We are all unfortunate

Chapter 15

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Notes:

Summary of the last chapter:
    •    Kai's Rune's class moves rooms due to someone connected with Professor's past. Which will later be important due to Kai will most likely be majoring in Runes and thus be associating with the rest.
    •    Viridis and Kai interactions; they get closer to guessing who each other may be.
    •    ***Grim passed his exams and succeeded in getting barely onto the leader board, thus only Ace and Duece were subjected to the failure of the contract.
    •    Yuu gets a new wardrobe ordered for him, courtesy of Vil not wanting anyone associated with his people to disgrace him.
    •    Yuu still signed the contract with Azul due to the peer pressure from the people who didn't fulfill the contract, please keep in mind it's like 200 students. Yes, Yuu isn't a push over really, though keep in mind, Would you be able to withstand when 200 people are pushing you to do something to help them?
    •    Yuu experiences what Pomefiore is like when preparing for an event.
    •    Pomefiore is one of the main reasons why the school has this much money.
AN:
Sorry if there are a lot of filler chapters in this story, I wish to reiterate that this story is from the perspective of an NPC. Someone who isn't technically involved in the main story line, not to mention I intend on writing more for after the end of the plot line.

Also I'm officially saying, RookVil is one of the few ships in this fic. I mean come on, the amount of tension between the two during the game! Though I won't be putting it directly in your face, just know that it's there.

Honestly a pretty interesting chapter if I may be biased. Shorter side as it's an interlude, though not really.
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The air whipped through short black hair, I spun one of the visitors on the dance floor in my arms. Her pale yellow dress fluttered around like little lace butterflies, hair done up with undoubtedly an ungodly amount of bobby pins and spray. As a single courtesy to our freshmen, this event was hosted as a masquerade, all wore masks, so as to not bring any mistakes back to their families. Though for some it was exciting, others would find it cliche and dreaded.

For example, myself. I would be constantly wary and onguard in case the wards were somehow triggered. These dealings were where high society would interact with those of a different status, without any pretenses, that is if they could recognize the one they were talking to.

These events, though hosted by Pomefiore and set up by them, those of high status within the school also received an invitation.

As one intimately connected with the rune wards, I could recognize each and every one of the people within its confines. Not that anyone needed to know that fact. I needed to make sure that none figured out I could tell each and all apart. In example, I could see the lazy lion of Savanaclaw nursing a low concentration drink of alcohol in a corner. Even with his mask, ladies whispered around him. Only a few recognizing him for who he was and inching around him in fear that he would lash out. Others had done more to hide their identity beyond their masks, going as far as removing or hiding certain attributes of their body. Perhaps due to the fact that most retainers hadn't extended an invitation to the event, it was enforced as a sign of wariness by the ones around him. There were others, whom, no matter what they did to hide themselves, or not, stood out and most knew who they were, the housewarden of Scarabia was one such being. Radiating excitement and energy. Stark white hair standing out against all.

I folded the lady I was twirling inwards and we stepped a few steps like that before I untwirled her. The dancers around ourselves, making the same practiced movements. The sound of the orchestra rising to a crescendo with the dance's tide.