моя любовь = My love
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" Ah, speak of the devil. " The boy with red hair crossed his arms.
" If you must know, I was searching for the new student who'd failed to show for the orientation. " the masked guy with a top hat says.
" You are the only one who has yet to be assigned a dorm. Step up to the dark mirror, and be quick about it. i'll watch your weasel. " he stated as he held the weasel while the weasel growled.
" State thy name. " The dark mirror spoke, i was watching the girl closely.
" I'm Hirasaka Yuuka. "
" Hirasaka Yuuka.. "
" The nature of your soul is... unclear to me. " The mirror stated.
" What did you just say ? " The masked man crossed his arms.
" Interesting.. " f/n stated as she crossed her arms.
" I sense no magical power from this one. Soundless. Colorless. Shapeless. Utterly vacant. Therefore, no dorm would be appropriate for her. "
" HER ?! " The masked man got shocked after hearing that.
" are you suggesting that the black carriage went to receive a person who cannot even use magic that is a girl? "
" do you have any problem with that. " the girl with short hair irked.
" N-no, but that is absurd! This is an all-boys school and the student selection process has not erred once in its century of existence! " The crow guy stated.
" It has now, twice even ! " I clasped my hands together.
" What are you implying on ? " The headmage looked at me and tilted his head.
" Oh, come on, you guys have heard my voice. Do you still think i'm a guy? " I smiled.
" Are you saying you're a female? " The headmage arched his brow.
" I knew the voice was a bit too high for a guy.. " The guy with lion ears muttered.
" Then why didn't you say anything! " The headmage looked at the lion guy.
" I figured you might find out later. " The lion boy then closed his eyes.
" How could this have happened? " The headmage put his finger on his chin.
The weasel then tried to break out of the rope and succeeded.
" ME! Let ME have this student's seat! " the weasel shouted.
" Not so fast, you hyperactive weasel! "
" Unlike that human, I can actually use magic! So let me be a student here! " The weasel bragged.
" Woah, it can talk! Dos-kun look! " I tug on fyodor's sleeve.
" Yes, i know, моя любовь." fyodor chuckled.
" Stop giving me those nicknames, Dos-kun." f/n pouted.
fyodor just smiled at me and looked at the scene.
" Look, i'll show you my spells're the cat's meow! "
" Everyone, get down ! " the red haired boy commanded.
The weasel then unleashed blue flames everywhere.
" AHHHHH! HELP! I'm on fire over here! " the boy with red eyes screamed.
" Someone catch that blasted animal before it sets the entire school ablaze! " The headmage pointed at the weasel.
" Should i use my ability to catch it? Dos-kun. " f/n looked at fyodor.
" Go ahead. "
" Ugh. Can I go now or..? " The lion boy put his hand on his waist.
" Oh? I thought you fancied yourself a hunter. Go and help yourself to that plump little morsel! " The handsome boy said.
" Too much effort. Do it yourself. " The lion boy lazed.
" Allow me to handle this, Headmage Crowley. " The boy with glasses smiled.
" If none of you are up to the task of catching a small animal, I will accept the responsibility. " He smirked.
" WTG Azul. Rackin' up those participation credits. " The voice from the tablet said.
" Hey, um, my butts still on fire... Could someone maybe put this out?! " The boy with red eyes struggled to put the fire out.
I made a small portal, and my hand appeared with a bucket of water in it and dumped the water on his butt.
" Thank you! to whoever that was...? " The boy with red eyes thanked.
" You're welcome! " I waved at him. the portal closing and my hand appearing on my arm again.
" I'm sorry, were my instructions unclear?! " The headmage shouted at the prefects.
" *sigh* preeetty sure you can handle catching one mangy weasel all on your lonesome there, headmage. " the lion guy crossed his arms.
" How many times do I gotta say it? I'm grim spellcaster extraordinaire! I am not a weasel! " Grim said.
" Aren't you a spunky little fellow? Riddle, would you be so kind...? "
" Furry miscreant. I will abide no rule breaking. you will be judged by my hand. " Riddle took out his pen.
" A pen..? " i tilted my head.
Timeskip...
" Myah! Who's grabbing me?! " The weasel tried to escape from my grip.
" I am. " i coldly looked at the weasel.
" But your far awa– MYAAH!? A PORTAL?! " Grim shrieked.
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