𝒲𝒾𝓃𝓉ℯ𝓇 𝒲ℴ𝓃𝒹ℯ𝓇𝓁𝒶𝓃𝒹： 𝒯𝒽𝒶𝓌 ℴ𝒻 𝓉𝒽ℯ ℱ𝓇ℴ𝓏ℯ𝓃 ℋℯ𝒶𝓇𝓉

𝑇ℎ𝑒 𝑈𝑠𝑢𝑟𝑝𝑒𝑟 𝑓𝑟𝑜𝑚 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑊𝑖𝑙𝑑𝑠： 𝐶ℎ𝑎𝑝𝑡𝑒𝑟 41

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"Everywhere you look around it's my domain. No one else deserves it more it's in my name. And if you behave yourself I'll set you free, it's clear, you belong to me"

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Classroom

The group soon arrived at Ruggie's classroom. As they reached the door of Class 2-B, Grim kicked it open with a dramatic flourish. "All right, where's Ruggie Bucchi?!" the weasel barked, eyes darting around the startled students.

"Right here," Ruggie lazily raised a hand from his desk, flashing a smug little grin. "Ah...It's you guys again," he drawled, gaze flicking over the unfamiliar faces in the group—but more importantly, not seeing Y/n among them. A spark of anticipation flickered in his eye. If she ate the cookie, it should be working by now. Any moment now, her body would—

"I really hope this isn't about the deluxe grilled cheese. We traded fair and square," Ruggie added with feigned innocence, trying to sound casual.

"Ruggie Bucchi, we need to ask you some questions about the spate of injuries that have befallen prospective Spelldrive tournament players." Riddle says, speaking a rather serious tone.

Vanitas and Isfrid stood just behind Riddle, their presence chilling the air more than the words. Both of them were silent—but there was a dangerous tension radiating from the two that made the class collectively stiffen.

"Oh no." Ruggie winced slightly, sensing the shift. "This sounds like some serious business."

"How about we move to the hall and keep this in the figurative DMs, if you catch my draft?" Cater suggested with a pleasant grin that didn't quite reach his eyes.

"You better comply," Isfrid murmured, his tone deceptively smooth. He stepped forward, his pale hand slowly lifting as a ball of icy blue flame ignited above his palm. "We wouldn't want to do this the... hard way, would we?"

His smile was all teeth and no warmth, the kind that promised suffering.

"I say we do it the hard way," Vanitas added cheerfully, tilting his head as if he were suggesting a game. "I like watching them squirm before they confess."

"Just do what Isfrid says..." Noé muttered under his breath, standing slightly behind Vanitas and Isfrid with a tense expression.

Ruggie blinked, visibly unsettled. "I-I'm cooperating. Let's all try to be gentlemen, now." he said quickly, raising his hands in surrender.

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Interior Hallway

"Very well." Riddle said firmly, just as Isfrid pushed the classroom door shut behind them, the soft click echoing ominously. The hyena was surrounded.

"While we do not yet know exactly what transpired, it is abundantly clear that your Signature Spell is a dangerous one. I will be casting 'Off With Your Head' to-" he began to inform.

He was cut off by Ruggie's sly voice.

"But Riddle, are you sure you should be casting such a powerful spell without your magical pen?" Ruggie asked with a sly smirk.

"Huh? Wait...What?!" Riddle's eyes went wide as he reached for his breast pocket—only to find it empty. "What happened to my magical pen?!"