Watermelon Woes 《Twisted Wonderland/Fem! Reader》

Chapter Two: Cats?

     Sighing deeply, (Y/N) looks in her mirror as Rook fastened the buttons on her uniform. Apparently, Vil had sent him because he didn’t trust Epel or (Y/N) to make themselves look presentable enough to satisfy him. At this point in time, she couldn’t say that she liked their Housewarden at all. He was such a perfectionist.

“I can do this myself…” she murmurs, feeling so uncomfortable she felt she could burst. The blonde man chuckles under his breath, green irises trailing over his own hands as he ties the Pomefiore color around (Y/N)’s left arm. Some of the other female students tied theirs into a cute little bow, and he did the same with hers. “Vil sees potential in you, la petite colombe,” Rook soothes down his own uniform, adjusting his feathered hat before smiling mischievously. “Now, let’s get you to your first class~”

Walking in the hallways of NRC made it clear to (Y/N) how tall some people could be. Feeling a bit intimidated, she keeps close to her senior, hoping that he wouldn’t abandon her somewhere random around the campus. ‘Why would he do that, anyway?’

From the corner of her eye, (Y/N) catches sight of a fuzzy black ball mixed with a bit of fiery blue. She pauses, Rook still walking as she turns around to look for what she’d seen before.

It was that cat!

Everyone at orientation kept calling it a weasel, and that had bothered her quite a bit considering it was so obviously a cat! It was running, like, extremely fast.

And Rook had left her there.

‘You’ve got to be kidding me…’

“MOVE OUTTA THE WAY!” a shrill little voice that barely processed in (Y/N)’s mind rang out, and it wasn’t too long afterwards that she was being dragged into the ground due to a heavy pressure barreling into her stomach. She lets out a grunt, feeling a distinct pain start to blossom coming from her tailbone. Before her fall, (Y/N) went to grab whatever went barreling into her, so now she was holding something soft and squirmy.

After getting over the initial pain, (Y/N) opens her eyes slowly, looking down into her arms only to see a black and blue cat, the feline-like creature looked worried, and he was trying his darndest to get away. (Y/N) looks at him confusedly, wondering why he was so eager to start running. That must have hurt him, too, right? His pitchforked tail swished in the air, and his blue fiery ears flicked erratically. His equally blue eyes glanced behind him and (Y/N) notices how he instantly goes limp in her hands, seeming to give up.

“Grim! There you are,” someone comes near both, and (Y/N) realizes that it’s the student who couldn’t be sorted. She hadn’t paid much attention to anything that happened during their orientation, but it would be hard not to notice them. Their dark purple hair was cut short, bangs hanging over their forehead almost gracefully. Their equally purple eyes held a glare (Y/N) assumed was for the cat in her hands. “We have to get back to cleaning windows, you’re not skipping out.”

They look at (Y/N) apologetically, and she holds Grim out for them to take. The feline squirms even more, mewling loudly.

“Sorry about that!” They apologize before running off once again.

(Y/N) hardly had the time to wonder what had just happened before she was being hoisted up from the ground.

“Now, now,” it was Rook, and he playfully clicked his tongue as she brushed her uniform off. “You mustn’t dawdle!”

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     Genuinely, (Y/N) didn’t believe that she belonged at NRC. Now, as she sat at a desk much too wide for her liking, she thought maybe that she desperately wanted to go home. Everyone here seemed so devious. Not only that, but she had learned that Pomefiore students had somewhat of a reputation on campus for being narcissistic little assholes.

Don’t get her wrong, she understood where that reputation came from, (Y/N) just didn’t like being grouped with them.

Her eyes were focused on a thick textbook – history at its finest, she supposed – and found herself wondering if Mr. Trein was the type to make his students read the whole book just because. How much did freshmen learn? She had no idea, but she was looking forward to finding out.

Finally looking up from her textbook, (Y/N) glances to her side only to see Epel once again. His hair was more brushed out and fluffy than it was yesterday, and (Y/N) notices a dust of pink on his pale cheeks. Looking at him more closely, she realizes that there’s a small scowl on his lips, hardly noticeable at all.

She imagines that he got the same treatment she did this morning, only worse, by the hands of Vil himself.

Having potential in the Pomefiore house meant hell, apparently.

Heaving out a sigh, (Y/N)’s wonders if he was alright. Vil seemed scary, and she was suddenly grateful that Rook had taken a liking to her, not their Housewarden. Getting Vil’s attention was something she didn’t want, not at this moment in time, anyway. He seemed too stern, and she had never dealt well with people yelling at her.

Though, she worried how having Rook as a mentor would go. He was so weird. She knew a little bit of French, so she could pinpoint what he was saying sometimes, but other times it just sounded like mindless chatter. Then there was his obsession with observing others. When Rook Hunt found someone, he thought was beautiful, he wanted to get to know all their habits, and (Y/N) found that terrifying.

‘What a scary guy…’ she thinks to herself, sighing deeply before catching sight of lavender hair in her peripheral vision. (Y/N) stays still for a good ten seconds before whipping her head around only to see that Epel has moved to sit next to her. She gives him an odd look, her eyes narrowing slighting in confusion. His blue eyes were light in color, but she found them particularly intense. He looked delicate, but something told her that he wasn’t delicate at all. He seemed like a raunchy guy, personality-wise, at least. ‘Everyone here is so weird,’ (Y/N) arches her brow as Epel scoots even closer, and she notices that someone else is looking at them.

The cat.

She feels the sudden urge to laugh, and she does.

Epel looks shocked, but then she sees his pips purse together before he also lets out a small laugh.

Geez, she feels like a middle schooler!