised expression now on his face. “Yikes. That sounds pretty bad!” He exclaimed, earning a nod from Trey as he adjusted his glasses. “Yep. Looks like I’ll be warming the bench at the Spelldrive tournament this year.”

Even Grim looked downcast, feeling bad for the boy as he held up a present for him. “Myah… I was hopin’ your injury would be small enough for me to justify keepin’ this, but… Here. I brought ya a get-well can of tuna. Feel better, specs.” You and Trey both smiled at the gesture, yourself being glad to see Grim’s change from when you had first met.

Trey took the can, setting it on his desk with a grin. “Heh. Thanks.” Cater, however, sighed, patting his fellow dormmate on the back. “Ugh, #fail! Now that we’ve lost a power player, we have to redo our team roster!” Both Ace and Deuce smirked, exclaiming in a tone that differed from their facial expressions. “Wait, what?!”

The door then creaked open, none other than Riddle entering, frowning at the sight of you all. “Why are there so many people in here? Trey is supposed to be resting!” Grim jumped, turning around to look at him, shocked. “Myah! It’s Ragin’ Riddle!” Crossing his arms, the housewarden narrowed his eyes. “I am not ‘raging.’ I will be perfectly pleasant if you obey the rules!” Glaring at the cat, you gave Riddle an apologetic look. “Please forgive his rude remarks once again, Riddle… He means no harm.”

Glancing at you, Riddle smiled. “Ah, Yuu. I suppose it’s fine… It’s good to see you.” You nodded joyously as he turned to Trey, brow furrowed with worry.
“How are you doing, Trey? Can I bring you anything to eat or drink?” Shaking his head, the boy sighed with a grin. “I told you, Riddle. You don’t need to fuss over me like this.” The housewarden then pouted, a look of shame on his face. “But it’s my fault that you got hurt.”

You all recoiled in shock at that, Ace piping up first. “What? He didn’t tell us that part!” Clearing his throat, Riddle retold his version of the events. “I needed to talk to him, so I went to the junior classroom at lunch And then… while we were walking down the stairs together, I nearly fell. Trey never would have slipped if he hadn’t caught me when I was about to tumble over. ” He sighed, feeling genuine remorse for the incident.

Trey shook his head, reassuring him. “Yeah, but if I hadn’t, you would have just broken your fall with a flight spell. It was stupid of me to intervene. So you don’t owe me anything.” This man is quite the people-pleaser, isn’t he? How thoughtful. “Still, I…” Riddle muttered, Ace looking at you, speaking in a whisper. “Hey, Yuu, d’you think…?” You nodded, confirming his suspicions.

Cater nudged the housewarden, beaming happily. “Riddle, come on! It’s not gonna do anyone any good to have you harshing the vibe here. It’s lame that Trey got hurt, but you’ll rock the field that much harder to make up for him, right?” Looking a little uneasy at the question, Riddle stuttered out a response. “Well, I suppose that’s true.” Looking at you all, Cater motioned to the door with his hands. “All right, peeps, we should let Trey get his rest. Out, out, out!”

Doing as instructed, you all walked out of his room and into the lounge, which was, again, far more decorated and pleasing than Ramshackle’s. “All right, Cater. Was there something you didn’t want to tell me in front of Trey?” Riddle asked, glancing at the boy. “You’re always a step ahead of me, Riddle. I get the feeling Yuu and co. know something about it. Want to fill us in?”

You placed a hand over your mouth, muffling your laugh. “Mmm. Observing as ever, Cater? Well, indeed so. So you see, the headmage has asked me to investigate the series of unusual injuries on the campus, Trey’s being the most recent. I have reason to believe that there is someone behind such incidents.” Riddle hummed, acknowledging your explanation. “Ah… so the headmage asked you to investigate.”

Cater snickered, glancing at Grim with a smirk. “I knew it. Grim coming by for a get-well visit? That’s just plain sus.” Riddle, ignoring the ginger’s comment, continued. “I must admit that I found the circumstances odd as well. I’ve had Cater looking into it for me.” Said boy then piped up. “And I found out that all of the victims have been talented players like Riddle and Trey.”

Riddle cleared his throat, adding on. “To be clear, it wasn’t as if I had been pushed, or that I had been tripped. But I did feel a peculiar sensation, like… my body was moving of its own volition.” Grim growled, unhappy with the answer. “The other victims said basically the same thing!” Cater spoke up, looking at Riddle. “Y’know, some other victims had accidents in the classroom! How could nobody’ve seen anything?”

Eyes narrowing, Riddle responded coldly. “The culprit can tell us all about it when we capture him. And we intend to help you do that.” Grim looked shocked at his proposal, seemingly skeptical. “Myah? YOU’RE gonna help us? What’s your angle?” Cater giggled, then feigning hurt. “You offend us, sir. One of our housemates was injured–why wouldn’t we help find him justice?”

Ace grinned, nodding. “We’re all house-buds here. Count us in.” Deuce cracked his knuckles, agreeing. “He’s gonna pay for what he did to Trey!”
Riddle looked at the two, raising a brow. “You two seem awfully enthusiastic about this.” Cater then piped up with a grin. “Ahhh… I get it. You’re gunning for that open spot on our team, aren’t you?” Ace scratched his nape, snickering. “Heh. Was it that obvious?” Deuce, on the other hand, sweatdropped, looking down. “N-no! That had nothing to do with it! I just want to avenge our housemate!”

Sighing at the two, Riddle reluctantly acknowledged them both. “Fine… Your performance during the investigation will be taken into account.” At that, both cheered, smirking once more. “Woo-hoo!” They celebrated in unison, Riddle then turning to you. “Now, if we’re going to apprehend this culprit, we need to stay a step ahead of him.”

Grim raised a brow in confusion. “And we’re gonna do that HOW, exactly…?” Riddle looked at the cat, explaining. “By predicting which student will be targeted next and covertly following him. Should the culprit strike, we will protect the target and immediately pursue the attacker.” Riddle stated, earning a laugh from you. “Shall we indulge in a game of cat and mouse, then?”

Cater nodded, exclaiming in delight. “Bingo! I’ve already identified a number of potential targets among the most promising players. I’ll form a group on Magicam so we can coordinate our efforts and then give you access to the album.” He handed his phone to you, Ace and Deuce peering over your shoulder, the ex-delinquent’s mouth dropping in shock. “Woah, Cater, this is a ton of information!”

Holding up his hand, Cater grinned, giving you all a peace sign as he got up. “Now, let’s move!” Grim cheered along, “Let’s nail this creep!” You all agreed in unison, exiting the Heartlsabyul Dorm and heading to the Hall of Mirrors, where you then arrived at the Pomefiore Dorm to find the first person on Cater’s list.

Inside the dorm’s lounge, you all hid behind a door, Cater whispering to you. “Let’s start here, at Pomefiore. There’s a junior named Rook Hunt who’s caught my eye. He has a blonde bub cut and a fedora– you can’t miss him.” Riddle nodded, expanding your info on the boy. “Rook is an exceptional player. He performed extremely well in last year’s tournament. But he is a bit of an…odd duck, one might say.”

“Oh, is that him sitting over there?” Deuce asked, gesturing to where the blonde man with the french accent sat, along with the beautiful one, Vil, and the feminine-looking boy. “Whoa. That dude’s, like, a glitter bomb in human form. He’s basically sparkling.” Ace murmured, taken aback by the boy.
Rook leaned closer to the purple-haired boy, wagging his finger at him sipping tea.

“Non, Epel, non. When you lift your teacup, do not insert your finger through the handle. It is most inélégant.” You melted at the sound of his voice, meanwhile Epel sweated, nodding grimly. “Oh… Right. I’m sorry.”

“I just cannot decide how I want to do my makeup on tournament day! I’m thinking maybe that new foundation from Felicity Cosmetics?" Vil sighed, holding out his hand as Rook held it in his own, bowing down to him. Rook then laughed aloud, posing dramatically. “Ohoho! Mon belle Vil, the Roi du Poison… Surely your beauté is not so faint that you need makeup to shine?”

Vil shook his head, seemingly offended by the question. “Of course I don’t dare miss an opportunity to accentuate it further!” However, Rook only beamed even more at that. “I admire that passion. Magnifique! Très magnifique!” You gaped, murmuring to yourself. “He’s like the polar opposite of Meursault… Still beautiful, though…”

Grim deadpanned at the sight of the suspiciously homoerotic scene before him. “Uhhhh… And you’re sayin’ this guy is some kinda incredible athlete? Somehow, I doubt he’s gonna be the target.” Cater nodded, sweating at the Pomefiore members. “Yeaaah, maybe we should peace out and move on.” You hummed in agreement. “So we shall. Besides, he can tell we’re watching.”

-

Now at your next destination, your group hid behind a bush, Cater pointing at his phone screen. “Next on Cay-Cay’s big list of potential targets are Jade Leech and his brother Floyd. They’re both sophomores at Octavinelle house.” His phone screen displayed two boys, nearly identical in looks, but the overall aura they gave off differed for each twin. “Word is, they work so well together on the field that other teams don’t know how to counter them.”

Looking up from the bush, Grim pointed at the two in the courtyard, exclaiming aloud. “Whoa! They have, like, the exact same face!” Ace sweated, pointing out the overwhelming height difference between them and the other nearby students. “Is it just me, or do they make all the other students look tiny in comparison? They’re giants!”

Grim nodded. “I could see that being a big advantage for ‘em.” Deuce whispered next. “So what do we think? Could they be in danger?” Riddle then murmured, not noticing the two disappearing from your line of sight. “I don’t know about that. If I were the culprit, I’d save them for last. Just look at those two. I wouldn’t want to get anywhere near them–especially Floyd.”

Right then, the more laid-back looking twin peered down at you all in the bush, mimicking a spyglass with his hands. “Ohoho! What is UP, Lil’ Goldish?” Riddle immediately froze in shock, exclaiming loudly as the boy leaned closer. “Bwah! He spotted us!” Meanwhile, you watched, intrigued by the twins. “What brings you to our humble abode, huh? Playing hide-and-seek? Sounds like fun.” Oh, my. This guy has a cute voice, does he not?

Riddle instantly crossed his arms, huffing. “F-Floyd… I’ve asked you several times to stop calling me by strange nicknames.” Floyd grinned, leaning closer to the housewarden. “But you’re so small and red! How are you NOT a goldfish?” Grim shivered beside you. “This guy seems like he’s a few cans short of a tuna casserole.”

Floyd perked up, looking at Grim and then picking him up, much to both your demise and utmost interest. “A talking cat? Now THAT’S something you don’t see every day! Can I squeeze you ‘til you pop?” Grim instantly recoiled, thrashing in Floyd’s grasp. “Uh, no?! Stay away from me, weirdo! You’re just like Yuu!”

You frowned, glaring at the cat. “Hmm? Care to explain what you mean by that, exactly?” Suddenly, the more poised twin approached, standing beside Floyd. “My, it would appear a contingent from Heartslabyul House has paid us a little visit. Here to assess the competition in advance of the Spelldrive tournament, perhaps?” Uh oh. This wasn’t looking very good.

Cater sweatdropped, responding to Jade’s inquiry. “Nah. We…can’t really go into it, though.” You gawked at Cater, confused by why he chose that approach. “We take a dim view of spying at Octavinelle. I would ask you to justify your actions, suspicious as they are. And please, spare no detail.” Jade said, earning a shocked look from Ace. “This guy sure talks fancy, but man, his eyes are stone cold.”

“Man, would you look at the time? Gotta run, guys! It’s been real! Byeee!” Standing up, Cater and the others made a run for it, pulling you along as Grim jumped free, leaving the twins in shock. “Shoot! They’re chasing us!”

However, the two were still on your tail, Deuce exclaiming aloud as he glanced back to see Floyd running after like a chicken with its head cut off, flapping his arms around wildly. “Hey, couldja stop, friends? Just for a second? We just wanna chat!” He called out. “Decidedly, no! Full retreat!” Riddle said, darting off along the rest of you, leaving the twins in your dust.

-

Reaching main street, everyone struggled to catch their breaths, Grim panting, eyes still wide. “...That was terrifying. What is the deal with those guys?!” Riddle sighed, giving him an answer. “I’m not one to ask. Those two have baffled me since we were freshmen together.” Cater nodded in agreement. “Messing with them seems like a reeeal bad idea.”

Ace shook his head, shuddering slightly. “If I were the culprit, I know I’D steer clear.” Cater then pulled out his phone, looking down at it. “Then it’s off to the next name on my list! It’s getting late, so let’s make this the last one for today, ‘kay? It’s Jack Howl: freshman, Savanaclaw Dorm. Rumor has it that he’s a great athlete. Scouts from major teams are fighting to sign him.” You hummed in response, wishing to know more about the first-year.

“Classes are over, so he should be at the dorm.” Deuce said, earning a nod from Riddle as the housewarden glanced at his watch. “Oh, is it 5:00 already? Rule 346 says that ‘croquet must not be played after 5:00 p.m.’ I should head back to Heartslabyul and make sure that no one is breaking the rules in my absence.” Nodding, you prepared yourself to bid the boy farewell.

Grim then piped up with a sigh. “Tch. I thought you’d rounded out some, but nope, you’re as square as ever.” You let out a laugh at that, finding it humorous as to just how incorrect the cat truly was. “Th-that’s not true! I assure you that I’ve become much more lenient about enforcing the rules.” Riddle protested with a pout, earning a smile from you and Cater.

“He really has. He’s way nicer than before. And we all appreciate that Riddle has diligence. So go do what you gotta do, Boss!” Cater exclaimed, waving as the housewarden left back to his dorm. “Then I guess the rest of us are headed to Savanaclaw House.” Ace said, turning to you as you responded with a nod. “Off to Savanaclaw, hm? I wonder what their dorm is like…”

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As your group headed to the Mirror Chamber, you entered the mirror of Savanaclaw, which led you to a dorm completely different from both Heartslabyul and Ramshackle. The entire area there was flat and grassy, with animal bones lying around. Everyone’s mouths dropped at the sight. “Huh… So this is Savanaclaw.” Deuce said, his expression starstruck.

Grim gaped, pointing to the structure in front of you and then the animal remains. “Whoa, did they carve this place into a mountain? And check out these huge bones! I wouldn’t wanna meet whatever animal they’re from.” Ace nodded, sweatdropping. “Couldn’t be less like Heartslabyul.” Agreeing, Cater responded. “No kidding. Even the air here feels so…primal. It’s like we’ve left the bounds of civilization.”

“So what’s this Jack guy look like?” Ace inquired, in which Cater then pulled out his phone, revealing a photo of the wolf-boy you had seen during your first day. “Apparently he’s got wolf ears, silver hair, and a big, bushy tail too.” Your ears perked up at his description, not remembering a large tail. You now had a sudden urge to pet it if given the chance.

Grim suddenly piped up, pointing over at a tall boy jogging. “A big bushy tail… Wait, you mean like that guy runnin’ laps over there?” You all looked in his direction, Cater grinning in response. “Whoa, good eye! There’s no way that’s not our boy.” Ace then jumped in shock, gawking at his large frame. “And I thought those twins were big! This guy’s HUGE!”

“No wonder all the scouts are after him.” Cater said, rubbing his nape at Jack, who was still oblivious of your presence. “With that build, he’d be an asset on any team.” Deuce stated with a nod as you murmured to yourself. “Fluffy tail… Ahem! Shall we speak with him?...” Cater then smirked, linking arms with you as he spoke in a teasing tone. “Gettin’ a little nervous there, Yuu? Don’t worry, hon! Cay-Cay’s got your back. I won’t let the big bad wolf hurt you.”

You gulped, nodding as the boy clung to you, muttering a thanks. Then, Grim called out to the boy, who suddenly stopped in his tracks. “Hey, you! Mr. Scowls-a-lot!” He glanced back at your group, glaring down at Grim intimidatingly. “...Huh?” Unfazed, Grim went on, smirking widely. “Just wanted to let ya know somebody’s probably gonna try and hurt you. But don’t worry–Grim the Great will protect you!”

You immediately deadpanned, staring at the cat with both confusion and shock. He really needs to work on his phrasing… “What? Look, don’t bother me when I’m training.” Jack said, his glare hardening, looking more aggravated than before. Ace simply sighed, meanwhile Cater recoiled in shock just as you had. “THAT’S your approach, Grim? I can’t even count all the ways that was terrible. If you were on Magicam, I’d totally unsubscribe from your feed.”

Just as Grim opened his mouth to protest, Cater placed a hand over it, muffling the cat, then looking over to Jack, sweat dripping down his face. “Sooo sorry about that, Jack. Listen, king, could we have just a minute of your time?” Jack’s face was still contorted with rage, crossing his arms as he looked at your group. “What’s all this about? You said you wanna protect me from something?”

Deuce was next to speak, calmly explaining the situation to the angered student. “A lot of Spelldrive tournament hopefuls have been hurt in ‘accidents’ on campus lately.” Ace cut in, adding on. “And we’re trying to figure out who’s behind it.” Jack raised a brow at that, however, his harsh stare remained the same. “Go on.”

“To put it bluntly, our plan is to stake out some of the criminal’s prospective targets. What do you say? Will you give us a hand in catching this guy?” Cater asked, beaming at the boy, who only shook his head. “...No. I can take care of myself. I don’t need your protection.” You suddenly piped up, Cater still clinging to your side. “There is no such thing as being too precautious, you know?”

However, he barely glanced at you, turning back around and then walking off. “...I told you, I don’t need your help. And besides, I doubt I’m gonna be a target. Seeya.” Everyone watched in dismay as he retreated, Cater sighing heavily. “Aaaaand he’s gone.” Grim glared at his disappearing figure, huffing. “Well, can’t say I didn’t warn him.”

Ace smirked at the cat, taking the chance to poke fun at him. “Yeah, well, you might want to reconsider your approach there, bud.” Pouting, Grim exploded with rage. “Hrmph! You humans are so finicky about every little thing!” Suddenly, you heard loud footsteps approaching, causing you and the rest of your group to turn to three unknown students.

One growled, glaring down at you. “Hey, what are you lot doing here?” The one beside him scowled, gesturing to Ace, Deuce and Cater. “You’re a long way from Heartslabyul house.” Laughing aloud, the white-haired student sneered. “Heheh. Probably lackeys sent by Mr. Red Baby!” You froze, eyebrows instantly narrowing at their nickname for Riddle.

“You think you can just barge onto our turf and walk away without payin’ the price?” The first one asked, Deuce looking in shock as he whispered to Deuce.
“Wow, anyone else having déjà vu...?” Ace opened his mouth to respond to them, but you already beat him to it, pointing a finger at the white-haired one. “What was that…? You dare insult my friends? If it is a duel you are looking for, then that is what you’ll get.”

Everyone stared in shock, Cater exclaiming aloud. “Yuu?...” Grim jumped, mouth agape. “Hey, what happened to ‘no violence?!’” However, the boy growled, raising his fist, prepared to strike as he yelled out. “TAKE THIS!--” Just as you prepared to fight back, his attack was halted, a familiar voice speaking while holding the student’s wrist. “Cut it out, you three.”

Looking up, you saw none other than Leona, accompanied by Ruggie beside him. “Housewarden Leona!” The student exclaimed, shocked by his intervention. “These students are trespassing on our territory!” Another said, as Ruggie then piped up, catching your attention. ‘Ah, I believe we met earlier, at the cafeteria.” Grim immediately glared at the boy. “Hey! It’s the Grilled Cheeseburglar!”

Ruggie then shook his head, looking down at the raging Grim. “Hey now, friend. Let’s not get carried away with such delicious-sounding nicknames. I have a proper name befitting my manly stature. It’s Ruggie Bucchi, don’t wear it out.” Oh, Seven, that voice might just be the death of you. While your blood was still boiling due to the crude student’s disrespectful attitude, you had to admit your heart was throbbing just being near Ruggie.

Leona suddenly stepped closer, leaning merely inches away from your face. “Hey… I know you. You’re the herbivore who stepped on my tail at the botanical gardens.” The Savanaclaw student from earlier suddenly paused, his voice rising. “You…You stepped on the housewarden’s tail?” The other growled, crossing his arms over his chest. “Now you’re really gonna pay!”

“Ah… It’s the botanical gardens’ caretaker…” You murmured, still not breaking eye contact with the housewarden. Ruggie suddenly burst out laughing, crouching down beside Leona. “Bwahaha! You thought Leona was the caretaker? To be fair, he does treat it like a second home…” He murmured, your heart beginning to flutter at the sound of his adorable little giggle once more. “Oh, that’s right. I thought I’d seen you somewhere else. It was in the gardens, huh?”

The student scowled, pointing right at you with a sharp tone. “C’mon, Leona, Ruggie—let’s beat ‘em up!” However, Leona immediately waved off the group, showing little interest in indulging in their battle. “Stop yappin’ like a pack of wild dogs. You really wanna risk starting a fight before the tournament? What if you get disqualified?” Their faces immediately fell, the white-haired student frowning. “What, so you’re just gonna let ‘em walk away? Not even nibble on ‘em a little?!”

“No one’s lettin’ anyone walk away. We’re gonna resolve this with a ‘friendly’ game of Spelldrive.” Leona responded, smirking widely. “Spelldrive?” One asked, urging Leona to continue. “After all, it doesn’t violate any school rules to cast spells during a game of Spelldrive.” Ruggie immediately snorted, laughing aloud while glancing at your group with a grin. “Shyeheehee! I doubt these weaklings could endure so much as a single game.” Ah. Rude, much!

Grim scowled, glaring at the opposing dorm. “Welp, I’m not takin’ THAT lyin’ down. Now we got no choice but to fight.” Deuce sighed, shaking his head. “You say that like we had a choice to begin with.” Ace, however, grinned widely, looking over at Cater. “All right, fine! You’re on. Cater! Remember this when you pick the official team!” How utterly predictable of him. Cater then agreed reluctantly. “Are you kidding me here…? #Lame. All right, let’s do this…” He turned to you, now smiling. “Cutie, you watch from the sidelines. Try to read their movements and convey it to us, okay?”

-

As you watched from afar, your group stood across from Leona’s, prepared to win. “I’m about to tear you guys apart!” Grim exclaimed, a wide grin across his face. “Keep that talk up while you still can! Shyeheehee!” Ruggie replied, giggling loudly as Leona piped up next. “Fine by me. There’s no fun in prey that doesn’t bite back. Let’s go, herbivores. Do your worst.”

While Leona made a beckoning motion, your group began, running with the disc against the opposing team, Ace casting spells to deflect their attacks. Halting, they finished their first phase, Grim immediately smirking smugly. “That’s how it’s done! Keep up the pressure and stay on offense!” However, Ace narrowed his eyes at the Savanaclaw students, murmuring to himself. “I’m not liking the smirks they’ve got plastered on their faces one bit…”

Deuce nodded, standing beside the boy. “Good eye, Acey. I think your read’s dead on.” You paused, perking up suddenly at the nickname. How cute… Perhaps you’ll use it as well? “They’re better than you expected, huh, Leona?” Ruggie asked, earning a sneer from the lion-boy. “Yeah… But we weren’t expectin’ all that much.”

As the next phase of the game began,Ace, Deuce and Cater went against the other team, effectively dodging all of Ruggie’s attacks as he hung upside down on his broomstick. Meanwhile, you were attempting to signal to them Savanaclaw’s move, the game then pausing. “We were so close! We could have reached the goal if he hadn’t swiped the disc!” Deuce exclaimed, frowning.

“Not the sharpest claws in the plains, huh? We’ve just been toyin’ with our prey.” Ruggie taunted, his voice being just about enough to make you feel oddly fuzzy inside. Leona suddenly roared, sending the disc flying right into the goal, causing everyone to react with shock. “Dude! What was THAT?! That long shot was insane!” Ace exclaimed as Leona suddenly chuckled. “And now it’s back to the game. I’m far from through with you…”

The moment the game finished, both Deuce and Ace collectively collapsed onto the ground, panting loudly as you rushed over. “No way… We didn’t score once!” Ace choked out, Deuce frowning beside him. “There’s not a single weak link in their defensive line!” Meanwhile, Cater had turned to Leona, speaking to him with a voice like honey. “Listen, Leona, sweetheart… Everyone knows you’re a Spelldrive legend. You know we can’t compete against you!”

“What’s that? You givin’ up already?” Leona asked, querking a brow. “Shyeheehee! Where’d all that swagger go?” Ruggie piped up, wooing you once more with his charming, yet unique laugh.”On your feet, herbivores. We’re having a rematch!” Leona had demanded, smirking widely at Ace and Deuce, who were still visibly exhausted. Moving in front of the boys, you placed a hand on your hip, narrowing your eyes at the housewarden.

Suddenly, loud footsteps could be heard approaching, as you turned to see the guy from earlier, Jack, looking particularly agitated. “What’s goin’ on here?” He demanded, earning a slightly surprised expression from Leona. “Huh? We’re just having a little fun with some trespassers.” Jack’s glare instantly hardened, the boy then crossing his arms. “What’s fun about tormenting amateur players?”

You nodded along, also finding the Savanaclaw’s dormhead to be rather cruel. “What’s thiiis? Look at you, Jack! Heroically standing up for the downtrodden! How woefully admirable. Shyeheehee!” Ruggie snickered, standing beside the rest of his group. “I’m just saying this is a disgusting spectacle and I don’t wanna have to see it.” Jack spat out, causing your heart to flutter.

“...Well, thanks. Now you’ve ruined all our fun.” Leona responded, the rest of his lackey’s expressions suddenly souring, one in the back yelling out. “Whoa, Jack. You DO realize who you’re talking to, right?” However, Jack was having none of it, immediately prepared to call out his housewarden, the rest of your group watching in interest and awe as he went on. “If you’re gonna play the upperclassman card, you oughta act the part.”

One student walked up to him, growling as he grabbed Jack’s collar. “Whaaat did you say to me?! You want a piece of this too?!” Leona was next to approach the boy, placing a hand on his shoulder as he chuckled. “Pretty bold, frosh. I guess I can expect that.” As he backed away, you moved over to Jack as well, only to shove away the student that had grabbed him, causing Jack to look at you with surprise.

Leona paused, turning back to the rest of his dorm. “All right, I’m bored now. Running up the score against you chumps ain’t accomplishin’ a thing. Let’s go, Ruggie.” He said, glancing at said hyena, who simply gave you a wink as he started walking off. “Toodles.” Meanwhile, the overly aggressive members shot you all glares as they retreated. “You lot better think twice about invading our territory again!”

You then looked back at the others, your lips pressed into a thin line as your brow wrinkled with worry. “How do you fare? That was quite the defeat.” Cater responded first, coughing awkwardly. “Heh. Well, I can’t say that was my finest moment on the field.” Nodding, you watched as Deuce got up, glancing at the wolf-boy. “Thanks for the help, Jack.”

Jack looked down, huffing. “Save it. I ain’t in the business of charity work.” He replied coldly, Ace groaning in the background as he stood up. “I’m drenched in mud over here! Let’s just call it a day and go home.” Grim nodded, rubbing his stomach as he climbed back up onto your shoulder. “Yeah, I’m gettin’ pretty hungry over here.”

Cater looked over at Jack, piping up. “All right, Jack, we’re taking off. Don’t get in any accidents, you hear?” The boy simply grunted, shooing you all away. “You’ve got a lotta nerve to be worrying about me. Now scram already.” Doing as requested, you all took off, leaving Jack in your midst, whose fist then clenched.

-

Back at the Ramshackle Dorm, you sat, painting at your easel, unable to sleep. “Mmm. Didja see that… Totally wrecked ‘em with my power shot…” Grim murmured, snoring as he snuggled underneath the sheets, taking up nearly the entire bed. You yawned, stretching as you continued on with your portrait of your past lover. Regrettably, you began finding it harder and harder to capture him onto your canvas, for his face slowly and slowly slipped away from your memories.

Rubbing your eyes, you ultimately chose to abandon your work for the moment, wrapping a scar around your neck and deciding to go for a stroll. As you exited the dorm, you shivered, the cool breeze pricking at your cheeks. Looking down at your feet, you sighed deeply. “I have been merely standing here as the day has faded.” You stated to yourself, ears then twitching at the sound of another’s voice.

“Hm? Who’s that over there?” Turning around, you were met with a strikingly handsome boy. He had dark, mid length-hair, sharp, green eyes and an expression you could tell held some sort of despair from deep within. His ears were like Lilia’s, and what stood out most by far were the beautiful horns atop his head. His beauty was unrivaled, and so incredibly unique in the sense that for a second or two, you found it even rivalling to Hong Lu’s.

Simply gawking, you felt a warm rush come to your cheeks, urging you to pull your scarf upwards ever so slightly. “Beautiful…” You murmured, seemingly in a trance from the boy as he crossed his arms. “Well, this is a surprise. A child of man, are you?” You paused, raising a brow. What exactly was he to refer to you with such a title?

He stepped closer, inspecting you closely. “Do you live here? I was under the impression that this dorm had been abandoned for some time.” His eyes narrowed as he continued. “I quite enjoyed having a place where I could go to enjoy the peace of solitude.” You cleared your throat, choosing your answer carefully as you responded to the enigmatic boy. “Fret not if you worry about my presence interrupting you. Furthermore, who exactly might you be?”

He hummed, placing a hand on his chin. “Who am I…? You really don’t know who I am? Interesting. What is your name?” He inquired, lips suddenly curling up into a smile that nearly made your heart stop right then and there. “You may refer to me as Yuu, as most here do. I am the prefect of the Ramshackle Dorm.” You responded, the boy once again stopping to ponder something.

“Yuu… An unusual name, to be sure. I am… No, nevermind. I’d rather you remain unaware.” He said, earning a slightly confused look from you as you cleared your throat. “If you insist, then I shall grant that request.” The boy’s grin widened as he continued on. “It’s for your own benefit, I assure you. Instead, I will permit you to call me by a name of your choosing. Although you may one day regret it…” You froze, blinking suddenly. A nickname, then, you’re guessing?

The boy’s expression then faltered, his gaze hardening. “But alas… If you have taken up residence here, then this abandoned dorm is no longer ‘abandoned.’ pity.” You perked up at that, glad to see someone else who found your haunted dorm to be enticing. “I shall have to find some other ruins for my next nocturnal constitution. Farewell.”

Your eyes widened as he turned to leave, your hands suddenly tugging at his coat’s sleeve, urging him to stop as he spun around, shocked. “Ahem… If you wish to stroll around my dorm, please do so, worry not of my presence. Anyone is welcome to stay, if they wish.” His mouth remained agape for a second, before he suddenly chuckled, placing a hand on your head, ruffling your hair. “What a brave child of man you are… Well, I shall consider that offer. Now, farewell.”

He then left, leaving you in a state of both confusion, shock, and something else. Rubbing at your eyes, you yawned once more, deciding to retreat back to the comfort of your warm bed beside Grim. What an utterly interesting man… If you are to meet again, perhaps you’ll decide on asking to paint his portrait. However, you’re utterly unsure if you could even capture his beauty onto canvas.

-

As you drifted off to sleep, you found yourself in yet another dream. This time, there was a parade of animals gathered below a cliff. Atop it stood a lion, who held up a paw, speaking loudly to the crowd. “The world is about to be turned upside down. A shining new era is near.” One of the animals, which you could now identify as a hyena, spoke up. “And where do we fit in?”

“Just listen.” The lion responded, continuing on. “We’re going to take out Mufasa AND his son. And then I will be king!” Well, that certainly took a dark turn fast. You watched as the hyenas cheered, one of them yelling out, “All right! Long live the king!” The rest of them joined in, all hollering aloud as the lion began once more. “I’ve fangs and courage that none can match. So be prepared!”

-

It was then that you arose from your slumber, finding yourself relatively confused by the dream. Did this not happen when you first arrived as well? You paused, narrowing your brows. That lion reminded you a lot of a certain housewarden, just as the Queen of Hearts had with Riddle. How odd. You shall look further into this later.

Getting up, you checked the time, immediately getting ready for the day. After showering and getting dressed, you nudged Grim, rousing the cat awake. Since you still had plenty of time to kill, you chatted with your mirror for a bit, caught up on your studies, and narrowed down your notes on the Spelldrive case.

Once the time had come to leave for school, you grabbed your belongings, walking with Grim out and eventually arriving at Main Street. Grim glanced at you, inquiring something. “By the way, did you go somewhere last night? I got up to warm some milk. Was gonna see if you wanted some but you weren’t there.” You beamed, clearing your throat as you prepared to recall last night’s unusual events.

“Ah, how thoughtful of you, Grimmy. Well, I had decided to get some fresh air and go for a stroll, when I noticed this boy lurking outside our dorm. Albeit a bit creepy, he did pique my interest as I indulged in a conversation with him. He even had horns, believe it or not!” You said, causing Grim to raise a brow, surprised by your explanation. “Huh! A weird dude with horns? Did this dude have a name?”

You shook your head, telling the cat of his response. “So you see, he requested I refer to him as a name of my choosing, so I’m inferring some nickname of sorts.” Grim perked up, grinning widely. “Ooh, ooh, let me pick it! Howsabout… ‘Hornton’!” You paused, considering it. “Hornton, hm?... It has a certain ring to it… Well, I don’t see why not.”

Grim beamed, going on about one of his usual rambles. “If Hornton’s a student here, who knows when we might run into him? If we do, introduce me! I ain’t even seen a human with horns before.” You nodded, grinning back at him. “I’ll make sure to, Grim.” The two of you continued on with your stroll, when Cater and Riddle suddenly popped out from behind you, startling you both.

“Mornin’, Yuu.” Cater said, giving you a wave. Riddle, however, paused, urging you to do so as well as he moved closer, eyes set right on your chest. “Hm. Your tie is crooked, you know. A disorderly uniform suggests a disorderly dorm.” Your eyebrows shot up, immediately turning to apologize as he fiddled with your tie. “Ah! It appears I was rather sloppy this morning, mm?...”

Riddle sighed in response, his grip on your tie hardening. “As prefect, you should set a better example for your dorm members. Even if you only have one.” He paused, pulling on the tie and adjusting it to be presentable, causing you to swoon. “...There. All better.” His little smile was ever so adorable, was it not? Taking the opportunity, you leaned closer to the boy, giving him a peck right on his rosy lips. “Thank you for your help, Riddle!~” You exclaimed happily, the boy flushing red once more.

“Just what exactly is it with you and kissing?! Well, I suppose it isn’t particularly unwelcomed…” He murmured, brushing his finger over his bottom lips as Grim turned to him. “So, where’s Ace and Deuce?” Riddle then cleared his throat, answering the cat’s inquiry. “In accordance with rule 249, it’s their turn to wear pink clothes and feed the flamingos.”

You smirked, envisioning the sight. “Ah, now that is something I’d pay to see…” You muttered, Riddle’s tone suddenly shifting to a more serious one. “By the way, it seems there was another incident last night.”
You and Grim’s eyes widened, the cat jumping with shock. “Myah?! Really?!” Cater nodded, explaining the situation. “According to a portrait who witnessed it, the victim was a sophomore from Scarabia House. His name is Jamil Viper. It appears the accident happened in the kitchen.”

Humming, your lips curled upwards into a smile. “Portrait, hm…?” Glancing at you, Riddle nodded. “It’s breakfast time, so he may be in the cafeteria. Let’s go see.” You all agreed, heading through Main Street to campus in hopes of meeting the boy.

As you entered the cafeteria, Cater scanned the room, eyes darting from left to right. “Jamil has long, black hair. Let’s see… Ah, there he is!” Cater exclaimed, looking towards Jamil and Kalim, the duo only a few feet away from you. Grim immediately raced over to them, grinning widely. “You’re the guy who got banged up in the kitchen yesterday, right? Mind if we chat?”

Jamil narrowed his eyes, tray of food still in hand. “What is this? An inquisition?” Kalim, however, reacted differently, as mouth went agape upon seeing Grim. “Oh, hey! That’s the weasel who set my rear on fire at orientation!” He exclaimed, then glanced over at you, as he suddenly beamed. “And the nice boy who helped put out the fire!” You simply smiled back at him in response, finding his energetic demeanor to be rather cute.

Riddle glared at Grim, shaking his head at the cat’s approach to the situation. “Grim. You need to work on your tone. Tact is important for these sorts of things.” He looked over at Kalim and Jamil, giving them an apologetic expression. “Forgive us for interrupting your breakfast.” However, Kalim simply laughed aloud, a carefree look on his face. “Wow, the Heartslabyul housewarden, cute prefect and fire-spitting weasel. Ahaha, what a fun combo!”

You blinked, taken aback by the sudden compliment as Grim growled. “I ain’t a weasel! The name’s Grim. And that’s my minion, Yuu.” Glaring down at the cat, you sighed. “I’m perfectly capable of introducing myself, you know? Ahem, apologies for my familiar.” Kalim, being the chill person he was, took no offense to the cat’s tone. “Huh! Well, I’m Kalim, Scarabia’s housewarden. And that’s my vice housewarden, Jamil.” Kalim said, gesturing to the boy beside him with a grin.

“Uh, sure. Man, this guy throws me off.” Grim muttered, sweating at the boy’s unusually kind response. It was a valid reaction, in your opinion, for the school was full of brutes ready to pick fights. Jamil suddenly piped up, turning to you, his brow raised. “So, why are you asking about my accident?” You pondered how to respond for a second. Something about this boy didn’t sit quite right for you, he seemed a little too guarded.

Snapping out of your train of thoughts, you gave him your answer. “The headmage requested we inspect the kitchen's safety.” His gaze then softened, only ever so slightly, though. “The headmage? Huh… Well, not that I particularly mind. Last night, I was in the kitchen frying up some lamb rolls at Kalim’s request.” Jamil explained as Kalim suddenly cut in, smiling widely. “Oh, man, you guys have NO idea how amazing Jamil’s lamb rolls are! You’ve gotta try ‘em one day.”

Jamil sighed, crossing his arms at the boy. “Can we stay focused here, Kalim?” The white-haired boy laughed awkwardly in response, nodding. “Ah, right. Sorry!” And with that, Jamil continued with his retelling of the events. “When I was chopping the ingredients, it was like my knife hand went wild and cut my other hand all on its own.” Grim winced beside you, as Kalim spoke up, turning to Jamil. “It makes no sense! Even the dorm’s head chef can attest to Jamil’s legendary knife skills. Were you tired from Spelldrive practice, maybe?”

And there it was, Spelldrive. You were sure you’d get to the bottom of this case, one way or another. “No. Not so tired I couldn’t control my hands. But at one point while I was cooking, I did feel kind of light-headed.” Jamil responded, your brows suddenly shooting up as you grabbed your notepad. “Dizzy, you say?” Shaking his head, Jamil continued. “Most people would think that, but I know that sensation. I think I was feeling the effects of someone’s signature spell.”

Riddle and Cater gasped as your eyes narrowed. “Oh, right! Because your signature spell is–MMMPH!” Kalim squealed, Jamil suddenly moving over to cover his mouth with his hand. “Pffft! Why’d you put your hand over my mouth?!” Kalim asked, a frown seen across his face for the very first time. “Becuase we’re not talking about me here.” Jamil immediately responded. How secretive!

“Anyway, my theory is that someone was controlling my movements with magic.” Jamil said, Cater being next to pipe up. “Interesting… That WOULD be a way to hurt people and have it appear like it was nothing more than the victim’s own carelessness.” Nodding along, you quickly scribbled that down in your notes, handwriting now sloppier than before as you attempted to keep up with the conversation’s pace.

Riddle hummed, adding on. “And if it only lasted an instant, even the victim might perceive it as his own mistake. When I nearly fell down the stairs, I never felt as though I was being controlled against my will.” Cater sighed, shrugging. “Well, I guess this is kind of a lead? What’s our next move, guys?” Grim paused, beaming happily. “A spell that can control someone… If I could learn how to cast that, I could really clean up on bakery day!”

Sighing, Riddle shook his head at the predictable reaction of the cat. “Such small-mindedness… Truly, Grim? That’s as far as your ambitions extend?” You snickered as Grim ignored Riddle’s comment, the cat too up in the clouds to even give a retort. “Man, imagine eating all the deluxe grilled cheese I wanted!” You paused, eyes suddenly widening as your pen fell out of your hand.

That’s right, bakery day, the grilled cheese! That deal you made with Ruggie… Ahem, for the sake of Grim’s own good, of course! Anywho, that deal, you realized beforehand that something was off about his demeanor, the way he had no worries in Grim rejecting his trade… Could it be? “Hey, Yuu, you’ve been real quiet!” Grim exclaimed, as you then snapped out of it.

“Ruggie Bucchi.” You said, still too shocked to form a coherent sentence. Everyone raised a brow, confused by your abrupt statement. “Ruggie?” Kalim asked, a puzzled look on his face. Your expression then turned to a determined one as you flipped through your notes. “That’s right! When I had interviewed the other students, I checked who was in their class at the time just to be sure… It adds up!”

You suddenly grinned, shaking Grim up and down. “I’ve got it! Grim, the culprit is Ruggie Bucchi!”
Grim’s jaw dropped as he wriggled out of your grasp. “Myah?! Eh… That’s right! You mentioned somethin’ about him being overconfident about our trade?” You nodded, beaming. ‘Yes, yes! Ruggie, it must be him!” Cater’s jaw dropped, turning to you. “Ruggie? That lil’ dude from Savanaclaw?” Sure, he was little, but he sure was cute! Oh, and mischievous too, apparently.

Riddle’s gaze sharpened as you all stood up. “Let’s track him down and see what he has to say.” Pulling out his phone, Cater hummed. “Hmmm… Looks like Ruggie’s in class 2B.” You and Riddle both turned back to the shocked Scarabia duo, giving them a smile. “Thank you both for your cooperation!” Kalim scratched his head, beaming back at you. “I’m still kinda lost here, but good luck!” You thanked him once more and left, marching off to the classroom.

As you entered, you instantly noticed Ruggie sitting down, legs propped up on his desk lazily. “All right, where’s Ruggie Bucchi?!” Grim exclaimed, scanning the area before setting his gaze on the hyena-boy.
“Right here. Ah… It’s you guys again.” Ruggie responded, his expression falling upon noticing your group. “I really hope this isn’t about that deluxe grilled cheese. We traded fair and square.” Ah, and it was a deal you would make in an instant once more if given the chance.

Riddle walked up to the boy, glaring down at him, one hand propped onto his hip. “Ruggie Bucchi, we need to ask you some questions about the spate of injuries that have befallen prospective Spelldrive tournament players.” His tone was stern and cold, earning Ruggie’s gaze to harden. “Oho. This sounds like some serious business.”

Cater, who was sitting on the desk, pointed at the door with a grin. “How about we move to the hall and keep this in the figurative DMs, if you catch my drift?” Nodding grimly, Ruggie agreed, joining you all outside in the hallway. “I’m cooperating. Let’s all try to be gentlemen, now.” Clearing his throat, Riddle turned to Ruggie. “Very well. While we do not yet know exactly what transpired, it is abundantly clear that your signature spell is a dangerous one. I will be casting ‘Off With Your Head’ to–”

“But Riddle, are you sure you should be casting such a powerful spell without your magical pen?” Ruggie leaned closer, their noses practically touching as he grinned. Lucky. “Huh? Wait… what?! What happened to my magical pen?!” Riddle exclaimed, frantically looking around for it as Grim pointed at Cater, urging you to also glance his way. “Hey, Cater! Your pen’s gone too!” Cater’s jaw dropped, as he too patted his uniform in search of it. “You’re kidding me! How?!”

Ruggie simply giggled, holding up both magical pens
in one hand with a wink. “Shyeheehee! Children of privilege, every one of you.” Riddle glanced at you suddenly, giving you a worried look as Ruggie continued. “So unprepared. So complacent. Like stealing candy from a baby.” Grim jumped, eyes widened. “Myah?! He cast his spell to snatch your pens away without us even noticing?!”

“Puh-lease. As if I’d need magic to do that!” Ruggie exclaimed, spinning around and beginning to walk off. “Anyway, having a showdown in the hallway is not on my agenda for today, so I’ll be on my way. Toodles!” Grim scowled, calling out as the hyena-boy dashed away. “Hold it right there!” Riddle, however, looked enraged as he shouted aloud. “Cure you! You will halt if you value your head! ‘Off With–’”

Just then, Cater grabbed Riddle, immediately restraining him. “Whoa, Riddle, stop! Don’t be a hero, man!” As Ruggie ran off, you noticed a certain duo walking together in the hallways, Ace snickering. “Dude, your flamingo-feeding outfit was insane. Who knew they made leopard print in hot pink?” Deuce blushed, looking away. “L-look, it’s not like I had a choice! It’s all I had in pink!” Ah, such a cutie. Wait, aren’t you doing something right now?

“I can’t believe we still gotta follow weird rules like that. But I guess it’s better than it was.” Ace said, jumping suddenly as Ruggie pushed past him. “Oh! Ace, Deuce! You boys are a sight for sore eyes!” Cater exclaimed, waving at them. “Huh? What’s going on? Why are you running?” Ace asked as Riddle pointed towards Ruggie, absolutely fuming. “The culprit! He’s getting away! You need to apprehend Ruggie Bucchi immediately! Housewarden’s orders!”

Deuce’s jaw dropped in response. “Whaaat?!” Ace’s eyes widened, the boy whining once again. “What does this gotta do with us?!” You pointed back at Ruggie, yelling out. “Run forth and earn your spot in the Spelldrive competition!” At that, they paused, looking at each other and then nodding, dashing off after the Savanaclaw student, Grim along their side.

You trailed behind, now able to catch up after about a month of Coach Vargas’ training. Your group stopped him, Grim calling out. “Myah! We’ve got you now!” The boy then turned around. “What, you think some freshmen and a weasel can catch ME? All of you look as small as molasses–and I’m not talking about your runnin’ speed!”

Grim hissed, displeased by Ruggie’s description of him. “I am NOT a weasel!” He exclaimed, earning a glare from Ace. “Save it! We got work to do!” Your group then went running after Ruggie once more, casting spells as he darted through the hallways. He then paused, turning around as your group caught their breath.

“I thought you Heartslabyul guys were nothin’ but tea-partying softies… But y’know something? Color me impressed. I take it all back!” Deuce scowled, cracking his knuckles. “Keep talkin’. I’m this close to wiping that smug grin off your face.” You gulped, sweat dripping down your forehead. “Deuce, you’re letting your delinquent side shine through once more… It’s quite a surprise to me you weren’t sorted into Savanaclaw, to be truthful…”

Ace groaned, narrowing his eyes at Ruggie. “Would you just let us nab you already? I don’t wanna lose my head again, thanks!” Snickering, Ruggie ran off again, leaving you in his dust as you struggled to keep up. “If you want me so bad, then maybe you should work harder to catch me!” He exclaimed, causing you to sigh. You really do want him badly!

After what felt like years of running, Deuce cast an effective spell on the Ruggie, causing him to jump. “Yipe! O-okay, yeah. Maybe that one was a little fur-raisin’... but unlike you guys, I’m not on my last legs! Byeee!” He called out, stopping at the dead end and jumping out of the window into the courtyard. “Hah… Hah… H-how’s he not even winded after all that running?!” Ace exclaimed, gaping.

You grabbed Grim, running down along the others into the courtyard, where Ruggie stood, giggling at your disoriented figures. “Shyeheehee! Three-in-one, and this is the best you can do? Pretty pathetic, guys.” You gulped, feeling your cheeks heat up at the sudden degradation. Beside you, Ace panted, keeled over with both hands on his knees. “What is WITH thai dude?! He’s crazy fast!”

Deuce was also out of breath, huffing as well. “It’s not just that he runs fast… It’s like no terrain even slows him down!” Grim groaned, flopping around on the ground in shock. “Myaaaaah… I don't even think I can catch him.” Ruggie simply snickered once more. “Shyeheehee! Compared to the backstreets of the slums, this is a cakewalk.” You froze, looking down at your feet in shame. Had you really gone soft? “Did you even think this through? Let’s say you do catch me–can you even be sure that I did it?”
Ruggie asked, earning glares from Ace and Deuce.

“What? Of course you did it!” The ex-delinquent replied, causing Ruggie to querk a brow. “And what about evidence? Do you have a witness who saw me casting spells? For that matter, did anyone snap a picture? You don’t have anything like that, do you?” He was admittedly correct– you had none of the sort, only a measly hypothesis. How pathetic! This was nothing like the detective work from your favorite shonen manga!

Ace gulped in response. “Yeah, but…still!” Beside you, Grim scowled. “You’re a coward!” However, Ruggie simply smirked, taking no offense. “A coward? I take that as a compliment, honestly. Shyeheehee! Next time you wanna come after me, do me a favor and gather some proof first. Though that sounds like a tall order given your track record.” Grim growled, glaring at him. “Grrrr… This guy…”

Ruggie then crouched down to your level, handing you the two magical pens. “Well, I’m done playing tag for today. I’ll leave those pens of yours I stole right here for you, okay? Toodles!” As he ran off, Ace was absolutely fuming. “Argh! He really gets on my nerves”! He exclaimed, earning a nod from Deuce who suddenly looked down. “Housewarden Riddle is not going to be pleased.”

You cleared your throat, piping up. “Ruggie did say until next time, did he not? Surely he is implying something…” You then turned around, having heard a familiar gruff voice. “So you guys are still on the hunt, huh?” Behind you was none other than Jack, arms crossed as he moved closer to where your group had sat on a nearby bench.

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Ace nodded, sighing. “Yup. Hey, here’s an idea: Next time, maybe give us a hand? There is seriously something wrong with that guy.” Jack raised a brow, further inquiring. “Why’re you going through all this trouble for the sake of total strangers?” Deuce scratched his head, giving him a puzzled look. “I’m not sure I follow.” Jack then continued on, elaborating for the boy. “I mean, I’d understand if you were out for vengeance for an injured friend, or something.”

“Buddy, you’re missing the point.” Ace said, responding with a sigh. “What?” Jack asked, now the confused one. “We’re not doin’ this for anyone else’s sake!” Ace said with a smirk as Deuce added on. “This is just a chance for us to score some kudos by catching the culprit.” Ace nodded in agreement. “Yeah. I’d do anything to get on my dorm’s team so I can show my talent to the world!”

Your jaw dropped at their brutally honest response, becoming even more shocked as Grim also piped up. “Yeah, me too! I wanna catch the guy so I can this glorious mug of mine on TV!” Ace grinned, continuing on with yet another harsh remark. “I feel bad about what happened to Trey, but if there’s an opening on the roster… I’ll take it.” You gaped, clearing your throat as you spoke up. “How shameless, you three… Perhaps it was only I who was solving the case for the betterment and safety of our peers?”

For the record, that was a blatant lie. Well, partially. It started out that way, but now you just wanted an excuse to get closer to Ruggie. “Wow. I was doubting whether I could trust people who would suffer like this for strangers…” Jack started, turning to Ace, Deuce and Grim, a grin suddenly spreading across his face. “But it turns out you guys’re total scum.”

Ace scoffed, giving Jack a judgemental look. “If we’re scum, then you’re less than scum, because you knew all along, didn’t you? You knew exactly who the culprit was.” You froze, eyes widened at his comment. To be truthful, you were a tad bit shocked by the boy’s sharp perception. “Oh! I get it! That’s why you were sure he wasn’t gonna come for you–you knew the culprit was from your own dorm!” Grim exclaimed, now glaring at Jack.

Jack grew silent for a second before speaking up. “......Fight me. The whole lot of you.” Your group paused, Ace being the first to respond. “Huh? Why should we?” Jack’s fist clenched, explaining his sudden order. “If I’m gonna trust you, I gotta size you up first. Prove to me that you ain’t all talk, and I’ll tell you everything I know.” You froze, pondering his offer. It was pretty fair, was it not?

Ace gulped, backing away with a certain cat clinging to his leg. “Ugh, do I have to? I hate getting all sweaty.” He said, only for you and Deuce to step up, nodding. Deuce slammed his hand into his fist, smirking. “Now you’re talkin’ my language. Let’s cut the smack-talk and THROW DOWN!” Both Grim and Ace backed further away. “Myah?! I’ll never get used to him flippin’ out like that!” Grim exclaimed, sweatdropping.

You stepped forward, grabbing at the bottom of your gloves, as you then discarded them and gave Jack a smile. “Now, shall we?” Grabbing the others, you ran into battle, Deuce starting with a fury of punches to the boy, who sent a strong one right back at him. Next up, you rushed forwards, grabbing Jack and hurling him right over your shoulder and onto the ground. Seems like Vargas’ lessons really did pay off! Not to mention the sleepless nights spent painting as well.

Eventually, the duel came to an end, with both Jack and Deuce kneeled down on the ground, breathing heavily. “Man, you just… You just don’t give an inch…” Jack wheezed, Deuce wincing as he responded. “Phew… You neither. You sure can fight.” Grim shivered, gulping as he stared at Jack in shock. “It’s like every one of your punches rattled me to the core…”

“Yeeesh… Maybe we got a little carried away.” Ace murmured, groaning loudly from the bench as you and Jack went for a round of arm-wrestling. “Uuugh. At this point, I don’t care about makin’ the stupid team.” Ace said, earning a snicker from you. “Will you truly put all of your previous efforts to waste?”

You perked up at Jack’s voice, the boy suddenly sitting down on the ground beside you. “All right. The path ahead is clear. I’ll tell you what I know.” Ace sweatdropped, raising a brow. “‘The path’? The path to what?” Ace asked as Jack continued. “The path my heart’s telling me to walk. Remember, I’m betraying my own dorm here. But I can’t be quiet any longer!” Suddenly, you smiled. Jack truly is a sweetheart after all, eh?

“I don’t care how strong the foe–I wanna face them with my own two fists!” Jack exclaimed, his voice filled with rage. “I’ve been training hard for this tournament. I was excited to see how far I could go. But these cowardly schemes are making me sick! A triumph won through treachery means nothing! I want to claim victory on the back of my own strength and skill, and fight to defend it!”

Ace rubbed his nape, muttering under his breath. “I think I preferred talking to his fists.” Meanwhile, you and Deuce rushed over to Jack, beaming. “I get it! I know exactly what he means!” Deuce exclaimed as you nodded along. “Indeed, indeed!” Grim and Ace watched, the cat deadpanning. “That’s not a good sign.”

Jack cleared his throat, urging you all to listen closely. “Ruggie’s signature spell–It makes its target copy Ruggie’s movements. Since he’s making the same movements as the person he’s controlling, he’s able to make it look like an accident on their part.” You paused, raising a brow. Something wasn’t adding up.

“Wait, hold on a minute. If he was mirroring the movements of someone about to fall down the stairs, surely someone would have noticed that?” Deuce piped up, seemingly confused as well. “Ruggie didn’t cause these accidents by himself. Most of Savanaclaw was probably in on it too.” Grim’s jaw dropped at the revelation, the cat jumping in surprise from Jack’s words. “Myah?!”

To be fair, it added up, particularly for Ruggie’s part. He mentioned the slums, and you of all people knew it to be a place based on survival, no matter the cost. Leona, however, was what puzzled you. He’s proven himself to be strong when needed, that’s obvious, but why would he choose the easy way out?

You looked back up at Jack, who began once more. “Like you said, someone would have noticed if he was near the targets and also mimicking their actions. I believe he escaped notice by surrounding himself with a wall of his dormmates.” Your eyes narrowed at that, disapproving of the dorm’s methods. On the other hand, Deuce looked a bit puzzled. “The whole dorm was in on it? But why?”

Ace rolled his eyes at the boy’s question. “Well, duh. How well they do at the Spelldrive tournament could make or break their careers. If that’s their motive, well, it isn’t hard to understand where they’re comin’ from.” You glared at Ace, Jack beside you letting out a growl, which startled the boy. “Dude! Don’t bare your fangs at me! I’m just connectin’ the dots!”

Jack huffed, a scowl spread across his face. “Hmph. If they’re not willing to show what they’re capable of now, what does the future even matter?” You hummed, finding that to be a fair point. “I’m most disappointed with our housewarden, Leona Kingscholar. He has incredible talent, but refuses to even use it!” Jack exclaimed, causing your ears to twitch.

“Yeah, for as lazy as that guy is… He seemed insanely strong.” Grim murmured, earning a nod from the wolf. “Right?! Why would you possess such power and not even hone it? I despise guys like him!” His expression faltered, voice lowering to a more downcast one. “The way he played when I saw him three years ago… It blew my mind. That was the reason I came to this school. I thought if I joined Savanaclaw, he and I would be tearing up the Spelldrive field together.”

Your mouth went agape, brows furrowing at Jack’s confession. Ace leaned closer to you, whispering into your ear. “Yo, Yuu. He’s pretty harsh when he talks about his own housewarden, but I’m starting to think…” Keeping your voice low as well, you nodded, finishing his thought. “He truly did look up to him, didn’t he?... How sorrowful.”

Jack piped up once more, catching your attention again. “All of these ‘accidents’ are just an incidental part of the plan. They’re hunting bigger prey here.” Narrowing your eyes, you glanced at a confused Deuce who then responded. “Bigger prey?” With a nod, Jack continued. “Malleus Draconia, the Diasomnia housewarden.”

Malleus. It’s that name again. This boy, just the mention of him holds the power to cause both Deuce and Ace shiver. Intriguing. “He possesses monstrous power. He led Diasomnia to victory two years running. He’s the reason we were knocked out of both tournaments without scoring a single point. The older dorm members won’t ever forgive that.” Jack explained grimly.

Two years, so, would that make him a third-year student? This Malleus was eternally fascinating to you. “Without a single point…? For a dorm that usually wins the tournament, that had to hurt.” Deuce muttered, earning a nod from Jack. “You know it. Our greatest moment of shame–broadcast to the whole world in real time.” Ouch. That definitely scarred their egos. “The upperclassmen want to redeem themselves, but the way they’re doing it is despicable.” Jack said with a grimace.

“So this all comes together on the day of the tournament.” Ace remarked. “Yep. And that’s why I need to stop them!” Jack exclaimed, clenching his fist. How admirable he was, a truly ideal display of one’s hatred towards their dorm’s cunning betrayal! You glanced over your shoulder, suddenly having heard a familiar voice. “I believe I’ve heard enough.”

Behind you was none other than Riddle, Cater accompanying him. “Hello, Housewarden Rosehearts. Cater.” Deuce greeted them as you walked over to their side, giving the housewarden a light squeeze. You glanced over at Cater, giving him a wave. “Greetings… Cay-Cay.” He smiled back at you, Riddle then letting out a sigh.

“I cannot allow such an important tradition to be tarnished by personal grudges.” Cater looked at him, grinning. “So what’s the sitch, Riddle? We got a plan?” The boy nodded in response. “As we have no proof of Leona’s machinations, nor of Ruggie’s assaults, we cannot take this to Crowley. Without solid evidence, that sort of accusation would never stick to someone as sly as Leona.”

Suddenly, it all clicked. “So you’re saying we need to catch him in the act?” Ace asked, causing Riddle to nod. “Yes. And I have a suggestion to that end. First–” Jack suddenly piped up, interrupting the housewarden. “Stop. I’ve told you what I know, but that doesn't mean I’m plannin’ to join your merry band.”

“What? C’mon, Jack, even after all we’ve been through together? The smiles and the tears?” Cater asked, sweating nervously. “Savanaclaw is my dorm, and I’m gonna be the one to settle this. Seeya.” Jack responded gruffly, turning to walk away as you sighed. “That sure is a lot of talk out of someone who has done absolutely nothing up to now. You’re all bark, no bite.”

Everyone froze, Jack instantly spinning around, growling. “What’d you just say?!” He spat out, tone aggressive. “Ouch. Been a while since you’ve let someone have it like that, Yuu.” Grim muttered, still taken aback by your comment. He wasn’t wrong, but you were ever so tired of this never ending hunt.

“It’s true, though. You versus your entire dorm?
Can’t say I see the odds favoring you.” Deuce said, only adding salt to the wound. “Don’t you know, Jack? Only the most successful wolves hunt in packs.” Growing silent for a moment, Jack finally responded. “...All right, fine. I’ll hear you out. But I’m not committing to anything. If I don’t like the sound of your scheme, I’m out.”

You beamed, giving him a pat on the back. “Glad to see you comply, nonetheless.” Ace, however, sighed dramatically, rubbing his temples. “Man, this guy is impossible.” Cater chuckled, glancing at the first-year. “Funny, I was just thinking how much he reminds me of you and Deuce.”

You raised a brow at his comment, contemplating whether or not he had a point. Then, Riddle cleared his throat, beckoning everyone to direct their attention back to him. “Then, if I may continue explaining my plan? The first step is…”

Listening closely, you all gave him a hopeful nod upon hearing said plan. “Huh. That’s actually not half bad, dude.” Ace complimented, giving Riddle a grin. “That is quite a plan, Housewarden Rosehearts!” Deuce exclaimed, your focus then directing to Cater as he pulled out his phone. “Sounds like ol’ Cay-Cay has a lot of prep work to do before the big day!”

“Thank you, Cater. Take care not to raise any suspicions.” Riddle responded, the third-year then turning to Jack. “So, HBU, Jack? You heard Riddle’s plan Are you in? Or out?” Cater asked, causing Jack to give him a nod. “There’s nothing cowardly about it, at least. I suppose we can work together this one time.”

Grim sighed, giving him a look. “Really feelin’ the trust there, Jack.” Ace then spoke up, stretching out his arms. “Cool beans. Let’s all get back to our dorms for today. I know I’m about ready to keel over.” Grim instantly groaned, rubbing his stomach. “Yeah, and I’m starving!” He exclaimed, causing you to snicker.

“Hold on a moment, freshman.” Riddle called out, catching your group's attention. “Because of the information it yielded, I am going to overlook your flagrant violation of rule #6, ‘No fighting on campus.’” He paused, expression suddenly darkening. “But rest assured that if it happens again, it will cost you your heads. Are we clear?”

Ace, Deuce, Grim and you all responded in unison. “Yes sir, Housewarden Rosehearts.” Jack then awkwardly gave his answer.. “...Yeah.” Riddle nodded, pleased by everyone’s answers. “Very well. Let us return to our dorms.” As your group trailed behind Riddle, Jack turned to you and Ace, gulping.

“Man, I thought he looked like a wuss, but your housewarden is one scary dude.” Jack whispered, Ace nodding along. “You ain’t wrong. Mistake him for a friendly hedgehog and you’ll quickly learn he’s actually a furious porcupine.” Raising a brow, you shrugged. “Perhaps it’s only I who finds him to be an adorable, yet temperamental hedgehog.”

The two instantly looked at you with shock. “Seriously, Yuu? You’re right, I think that is just you…” Ace murmured, causing you to heavily sigh. “I truly am tired, now… Perhaps we ought to pick up the pace, Grim?” The cat grinned upon your shoulders, exclaiming loudly. “Myaha! Faster, hench-human! I’m hungry!” You accepted with a chuckle, leaving behind the others as you ran back to your dorm.

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Back at Ramshackle, you flopped into bed, groaning. Your eyes lit up, suddenly rushing to grab your mirror. It took just about a minute for your mirrored self to appear, this time alongside another familiar face. The woman beside him peered into the mirror, eyes sparkling. She had bright yellow hair and deep, sparkling hazel eyes.

Your mirrored self gave you a smile, before jumping with surprise as Grim came into view, snuggled right in your lap. “Myah? What’s with this mirror of yours anyways, Yuu?” Scratching your head, you sighed as you explained. “Have I not already told you? The Mirror allows me to communicate with versions of my friends and I from different dimensions, also granting me the ability to pull them forth into battle, as I did during Riddle’s overblot.”

Glancing back at your mirrored self, you held up the device so you both could see. “Here, why don’t you introduce yourself?” The cat instantly smirked, gesturing to himself proudly. “Heh, you can call me Grim! I’m gonna be the world’s greatest mage one day!” You sighed, patting him on the head. “You do realize they hail from alternate worlds, correct?...”

However, your other self simply laughed. “It’s an honor to meet you, Grim… I am truly glad you can take care of… Well, myself.” Your friend beside him was practically bursting with excitement, exclaiming loudly as she greeted you and Grim. “‘Tis my turn to speak! I am Don Quixote! A pleasure to have thee. Say, thou art quite the adorable feline!”

Grim instantly growled, displeased by Don’s words. “Hey! I ain’t a cat, I’m the Great Grim!” You shook your head, somewhat used to his reaction. “Please do forgive his outburst, Don. Grim means no harm, although… I’m glad to see someone match his levels of energy.” Checking the time, you paused. “Oh, my… It appears night has already fallen. Until next time, then.” Placing the mirror down, you lay next to Grim, slowly dozing off into slumber.

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Whilst asleep, you were once more met with a dream, albeit it being a rather realistic one. The familiar scent of earth flooded your nostrils as the scene displayed before you emerged, showing the same scarred lion from before laying lazily in some sort of cave, a bird tied up before him. It was indeed a rather confusing sight.

“Oh, Zazu, do lighten up and sing something for me with a little bounce in it.” The lion ordered, causing the bird to sigh. “Oh… I would never have had to do this for Mufasa.” While wondering who exactly Mufasa was, your thoughts were interrupted by the lion’s ferocious roar. “What? What did you say? I…am…the KING!”

Interrupting the lion’s outburst, a hyena suddenly waltzed in. “Hey, Boss! We got a bone to pick with you.” Two others joined it as well, all scowling. “Scar, there’s no food, no water… We’re hungry!” One exclaimed, causing Scar to narrow his eyes, then gesturing to the bird. “What are you complaining to me for? Eat Zazu.”

Unhappy with his response, the hyenas murmured amongst themselves. “I thought things were bad under Mufasa…” However, Scar had overhead, causing him to grow even more infuriated. “What did you say?! Get out!” He ordered as the hyenas reluctantly complied, groaning on their way out. “But we’re still hungry!” An utterly pitiful sight to behold, to be sure. Not to mention that poor bird! You can’t help but feel somewhat intrigued, wishing to know more of the story.

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Blinking awake, you could faintly hear someone’s voice speaking as they shook you. “Hey, wake up.” You were instantly met with the sight of Jack, causing you to sigh as you sat up. “What are you doing here?” You inquired, rubbing your eyes. “I’m on my morning run. Today’s the day of the Spelldrive tournament, and I wanted to make sure you didn’t mess everything up by oversleeping.”

Your jaw instantly dropped at his explanation, shocked by his audacity. Grim, however, hadn’t seemed to mind, for he instantly jumped up to go get ready. “Oh! Yeah, you’re right! We gotta catch the bad guys so they’ll squeeze Ramshackle House into the tournament as a reward!” Grim cheered, smirking.

You hummed, nodding. “Indeed so. While I am still unsure of whether I wish to compete in Spelldrive… I don’t mind playing the role of hero today once more.” You stated, trying your best to ignore the unsettling feeling coursing throughout your body. Something deep down was signalling to you that today, something terribly wrong would occur.

Jack sighed as he walked over to the door. “I’ll see ya at the tournament grounds. Don’t you dare go back to sleep!” As Jack left, you grabbed Grim and your bag, ready to venture near the festival and hopefully, possibly find your Hong Lu. Oh, how you missed him.

On your way there, you spotted Deuce and Ace, waving them over with a smile. The festival was amazing, there were so many different stands with all sorts of products. “Myaaah! Get a load of all the food stands! They got churros and funnel cakes and… Ooh, is that jerky?” Grim asked, squealing as he pointed out all of the delectable food.

Ace, however, seemed rather gloomy, as was Deuce. “Man, I can’t believe I didn’t make the team after all that.” Ace muttered, sighing loudly. “Me neither…” Deuce nodded along, causing you to nudge them both. “Cheer up, you two. Look alive, you still have next year to get in!” Ace sighed, elbowing you back. “There goes Yuu, being all optimistic again…”

Deuce, however, cleared his throat, redirecting your focus to him. “Well, we have an important job to do anyway. We should focus on that.” While you had agreed, Ace had simply snickered. “Yeah, good point. Focused. That’s us.” Surely he was referring to Grim and Deuce, right?

Speaking of Grim, the little glutton was practically about to burst out of your arms and run right to a nearby food stand. “Whoa, what’s a corn dog?! I wanna try one! Come to papa, whatever you are!” Ace scowled, reprimanding the cat instantly. “Eat later! We need to go!” At that, you all unanimously agreed, ready to leave.

However, a sudden intercom cut in, causing you to look over at a large crowd forming around the gates to the side streets. “Welcome, one and all, to the Night Raven College interdorm Spelldrive tournament! Thank you for your patience. The players will be entering the stadium momentarily!”

There was a loud cheer amongst the crowd, practically beckoning you to get a glimpse. “First up will be last year’s champion. But can lightning really strike thrice? Give it up for the Reigning Light… DIIIIIAAAAASOOOOOMNIIIIIAAAAA!” The intercom exclaimed, earning yet another cheer.

Suddenly, chaos erupted, as the entire crowd began running straight towards Diasomnia,the PA system frantically struggling to calm them. The stampeding spectators started coming closer and closer to the group, the boy with silver hair attempting to help form a barrier around one student. The taller green-haired boy also tried assisting, only for their efforts to go to waste, the silver-haired boy crying out. “AAAAAH! MALLEUS, NO!”

You paused, being both stunned by the entire event you had just witnessed and that same name being mentioned once more. Malleus. Suddenly, Deuce and Ace snapped you out of your trance, leading you away from the crowd and over to Riddle and Cater.

You reluctantly joined them, strolling along the others. However, as you walked among the side streets, something, or rather someone caught your eye. Passing by you was a familiar figure, the cat-boy with short, purple hair. And beside him? That same person you could easily recognize from a mile away.

That dark, long hair tied up into a ponytail was all you needed to see to know it was him. You wanted to call out to him, hug him, kiss him, tell your love just how much you truly missed him. But you couldn't, for he was already long gone. And so, being the sensible person you were, you screamed out his name.

Ace gave you a confused look, grabbing your hand and holding it tightly. “Yuu? Hey, what’s wrong?” He asked, but you were too busy staring at something, no, someone. He had turned around, along with Che’nya, both glancing at you. There was something you had noticed instantly, though. His left eye. It was cyan, just as his mirror version was. This wasn’t your Hong Lu, was it?

But no, there was something, that sudden gleam in his eye as it lit up, that look he shared with you and only you, an expression so full of love and happiness that not even his mirrored self could share. This was your Hong Lu. You couldn’t quite put your finger on it, such as how he had heterochromia, but it was him, your love.

Much to both of your dismay, Che’nya seemed to grab Hong Lu by the wrist, dragging him away with a snicker as your lover’s eyes widened. As did yours, for Riddle began pulling you in the opposite direction as well, muttering something under his breath about punctuality. His expression was rather sour, and you knew it was because he had noticed him too. He had seen your memory, after all.

As you arrived at the Savanaclaw Dorm’s spelldrive stadium, your group hid in the corner while watching Ruggie approach Leona, who was surrounded by the other students. The hyena was evidently worn out, speaking between heavy breaths. “Leona, I did it! Did you see the broadcast?” Ruggie asked, practically beaming with joy.

“Yeah. That was nice work, Ruggie. So long, Malleus. This year, the throne is mine.” Leona responded, smirking. Oh, that expression… What a true work of art. “Long live the king! Shyeheehee!” Ruggie responded, snickering as the crowd of Savanaclaw students cheered altogether.

Just then, your group walked up to them, coming into view. “I believe we’ve heard enough.” Riddle declared, glaring at the Savanaclaw students. For a moment, Leona and Ruggie stared at you all with shock, before both grinning. “Well, well, if it isn’t the Heartslabyul kids. And is that Jack?” Leona asked, causing you to sigh. What are you, chopped liver?

“You transfer to Heartslabyul on us, frosh?” Leona scoffed, his tone accusatory. Jack, however, simply crossed his arms, keeping his cool. “Nah. I just don’t feel like celebrating the underhanded accomplishments of a bunch of cowards.” Jack responded, only further pissing off the housewarden. “You filthy traitor!”

However, Riddle was quick to cut in. “You have tarnished a proud Night Raven tradition. As housewarden of Heartslabyul, a dorm focused on orderliness, I cannot possibly overlook this.” He said, stepping in front of Jack, glancing back at the boy. “Listen, kiddies–save your heroic speeches for someone who cares, all right?” Leona shook his head, groaning.

“Honestly, coming into our territory with only a handful of people… It’s like you WANT a beating.” Ruggie remarked, giggling. “You want us to take care of ‘em, Boss?” One student asked, turning to Leona. “Sure. Have a little fun with ‘em.” He responded, nodding.

Seriously? Another fight? Your head was still spinning from your recent interaction with your lover. Just as you prepared to battle once more, your thoughts were suddenly interrupted by Riddle, who practically ended the duel with one wave of his pen. “Off With Your Heads!” Riddle exclaimed, collaring the students who dared face him.

“Urk… He’s so strong.” One student murmured, staggering. “Man, housewardens are no joke.” Another said, gripping the collar on their neck. “Hmph. Nothing but a lot of hot air. Ace, Deuce, are you all right?” Riddle asked, turning to his underclassmen. “Yeah. That was nothin’.” Ace said, grinning. “You bet, sir!” Deuce exclaimed.

The housewarden then turned to you, raising a brow. “And you, Yuu? How are you?” Riddle asked, causing you to give him an uneasy nod. Sure, you hadn’t actually done any fighting, but you were still… tired. Like something oddly heavy was weighing you down, little by little, the longer you stayed in this enchanting world.

“Tch. I knew those chumps’d be no match for Riddle.” Leona scoffed, looking down at his defeated teammates with a disappointed look. “Shyeheehee! Maybe not! But this doesn’t change the fact that they were too late to save Diasomnia.” Ruggie said with a laugh, then suddenly freezing.

Right then, as if appearing from thin air, the deep-voiced boy, Lilia, was right in front of Ruggie, floating upside-down. “Oh? That’s quite the interesting claim.” He twirled around midair, then landing in between the tall green-haired boy and silver-haired boy from earlier, who you’d sworn you seen get trampled. “They seemed right on time to me.”

At the green-haired boy’s remark, the one with silver hair nodded. “Indeed. It’s thanks to them that not a single one of Diasomnia House’s players got hurt.” Ruggie could only jump backwards in shock, taken aback by the dorm’s appearance. “What? How?! I saw you get swallowed up by the stampede!” He shouted out, earning a snicker from Cater.

“Oh! About that… So it turns out those were actually duplicates of me, made with my signature Split Card spell.” Cater said, suddenly pulling out his magical pen and splitting into several clones of himself, one posing with the tall boy, another clinging closely to you and making a kissy-face. “What?” Leona asked, utterly befuddled by the scene before him.

Cater turned to Lilia, pulling out his phone. “I must admit, I really dig those Diasomnia House outfits. They’re so extra! I’ll DM you some of my selfies later.” At that, Lilia grinned, pleased by the boy’s compliment. “Is that right? If I knew you were such a fan, I’d have gladly loaned you mine.”

Sweat dripped down Cater’s face, the boy scratching his nape. “Such a sweetheart! Though I think yours would be a little small for me…” As he trailed off, Leona piped up, now agitated. “All right, can we get to the point?” He asked, Lilia being the one to respond. “Riddle told us everything. So we had him put on that little charade for us.”

Ruggie’s eyes widened at the revelation, realization sitting in. “So, then… Malleus?” He muttered, the green-haired boy speaking up, his voice rather… loud, to say the least. “Oh, he’s in top-top shape, of course! He’s been clearing up the chaos, using his magic to guide all the people safely back to the coliseum. You can thank him later.” He said, only further distressing the hyena-boy.

“H-how could this happen?!” He exclaimed, a truly despaired expression across his face. “...Tch. Whatever. I don’t even care anymore.” Leona said, sighing. You admit you were nearly as surprised as Ruggie– both at his betrayal and fast submission. “What?” Ruggie asked, too shocked to even process his housewarden’s words.

Leona simply shook his head, a stern look on his face. “I’m done. It’s over.” He said, fast to throw in the towel. “Boss, what are you saying?!” Ruggie exclaimed, eyes wide as saucers. “Are you even payin’ attention? If Malleus is able to take the field then we got no chance of winning. There’s no point even trying. I’m out.” Leona said coldly, looking away.

Yikes, you feel somewhat bad for invading their conversation like this. But still, that pained expression on Ruggie was practically to die for. He truly was beautiful in any state, wasn’t he? “Y-you can’t just..! Malleus might still be in the game, but we took all the other dorms’ best players, right? But without you on the field, I don’t even know if we’d have a shot at the top three! You’re just going to abandon our dreams?”

Leona shook his head, scoffing. “For all the talk about ‘the world watching,’ this is just schoolkids playin’ a game. All you wide-eyed tenderfoots talkin’ about your dreams… Pfft. The whole thing amused me, so I threw you a bone. That’s all this was.” Leona said. Wow, talk about a switch up. It’s truly humorous how he went out of his way to injure others all for a schoolkids game!

“What do you mean? What happened to working together to ‘turn the world upside down’?” Ruggie asked, only further angering the boy. “Are you seriously still goin’ on about that? All right, fine. You wanna hear the truth? You’re a hyena who grew up in a dump, and I’m a secondborn prince who won’t even be king. And there is NO turning that around!” Leona said, walking closer and smirking right in his face.

You winced, feeling the pain of his words for Ruggie. That had to hurt. “What? You gotta be kidding me! What is this? You can’t just quit after we’ve come this far!” Ruggie screamed, anger painfully evident in his tone. It was as though everything just clicked, then and there. “You can’t do this to us, Boss! You’re gonna play, even if we gotta drag you out there kicking and screaming!” A Savanaclaw student yelled out, all of them turning on him and charging to attack.

“Bah, I’m so sick of this nonsense. Shut UP, you nobodies!” Leona exclaimed, a flurry of sand suddenly surrounding everyone, causing you to instantly shield Grim on impulse. “What?! My nose is dryin’ out… M-my eyes hurt!” The cat groaned as Jack turned to you, shocked. “Everything the housewarden touched is turning to sand?!”

“That’d be my signature spell. ‘The King’s Roar.’” Leona said, catching your attention. “Ironic, isn’t it? Nothin’ the savanna hates more than a drought. Yet its prince’s magic desiccates everything—reduces it to sand.” He explained, causing your eyebrows to furrow. There’s so much more to this boy, isn’t there?

Suddenly, Ruggie ran straight at him, attempting to stop his housewarden. Unfortunately, Leona instantly grabbed him by the arm, ever so tightly. “B-boss… It huuurts…!” Ruggie cried out, causing your heart to practically shatter into a million pieces. Do you step in? You were frozen with fear.

“Ruggie’s arm! The skin is cracking!” Deuce yelled out in horror, pointing at the sight. “Your spell can legit dry out a HUMAN BEING?!” Ace exclaimed, shocked. “Leona, I cannot allow this to continue! Off With Your Head!” Riddle shouted out, only for the conjured collar to disappear. “Myah?! Riddle’s collar bounced right off!” Grim gaped, shaking.

Leona grimaced, turning to look at Riddle as his fingers secured around Ruggie’s neck. “Maybe you’re some kinda prodigy, kid, but don’t think you’re smarter than your elders. I aced my Protective Magic classes in my sleep.” Riddle simply scoffed, displeased by Leona outdoing him.

“Hah! How do you like that, Ruggie? Does it hurt? Is your mouth too dry to keep licking my boots? That was your finest talent, too.” Leona said, now smirking widely as his grip hardened around the boy’s neck, cracks starting to form on his face. “Ngh… G-gaah…” Ruggie groaned, Jack suddenly turning to you, expression hardened. “If we don’t stop him, Ruggie’s gonna…!”

He didn’t finish his sentence, but you knew what he meant. Someone’s life was at risk here. More importantly, someone you had admittedly been pining over. You won’t lose another person you love, regardless of whether or not your feelings are reciprocated. This time, you will do something.

Before you could even take in what you were doing, your legs began moving on their own, seemingly, charging right for Leona. Perhaps it was a miracle that you were snapped out of your state of shock, maybe not. But one thing was crystal clear to you at this moment, only one thought remained in your mind. You will stop that man.

“Yuu? What’s a magicless human like you against Leona?!” Ace exclaimed, shocked to see you, the unathletic, artsy, magicless prefect attempt to go against Savanaclaw’s housewarden. Nonetheless, you still ran, as far and fast as your legs possibly could take you. “Hah? What do you think you’re doing, pathetic herbivore–”

Before Leona could even finish his sentence, he was met with your fist hitting his face. Sure, it hurt your hand like hell, but it was worth it. Leona staggered, placing a hand over his cheek, dropping Ruggie to the ground. As he looked back at you, the absolute flame of rage in his eyes was unmatched. Seven, was he pissed.

Just as Leona brought out his magical pen, ready to use his signature spell against you. “That’s enough! ‘Unleash the Beast!’” A voice cried out, and before you knew it, you were being dragged off in the mouth of a white wolf. The wolf had the back of your uniform in its mouth, placing you beside Ace and Deuce.

“Woah, what just— Gah!” Leona exclaimed, the wolf heading right towards Leona, biting his staff, catching the boy off guard. “He broke Leona’s concentration! ‘Off With Your Head!’” Riddle yelled out, managing to successfully use his unique magic on the other housewarden, having seized the opportunity given. “GAAAAAH!” Leona screamed out, now defeated.

The moment the chance was available, you ran over to Ruggie, helping him up, the boy’s breathing still heavily labored. It pained you to even look at him. Rushing back to the others, you laid his head down into your lap, stroking his hair and frowning at his
now cracked face. Would these scars ever leave?

“That was beautiful, Riddle! You stopped Leona’s magic cold!” Cater cheered, the silver-haired boy speaking to the taller Diasomnia student. “Sebek, let’s get the wounded somewhere safe.” However, the green-haired boy didn’t take the request too well, as he yelled out aloud once more. “Do not presume to order me around, Silver!”

Leona, on the other hand, was broken, shocked, and enraged. “No… NO! You can’t collar a lion! And Jack! How did you… Transformation potions are forbidden! Where did you get that?” The boy ordered, turning to the wolf, who transformed into Jack with a poof. “I didn’t use a potion–that’s my signature spell. With it I can transform myself into a wolf.”

At the first-year’s explanation, Leona simply laughed. “Ha! What’s that saying? Every dog has his day? Well I guess you had yours!” How could he joke around at a time like this? You admit you were relieved to see Jack’s rock-hard glare, though. “Housewarden Leona, I want you to know… I only came to this school because of how much I admired you! What happened to the man you used to be?”

Leona scoffed, looking down. “Shut up… Your dreams got nothin’ to do with me!” Riddle sighed, genuine worry in his eyes. “I understand the irony of me being the one to say it, but it pains me to see you like this. You’d be wise to confine yourself to your room and try to calm down!” However, that only seemed to further infuriate him. “What do you know about how I feel?!”

“Would that the lion king of the savanna could witness this absolute farce. No, if you ask me, the collar suits you far better than a crown ever could.” Lilia stated, moving closer to the housewarden. “...Huh?!” Leona sputtered out, shocked. “You may bemoan the fact that you’re not higher in line to be king. But with that sensitive ego of yours? That so quickly directs all your petty anger at your retainers…

Well, the idea of you ever contending with a REAL king like our Malleus–is absolutely laughable. Even if you COULD defeat Malleus, so long as that’s how you choose to conduct yourself? You would never be fit to rule!” Lilia exclaimed, causing you to wince. His words were as sharp and painful as knives. Wasn’t that a bit much? Even if he did harm Ruggie, something tells you there’s so much more to this boy than just the surface level.

“Hah… Haha. Yeah, you’re probably right. No, you’re EXACTLY right…! Hahahaha! I will never become king. No matter how hard I try!” Leona said, a wicked, yet empty smile across his face. “Myah?! All my fur’s standin’ on the end!” Grim murmured, shivering by your side as you held Ruggie tighter.

Actually, looking a bit closer, something about Leona was off. Very off. “The magic power within Leona is surging… I don’t think my collar can hold it!” Riddle exclaimed, beads of sweat dripping down his cheek. “No. That isn’t magic power. That’s negative energy, which means…” Lilia trailed off, Cater’s voice suddenly cutting through as your ears rang. “Everybody, get down!”

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All that everyone could do was simply stare in disbelief as blot began to accumulate around Leona, dripping down his face just like during Riddle’s overblot. “Riddle’s collar flew off?!” Cater exclaimed in shock, carefully taking a step back.

“I’ve been loathed since the day I was born. I’ve never had a place, never had a future!” Leona suddenly exclaimed, his voice slowly rising. “None of my hard work is ever rewarded! How could any of YOU possibly understand? MY disappointment?! My pain?!” Leona screamed, his booming voice now echoing throughout the stadium.

He clawed at his face, blot still running down it, as a large lion with a beacon for a head appeared behind him, splashing even more blot onto his head, hands and feet.

You could only gawk as the blot mixed with the sand, swirling up into the air and swallowing the boy whole, engulfing him in the inky liquid and once more transforming someone, this time Leona, into a brand new, dark form. He manically laughed aloud, roaring loudly.

“What’s happening?! Some kinda giant shadow is comin’ outta him!” Jack jumped, looking both worried and in awe at the situation overcoming his housewarden. “That’s the incarnation of his blot!” Deuce sputtered out, gulping. Grim quivered beside you, clinging just a bit tighter to your side. “Is he goin’ evil darkness berserker mode like Riddle did?!”

Riddle turned around, looking at your group. “If you can move, seek shelter! Ace, Deuce, help me take the wounded outside! Lilia, please get help from the faculty!” The two looked at him, nodding. “On it!” Lilia also responded, a serious look across the boy’s face. “Understood. Stay strong until I return!”

When Leona growled once more, you couldn’t help but sigh. Where exactly was Crowley in the midst of this? Weren’t these overblots meant to be rare? If so, then why is another occurring merely in the second month of this school year alone? Frankly, it’s unbelievable. Narrowing your eyes at Leona, you held Ruggie a bit closer.

“Why does this keep happening to us? This is soooo not my #brand!” Cater remarked, eyes wide. “If you’re afraid, feel free to run.” Riddle said, raising a brow at the boy. At that, Cater sighed. “Trey wouldn’t let me hear the end of that. We do this together, Housewarden!” Jack looked over at you, wearing a befuddled yet determined expression.

“I dunno what’s going on, but if we hit Leona hard enough, maybe we can snap him outta it?” He asked, but you were far too immersed in the sight before you, watching as Riddle and Cater battled against the overblotted student, obviously on the losing end of the duel. Still lying in your lap, Ruggie spoke up, coughing. “I… I’ll help too… No way am I taking what he said lying down!”

That, however, most certainly got a response out of Leona. “So even the lowly hyena turns against me? Ahaha! What a total joke!” He scoffed, smirking handsomely as Grim looked up at you.

“Yuu, if we can take this guy down, they’ll let us play in the tournament!” You sighed, turning back to Ruggie as he attempted to stand up, for you immediately pushed him back down. You smiled, voice ever so shaky. “Just rest for now… Save your energy, alright? I’ll handle this.”

Standing up, you left Grim with him, despite both their protests. Every part of you was screaming to walk away, but no. Chickening out was no longer an option. Looking at Riddle, it was already clear that he couldn’t take this fight. Blood was spewing out of his nose, the liquid nearly as red as the boy’s angered face.

Grabbing your dagger, you glared at Leona as you approached him, the housewarden yelling loudly. “If I can’t overthrow the world, I’ll turn it to sand! It’s pointless–all of it!” How utterly pitiful that he feels that way. You move closer, leaving behind any bit of sanity you had left.

Moving in front of Riddle, you looked right at Leona. “Yuu, you can’t!--” Riddle exclaimed as you cut him off, “Nothing can be done by feeling so sorry for myself.” You said, adjusting your uniform, palms somewhat sweaty. If you are to be the hero in this narrative, fighting on a plastic horse like it’s real, then so be it.

“I know successful or not, I am who I am!” You exclaimed, placing a hand on your chest, which only earned a laugh out of Leona. “You show no fear, even in my current form. You must be a remarkably formidable herbivore.” Raising a brow, you stood tall. “No man is without weakness. It is why no amount of extravagance and intimidation a move poses can threaten me.”

Before he could even respond, you ran as fast as you could, stabbing him right in the stomach with your dagger, catching him off guard entirely. Looking back up at his face, it was clear that he was absolutely furious.

Then, the ground below started shaking, moving upwards, as you then stood alongside Leona on a cliff that had been formed, everyone else down below. Just as he was about to strike, someone stood before you, blocking his attack. And right there in front of you was a woman.

She had long, flowy hair, the exact same shade as your comrade Don’s. Except this wasn’t Don Quixote. It couldn’t be! The differences were awe-striking. Her cold red gaze bored into your soul as she looked back at you. “I shall bear responsibility for everything.” The woman said, as Leona was still in utter shock of her sudden appearance.

“Hah? Who’s this herbi–” He asked, but the sound of the woman’s voice interrupted him. “Hold your tongue; I will no longer tolerate any ingenious ideas. I’ve wasted enough time entertaining those cloud-chasing ruminations.” She tread forward, striking Leona right in the chest.

“Rebellion comes to La Manchaland.” She murmured, causing you and Leona both to raise a brow. “What’re you talkin’ about, herbivore?... “ He paused, eyes narrowing. “No, you’re no herbivore. You smell like somethin’ else.” She hummed, simply commencing with another attack, this one blocked by Leona.

Standing proud, she raised her hand, conjuring a hardblood lance from the red pool below her feet. “My name is Sancho! And I, Sancho, declare upon my honor; this lance shall end that festering, slothful dream!” Her voice was filled with pain and courage, so incredibly loud it had echoed throughout the stadium.

She then jumped, or rather, flew into the air, as did Leona, both facing off with their lance and staff. “No matter how impossible it may be… Until I reach that dream, I’ll keep pushing to the–” Sancho exclaimed, then grunted, faltering as Leona began to overpower her midair.

Her expression hardened, her lance grinding hard against Leona’s flimsy staff, as she began to get the upper hand. “Nay… I shall gallop ever-onward, unbroken, unrelenting to the end!” Sancho cried out, causing you to gawk.

-

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It was then that Leona began to fall, plunging down in the air, his overblot monster dissolving as he did so. Your eyes widened, seeing the possible impact from said fall, which by far could only result in death. Luckily, he managed to grab at the edge of the cliff, only urging you to walk out and check on the boy, as Sancho stood behind you now.

Out of the blue, the edge of the cliff crumbled, as the boy desperately grabbed at your ankle, causing you to descend to the ground along with him, his expression turning to a shocked one, to your surprise.

Despite still being overblotted, he grabbed your waist, clinging closely to you as you neared the floor, arms wrapped so tight you could barely breathe. And so, you left Sancho alone, the only one remaining on her very own stage.

-

In the blink of an eye, you were in some sort of castle, it seemed. It was just like after Riddle’s overblot, for Leona once more stood beside you, narrating the scene right before your eyes. “From the moment I was born, there’s been a boulder on top of me that’s too heavy to move.” Leona said, catching your attention. You watched as a group of people with animal features stood together, discussing something.

“Crown prince Falena is such a bright and cheerful young man. I don’t understand why his younger brother has to be so moody all the time.” One said, shaking his head as you frowned. “And he possesses such a terrifying power! Imagine being able to turn anything to sand!” Another exclaimed, shivering.

You instantly scowled at her remark, looking back at Leona with pity. “Both of you, cease this conversation right now! What if someone overhears you?!” A voice cut in, scolding the two. However, not for the cruelty and rudeness of their words, but in fear of being caught saying such things.

Leona sighed, continuing on as the scene froze. “I bet that if I were the crown prince, this is what they would have said: ‘Crown prince Leona is a judicious man–look how he controls such powerful magic! I don’t understand how Falena can be so carefree.’” His expression darkened as he crossed his arms.

“This is all because I was born second. They’d find fault in me no matter what–just so they could use it as a pretext to praise my brother. No matter what I do, I can never be the best.” Leona said, the scene changing once more to show Leona and an older person resembling him.

The man was frowning, calling out to the housewarden as he sat reading a book. “Leona! Why weren’t you at today’s ceremony?” The boy scoffed at that, raising a brow. “Ceremony? Ah, you mean the self-indulgent party where you show off your son to the people? Yeah, sorry I missed that. I fell asleep.” Leona simply replied. However, that seemed to irk the man.

“Showing the people in the face of their future king is an important affair.” Falena said sternly. “Yeah, it’s a happy day for sure–also known as the day the despised second son loses what little claim he had to the throne forever.” Leona responded snarkily, further annoying Falena. “Do not frame it in such terms!” He scolded, still barely getting through to Leona. “Must be nice to be the firstborn, huh? You can spend every day singing and napping and still become king.” Leona said, earning a sigh from Falena as his voice lowered.

"Leona… You may never become king, but you are still wise. There is much you can do for this country.” And what kind of comfort is that? You started to truly pity the housewarden now. “And maybe if this country selected its kings on the basis of intelligence, I’d be motivated to do something with that wisdom.” Leona said, getting up and walking off. “Leona, wait! Leona!” Falena called out, but he was already long gone.

Leona exhaled shakily, looking down. “Why do I have to spend my life feeling this way, just ‘cause I was born a few years too late? No matter how hard I study, no matter how powerful the magic I command… From the day till I die, no one will ever acknowledge that I’m better than my brother. I will never be king.” He continued on, voice now rising.

“Why did I have to be born second? Why will I never, ever get to be the best? Why? Why? Why? Life is truly unfair.” He finally came to a halt, his overblot version now standing in a valley, on the tallest cliff. He tried reaching out for the moon above him, but failed.

You then took the chance to speak up. “It is. Life is unfair. Some are born at an advantage compared to others, and it isn’t fair. But what will sitting around moping do about it? If you dislike the way life is, change it. If you can’t do that, at least change your view of it.” He looked up at you, expression filled with shock.

He may not have even realized you were here with him. “I’m not saying that your life wasn’t unfair–it most definitely was. But you truly need to learn to let go. You don’t want to be king, you want to be recognized for your accomplishments alongside your brother, to be in the spotlight for once.” He opened his mouth to respond, eyebrows now furrowed.

But still, you continued on, not allowing him to reply without fully having your say. “It hurts, doesn’t it? To go through a neverending cycle of hoping to be something, only to fail over and over, never being enough. To be trapped into a narrative pre-written for you, never even getting a shot at being something, constantly overshadowed and outdone by your brother?”

Your voice quivered as you rambled on and on. “In the end, you were just the backup plan. Important enough to be somewhat recognized, but not enough to matter. You lived a dreadful childhood, where you were constantly being compared and reminded of your place.” Gasping out, you concluded, leaving the boy astonished.

“How did you–?” He asked as you merely shook your head. “You asked for someone to understand you, and it appears the universe has rewarded us with such.” You responded, looking forward as the scene suddenly shifted to a school setting, displaying yourself sitting alone at your desk. Standing at the front of the class was an all too familiar face, as your beloved Hong Lu stood grinning, surrounded by other students as you sighed grimly, staring down at your piece of paper.

On it displayed a fantastic grade, full marks! Nonetheless, it was nothing compared to him, for the boy got reasonably less than you yet was still far more acknowledged and popular. Why, you ask? Because he was born into a leisurable, respected upper-class family.

Because of his wealth and class, he far outranked you and therefore had everything handed to him. You, on the other hand? You worked hard to get where you were, only for all that hard work to be outshone by someone who simply had been blessed with a bigger advantage than your own.

But in the end, you never truly resented him for it. Sure, you felt pained and jealous, but he was the light in your world. And for that, you loved him. He was so utterly pure and innocent, your entire world. How could you ever hate him? You wanted to, but you couldn’t.

The scene changed, as both you and Leona stood ankle-deep in blot. There, you watched a version of yourself, this with horse ears and Hong Lu with red bandages sitting across from each other in the liquid, seemingly bathing in it as the ink reached up to your chests. You could only watch in confusion.

Suddenly, your other self moved his hand over to Hong Lu’s, placing it onto his thigh. You glanced over at Leona, who seemed both taken aback and uncomfortable by the scene. This felt like you were intruding on something private, even if it was yourself.

Then, Hong Lu looked up at you, eyes no longer filled with hope and that same innocence you yearned for. His eyes widened as you grabbed both of his hands, holding them in your own before slowly bringing them up to caress your face as you smiled sadly.

The sight before you wasn’t inappropriate, but oddly intimate, in a more sorrowful way than expected. You then placed each hand around your neck, tears slowly flowing down your face as you fluttered your eyes open, averting your gaze from the boy, as though even looking at him was painful.

Suddenly, he grabbed you by the face, grinning widely. “I’ll leave you with this…” He paused, moving closer, and whispering into your ear, still loud enough for Leona and you both to hear. “Destroy it all. Everything and everyone. For me, okay?” His eyes drilled into your other self’s causing you to shudder.

This version of him was so… scary. Unreal. This couldn’t possibly be him, could it?Nonetheless, it was oddly comforting. You looked back up at Leona, placing a hand in his as you did with Riddle before. And then, something shook you awake.

-

“Hey! Wake up!” A voice called out, as your eyes fluttered open. “...Huh?” Leona murmured, blinking awake, as you still lay flat on his stomach, his arms wrapped tightly around your waist from earlier. Instantly, you both separated, awkwardly looking away from one another as you turned to Grim.

“I did it! They’re awake! I was startin’ to think you weren’t ever gonna regain consciousness!” He looked over at Leona, glaring at the boy. “Now, hurry up and confess.” Leona’s eyes widened as he rubbed his head. “Wh… What?” He asked, a certain headmage then approaching. “Mr. Kingscholar. Your negative energies accelerated your blot accumulation, inducing an overblot episode. Do you not remember?”

Leona’s jaw dropped in shock, the boy murmuring to himself. “Wait, ME…? I overblotted? No way…” Grim stood by your side, frowning at Leona. “And more importantly, the Spelldrive tournament is about to begin. I’m gonna need you to confess that you’re the culprit, so I’m allowed to enter!” “Heh. If this is a joke, I ain’t laughin’.” Leona replied with a scoff.

“The headmage got Grim’s group to investigate the accidents in exchange for them to compete in the tournament.” Jack piped up, causing Ruggie to look over at him in shock. “Whaaat? THAT’S what this has been all about?”

Upon noticing the boy, you instantly stood up, limping over and squeezing him tightly. You tightly grabbed Ruggie’s face, frowning. It was still cracked. “You bet it has! And EXCUSE you?! You were the one pushin’ people down stairs for the chance at a little flame and glory!” Grim suddenly exclaimed, separating you both.

Ruggie scratched his nape, pouting slightly as blush dusted his face. “Urk… W-well… Fair point, I suppose.” He murmured, Crowley then turning to Leona. “Is he correct? Were you responsible for the series of injuries sustained by competing players?” With a nod, Leona reluctantly confessed. “...Yeah. That was me.”

“Very well. Then to begin with, Savanaclaw House will be disqualified from this year’s tournament. The rest of your punishment will be decided after I discuss it with the victims.” Crowley stated, earning a response from the boy. “...Understand.” Both Ruggie and Jack looked down in silence as the headmage walked off. Suddenly, Riddle spoke up, causing him to turn back around. “Headmage, wait.”

Looking back, Crowley saw your whole group. “Mr. Rosehearts? And I see you’re with… Ah.” Riddle nodded, gesturing to the others. “Correct. They are the victims in this incident.” “Headmage, speaking on behalf of the victims, I have a request for you. We would like you to permit Savanaclaw House to play in the tournament despite their crimes.” Trey said out of the blue, shocking everyone.

“What…? Are you saying…you wish to forgive their crimes?” Crowley sputtered out. Ruggie looked over at him, clinging to your side. “You guys…” However, Jamil shook his head. When did he get here? “No. That’s the last thing we want.” He said, scowling. “If Savanaclaw is disqualified from the tournament, we’ll lose our chance at revenge.” Trey responded with a smirk, causing you to laugh aloud ever so slightly.

“Wh-whaaaat?!” Ruggie yelped, ears twitching slightly. “Revenge?!” Jack asked, looking taken aback. “After all, fighting with magic is forbidden on campus.” Riddle stated, clearing his throat. “But during a Spelldrive game, it’s all in the name of sport, right? It just happens to be a sport where players face off using the fullest extent of their magic.” Trey added on.

Meanwhile, the other victims in Heartlabayul whispered amongst themselves in agreement, suddenly determined to win their chance at revenge. “Plus, I dunno what happened here, but it looks like it left the Savanaclaw kids in worse shape than we’re in.” Jamil stated.

Trey gave him a nod, coming to a conclusion. “What we’re saying is: now that we know who did this, we have an opportunity to hash things out on the field instead of letting grudges fester.” You do admit that he had a point, a good one, at that. “You’ve said it yourself, Leona–fighting doesn’t break school rules if it’s a part of a Spelldrive match!” Cater exclaimed, giving the housewarden a wink.

“Normally, I would demand their heads. But if Trey and the others insist on settling their grudges on the field… I am willing to overlook their disregard for the rules this once.” Riddle said with a sigh, causing you to suddenly smile. Despite all that’s happened, seeing the boy’s growth was more than enough to cheer you up, even in the very slightest.

Crowley nodded, resting his chin on his hand. “I understand where you’re coming from. However, the question is: Are these Savanaclaw students even capable of taking to the field? Mr. Kingscholar has only just regained consciousness!” He blurted out, earning Leona to suddenly laugh.

That tiny giggle quickly snowballed into full on cackling as Leona smirked widely. “Don’t you underestimate me, Crowley. I wouldn’t even need to be awake to handle this sorry pack of wounded herbivores.” Back to his egoistical self, it seems. ”Wow. Now THAT is audacious.” Jamil replied.

“I got no intention of bowin’ to anyone. If you want my apology, come and take it.” Leona said as you looked around for your mirror, finding it inside your bag. How did Sancho appear without the mirror in your possession? How odd. Looking back up, you noticed Trey speaking to Crowley. “Do we have your blessing, Headmage?” He asked hopefully.

With a sigh, Crowley responded. “Dear me. Aren’t I the fool for thinking you all wanted to talk about your feelings? Your petition is granted. Savanaclaw will be allowed to participate in the tournament, as originally planned.” His voice lowered to a whisper. “And as headmage, I very appreciate that this will keep our little scandal under wraps as the whole world is watching.” You raised a brow at that.

“Interesting. Didn’t you say before that overblots were–” He instantly cut you off by clearing his throat loudly. “Well, the spectators have surely grown weary of waiting for the players to appear. Do make haste.” Everyone began gathering in their respective groups, Leona leading Savanaclaw as he turned away. “All right, let’s–Urk! That hurt…” He murmured as Ruggie had punched him in the arm. “Don’t think you’ve earned my forgiveness.” Ruggie said, glaring at his housewarden.

“Right, and?” Leona asked, Ruggie’s expression then softening. “Still… I couldn’t tell you why, but… It still pains me to see that pathetic look on your face. Your usual smug, sneering grin–somehow, that suits you better. So come on, now! ‘Laugh With Me!’” Ruggie exclaimed, casting his signature spell, forcing Leona’s mouth to curl upwards into a wide smile. Despite the happy look on his face, Leona looked like he was nearly about to burst a vein. “Owwww! Ruggie, what are you doin’...?!”

However, Ruggie simply snickered back at him. “Shyeheehee! I can’t tell you how long I’ve wanted to do this!” He exclaimed, which only further pissed off the boy. “Knock it off! Now!” The sight was rather heartwarming, to be truthful. Despite everything that had just happened, it was refreshing to see everyone come together as one.

“You guys are a buncha idiots. …Heh.” Jack said, suppressing a smirk beside you. “Jack, was that perhaps a laugh I heard?...” You asked, grinning at him. “I… I did not!” Jack sputtered out, looking at you with cheeks dusted red. “...I owe you guys for this. Thanks to you, I’ll be able to go out there and give 100%.” Jack then said, giving a genuine smile to your group.

“But on that field, we will be enemies. We will hold nothing back.” Riddle responded with a smile. However, Jack only smirked wider at his reply. “I wouldn’t have it any other way!” He exclaimed, eyes filled with determination “Hey, Headmage! We caught your guy! You know what that means… Time to cough up the reward you promised!” Grim suddenly piped up, turning to Crowley with a happy look on his face.

His mouth went agape, surprised by the sudden request. “What? Ohhh…. I did promise you that, didn’t I? But it’s far too late. The tournament brackets have already been announced. What to do…?” You let out a sigh. This was to be expected of him, wasn’t it? It’s not like you even wanted to play anyways.

“WHAAAAAAAT?! You wretched, backstabin’ swindler! I am gonna make it rain fire, you liar! MYAAAAAAAH!” Grim exclaimed, heavily displeased by Crowley’s response. Not that you even blame him! You had to fight another overblotted student, the least Grim and you could get is a spot in the tournament, even if it isn’t your ideal reward.

“Stop, please! Restrain yourself for a moment! I will… come up with something. Uh…” Crowley trailed off, humming to himself before smiling widely. “Ah! I’ve got it! What would you say to playing in a special exhibition match? If it were held before the tournament itself, it wouldn’t interfere with anything. And the eyes of the world would be squarely on you!” Crowley exclaimed, causing you and Grim to share a look. If everyone could see you, then perhaps Hong Lu would as well, and be given the chance to actually approach you!

Grim’s eyes went wide as he looked back at Crowley. “On me?!” The man gave him a nod, his voice rather shaky. “B-but of course.” Grim then smirked, glancing back over to you. “Well, so long as I’m the center of attention, I guess that will do. This’ll be great! After the scouts see me kickin’ tail on TV, they’ll be swarmin’ all over me!” Ignoring his enthusiastic cheers, you frowned.

“Spelldrive teams need a total of seven players, do they not?...” You trailed off, Crowley giving you a nod. “The other players… Ah, right. And we’ll need an opposing team as well. Perhaps we could cobble one together out of faculty members…” Grim’s jaw dropped, taken aback by the headmage’s disorganizedness. “Myah?! You haven’t given this any thought at all!”

“Hey, so, couldn’t help overhearing…” A voice said, urging you to look over and see a certain duo approaching. “If you need some teammates, we could help you out.” Deuce said, grinning beside Ace. “What are you doing? You’re members of Heartslabyul!” Riddle exclaimed, placing a hand on his hip. “There’s no tournament rule that says we can’t play for another dorm’s team.” Ace responded, earning a laugh out of Trey.

“Ha! He’s right! I guess no one thought that would ever happen, so no one ever wrote it down.” Next to him, Cater spoke up. “Ooh, now this sounds totes fun! I wanna be on Yuu’s team too!” Riddle looked over at him in shock. “B-but you’re an actual member of our team!” He stuttered out, watching as the realization hit the third-year’s face. “Oh. Poo.”

Ace cut in next, giving all the more reason to Riddle as to why he ought to join. “I didn’t go through all that just to sit back ‘n cheer for you guys. If I’m getting the chance, I wanna play!” Deuce elbowed the boy, blushing as he looked back at you.

“I’m not like him, okay?! I just want to have my friends’ backs.” Ah, yes. There Deuce goes again, displaying his heart of gold. What a true joy to be around. “If you need someone to play against, Savanaclaw will be happy to help.” Jack said, walking over with Ruggie and Leona.

“Myah?! You will?!” Grim asked, both surprise and relief in his voice. “Of course. Playing against the faculty would be no fun. We’ll give you a proper match.” Jack said with a nod. “Sa-weeet! Guess you ain’t such a jerk after all.” Ace cheered, winking at the wolf-boy, causing him to fluster.

“Don’t get the wrong idea–this is just payback! I don;t want that debt hanging over my head.” He looked back at Ruggie and Leona, raising a brow. “You don’t got a problem with it, right?”

Ruggie sighed dramatically, shrugging as he replied. “...Yeah, sure, what's one more game when we’re already at the brink of exhaustion? You’re a monster, Jack.” And a tsundere too, apparently. “Pfft. I don’t even care anymore. Come and take your best shot, herbivores. It may be an exhibition match, but we ain’t gonna be playin’ footsies here. You better be ready for us.” Leona said, groaning before smirking.

“Ah, splendid. And here I was bracing to endure another three-hour scolding from Professor Trein. Well, I believe that’s four members on your team now, Yuu. You only need three more!” Crowley exclaimed. Grim moped, pouting. “Hey, that’s still not enough! And that’s WITH people comin’ from whole other dorms to join us! Why does our dorm only have two people in it?”

Your eyes suddenly lit up, a grin spreading across your face. “You know… I think I can name three people who would be happy to play alongside us…” “Oh… That’s right! If they live in the dorm, they’re our dormmates, right?” Grim asked, catching onto what you were implying. “Sounds like solid reasoning to me.” Ace remarked. Beside you, Grim cheered gleefully. “Then there are two more members of Ramshackle House than just the two of us!”

With a nod, you looked over at Crowley, explaining. “We are referring to the ghosts, that is.” He gawked at you, taken aback by your answer. “Pardon? Are you telling me you intend to register ghosts as members of your team?” Grim simply nodded in response.

“One of ‘em said he used to be a real good player! They’ll be perfect! Sit tight, I’m gonna go get 'em!” Grim ran off, crying out in joy as he left everyone in his dust. “Seriously? A match against ghosts?” Jack deadpanned, staring off at where Grim once stood. “Hey, Yuu is playin’ despite having about as much magical talent as a box of crayons, so what’s the problem?” Ace asked, causing you to gasp. Was that really necessary?

“I’m actually going to be on TV? S-suddenly my knees won’t stop shaking…” Deuce murmured, wobbling slightly. Okay, perhaps he didn’t volunteer out of the kindness of his heart… “Hurry off to the tournament site, now. Ah, but first, has anyone spotted a black, stone-like object on the ground?” Crowley asked, causing you to cock your head.

A black stone? Like the kind that Grim eats? Interesting. “Huh? A black rock?” Ace asked, scratching his head. “Did you lose something like that, sir?” Deuce inquired, causing the headmage to simply shake his head. “No… Simply wondering if anyone had noticed one. Right, then. Let’s all hurry to the coliseum now.” He responded.

Jack tugged at your sleeve, pointing to the rest of the group already beginning to take off. “C’mon, Yuu.” Nodding, you gave him a smile. “Fight with courage, and we shall secure the throne. Shall we commence?” He gave you a confused look before shrugging, grabbing your hand as you ran together, catching up to the others.

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Finally, the game began, as you, Ace, Deuce, Grim and the ghosts stood across from Savanaclaw, prepared to win. You admit you were rather nervous, performing in front of such a large crowd and all. Nonetheless, you were determined to get your revenge. For yourself, for Grim, and for Ruggie.

“You’re gonna pay for making fools out of us last time!” Ace exclaimed, pointing his magical pen at the opposing team. “That’s the spirit. Bring it on, and don’t hold back.” Jack responded, welcoming the challenge with open arms. Meanwhile, Deuce gulped. “The cameras aren’t rolling a-are they…?”

Ruggie suddenly broke out laughing, teasing the boy playfully. “Shyeheehee! If I were you, those cameras would be the least of my worries.” He said, wooing you once more with that voice and that laugh. “All right! Time to show the world what Grim the Great is made of!” The cat cheered, causing you to sigh.

“Count yourselves lucky to face me. You better make it worth my while.” Leona suddenly said, catching your attention. To be truthful, you were hesitant to actually try and win, for your opponents had just gone through fighting an overblotted person, one being the one who overblotted! Still, you wore your heart on your sleeve, ready to go.

As the match began, Grim was first to grab the disc, running in the opposite direction, back towards your goal. “It’s time for Grim the Great to land a goal from HERE! I call this baby the Great Grim Hurricane!” The cat cried out, throwing the disc towards Savanaclaw’s goal. However, you just so happened to be standing in front of the goal.
Your eyes widened, instantly attempting to duck down in hopes of dodging the incoming disc.

However, it was too late, for the last thing you remembered seeing was the grass below you as an excruciating pain formed near your forehead, ears ringing as everything went black.

-

By the time you had awakened, the sun outside had already set. Your back felt abnormally stiff, and your arms were wrapped tightly around a pillow by your side. Yawning, you hugged the pillow closer, slowly rousing yourself awake to a high-pitched voice. “Hey, Yuu’s awake!”

You blinked, groaning groggily as you wiped drool from the corner of your mouth.
Glancing to your left, you noticed Grim, Jack, Ace and Deuce sitting beside your bed. “Where am I…?” You inquired, confused as to what exactly was going on.

“At the very start of the game, Grim threw the disc in your noggin and knocked you out. You don’t remember?” Ace explained, giving you a befuddled look. “I was tryin’ to steal our victory with a shot from way downfield…” Grim murmured, pouting. “You amateurs gotta work on your disc control.” Jack said with a sigh.

Deuce then gave you a smile, placing a hand on your shoulder. “I’m just glad you’re awake. You were out so long that I was starting to worry the hit had caused some real damage.” You beamed back at him, finding his worries for you ever so cute, per usual.

Ace then nodded, adding on. “Yeah, you even missed the closing ceremonies! They’re taking everything apart right now.” He said, causing you to raise a brow. You shut your eyes, snuggling into your pillow once more as you yawned. “Mm… How was Savanaclaw?” You mumbled out.

“Hmph. Everyone we played was ignoring the disc and throwing everything they had at US.” A voice said, beckoning you to open your eyes once more. As you did so, you instantly froze. Why was your pillow talking? Better question, why was your pillow Leona Kingscholar?!

You instantly scooted away from him, clearing your throat. “We were dead on our feet by the time we faced Diasomnia, so they ended up taking first place.” Ruggie suddenly said, standing beside Leona’s side of the bed. “Housewarden! Ruggie!” Jack exclaimed.

“Tch… Bein’ stuck in an infirmary bed for anything other than a mid-day nap is about as lame as it gets. Doesn’t help when a pesky herbivore starts sleepin’ on you.” Leona said with a scowl as you gave him an apologetic look. “And what’s worse? Not a single Diasomnia student ended up here.” Ruggie added on, frowning.

Ace shook his head, shuddering. “I’d heard the rumors, but man, seeing Diasomnia’s housewarden in action… That dude does NOT mess around.” Deuce looked over at you, agreeing with Ace. “Yeah, he was incredible. You wouldn’t have believed it, Yuu!”

Humming, you placed a finger on your chin “Diasomnia, hmm?... If I do recall, their
housewarden is Malleus Draconia?” Ace nodded with a sigh at your inquiry. “Sure is. Now I get why everyone thinks he’s invincible. I can’t even imagine taking him down.” He said, moping.

“And with that attitude, you never`will. You’ve let him beat you before you even face him.” Jack cut in, a now determined expression on his face as his voice rose. “I haven’t, though. Next year, I’m taking Diasomnia down. And I’ll win by givin’ it everything I got.”

“Does ‘everything’ happen to include your capacity for evil?” Leojan suddenly asked, raising a brow. Sighing, you gave him a glare. “And where exactly is your remorse?” At your question, he simply smirked. “Remorse? Who says I gotta have remorse? I’m givin’ next year’s tournament all I got, too. And I am gonna do whatever it takes to win.”

Normally, you would jump to scolding him right away for saying such a thing, given the entire incident from earlier. However, you bit your tongue, refraining from doing so as your lips curled upwards. You wanted to resent Leona, but you couldn’t.

“Shyeheehee! There’s the Leona I remember.”
Ruggie said with a snicker, earning a disappointed sigh from Jack as he shook his head. “I can already tell this isn’t gonna end well.” Grim suddenly piped up, a hopeful look on his face. “Next year, I wanna be in the tournament for real!”

You patted his head, poking fun at the cat. “After sending me to the infirmary? I think not.” He instantly pouted, rambling on about how it was a flimsy mistake. Meanwhile, Deuce nudged Ace, discussing something with him. “We need to practice so we can make the cut too.”

“Yeah, no kidding. No way do I wanna embarrass myself in Grim’s kiddie league again.” Ace responded with a smirk, causing you to muffle a laugh. Then, before you knew it, the doors flew open, as a red-haired boy ran in, prancing around with joy. “Unca! There you are! I finally found you!”

You froze, gawking at the sight before looking over at Grim. “Myah? What’s a kid doin’ here?” The cat asked, just as confused as you. “Unca Leona!” The kid exclaimed, bounding over to the bed both you and the housewarden were lying on. “Baaah. The screech box found me.” Leona muttered, groaning.

“‘Unca’ Leona…?” Jack asked, mouth agape as he watched the kid hop onto the bed. “The furball’s my brother’s son, Cheka. You know…my nephew.” Leona responded, introducing him to you all. “Your nephew?!” Everyone exclaimed, eyes wide as saucers.

Ruggie scratched his hair, sweat dribbling down his face. “So this is who’s next in line for the throne…?” He murmured to himself. Meanwhile, you were entranced by the scene in front of you. “I saw you play, Unca! You were so cool! Next time I visit, teach me how to play!” Cheka exclaimed, beaming up at Leona.

“Fine, fine. Just stop screamin’ in my ear.” Leona said, waving his hand dismissively. “Where’ll all your attendants? They gotta be tearin’ their hair out lookin’ for you!” He said, earning a giggle from the boy. “I couldn’t wait to see you, Unca, so I left them all behind! Hehe!”

“So…the source of all Leona’s anguish…” Jack murmured beside you, placing both hands on his hips. “My, what an adorable little bundle of joy!” You exclaimed, placing a hand over your mouth. You wish you got to have a cute little nephew to watch over as well, what a shame.

Grim blinked twice, seeming distraught by their interaction. “The kid sure seems to love everything about him.” Leona instantly growled, glaring at everyone. “Shut up, all of you! And stop gawkin’ at us!” He exclaimed, turning back to the nagging child.

“So when are you coming home to see us, Unca?
Next week? And when’s the next time after that? Did you read all the letters I sent you?” Cheka asked, demanding answers as he jumped onto the housewarden’s belly. “Look, I told you, I’ll be back for the holidays— Ow! That hurts! Get offa my stomach!”

Your jaws all dropped simultaneously, Ruggie breaking out laughing first. “Pffft… Ahahaha! This is priceless! So THIS is why you never wanna go home to visit your family!” Cheka looked over at your group, a curious look on his face. “Are you all Unca Leona’s friends?”

Ace snickered, nodding. “Heheh. Yeah, sure we are! We’re your Unca’s besties! Ain’t that right, ‘Unca Leona’?” He said, grinning at the housewarden, who looked royally pissed. “U-Unca Leona…! Ahaha-OWWWW! Argh, it hurts so much when I laugh…” Ruggie said, clutching his stomach.

“Go ahead, laugh it up. I’m gonna remember this!” Leona growled. Meanwhile, you glanced over at Cheka, giving him a friendly smile. “Hello, there. It’s nice to meet you, Cheka. I am Yuu.” As he glanced at you, the boy’s eyes instantly lit up, a smile across his face.

Pointing at you, the boy giggled happily. “Unca Yuu! Unca Yuu!” You paused, scratching your head. “Hm? But I’m not a lion–” He cut you off, bouncing up and down on the bed as he pointed at both Leona and you. “Unca Leona and Unca Yuu sitting in a tree! K-I-S-S-I-N-G!”

You instantly froze. “Oh. Oh, my.” Besides you, Leona looked redder than Riddle’s hair, whether it be due to embarrassment or rage, you couldn’t quite tell. Everyone else started laughing, joining in as the child chanted out the rhyme over and over. Even Jack joined in!

-

Back in the Ramshackle Dorm, you sighed heavily flopping onto bed beside Grim. “What a day, indeed…” You said, the cat snoring heavily beside you. “Mnyah mnyah mnyah…” He murmured. Meanwhile, you stood up to turn off the lights, giving the cat a peck on the head. “Good night, Grim.”

As you walked back to the bed, you noticed something odd. Looking into the mirror above the fireplace, it was shining, with a dark figure inside you couldn’t quite make out. “Am I dreaming…?” You asked, scratching your head. Is it like another version of your mirror, or a hallucination?

The sudden sound of Grim’s sleep-talk snapped you out of your trance. Shaking your head, you lied down in bed, frowning. “Just what was that…?” You whispered to yourself, shivering underneath the covers as you slowly drifted off to sleep.

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Once again, you are met with a dream. Before you is what looks like some sort of storm at sea, as a ship is struggling to stay afloat. Sailors on it are screaming orders, attempting to save it from an incoming hurricane. Meanwhile, a red-haired girl is holding tightly onto what seems to be an unconscious man, most likely a drowned sailor.

Carrying him back onto the shore, the girl cried out with joy. “Look! He’s breathing!” Taking a better look at her, you noticed the girl had a long, green mermaid tail. Suddenly, she rushed behind a rock, noticing someone approaching. “Eric!” An older gent called out, helping the man up.

“A girl… rescued me. She had the most…beautiful voice…” The man, Eric, muttered, walking off with the help of the other man alongside a beautiful dog. After the coast was clear, the girl posed upon the rock, her hair gently blowing in the breeze. “My heart… oh, how it pounds! Yes. I know it. The day will soon come… party of your world!” She sang out, overjoyed.

It was a rather happy dream, so far. Much unlike the other you have had, which was quite nice. However, the sight of two scheming fish, specifically eels, made you frown. In the corner, two identical-looking eels laughed mischievously to themselves. What exactly were they planning?

-

Waking up, you yawned, noticing Grim still asleep beside you. It had been about a month since Leona’s overblot, and school had moved on per usual. To be more specific, the final exams had begun, and you had been studying like your life depended on it. Normally, you could get full marks with ease back at home, but all of this new magic stuff was a tad bit confusing.

Since this world was completely unfamiliar to you, starting off learning at preschool level was both painful and humiliating. However, you eventually got the hang of it. Anywho, you had bigger fish to fry here. You had another one of those dreams, the only kind you ever had in this world.

And you knew for a fact that they were bad news. The first overblot? A rare mistake, to be sure. The second? Suspicious, but not enough to thoroughly question anything. But another dream sequence? No. Something is off here.

You most certainly weren’t dumb. Sure, you had your moments of weakness here and there, but you were no idiot! Each and every time you had a dream, it resulted in the overblot of a student. More specifically, each dream showed a twisted version of the Great Seven, behaving horribly.

That dream you just had was of some sort of mermaid, so you’ll have to check the statues later to see which corresponds with her. “Mrrrghrow… The trick to tests…is if there’s two choices…it’s a trick question…” Grim snored, stopping your train of thoughts.

Walking over to the cat, you sighed, shaking him awake. “Studying hard, I see?” You grinned as he startled, giving you a glare. “MYAH! Don’t surprise me like that. You’ll make me forget everything I memorized! Today’s the last day of final exams, y’know. You and I are technically one student put together, so you better not tank my grades, Yuu.”

You sighed, shaking your head. “Aren’t you the one studying last minute? I feel as though you have no room to talk here… Well! Shall we?” With a nod, Grim and you headed out, ready to hopefully ace the exams. Unlike Grim, you had been pulling several all-nighters in hopes of getting first.

Walking through campus, you heard a familiar voice call out your name. “Hey! Yuu!” Turning around, you saw both Ace and Deuce walking your way. After greeting the two, you mostly kept to yourself as Grim studied on your shoulder and the Heartslabyul duo conversed. To be completely truthful, you weren’t fully sure if you could call them your friends.

While it’s true you have before, on multiple occasions, it was mostly on impulse, and you did feel guilty for it. To be truthful, you all were just a group of people cast into a series of unfortunate events, forced to work together. You hadn’t even known each other all that long, but this was the first time you had felt this way.

And by that, you meant a feeling somewhat indescribable. Some kind of connection, one where you wish to be by their side and protect them forever. Where every moment Ace or Deuce are faced with danger, it’s like someone’s pulling at your heartstrings. You hadn’t felt this way since your old friendgroup.

Just thinking of them saddened you. If they had all forgotten Hong Lu after he died, would you be erased from their memories as well? You hope not. After all, you still love them so dearly. “Uh, Yuu, are you alright? You’ve been kind of quiet.” Deuce said, looking over at you. “Hm? I’m doing fine, thank you.”

You paused, remembering the dream from before. “Actually… What do you know of mermaids? I had an odd dream of one the night before.” Ace raised a brow at your question. “Mermaids? Where’d that come from–” He paused, eyes widening. “Dude, class is about to start!” He exclaimed, causing you to sigh at the questions left unanswered.

-

“The test is over, whelps. Put your pens away and hand over your answer sheets like good little dogs.” Crewel demanded, grabbing everyone’s papers before clearing his throat. “And with that, I do believe exams have come to a close.” As soon as he said that, the entire classroom burst into cheer, which didn’t sit well with the professor.

Frowning, he gripped his pointer, a stern look on his face. “Down! SIT! Don’t start celebrating yet. Any bad boys who fare poorly in their exams…will be given mandatory remedial lessons over the winter holidays. Consider yourselves warned. Class dismissed.” He stated, sighing.

“Whew, FINALLY. It’s over!” Ace exclaimed, walking up to you and Grim. “I gave it my absolute best. All that’s left now is to wait for our scores to come back.” Deuce said, a nervous yet hopeful look on his face. “I have high hopes for you, Deuce. Worry not, if scores do not go as planned, feel free to study alongside me.” You offered, giving him a grin.

Out of the blue, Grim started laughing, throwing his paws up in the air. “Myahahah! No lousy test is a match for my brilliant mind.” At that, Ace raised a brow. “Really? You guys usually look like your lives just flashed before your eyes after written exams. Now you’re changing your tune?” Well, he did have a point there.

“Heheh. You bet your bottom thaumark I am. Today marks the day of a new and improved me!” Grim exclaimed, smirking widely. “You better be ready, ‘cause soon you’ll all be callin’ me ‘Galaxy Brain Grim’ and beggin’ for scraps of my knowledge.” Grim said, causing you to snicker.

Deuce smiled, looking over at the cat. “That’s a bold claim, but I’m pretty confident in my performance this time myself. No offense, but I’m definitely gonna outscore you.” Ace smirked, taking the chance to tease the poor boy. “Says the guy who’s perpetually biting his lip and barely staying above a failing grade. Of course, this test was a piece of cake for me, so I’m pretty sure I’m gonna come out on top.”

Clapping your hands together, you beamed. “My, it appears you all have put in your fair share of time studying for exams. I am truly impressed, not to mention proud.” Ace simply grinned, pointing to himself. “Pretty much, yup! This’s baby-tier stuff.” You sighed, predicting that sort of response from him.

“Anyway, exams are done and dusted. I’m gonna hit the Track Club.” Deuce said, gathering his stuff. “Y’know, I could stand to get in some exercise at the Basketball Club myself. Let’s break this huddle for today, guys.” Ace said, nodding. As the two left, you hummed. “Perhaps I ought to join a club…”

Grim nudged you as you trailed off, a tired look on his face. “Let’s head back to the dorm, Yuu. I’m dead on my feet after that all-nighter.” Upon seeing that pitiful expression, you agreed. It was about time for you to start studying for Professor Trein’s new unit, anyways.

-

After about a week, results had rolled around. Walking through the hallways with your group, there was some sort of argument happening, per usual. “Hold it right there, Grim! You’re not gettin’ off easy today, you hear me?!” Ace exclaimed, pointing a finger at the cat. “Myeheheh! Maybe you shoulda put your name on it if you wanted it that bad!”

“Why you…!” Ace scowled, earning a sigh from you. “Fighting once more?... What is it now?” Deuce shook his head, one arm linked with yours per your request. “Seriously, don’t they ever get tired of this?” You nodded in agreement, also tired of their constant bickering.

Suddenly, Ace called out to you, catching your attention. “Hey, Yuu! You’re the prefect, so do some prefecting! This lousy furball swiped the doughnut I bought and ate it! AGAIN.” Grim growled, shaking his head. “I didn’t steal nothin’! I just saw a snack left abandoned on a desk and gave it a home outta the goodness of my heart.”

Great. Now your familiar is talking like Crowley. “It’s not abandoned if it’s on somebody’s desk! If you’re gonna keep runnin’ I’ve got some wind magic up my sleeve with your name on it!” Ace exclaimed, irking the cat. “Oh YEAH?! Try me! I’ve got fire magic ready to–”

The two both paused in their tracks suddenly. “...Erk!” Ace scratched his head, looking away from Grim. “Y’know what? I think I’ll skip the magic today. I don’t wanna get sent to wash even MORE windows.” He said, as Grim then nodded in response. “H-heh. For once, I think you’ve got the right idea. I’d be embarrassin’ myself if I was the only one usin’ magic, so I’ll let you off easy this time.”

“..Hm?” You blinked, tilting your head to the side. “Wow. It’s not every day I see you two de-escalate one of your fights without outside intervention. Normally, you go at it until the classroom’s blasted to bits and the headmage comes storming in.” Deuce mused, looking at that with confusion.

Ace rubbed his nape, avoiding eye contact once more. “Hey, what kinda punk would I be if I started fighting with a weasel over one lousy doughnut?” Grim instantly growled, glaring at the boy. “Why do you always have to get in one last remark?!”

-

“It’s time for class to start, whelps. Get to your seats, First, I’ll pass back your tests.” Crewel announced, walking up to your desk. “This is it–the moment of truth.” Deuce gulped, looking visibly nervous beside you.

Meanwhile, Grim was bouncing up and down in his seat, grabbing at Crewel’s papers. “Myahah! Gimme! Gimme! I want that test, Prof!” However, Crewel pulled back the papers, shaking his head. “Settle down, Grim. Stay. STAY!” He exclaimed, attempting to calm down the energetic cat.

Clearing his throat, he held up the papers. “I’ll call you up by your class number. Number one!” As time went by, you and the others eventually were called and decided to check your scores all at once. Flipping over your papers, practically everyone cheered. “SWEET! I got a 92!” Ace said, grinning.

Deuce’s eyes looked like they were about to pop out of their sockets upon seeing his score. “I got an 88! I never thought I’d see the day I scored over 80.” Grim looked over the moon, presenting to you his score. “Check it out, Yuu! I got an 85!” You gave him a smile, congratulating the cat. “I’m very proud of you all. You have shown great improvement!”

“Now I won’t get held back a year!” Deuce cheered, eyes lighting up. “You appear to have studied a great deal for this exam. Yes… A great deal indeed, compared to your quiz scores.” Crewel said, his smile slowly fading. “In fact, the class average has gone up to a degree one might call… unusual.”

Ace and you shared a look, confused by his implications. “And what’s that supposed to mean?”
He asked, scratching his head. “The average test scores across every level of potionology are over 90. Professor Trein has remarked upon similarly positive trends in his magical history classes.” Crewel explained.

“Say what?!” Deuce gaped, shocked by the revelation. “Mraaah?!” Grim exclaimed, also visibly taken aback. “Uh-oh. I don’t like where this is going…” Ace muttered, looking down. “The school’s fifty highest achievers will be posted in the hall. You can look forward to seeing that shortly. Now, let us begin today’s lesson. Open your textbooks.” Crewel instructed.

-

After class, the three practically dragged you outside to check the list of the top achievers. “Okay, where am I in the top fifty?” Grim asked, pushing through the crowd. “With an average score over 90, we’ve gotta be in there, right?” Ace asked, scanning through the list with a worried expression.

“First ten places…nope. Twenty…nope. Forty-eight, forty-nine, fifty…nope. Wait a minute-I ain’t in here at all!” Grim exclaimed, a shocked look on his face. “N-neither am I…” Deuce murmured, sweatdropping. “Hooold up. There’s a list of total scores each top achiever got across all subjects. The top thirty scored perfect marks–500 points!” Ace declared.

Both Deuce and Grim looked at him with an anguished expression. “PERFECT MARKS?!” They exclaimed, absolutely flabbergasted. Meanwhile, you were absolutely pissed. Scanning through the list, you found yourself in an utterly unideal rank. 34th place. Was it because of that one question you missed? It appears there is work to be done for next time.

“B-but if I don’t make it into the top fifty, that counts as a breach of contract!” Grim suddenly exclaimed, realization dawning on him. However, you were rather confused as to what contract he spoke of. “Wait, ‘contract’? Oh no. Grim, did you…?” Ace asked, looking over at the cat.

Deuce gave the boy a worried look, glancing over at Ace. “Judging by the look on your face, Ace, don’t tell me you also–” However, his question was cut short, as the sudden sprouting of something above each of their heads managed to silence Deuce. “MYAH! What in the world?! A sea anemone just sprouted outta my head!” Grim exclaimed.

Deuce immediately glared at the cat, scolding him for the contract mentioned earlier. “G-Grim, you made a contract too?! You big cheater!” Noticing his hypocrisy, Ace was fast to cut in. “Yeah, whatever, Deuce. You’re just as guilty, keepin’ your friends close and your anemones closer over there!”

Grim reached up to grab the anemone, attempting to remove it. “I’ll just give it a quick tug, and…OW! It’s not comin’ out!” He wailed, still tugging at the anemone. Meanwhile, you found the situation rather amusing. “Hmm… This world’s magic truly is amazing, isn’t it?”

“I came to see what all the commotion was. Why am I not surprised it’s you guys? What’re you doing?” A familiar Savanaclaw student asked, approaching you all with a confused expression. “Jadck, did you make a contract too?” Deuce asked, eyes then widening. “Wait… You don’t have an anemone!”

Ace also seemed taken aback by that. “So much for looking like a bad boy. You’re more of a square than Loosey-Deucey over here!” He exclaimed. Meanwhile, you and Jack shared a look. “Okay, what? I’m completely lost here. What are you talking about, and what are those things growing outta your heads?” Jack asked, crossing his arms.

Grim opened his mouth to respond, but before he could even do so, the anemone began moving around on his head. “Look, it’s uhhh… MROW?! What now? This dang anemone’s yanking my head!” He exclaimed, as the others began experiencing the same thing with their anemones.

“Owww, geez! It’s gonna rip my noggin off!” Ace yelled out, grabbing at his hair. “So when he wrote ‘absolute obedience,’ this is what he meant…” Deuce trailed off. Then, every student with an anemone sprouted upon their head screamed out, as they were forced to run down the hall due to the sea creature attached to them pulling them that way.

As only you and Jack were left, the boy turned to you with a flabbergasted expression. “What now? The way they were walking, it was like the anemones were pulling them in that direction. Is a picture that stupid still worth a thousand words…?”

You gestured to where the three were headed, looking over at Jack. “We ought to follow them.”
Raising a brow, the boy seemed displeased by your suggestion. “Huh? Where do I come in here? This is none of my business.” He argued, causing you to snort. “My, are you perhaps afraid?”

“Who’re you calling a coward? Tch. You’re starting to fit in around here a little TOO well. Fine. I’ll keep you company for a while, at least.” Jack said with a scoff.

“Let’s get this straight, though–this is purely out of curiosity. I wanna see what caused this. I couldn’t care less about those guys. Just so we’re clear on that.” How cute, look at him deny it!

Stifling a laugh, you nodded seriously. “Indeed so. Shall we?” With a sigh, he begrudgingly agreed, following the group of students alongside you.

Eventually, the group had led you to your destination. “Oh, it’s the Hall of Mirrors… The place that leads to every dorm.” Jack said, looking around.

Chapter Text

“I was so sure I’d make the top fifty!” A Heartslabyul student wailed. “Blast it all, I’ve been had! That cheating cephalo-punk!” A student from Savanaclaw cried out, pulling at his anemone. “My school life is doomed now. Dooooomed!” You overheard another student exclaim, causing you to sigh.

Jack glanced at you, only now noticing the large amount of people gathered. “Huh? It’s not just the three stooges… There are other students here with sea anemones coming outta their heads. I’m seeing some sophomores and juniors in here, too. And they’re all going through the mirror leading to Octavinelle dorm.” He remarked, taking note of the vast majority of people.

Humming, you gave him a nod. “Yes, it appears you are correct. But whoever may this ‘cheating cephalo-punk’ be?” You asked, cocking your head. “Let’s head over and see what’s up.” Jack suggested, in which you agreed, following him through the mirror.

The moment you stepped through it, water suddenly entered your mouth, causing you to place a hand over it in shock. However, you were quickly saved as a bubble formed around you and Jack, giving you a sight of the dorm. “Amazing… It’s completely underwater!” You exclaimed, ringing the water out of your clothes and hair.

“For real?! Night Raven College is so cool!” Jack blurted out, placing his face against the bubble to get a better sight of the stunning dorm before you. He then cleared his throat, going back to his usual demeanor. “Just remember we’re treading on another dorm’s turf. Keep your wits about you.”

You nodded, completely aware of being mindful while in others territory. However, you couldn’t help but admire the sights of the ocean floor around you as the bubble transported you to the Mostro Lounge.
Inside, it was also quite the sight to behold.

However, the first thing to catch your eye was the large group of students from before gathered around a singular student. “Well, I believe we’re here, Jack.” You said, glancing at the equally shocked boy. “There’s gotta be a hundred–no, closer to two hundred people here. What is this place, anyway? Some kinda coffee shop?”

Reading the sign, he raised a brow. “‘Mostro Lounge’? Where did Ace and the others go?” He asked, as a sudden spotlight shone on a singular boy. Azul, if you recall. The handsome one! “Well, well. What have we here? A band of misfortune souls who failed to break into the top 50.

Welcome to the Mostro Lounge. I’m sure you’re all WELL aware of who I am, but let’s go over it again anyway. My name is Azul Ashengrotto. I am the housewarden of Octavinelle Dorm, the manager of the Mostro Lounge cafe, aaand….” He paused, eyes widening as a maniacal smile emerged on his face. “…as of today, you have to listen to everything I say.”

Jack gave you a confused look, whispering over into your ear. “Say what?” Shrugging, you looked back at Azul, now truly immersed in the situation at hand. “You made a bet with me, and subsequently lost. As per the terms of our contract, you are to devote yourselves to my service until such time as you graduate.” Azul explained.

Instantly, the crowd erupted with anger. “Hey, hold on. This is all a huge scam!” Ace exclaimed, walking up to the housewarden. “You’re…Ace Trappola, a freshman, if memory serves. Your accusations are insulting, frankly. I upheld my end of the bargain and provided you with an impeccably flawless study guide for your exams. If you used it properly, you should have scored at least a 90.”

Ah, so that’s how the group got such high scores. You should’ve known it was too good to be true. “Yeah, and I did. I got a 92!” Ace argued, which only earned a smile from Azul. “Why, that’s wonderful news! I’m delighted to have been of service.” He responded, only irking the crowd more.

“But you never told me you’d given the same study guide to this many other people!” Ace pointed out. Deuce nodded in agreement, sharing his own thoughts. “Yeah, Ace is right. No study guide could help us break into the top fifty when the deck’s this stacked!”

Grim was next to pipe up, sharing his own test score. “When everybody else is scorin’ over 90, even with my 85, my spot in the rankings is no different than when I was failin’!” He exclaimed as Azul crossed his arms. “Have you boys never heard of client confidentiality? ‘I want an easy way to score high marks. I don’t want to flunk out. I want to goof off until the night before the test…’

“All of you fools-I mean, gentlemen-had your own reasons for seeking my help with your finals.” Azul explained, quick to cover up his little slip up. However, you were quick to catch it, as did Jack. “Details such as who made a contract with me, what kind of contract it was, and why it was made… That’s all privileged data.”

Oh, he’s shady. But Seven, he’s fine. “Who am I to divulge someone’s personal information to a third party? I am a man of integrity, thank you very much. You will find this exact topic covered extensively in the non-disclosure agreement clause on page 127 of your contract. I simply abided by its terms.” He stated matter-of-factly.

“O-okay, then what happens to the fire magic I put up as collateral for the study guide?” Grim asked, obviously unable to comprehend Azul’s business talk. “Y-yeah! And what about my water magic?” A Pomefiore student spoke up, a worried look on his face. “Give me back my signature spell!” Another demanded.

Shaking his head, Azul let out a sigh. “What’s this? Have you really all forgotten the terms of your contract? ‘I will provide you with a final exam study guide. In exchange, you will leave one personal specialty in my possession.’” Azul began reading out the contract’s terms. It was quite impressive he was able to memorize it all, but you suppose that’s to be expected.

“‘Should you earn a spot among the school’s fifty highest achievers, your power will be returned to you…and I will continue to provide you with study guides for all exams until such time as you graduate.’” He went on, expression suddenly serious. “‘However, in the event that you do not earn a spot among the school’s fifty highest achievers, you will act with absolute obedience to me until such time as you graduate.’”

There it was! The catch was in plain sight, and none of these students were able to see what was right in front of them? Any competent individual ought to question the ‘absolute obedience’ part. If only the others had consulted this choice with you before going through with the contract… Some deals are just too good to be true.

Azul cleared his throat, coming to a conclusion. “As outlined in the contract, I now control every part of your beings down to every last hair on your heads.” You paused, quivering at the sight of his devious smirk. Perhaps being fully in his control wouldn’t be so bad… “In other words, your powers are mine, to return or not as I please.” Azul stated.

“That ain’t fair!” Ace yelled out, a scowl across his face. Thinking back, this must be the reason behind him refusing to duel with Grim using magic. Another thing far too good to be true, you suppose. “Y’know, I’ve been listening to this whole spectacle…and ALL of you disgust me!” Jack suddenly exclaimed, catching the group’s attention.

Looking back at him, Deuce’s eyes widened. “J-Jack?! What are you doing here?” Azul then perked up, noticing the boy. “Oh, are you…? No, I don’t see an anemone on your head. I’m afraid we’re having a staff meeting right now. If you don’t have a stake in this matter, I must ask you to leave for us to sort this out internally.”

Unhappy with that answer, Jack began to growl. “You think I don’t have a stake in this? I was planning on studying on my own and scoring these guys in a fair competition. And now you’ve ruined that. I think I DO have a stake in here!” He exclaimed, causing you to sigh. “Ah, yes. However could I forget his hatred for cheating?”

Grim looked over at you, a relieved look on his face. “Yuu? Jack? Are you here to save us?!” Before you could even respond, Jack instantly turned to the cat, stealing the words out of your mouth. “Don’t get me wrong. I’m disgusted with every last one of you. Why should I side with the slimeball offering shady backroom deals OR the guys who chose to let others do their work for them?”

Well… He had a point there, you suppose. “What are you here for, then?” Ace asked, scratching his nape. “Actually, I think Jack’s right. He’s given me the wake-up call I needed.” Grim suddenly said, catching your attention. “If you wanna win, you gotta snatch that victory yourself! In other words… If I can snatch my contract from Azul by force and tear it up, it’s null and void!”

“Seriously? That’s what you got out of this? How utterly simple-minded you are, Grim. Not to mention the fact he is right there!” You exclaimed, shaking your head in disappointment. However, those around you were most definitely swayed by the cat’s suggestion.

The crowd began to riot, turning on Azul now. “Dear me. I really didn’t want to resort to violence, but alas. Jade. Floyd. Play with them for a bit.” Azul commanded, as the blue-haired twins from before appeared, both stepping forward. “Understood, sir.” Jade said. “Oh, man, I get to squeeze ‘em all? Haha, niiice.” Floyd grinned.

In the end, the others were all completely powerless against the twins. They didn’t even have their special magic, after all. In a mere five minutes, the duo was able to successfully wipe out the angry crowd, leaving students fallen on the lounge’s floor.

Upon seeing Floyd step on a collapsed student, you couldn’t help but sigh longingly as you watched. If only it were you! “Geez, what a bunch of wimps. They’re barely worth squeezing.” The boy said with a pout. “It’s like a whole school of feeble small fries.” Azul remarked.

“How many kindsa magic can this Azul guy bust out?! I call shenanigans!” Ace exclaimed, still lying down on the ground. “Did Azul’s golden contract deflect all of your attacks?” Jack asked, his mouth agape. “Argh. This is just showing me how hard I lean on my specialty normally..” Deuce murmured.

Ace sighed, taking the chance to tease your familiar. “Without his fire magic, Grim’s nothing more than your garden-variety weasel.” In response, Grim sniffled, barely having the energy to argue back. “Myah… I ain’t a weasel…”

Suddenly, Azul piped up, pulling out a contract the color of gold. “You have all signed these golden contracts. An official contract is completely unbreakable, regardless of how many bodies you throw at it. No magic can harm this document in any way. Heheheh…” Azul explained, letting out a laugh.

“As long as the sea anemones stay on your heads, you will have no choice but to follow my orders. Why don’t you start by cleaning up the lounge? You can handle ingredient prep work afterward.” His smile turned into a frown as he pointed to the lounge. “Go on, now. On your feet and get to work!”

Ace groaned as he slumped his shoulders. “Is this for real…?” The boy murmured as Azul turned to the twins. “Jade. Floyd. You’re in charge of instructing the new staff.” Jade nodded, obeying his housewarden’s instructions. “Yes, sir.” Floyd also agreed, although in a less collected demeanor. “Yessir!”

Azul glanced at you and Jack, looking you both up and down for a moment before adjusting his glasses. “You’re… Jack Howl from Savanclaw Dorm. And you’re Yuu from Ramshackle Dorm, I believe?” He asked, giving you a smile. “I would appreciate it if you took your leave now. Why don’t you come by as customers next time? You’re welcome whenever you like.”

Jack growled, clenching his fists beside you. “C’mon, Yuu. We’d better fall back and regroup.” He instructed, causing you to sigh as you looked back at the others with a disheartened look. “...I suppose you’re correct. Allow us to take our leave, then.” Jack nodded, understanding you were uneasy leaving them here.

“You saw how the fight went down. We’re not gonna get anywhere unprepared.” Jack explained as you contemplated it, eventually coming to an agreement. “You make a good point. Care to join me back at Ramshackle?” Taking up your sudden offer, he agreed as you both made your way there.

-

Upon arriving back at your dorm, both you and Jack decided to sit down in the lounge to discuss a plan. “I think it’s safe to say that everybody with an anemone stuck on their head gambled on Azul’s contract and lost.” Jack said, his tone serious. “But with the sheer number of students signin’ on most of them never stood a chance of getting in at all. That was Azul’s game from the start.”

You shrugged, hunched over your sketchbook. “Well, Azul does deserve some credit at least. This was quite the well-thought stunt he pulled.” You complimented, causing Jack to scoff. “You’re seriously praising him? Tch. If you’re gettin’ good grades off of someone’s work, what does that even prove?”

“I believe it’s impressive. I never said I agreed with his… methods.” You responded, eyes still glued to your paper. “...Hm. I guess you have a point. But still! They’re throwin’ away a perfectly good opportunity to show others what they’re capable of. Frankly, they’re cheating themselves.” Jack said with a sigh, his tone now softened.

The sudden sound of someone else’s voice caught your attention, urging you to look up. “If the rest of the student body here were as principled and tedious…I mean, as ‘serious’ as you, it would spare me such grief!” Crowley exclaimed, moving from behind Jack to sit onto the couch, surprising the poor boy. “WHOA! Headmage?! You startled me!”

With a sigh, Crowley shook his head. “So transpires another year of me being unable to clamp down on Ashengrotto’s little ‘side business.’” You raised a brow at his statement, now somewhat intrigued. “Another year? So I take it this has occurred before?” You asked, attempting to gain more information on the second-year.

“Azul Ashengrotto: Sophomore. Housewarden of Octavinelle Dorm. Much like Rosehearts, he is a highly capable student already running a dorm as a sophomore, but… He’s a bit-no, I daresay QUITE a bit troublesome.” Crowley said with a frown. “Are you talking about him swindling people? Seems to me like one word from the headmage could put a stop to this whole thing.” Jack said, bringing up a valid point.

“Ah, but it is precisely BECAUSE I am in a teaching position that I cannot prohibit his actions.” Crowley stated, further confusing Jack. “Why not?” He questioned, a befuddled look on his face.
“Here’s the thing about those study guides that Ashengrotto handed out to the students. There was no illegitimate activity involved in their production.” Crowley explained.

Your eyes widened at that, torn between being impressed by Azul’s intellect or downright… Well, nevermind. “Nobody snuck looks at test questions or answers beforehand. It was crafted exhaustively by hand, after researching the past century’s worth of Night Raven College exam questions and their patterns. In other words, it’s an entirely legitimate study guide.” Crowley paused, looking at you.

“Mm… Rather impressive, indeed.” You mused, giving the headmage a smile. “Huh. Well, I’ll be. If he did that all by hand, the guy’s got chops.” Jack said with a smile. “Hm? Wait… So the problem is that there IS no problem with it?” He asked, furrowing his brows.

Crowley nodded, confirming Jack’s inquiry. “You strike right to the heart of the matter, Howl. As a teacher, I can hardly prohibit a student from crafting an exam study guide via honest work. Nor I can prohibit a student from ‘kindly’ sharing their notes with friends.” He explained once more, giving you further insight.

Jack’s lips instantly curled downwards, the boy being visibly upset by the lack of authority held over Octavinelle. “If you did, you’d basically be tellin’ students ‘no studying’ AND ‘no helping your buds.’ Grr… Talk about a seriously briny pickle.”

“That it most certainly is.” Crowley replied as you took the chance to pipe up. “About my earlier question… Azul did this last term as well, presumably?” You asked, earning a nod from the headmage. “Indeed it did. Of course, last year his study guides didn’t have quite the reputation they carry this year.”

He paused for a moment and then continued on. “So the commotion was much more contained, relatively speaking. This year, on the other hand, rumors abounded throughout campus that if one wished to score well on a test, they should visit the Mostro Lounge.” Crowley said.

“And I’m guessin’ the nasty little caveat in the contract in the event of a breach stayed hush-hush because of that binding NDA.” Jack remarked with a scowl. “So it would seem. Thus did Ashengrotto have a steady stream of students lining up to accept his bargain this year. And the test average across all subjects and years has jumped to 90, much to my chagrin.” The headmage said.

He paused, making a frustrated expression. “Of course, I would be even more chagrinned if all our subject averages were failing grades. But still!” Crowley exclaimed, sounding rather distressed. You almost felt bad for him. Almost.

“Does that mean that there are guys from last year who lost the bet and still haven’t gotten their powers back?” Jack asked, querking a brow. Crowley shook his head, saying something that shocked both you and Jack. “Actuallly, he returned the powers he took from students last year as part of an arrangement he made with me. In return, I granted him permission to run the Mostro Lounge on school property.”

Jack’s eyes widened, as he glanced to see your distraught face as well. “WHAT?!” He exclaimed, mouth agape. The headmage then took the chance to explain, telling you both how Azul had persuaded him using the student’s stolen powers. “That was how he framed it.”

“Talk about brazen. I mean, blackmailing the headmage into a deal? No wonder Leona wants nothin’ to do with this guy.” Jack murmured, shaking his head. “And when he offered to contribute 10% of the proceeds to the school… Why, how could I say no to such a mutually beneficial arrangement?” Crowley said with a frown.

Your once surprised expression fell instantly. Surely, you should’ve realized the headmage to take advantage of the situation somehow as well. “Wait, so you’re gettin’ something from it’?” Jack asked in an accusing tone. Both him and you were completely disappointed in the headmage.

However, Crowley simply sighed, feigning innocence once more. “Dear oh dear. I can only wonder what demands he’ll make of me this year. Whatever he wants, I will undoubtedly be forced to acquiesce. What else can I do for our idiotic-ah, that is, our poor, unfortunate students?” You raised a brow, noticing his slip up. This man never fails to send a shiver up your spine.

“My immense kindness always gets the better of me. Ashengrotto ‘merely’ studies diligently, then shares his rightfully earned knowledge with other students out of the kindness of his heart…” Crowley said, rambling on and on. “It wouldn’t do for a teacher to discourage such earnest behavior. Why must every student in our arrive with some amount of baggage to sort out?! Oooh, woe is mee!”

Upon hearing the grown man’s helpless wailing, you couldn’t help but cringe. You had a feeling you knew exactly where this was going. Almost on queue, Crowley turned to you, ceasing his tantrum as his lips curled upwards into a smile. “And that’s where you come in, Yuu. Would you be so kind as to persuade Ashengrotto to cease this little game of his?”

Ah. And there it was, once more. You once again saw it coming. “I’m afraid you are requesting the impossible of me.” You responded firmly as you shook your head. However, Crowley refused that answer as he moved closer, placing both hands on your shoulders with a sinister grin. “Incidentally, Ramshackle Dorm’s food expenses have been mounting as of late, as I recall. You must be terribly strapped for cash…”

Great. This recurring theme of blackmailing was getting out of hand, honestly! “And alas, I’m so preoccupied researching a way to return SOMEONE to their home, I have so little time to address other problems… Oh, but don’t worry about me, really. I am, as you know, a philanthropist to the core.”

Crowley never failed to shock and disturb you. Wow, just wow! This man always finds a way to make you clean up his own messes. You groaned, running your hands down your face before glancing at Jack, who was giving Crowley a skeptical yet disappointed look. “With teachers like this, no wonder our students are the way they are.”

“...I’ll do what I can, but do not get your hopes up.” You finally said, crossing your arms while glaring at the incompetent bird-man. Regrettably, he was correct about your overdue expenses, albeit it mostly being because of studying for exams and Grim’s gluttonous eating habits.

Crowley instantly smiled wider, clapping his hands together with glee. “You’ll accept my request, then? Wonderful, Yuu! I knew I saw potential in this prefect! Then I’ll be going now, as I am a very busy man. I’m counting on you!” Your eyes widened, about to call out to him to discuss your mermaid dream and overblot theory, but he was long gone.

“Boy, you never know when the headmage’ll pop up.” Jack murmured as he shook his head. “Okay, so what exactly is your plan here? Because you’re kinda right-just going up to Azul and askin’ him nicely isn’t gonna get you anywhere.” He said, causing you to give him a nod.

“First, we must observe our target. Then, the hunt shall begin.” You replied, grinning back at the boy. “True. A successful hunt starts with learnin’ all you can about your target. You actually know your stuff.” He praised, giving you a smirk. “Besides, letting Ace and the others stew in the mess they made might help ‘em learn something from this.”

You nodded, setting down your sketchbook. “Sounds good to me. Let us begin… Hm, next period, perhaps? Meet me in the hallways outside of Professor Trein’s class.” You ordered, practically shoving the boy out the door before slumping back down on the couch. This was going to be a long day.