Shattered Reflections (Twisted Wonderland x Gojo Reader)

The Usurper from the Wilds - Spelldrive

After class, the group of freshmen made their way to the headmage's office.

Deuce knocked lightly on the door, "Headmage, may we come in?" he asked, opening the door a little.

Ace strode in right after him. "How's it going, sir?"

"Ah. Thank you all for coming." Crowley set aside the papers he'd been reading as he greeted the students. "I'll get right to the point. Now that the Heartslabyul incident is behind us... I wanted to give you a proper debriefing on the matter. if you're to become mages, you need to fully understand the malady that befell Mr. Rosehearts."

"You called it "overblot," right?" Deuce confirmed.

Crowley nodded, "Yes, that is correct."

"My brother told me a little about that." Ace added. "He said that could happen to anyone who builds up too much blot. Sounds like Cater-senpai was pretty much on the nose with "berserker mode"

Grim crossed his arms and tilted his head. "Yeah, but what is "blot," anyway?"

Crowley's gaze shifted to (y/n) before addressing them all. "Ah, indeed. For your sake and (y/n)'s, it would behoove us to start with the basics. I shall teach you all you need to know. Charity, thy name is Crowley!" His declaration earned a round of sweat drops from the students. Crowley cleared his throat. "Now, "blot" is a form of waste that is created as byproduct of using magic. Just as cars run on gasoline, and in the process, expel dangerous gases as exhaust... Casting spells consumes magical energy, and in the process, expels blot."

(y/n) gave a small nod, processing his words with a hint of concern. "That doesn't sound very healthy"

"Quite." Crowley agreed with a solemn nod. "Research into the nature of blot has been conducted since time immemorial. And yet, we still understand little about it. All we know for sure is that it is terrifically toxic, and excessive amounts can wreak havoc on a mage's mind and body."

Ace rubbed the back of his neck. "I guess that's why Grandma was always naggin' me to not overdo it with the magic, huh? Here I thought she just didn't want me to break stuff"

"Power and peril are two sides of the same coin. Even the greatest of mages cannot cast spell after spell without consequence" The headmage added

"So you're tellin' me I'm gonna get sick if I keep usin' magic whenver I want?!" Grim asked in a panic

"Not necessarily." Crowley replied, deep in thought. "Hm. Perhaps a demonstration would prove more efficient than a mere explanation. Ghosts, assemble! I have a job for you!" he called out

Two familiar ghosts appeared, greeting the headmage with a cheer. "Huzzah! You summoned us, Headmage?"

"Not these guys again?!" Ace muttered, recognizing them from the dwarfs' mine.

Crowley ignored Ace's comment and turned to the ghosts. "Would you be so kind as to help me put these young students through their paces? Excluding (y/n), of course"

Deuce gulped, his confidence shaken "T-This seems like a bad idea"

"Yeah, okay. We'll go a round or two with 'em" One of the ghosts agreed, eager for a bit of excitement.

Crowley turned back to the students "Now, students, ready your magical pens. Prepare to receive a special lesson from your headmage! (y/n), please come stand by my side"

With a calm nod, (y/n) moved to stand beside him, watching as the mock battle unfolded with a quiet but focused intensity.

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