Magical (Niam AU)

Chapter 3: Oh Hot Daym, Look at That Wizard Body Move (Niall and Zayn's POV)

(Niall's POV)

 The six of us stood outside the door awkwardly. No one moved. "So...." Liam said, trying to fill in the silence. 

"So...." I replied. Geez. Awkward. 

May-Eve rolled her eyes and pushed forward. "Out of ze way, Peasants." And strutted- and yes, I mean strutted- into the class room. 

The rest of us shuffled in after her, and Liam lead us to the back of the room. "You guys can sit back here." He scratched the back of his neck awkwardly. I looked around the room in a quick glance. The room had no desks, and one wall was covered in a mirror, and the floor was covered in blue padding. The room was pretty wide and quite tall. In the back wall  behind us, but higher up, and a window that a woman sat in. It was Mrs. Hillit. 

"What the heck is Mrs. Hillit doing up there?" I asked, confused.

"This class is called 'Battle Skills 2.0' she's the teacher, and a hell've a good one at that." May-Eve said. She had reappeared, and was now dressed in some pretty funky clothes. She was dressed in a black tank top that ended just before her belly button, and a black shorts. On her feet were what looked like typical knee-high combat boots. "Li, you can go get changed now. I'll watch them and make sure they don't kill themselves in here."

"There's no weapons..." Zayn muttered, probably confused on how we could kill ourselves. 

She smirked. "Invisibility charm. Mrs. Hillit hides them somewhere new each class." 

Harry finally piped up. "So. Wait. In this class, you're basically trying to kill your peers?"

"Yup." She nodded, then titled her head to the side. "Well... Not necessarily. We go one on one, and if you stumble across a weapon, you can use it. Other wise, it's spells or your hands. And, no one's died in a couple decades. Mostly, you just get sent to the hospital for a couple weeks."

Liam came jogging back out,and holy mother of all things sexy! He was in a simple black tank, that clearly showed of his biceps, and was tight enough for you to tell he has very nice abs. His bottom half was covered by baggy cargo pants, held up by a blank belt. His feet were covered in simple boots, kind of like combat boots, but not really at the same time. On his hand, were a pair of fingerless black gloves. "Ready to get your ass kicked, May?" 

"Oh, hell nah. I beat you last time, Payne. I'm gonna beat you again." She laughed. 

"Just wait, love. Just wait." They sat down beside us. Well, Liam beside me and May beside him. "So, did you tell them what we do in this class?"

"Kill each other, you mean?" Louis said, "Yeah, she told us." 

Liam laughed. "Someone hasn't died in this class for at least a decade."

"Someone still died, though" I pointed out. 

"That's only cause the dude who killed the other dude was mental." May-Eve said. 

"You're mental." Louis muttered, but we all still heard it. 

"Awh! Thanks LouLou!" She smiled, looking not offended but flattered.

"My point is proving it's self it be true." He said, gesturing a hand to her, when a voice came over a PA system.

"Ok, Wizards, Witches, Warlocks, and anyone else who's here because Mr. Higgins wishes to 'bring the school together' pay attention." The voice said. Mrs. Hillit's voice. "Magics, you know what to do, try not to kill your opponent just to show off. Blackwell, Whitewood, fight."

The class went on like this, most of the fights were short, and mostly used magic or hand-to-hand combat, but a few people hand stumbled across weapons. Finally, it was May-Eve and Liam's turn. And, according to May, only a shield and ax were left hidden.