Watch The Sparks Fly

Keyeeters

NOTES: AU | third person | Audromeda POV

human!au, wiz is a college professor and audromeda is a student, first meet

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They called him a prodigy. Genius, even. This generation's Einstein, the one who could change the world.

But the only thing Audromeda could think of him was that he was plainly weird.

No, no, she tried very hard not to judge a book by its cover. And it would be easier if this book even had a cover. But he had neither title page nor context, and both of these things mattered very much when facing a new college professor.

He was a real piece of work, relatively speaking.

From the moment Audromeda walked into his class, she noticed several things. First, the auditorium was full of dead plants. Second, there was no one at the teacher's desk. Third, a pack of students clustered under a large window ledge, fifteen feet up.

And fourth, thought Audromeda, inevitably looking up, he is drinking tea on the ledge.

It was also important to mention that, fifth, he was wearing a blue wizard hat.

The bell rang before anyone could even try to talk to him, but it didn't matter. He closed his outrageously pink thermos with a quiet snap and, somehow without anyone noticing, got down from the window ledge. In three paces he reached the desk, stuffed the thermos in what appeared to be a small desk freezer, and, clasping his hands together, turned to the class.

Audromeda will remember his first words for the rest of her life.

"Welcome to hell, class! My name is Professor Weed Wizard, and we are going to suffer through this journey side-by-side."

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Okay, so maybe it's not so bad, thought Audromeda, ten minutes into class.

By fifteen minutes, her mindset was roughly changed to a simple What the fuck?

And when the class reached its half-an-hour mark, she has stubbornly decided that this was a stupid joke from Hell and stood firmly by that verdict.

"So, I'm getting tired of how many times I have to say cubic kilometers per lightyear. Which is why I will now call them keyeeters and I want you all to write them down in your notebook as such."

Audromeda sighed, counted in her head, and wrote keieaters as best as she could. What exactly did they eat, she did not know. She stared at the absolute botch of a word. No use in trying, really.