Home. What is home? Some call it the place where they've been born and raised, while others claim it to be where they've truly belonged. Sometimes, people would state it to be alone, perhaps in a hideout.
You. You had no home.
You once did though, a family around the dinner table, with cheers and laughter. You can barely remember what your parents looked like, or even the interior of your room at this point.
Today was your birthday. You sat with a cake in front of you, sloppy words spelling out "HAPY BIRHTDYA!" A light smile erupted from your face, before you used your Unique Magic to transfer some place.
"I wish to transfer to the..."
...
"Happy birthday to you."
"Happy birthday to you!"
"Happy birthday, dear (x)!"
"Happy birthday to you!!"
"Hurry, make a wish and blow out the candles!!"
"Make sure you don't say it out loud, otherwise, it won't happen!"
...
You awoke in a stuffy box. Normally, a normal person would freak out. You were too used to the feeling of suffocation, though. You were barely suffocating anyways, only a bit sweaty. Plus, the cushioning inside was nice.
If you were dying right now, then at least you're comfortable.
Closing your eyes, you're about to use your Unique Magic to reverse time until-
"Whats this!"
"AGH WHAT THE FUCK."
The door is swung open and you fall face first onto the ground.
Yeah.. not nice at all. Humiliating too.
"..well, if I use my unique magic, I'll just get rid of this memory."
You look up, to see a weird bird man. Digging in your memories, you try to look for someone similar. Bright yellow eyes, weird taste in clothing, and a loud ass voice.
"...Crowley?"
You said it in a soft whisper, so barely anybody heard you. Supposedly-Crowley gasped dramatically as you zoned out, "My, a coffin hasn't been opened yet! How could my gracious self overlook such a mistake?!"
You narrow your eyes. You hadn't expected Crowley to be so.. what, weird? He was an eccentric child back then, but even still.
"We must hurry, let us assign you a dorm!" Crowley exclaimed, shoving you towards the floating, magical mirror. You tried to digest what was happening, everything was going by way too fast for your liking. There wasn't time to try to fully comprehend anything.
The magic mirror seemed to stand out, honestly. You faintly remember some expensive magic mirror being put for sale around back then after the Fairest Queen had passed. Was this that?
Crowley pushed you up, and you suddenly had a breakthrough from his thoughts.
"State thy name."
Oh. So the rumors weren't fake of the magic mirror actually being able to talk. It was being called a magic mirror so-
"State thy name."
"Woah, jeez. (x)."
The rumors didn't say anything about the magic mirror being impatient, though. It was uncalled for, actually.
"Whilst thy soul is old and weary, out of place perhaps, thee has quite the inventive mind. Not only, but thee also has powerful magic. Therefore, thee would fit quite perfectly into-"
It talks too much honestly.. Can't it hurry up? It's going on a whole monologue. Blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah-
"IGNIHYDE!"
Memories memories memories. You tried to figure out which one it was. It was the.. bright blue one? You turn towards the group wearing bright blue uniforms. If it wasn't Ignihyde, then you'd be embarrassed as fuck. Luckily for you, it indeed was the blue dorm.
"There will be handouts of your schedules and classes later today! All luggage and uniforms are automatically delivered to your dorms, do not forget. And also—"
At that point, you zoned out. You decided to distract yourself by focusing on how the weird robe on you felt. It was silky, but also loose. It didn't stick onto you when you sweat, which you appreciated.
"—let us have a merry school year! You all are dismissed!"
Finally, gosh. He talks way too much.
You hummed to yourself, following the crowds. Maybe this round would have less drama.
// TO BE CONT.
— like i said, u guys r in second year when the main plot happens! i'll be establishing relationships and such over the course of 1st year
— dont worry wordbuilding wont take that long... im just making up shit
— im hoping i get the motivation to write more this is a fire concept🙏🙏🔥
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Fanfiction"[x] is weird. They know a lot about history, but they can't bother to remember their own birthday." - IN WHICH; you are a time traveler with a forgetful mind. GN READER!! :3 (there arent enough of these man) || - TWST doesn't belong to me!!
