The Fry Club

Chapter 2: Convincing a Teacher

Deuce exited the group chat, putting his phone down and sitting up on his bed. He slipped on a sweater over his white t-shirt, standing up and pulling on sweatpants.

He left the dorm he shared with Ace, who was currently at Ramshackle at the moment and started formulating a plan to convince his Alchemy teacher to sponsor their club.

Deuce walked through the empty hallways of Night Raven, there were no classes that day and stood outside of the alchemy classroom. He remembered that Professor Crewel had to grade papers, so he would be staying in his classroom for quite some time.

He knocked on the door before entering, a habit he picked up, and he stood near his professor's desk.

"Did you need something?" Crewel asked as he looked up from grading papers, raising an eyebrow at Deuce. Deuce stayed silent, thinking of how to start up the conversation.

"If you don't need anything, why are you here?" Crewel said, cutting the silence. "Are you here to waste my time? Naughty pups get punished, you know? I should give you detention," Crewel added as an afterthought.

"I have an idea for a club," Deuce speaks up a little hesitantly. The professor raised an eyebrow, gesturing for him to continue. "It's about self-defense," Deuce added, deciding to vaguely describe his idea.

"I'm guessing you pups need a teacher to sponsor the club, right?" Deuce nodded at Crewel's question. "Hm, you pups would benefit from learning self-defense. But why not go to Coach Vargas for this? He would be much better suited."

"Coach Vargas is a little too extreme," Deuce stated, grimacing when remembering what he had to do last gym class - 100 pushups and 50 sit-ups. "Also, I feel like he wouldn't like the methods we'd be using."

"What methods are you talking about?"

"Well, you see, in order to defend ourselves we..." Deuce trailed off.

"Get to the point."

"Frying pans," Deuce blurted out. "We'll be using frying pans."

"...Frying pans? How?" Crewel looked confused and surprised, raising an eyebrow at Deuce's weird statement.

"...Like, Rapunzel?" Crewel always enjoyed watching Rapunzel, even now he would have it playing as background noise while grading, or occasionally when he had free time and wanted to relax. He liked the thought of hitting Crowley like in the movie, often getting annoyed at the headmaster's antics. "...Alright. But the headmaster will not allow a club like this, you know?"

Deuce was a little surprised at the professor's acceptance, but he gratefully took it nonetheless. "We could hide it as a cooking club. I looked and we don't have one."

"Quite the mischievous one you are, pup," Crewel commented. "Very well. Email me the names of the other club members and I'll submit a club request later. You are dismissed."

Deuce nodded excitedly and left, leaving Crewel to continue finishing grading, and eventually, the club paperwork.