The youngest wizard in twisted wonderland

Chapter 27: Trouble-free Evening with the Gang.

Hello, dear readers, the school holidays have arrived! I have survived many school assignments. So I will be back for a while.

Note: I DO NOT OWN TWISTED WONDERLAND: DISNEY!

Chapter 27: Trouble-free Evening with the Gang.

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Once we arrive at the nurse's office, I knock on the door. "Excuse me? Is the nurse in?" I ask.

Suddenly, an explosion erupts inside the room, followed by a shriek, "Gaaaah!", making us jump out of our skin.

I quickly open the door. Odourless smoke that is hot pink in colour, emerging from the nurse's office, envelops us.

As the pink smoke clears, we see a black cat running his paws through a shelf full of bottles that contained liquid of the same neon pink hue as the smoke.

"What's going on here!?" Deuce shouts out.

"Grr... I'm fine, just another failed experiment. Wait, is that my voice? *Cough* *Cough* Is that really my voice!? Where's the antidote!?" the black cat cries out. Except that it sounded like a chipmunk!

What the... ?

"Need help?" asks Ace casually. He walks over to help pass a cylinder bottle that the cat was trying to reach. I guess a feline creature talking is just another ordinary day at Ravens Academy.

"Aha! Thank you!" the nurse thanks Ace, before yanking the cork out of the bottle and downing its contents.

Another explosion of pink smoke clears, a black lama appears.

"Oops! What!? Wait..." blurts out the nurse, before checking the label of the potion at the bottom. "This isn't the antidote, this is the extract of lama!"

"Oops, well to be fair, all your bottles kinda look the same," protests Ace, while paying closer attention to the labels on the many bottles of the potions.

"Yeah, yeah. I know," huffs the lama in annoyance.

"Here's the human potion," Ace hands over a bottle to the lama's hoof.

This time, the lama checks the bottle before drinking it. Another drink, another pinky explosion.

This time, a young man appears. He is wearing a large white lab coat that is draped over his tall and slim figure. Beneath it is a cyan-blue undershirt that is paired with amethyst-purple pants and a pair of matching sandals that resemble the dark shade of purple grapes. While his thin black hair is tied into a long pony-tail extending all the way down to the middle of his back, his front bangs cover a pair of long, eggplant purple triangular earrings. *[NOTE: This Oc is created using a reference of a character to a cartoon. The name of the character is at the end of the story.]

"Much better. Now then, my name is Hira Naichingēru, but you can call me nurse Hira and what seems to be the problem?" he asks.

"I have a cut lip," I step forward and sit down on the chair that the nurse indicates to me. The moment I sit down, a gloved-hand cups my chin and lifts it up silently. Then the face of Nurse Hira looms closely in front of me, as he peers at my busted lip.

"Luckly, the lip has already clotted. I will just disinfect it to make sure that it won't give you any troubles later," he informs me. The nurse walks over to the medicine selves. He rummages amidst his supplies, mumbling to himself, "Now where did I put that ointment? Ahhhh, I moved things around during my experiment. I didn't expect anyone to be coming... "

I guess he will be taking a while...

In the meantime, I gaze around the room. The nurse's office bears a slight resemblance to an ancient Christian church, constructed with grey stone bricks, and tall columns tapering towards a high ceiling. Its sage-coloured ground is interspersed haphazardly with pine-green stone slabs of varying sizes. The late-afternoon sun streams through the seven large wrought-iron grill arch windows, illuminating the white blankets on the row of beds with vintage white iron bed frames and the iris-purple painted footboard and headboard. Separated by a white nursing ward screen, each bed has its very own wooden bedstand with a three-branched candle holder resting on it.