The pre-cannon AU of the Hopes peak arc of my DRA fic Hopefully Unlucky,
After Y/n failed her classmates, she expected to wake up once more and head over to Mitakihara city to help the Holy quintet, however she finds herself alone in an enclosed spa...
Once we enter the classroom, the three of us find empty seats at the same table. We all are wearing our alchemy coats. I am the only one who is blank since I don't have an insignia for my dorm.
Crewel states, "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. My name is Divus Crewel. You may call me Master Crewel. Now, take your seats. Class is about to begin. We're going to start with the basics. And by that, I mean beating the names and distinguishing characteristics of one hundred herbs and poisons into your tiny brains. 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." He sighs and continues, "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."
Deuce asks to the three of us, "Huh. So ... does anyone know what mycelia is?" I whisper to him, "Mycelia-plural-or Mycelium-singular-is the thread-like structures of a fungus." Ace states, "I've never been one for like, memorizing what things are, ya know?" Grim grumbles, "All I care about is how to tell the yummy plants from the yucky ones." I facepalm and say, "That is the best way to die of poisoning, especially if they use many different herbs to create a poison." I take a lot of notes, and the period ends without too much of a hitch, and we head over to the next class.
The teacher introduces himself as, "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." The cat says, "Mrrrrooowww ..." Trein continues, "I grade based on classroom behavior as well as the quality of 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 Dwarfs' Mine..." I start to take notes. The cat continues to say, "Mrrrrooowww ..." Trein's monotone voice makes me want to fall asleep, however I don't and still take notes. "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 lectures.
Lucius states, "Mrrrrooowww... *yawn*" Ace yawns, Deuce is taking notes murmuring, "Fascinating... "Dwarfs' Mine"... Mhm, mhm ... "magical energy"..." Grim whines, "Maaan ... When do we get to the classes where we blow stuff up with magic?" That class ends and we change into our gym clothes.
We head outside to the field and the large person introduces themselves.
Large person:
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He says, "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! A great mage needs a great physical constitution! So gimme twenty laps, and a hundred push-ups!" Ace whines, "Bleah. The forced exercise is bad enough, but meatheads like this guy drive me nuts."
Deuce cheers, "Finally! A subject I'm good at!" Grim complains, "Explain to me the appeal of runnin' around in circles! Do I look like a hamster?" I dont say anything and complete the reps. Ace Deuce and Grim all say, "WHAT?!!" Ace asks, "How did you do all of those! and not get tired!" I shrug, "Guess I am used to a lot worse." That class ends.
