[Twisted Wonderland x Reader]
──❝Entwined Amore❞──
On behalf of her father's wishes, the King, [Y/n] Azurethorne, enrolls in Night Raven Collage to be with her seven finances, who are all attending the same institut...
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──❝The Rose-Red Tyrant❞──
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〖 2nd Period: History of Magic 〗
After the completion of the first period, [Y/n] and other students disrobed their lab coats and entered the second period, which was focused on the study of history. As [Y/n] entered the classroom, she immediately noticed the professor standing in the center, radiating an air of authority and commanding attention. His imposing presence is heightened by their stern facial expression and unyielding demeanor, making them appear almost unapproachable. [Y/n] found a seat at the long, wooden table situated in the center of the room, surrounded by a group of fellow students who appeared to be in a state of sluggishness, flipping through their textbooks and fixating their gaze on the professor.
An elderly gentleman stands tall and proud, his piercing gray eyes gazing out into the sea of students. His graying hair is meticulously combed back, and he wears a classic black suit that accentuates his distinguished bearing. His long maroon robes billow out behind him, adding to his imposing presence. A white jabot adorns his collar, and it is tied off with a beautiful turquoise-colored pendant. His overall appearance exudes a sense of wisdom and authority. [Y/n]'s gaze shifts to the ball of fluff in the man's arms. There, a chubby, adorable black cat with long, flowing golden hair is being held close to the man's heart. The cat's muzzle is white, and its eyes are a piercing shade of golden brown, giving the impression of a playful and curious little creature. Its chest is covered in soft, white patches, and the tip of its tail is also adorned with a touch of white fur.
"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." Trein's voice was filled with passion as he stroked Lucius, who purred contentedly in response. "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." [Y/n] hummed softly to herself as she turned to the designated page. "This section concerns the magestones discovered in the Dwarfs' mine..." Lucius meowed in agreement, as if understanding the significance of the topic. "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."
As Trein was teaching the lesson, Lucius gracefully jumped from his arms and landed on the floor. Lucius gracefully strolled into the room, his tail leisurely swaying back and forth, as if to convey his ease and nonchalance. He approached [Y/n], his movements slow and deliberate, and halted at her legs, his purring filling the air like a melodious hum. As he rubbed against her calves, his fur brushed against her skin, creating a sensual and soothing sensation. His actions drew her attention away from her notes, captivating her with his affectionate presence. "Hello, Lucius~" [Y/n] coed in a soft, melodic voice, reaching down to stroke his velvety fur. Lucius responded with a gentle nudge of his head against her hand, his eyes gleaming with contentment. [Y/n] uncrossed her legs, allowing Lucius to climb onto her lap, where he curled up and nestled himself comfortably. She marveled at his weightlessness as he settled comfortably, his warm body providing a comforting weight against her thighs. [Y/n] couldn't help but smile as she continued to stroke his fur, feeling a sense of calm wash over her. The rhythmic rise and fall of his breathing soon lulled her into a state of relaxation, making it difficult for her to focus on anything else at that moment.
