Gaze

Chapter 11: Surely This Can't Get Any Worse...

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I mean, it can't get any more bad for us, right?
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"Discard that mont blanc immediately!"

As Riddle spoke those words, the box began to float, bringing the tart with it. Is he really going to throw out Ace's efforts on trying to make things right?

I immediately go into a sprinting stance.

Not on my fucking watch.

"Prefect, what are you-" Damian's question was left unanswered as I began running full speed in the tart's direction. I front flip into the middle of a long table filled with cake and teapots and cookies, and kept on front flipping from there, careful not to touch or destroy anything.

As I did another flip, I accidentally knocked off a cherry from a cupcake, so I immediately put it back onto the cupcake before my hand can hit the table to support my weight. Stuff like that happened many more times than I rather admit; nearly knocking a teapot off the table so I had to swing my body around to catch it with my leg and toss it back up to place it back (honestly, I was super lucky there wasn't any cake near when I did that), having to toss a few teacups into the air because they got in the way (I took a teapot as I did to refill the cups as they landed back down- my way of quick apology), and many more.

I reach the end of the table, finally landing on the ground. Channeling the Stellaron's energy into my legs, I angled myself and sped towards the tart in one jump, grabbing it's box as it levitated towards Riddle. As I begin slowing down I turn my body around and shut the lid of the box down, wrapping my arms around it protectively as I glare at Riddle.

"No."

There was a stunned silence that seemed to last for minutes, with some Heartslabyul students glancing back at the somehow unruined table I just ran on top of while trying to get to the tart.

And then a cheer, coming from Grim. "Heck yeah, Henchman! You show that rotten tomato who's boss!"

To which I turn to stare at him, bewildered. "But he's the dorm leader though???"

"I meant that meta... Deuce, what's that word again?"

Deuce leans down to whisper something into Grim's ear, and Grim turns back to me."Metaphorically! I meant that metaphorically."

Holy shit, he knows big words now! I'm so proud.

"Ahem." My attention was caught by said rotten tomato and- Aeons, he is so much shorter up close. "Guest, you are the newly appointed dorm leader of that ramshackled dorm, yes?"

Oh right, gotta be polite. "Yes. My name is-"

"No, I already know your name, you don't have to introduce yourself." Riddle leers at me, judgingly. "As a dorm leader yourself, you understand the importance of the rules as well, don't you? Hand over the tart."

"Oh." I blink. And then wrap my arms around the box tighter. "Nuh-uh."

"...What do you mean "nuh-uh"?!"

"I said what I said." I plainly state, holding the box closer to me in case he tries to magic it away. "Nuh-uh."

"Yeah, what Yuu said!" Ace joins in, going to my side. "We put a ton of effort into making this mont blanc tart, and you're just gonna throw it away?!"

"The fact that it was made isn't the problem." Riddle snaps. "But the fact that it was brought here today is the source of the problem!"

"It still doesn't explain why we should discard it." Behold, one of my many powers: the power of bullshitting through arguments with scary people! "You could just order for it to be put in the fridge to be eaten at later dates, but discard it? You're just being wasteful at that point."