The sound of the clock ticking away in the background filled his ears and headspace. Mindlessly ticking away as he continued to sit in his chair next to Akio.
First, five minutes passed. Then ten minutes. Then nearly twenty.
By now, Alphonse simply sat there, resting his bored head against his closed fist whilst his other one was twirling and spinning a pencil. With her laidback attitude as usual, Akio simply had her eyes closed and hummed herself a small tune, leaning back in her chair and her feet propped up onto the desk, her arms and hands behind her head. The black-haired teen next to the tall girl took a small glance at her. He couldn't help but wonder what she meant by an "eccentric" class of theirs.
Just as he was about to ask that question, the classroom door heard a sudden bang. Abruptly sliding open, a young man with black dress shoes and pants, accompanied with a half-sleeved white shirt with a loose red tie and a gold trimming at the seams, along with black-laced white gloves on his hands. His hair was long and black, tied into a low ponytail with a red hair tie, and had a rather messy fringe across his forehead. The expression of the young man, who looked to be in his mid to late twenties, was quite bored and tired, signifying that he probably didn't even want to be here. At all.
As the young Euclidus got ready to take notes and get his materials ready for class, he was oddly baffled at the fact the young teacher simply went to the desk and got out a nail and hammer. Taking the big book copy of the same textbook Alphonse had, he placed it on the chalkboard. Then, with the nail and hammer, placing the pointed bit onto the hard cover, he proceeds to hammer in the nail and stick the book to the chalkboard. And with a lazy wave of his hand, he goes on to dismiss the class.
"Okay, self-study session, I'm leaving it all to you guys," he says with a yawn.
Collectively, loud thuds were heard. Almost all of the students merely slam their heads onto their desks, pretty much in a comical manner. Alphonse only sweat dropped as he looked on confused, soon drawn to the sound of Akio's howling laughter, the black-haired girl having a great time of the scene that was occurring.
The lazy teacher soon sat down in his chair by his desk, resting his head boredly onto his fist as he looked to the side. Alphonse facepalms. Here he was, mentally and actually preparing himself to get his new school life started, notebook out and pen at the ready to jot down notes and all sorts of study material, only for the teacher to pretty much give up and just be lazy. With a slight groan to himself, he quizzically looks over at the coffee-eyed girl, who was having the time of her life is what it seemed, continuing to casually lean back in her chair with her eyes closed.
"Hey, Akio..."
"Hmm? What's up, Al?" She perked an eye open to look at him.
Raising a hand up in a discreet manner to cover his mouth, he spoke in a low whisper. "What's wrong with this teacher? Shouldn't he, you know, be doing his job?"
"Ah... That. Heh, don't worry about it," Akio mused. "We had an actual teacher since the beginning of the school year, but she ended up dipping out because of an assignment Master Biblia gave her. So a substitute teacher was assigned to her place."
"Uh-huh." Alphonse only deadpanned. "Well, has anyone actually tried doing anything about it?"
The coffee-eyed girl only laughed to herself and continued to just relax. Sighing as he wouldn't get any answers from her, Alphonse would open his textbook and begin his own self-study session. But of course, he should've known, because he didn't know anything about magic at all, he had no idea what the hell this book was talking about. And this was a supposedly "for dummies" book, especially established by the fact that it said "For Beginners" on the front. Ironic, considering his position.
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FanfictionAlphonse Euclidus has known nothing but despair in his life. Born to a family, along with two younger siblings, all of that were mysteriously taken away from him, he began to scrounge away on the streets of Britain, trying to get by in life and surv...