Stitches | Twisted Wonderland

Ⅱ | 𝐁𝐞𝐚𝐮𝐭𝐢𝐟𝐮𝐥 𝐅𝐥𝐨𝐰𝐞𝐫𝐬, 𝐃𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐥𝐲 𝐓𝐡𝐨𝐫𝐧𝐬

───── ❝ 𝐅𝐚𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫, 𝐈'𝐯𝐞 𝐦𝐮𝐫𝐝𝐞𝐫𝐞𝐝 𝐚 𝐦𝐚𝐧. 𝐀𝐫𝐞 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐩𝐫𝐨𝐮𝐝 𝐨𝐟 𝐦𝐞. ❞ ─────

The four ran through the halls until they reached a familiar door. [Name] could feel a small smile spread across her lips as she heard a familiar muffled voice behind the door. Ace opened the door and the person speaking stopped and looked over at the four (technically) three who walked through the door. The male looked over at the tarty students with a small disappointed frown. If you looked closely, you could see his gray eyes gain a bit of shine at seeing his favorite student.

"Ah, you must be my new homeroom students," Crewel said as he eyed the new students up and down. "My my. What unusual coats of fur you have. Do make sure you arrive properly groomed."
'Fur.' They thought before turning to the fire monster. 'He must be talking about Grim.'

"Oh. Young Stein, It's nice to see that your uniform fits properly," the duel-haired teacher spoke to the stitch-covered female.
The aforementioned female nodded, "Yes. Thank you Sir Crewel."

"My name is Divus Crewel but you may call me Master Crewel," the silver-eyed male told the new students. "Go put on your lab coats and take your seats." They nodded and walk to an empty desk. 

[Name] took off her blazer and put on the white lab coat. She stared at the black gloves in one hand and then at her already gloved hand. Does she take off her gloved and place the new ones on or just pull the black ones over hers? 

Ace sat on the left, [Name] and Grim in the middle, and Deuce on the right. Once they were seated, Crewel placed his hands on his hips. "Alright, class is starting. Let's start with the basics." The man took out his magic staff, which looked like a dog leash on the end of a stick. 

"By basics, I mean beating the names and distinguishing characteristics of one hundred herbs and potions into your tiny brains," Crewel told the class with a smile as he hit the palm of his gloved hand with the magic staff. "The mycelia are another matter. "But eventually, I am hoping you'll be able to talk a walk without putting anything poisonous into your gaping maws. For now, I realize you have all the self-control of voracious hounds. Well, most of you." We're going to ignore the fact he was looking at his favorite child AHEM [Name] when he said most of you. "But I will not abide a single student failing this class. Expect to be drilled accordingly."

Deuce leaned over and whispered to the other three, "What're mycelia?" Without looking at the blue-haired male, [Name] responded.
"Mycelia is the vegetative part of a fungus, consisting of a network of fine white filaments." Deuce let out an oh.
"I've never been one for like, memorizing what things are, ya know?" Grim huffed, "All I care about is how to tell the yummy plants from the yucky ones. 

[Name] looked at Grim in slight concern. "Don't do that. I speak from logic and experience of beings a school nurse, the ones who eat random things have a high chance of landing themselves in my office." A black gloved hand placed itself between Grim's ears, "it would be quite troublesome if you got sick because you ate something bad."

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Time Skip : Forward
Location : Period 2 ⋄History of Magic 
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The group walked to their class and sat down at an empty desk as the bell rang. A man seemingly in his middle age walks into the classroom. His eyes narrowed and his lips pulled into a frown. In his arms, a round? chonk? black cat laid. "I am your teacher in History of Magic, Mozus Trein. This is my familiar, Lucius. You are here to learn the rich history of magic, and how it sculpted the world which you now so easily take for granted." Lucius in his arms let out a loud meow after he was done speaking. "I grade based on classroom behavior as well as the quality of work," His eyes narrowed at the students, "don't let me catch you sleeping." He went to his desk and gently placed Lucius down. "Now, let us open our books to page fifteen." The students shuffled and pulled out their textbooks.