Little Witch Academia: Constanze x Reader

Prologue

"Hey! You, get up! It's way past breakfast time!"

You groan, the sound resembling a pubescent monster truck being started up. Wasn't your mom saying the other day that it was bad for a teen's health to be woken up this early? Apparently she didn't care. C'mon, mannn...

You are forced to leave the comfort of your bed when your mother steamrolls into your room and starts giving orders. All this on a weekend? What a pain.

As slow as human— no, tortoise-ly possible, you fall out of your covers and throw on whatever clothes were lying on the floor from yesterday. Why can't Saturday just be a day where everybody sleeps the whole time? And it could be renamed to Sleepurday? Well, as your mind defogs, you start to think maybe it's not all that bad. After all, tonight you have a special meeting for your robotics club. Probably the one thing that interests you the most in school, though you'd still rather not do it on a weekend.

As you go through the motions of daily life that day, you wonder about your future. As these thoughts usually do, they come and go unanswered, random. What'll you do after high school? You don't wanna be a procrastinator and a social deadbeat but... You're a procrastinator and a social deadbeat. Are you interested in going into any specific job? No, not really. But those new "professional competitive gaming" ads for some desperate college in Nebraska catch your eye. Will a perfect girl ever come along? No, probably not, because you're a procrastinator, a social deadbeat, and you've set your standards too high. Sure, you've had crushes on girls before but you're too timid to be the first to step out and initiate contact with one.

Laying on your bedroom floor in the late afternoon, you listen to some nice music and contemplate these things. Meanwhile, your mind gradually convinces you it's not worth going to robotics tonight. Just like the past few weeks. Once again you'd prefer to lay around as opposed to the drag that was social interaction. Maybe you'd still tinker with your dinky robot on your own a little bit to make you feel a sense of accomplishment, however small and irrelevant it may be. Might as well give up on going to the future meetings too, since you've already skipped a handful and it would be awkward trying to come up with a passable excuse as to why. Yeah, it's the weekend. You can pull out an all-nighter playing the new Pokemon game, in the process effectively drowning out your low self-esteem, social insecurities, and guilt for at least a single night. And it's settled.

...

hahaha, no. Of course things would not go your way. Again with Mom and her "you-know-I-want-the-best-for-you"'s, she is forcing you to "break out of your shell" and go have some "fun". Really? The clichéd mom phrases? Is there some secretive handbook in existence that all mothers take their inspiration from? So now you're actually going to have to deal with your problems. Amazing.

You change over to some clothes that are a step down on the casual scale from your preceding outfit, which was a pair of sweatpants, a t-shirt with some bloodstains on it, and old socks that have golf patterns on them. There's even a hole in one. Now you're wearing, well, a hoodie that covers the red-splotched shirt, some white (and slightly dirty) sneakers that cover the hole-y socks, and jeans. The sweatpants were just too hard to mask. There's only so much you can do.

Flash forward past all the other mundane stuff and into the car ride. You stayed mostly silent, hoping your mom would catch on to the fact that you despised the idea of going, but that's not how moms work. She chugged along, and at some point you passed the entrance to that weird witch school. Luna Nova Magical Academy, in more proper terms. You don't know a whole lot about that place, but the thought rolls around in your head for the rest of the trip. Why is it an all-girls' school? Is there a little wizard academia? Are they all like, the ugly kind of witches? Or are they cute? Or are they just average? There seems to be a bias against the school among most everyone you know, but Mum says it's just a silly group mentality of prejudice and there's nothing wrong with them. Your opinion teeters between your mom's and your friends', but in a suprising spark of maturity, you decide to hold off on making assumptions until you actually meet someone from that school.

You still think it's a weird place.

Ah, you've arrived. As usual your no-nonsense single parent ushers you out of the vehicle with a "Have a good time, sweetie" and speeds off. All you have on you is your backpack, full of miscellaneous bits and pieces as well as your own robot, which you are not so proud of. You meander closer to the door. Your watch reads 8:56, which means four minutes till time. Could you stay outside, skip, and lie about it? Ehhhh... She'd probably see through you. And as such you found yourself in front of the cold doors. Not many options at this point.

After waiting until the latter seconds of 8:59, you're about to make the step and go in, when you hear a puny voice behind you. Your head instantly swivels almost 180° and you see... Uh, hold on. You have to look down a ways. It was... A girl? Talking to you? And she's like half a foot shorter than you are. Maybe she's a daughter of one of the teachers or something? Hold on... Her clothes are... Aren't those the witch uniforms? Your brain can hardly process this moment, but as your brain implodes you realize she is trying to communicate with you. Her petite mouth moves and her little ukelele-string vocal cords strike a quaint vibration we interpret as "speech". Oh... Snapping back out of your daze, you hear her saying, "...Uh, you gonna go in? ...You're gawking at me and blocking the entrance."

Ah.

This was too much for one evening.

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(Author's note)

Hey y'all, hope my sloppy writing made you chuckle a bit, at least. I'm just kinda experimenting with things here, developing your good-for-nothing antisocial character (based on yours truly ;) ), introducing dear Connie, y'know. I believe most authors use "(Y/N) for your character in ___ x reader fiction, but it feels a bit unnatural to me that way. As such I'm just using "You" for your name to be inserted. Maybe it's weird, but it feels right to me.

If you know anything about LWA, you're probably wondering why high-tech stuff like cars and music devices exist, since the official canon doesn't have anything like that. Well, I thought about this and I didn't feel like making you ride a carriage or something and whatever else so this fan-canon will kinda be a more modern version? I'll try and build the world for you through the rest of the story. Hopefully it'll make sense.

Thanks for reading!