orter | gender-neutral!reader
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Becoming a Divine Visionary was a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity that confident students strive for, one that you intend to achieve ever since you were old enough to learn about it. Studying at Easton Magic Academy, a prefect of the Lang House, everyone believed you'd pass the Divine Visionary test. Until a man with glasses stole the crown right under your nose.
You'd never met him before, never even saw him nor heard of his name, but Orter Madl became the batch's Divine Visionary, becoming the Desert Cane.
All dreams came to a halt, and you were sure that amidst the audience watching, your parents who placed such high expectations on you were disappointed. Who wouldn't? Even you were. You've worked so hard for this opportunity, and yet it was quick to be stolen by some nobody.
With shoulders slumped, you swallowed your pride and made your way to the winner, meeting his eyes. You forced a smile, holding your hand out. "Congratulations."
Orter stared at you for a moment, eyeing you up and down, before pushing his glasses up to his eyes and walking away. Not even a grunt or a nod of acknowledgment! He straight up ignored you.
You were quite frozen on your spot, looking like a fool, and you tried to keep your anger from boiling over. Your eyes swept over the new Divine Visionary, lips pursed together. What an asshole...
With a sigh, you walked away.
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It's been years since you've faced defeat at the hands of Orter Madl. Luckily, despite this, you were offered a job at the Easton Magic Academy to teach. Although not really your dream, any position is a good position. It seemed way better in your parents' eyes instead of simply taking a job at the town.
It was a peaceful life. Aside from rowdy students often giving you a headache or two, you enjoyed your job, which was surprising as you never really planned this.
In the teacher's faculty, you were checking the grades of the students who answered your surprise quiz, face contorting into annoyance with each low score they get. It's almost like they didn't listen to any of your lessons! Sighing, you moved to another stack. You'll be sure to chew them out in your next class with them.
The door opened and you didn't lift your head, expecting someone else from the faculty to greet you, but instead, a familiar voice called your name.
Lo and behold, it's Orter Madl.
Just seeing his face was enough to put you in a more sour mood. You still hold a grudge over that moment, and many more, because every time you find the opportunity to talk to him out of the kindness of your heart, he spouts some bullshit about following the rules or is just generally rude!
"Oh, and what did I do to deserve the Desert Cane's visit?" you asked sarcastically.
"Watch your tongue." with a hand in his pocket, he made his way to your desk. "I need you to talk to me about a first-year student, Mash Burnedead."
You blinked. The student currently under fire for being a non-mage?
You stared at him for a moment, the corner of your lips lowering into a frown. Knowing this prick, he'll enforce something about rules and orders that would put Mash in trouble. And unluckily for Orter, while Mash was a bad student, you admire his strength and perseverance to pass the class in his own way.
