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e p i s o d e 2 - iii

Stairway

“The try-outs for the Magical Shift Tournament is soon, right?” A Heartslabyul student asked his companion beside him, who nodded.

“Have you thought of a magical exhibition that will appeal to the Prefect yet?” His companion asked, as the two of them made their way down the stairs.

“Of course! When I showed it to Professor Crewel the other day, he was so amazed! I'm excited to who it was Prefect Rose- wha-?!” He took a foot out and five steps from the ground, he hopped, losing balance in the process. “That hurt…” He groaned as he landed on the ground harshly.

His companion, the other Heartslabyul student, ran down to him. “H-Hey, what happened?! You suddenly jumped from the stairs!” He fretted.

“My leg... i-it hurts...!”

“What?! Come on, I'll take you to the infirmary first!” His companion hoisted the arm of his injured friend arm to wrap it around his neck and helped him stand up, with occasional limping and hisses of pain they made their way to the school infirmary.

Unbeknownst to them all, was a small figure in the shadows, grinning widely as it watched the two walk away.

“Shishishishishi~”

~ × ~

Ramshackle Dorm – Lounge

“Ah… I can't feel motivated at all… I can't even participate in the Tournament.” Grim groaned, dragging his feet as he paced back and forth in front of you.

You just sighed, too tired and so done to care.

“What's wrong, Grim boy? You haven't been energetic at all lately.” The ghosts appeared, surrounding the poor cat.

“He's upset because he can't join the Magift Tournament thing.” You answered, huffing, your elbow planted on the hard wood table while you lean your head on your palm.

“If you want to try so badly, we can be your opponents. Back when I played 90 years ago, I was quite the catch and everyone cheered for me!” One of them suggested, putting a bit of bragging in his words.

Grim looked up from the ground. “It's impossible without 7 players, right?” His tone was dejected yet his eyes were hoping.

“It doesn't matter if it's not an official match. Come on, let's go.”

The four of them rushed outside whilst you stayed inside and decided to work on your notes. The exams are slowly getting closer and it won't hurt if you study a bit.

~ × ~

After a few minutes of studying, you put your things away in perfect timing as two figures walked inside the Lounge.

You raised a brow at them, Grim sat beside you while Crowley settled in front of you.

“What favour do you need? We're not your errand boys anymore, y'know?” Grim started, crossing his arms.

“Oh? Have I not told you that I haven't guaranteed for your permanent necessities for living here yet? Manual work is a very wonderful thing, Grim, Y/n.” His voice held a promising tone, his golden orbs stared right into your souls.

“Threatening your students, Headmaster? That's not a very kind thing to do, you know.” You pursed your lips, narrowing your eyes slightly.

He cleared his throat. “Ahem. Then, let me start again.” You held yourself from giving out even a small smile. “Actually, there has been an increasingly concerning amount of people being injured in accidents around the school. I want you to investigate this matter.”