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What a (Not so) Strange World XVII

A.N: not really the double update I had in mind, but I guess it works as well.

Soo, I had fun writing this, more than the last one, but there are still some thing I'm not entirely satisfied with - as always I guess.

Still, let me know if you like it

Here (we are) in the Courts of Miracles

PartXVI

If you had realized anything from your brief time there, it was that Octavinelle was your least favorite dorm ever.

You had not seen the other dorms, but frankly there was no way they ousted Octavinelle from the third step of the podium of 'places you would never want to set foot in'

( The first place was still the orphanage, it was a place to which too many memories were attached that you didn't like to remember; the second place was all the uninhabitable rooms in Ramshackle, which, to be fair, was a lot)

You didn't care about the absolutely beautiful scenery.

You disliked that dormitory for so many reasons, first among them its Housewarden: Azul didn't have an imposing or terrifying aura, but he certainly knew how to get what he wanted, little did it matter if he made people uncomfortable.

The second reason had definitely been the two students who had come in while you had gone out, they were twins and they were damned tall:they had come in as if they were the owners of the Monster Lounge, and given how they had posed toward Azul you didn't doubt the three of them even knew each other quite well

This would be the first and only time you would ever set foot in there.

Honestly, you had both Queenie and Frau Grimhilde to thank for insisting that you carefully read the diplomatic arrangements that had taken place throughout history

( Something about how knowing how to read between the lines was important and things you didn't really care about because when would you ever talk about the agreements that took place between Zeus, Hades, and Neptune in a normal conversation? Exactly)

Those, and what little you could find of the Sea Witch's agreements, which, while she too had a certain negative reputation, you could not deny she had excellent rhetorical skills

( You had managed to read a few excerpts of the pact with the Sea King's daughter, and you couldn't help but admire her: Yes, she had attempted a coup, but her pact with the princess-what little you could read-was awfully perfect for that purpose. It was so precise, with no possibility of misinterpretation, and yet it was so clear that there were a whole range of ways in which you could intervene in the unspoken. Brilliant)

You had really hoped that hinting that your motives were “confidential” would facilitate your research, and it certainly had, but it had also captured the Housewarden's interest too much.

You as an individual had caught his attention, after all, why would the Headmaster share circumstantial information with a student who came out of nowhere?

"And how is this 'confidential' information supposed to make me help you? If nothing else, they increase your suspiciousness, don't they?"

If he did that for simple sports rosters you didn't want to know what he would do for something more important.

Yet he had seemed so helpful when he thought you wanted help with your grades.

You took a deep sigh. You didn't know if he was fae, he didn't seem to be, but you couldn't be sure. You had to be careful

"I've been told you're the head of the tournament planning committee" you smiled in the most affable way possible. "I image it must be really heavy, since this is a well known event" He seemed both amused and slightly confused by your changing the subject "I wonder what will happen if, for some reason, the tournament couldn't take place…You would be in a difficult situation, I guess"

"It sounds like you're trying to threaten me, but I'm sure that's not what you're after dear customer"

His tone had become once again, less friendly than before, although he continued to smile as if nothing had happened.

Anyone else would have shuddered

"You have to understand, I can't give you the information you want, but I can let you know what could happen if you don't cooperate. I mean…Let's say I have my reasons for wanting the tournament to happen, if it doesn't I don't really lose anything…you on the other side…I'm actually doing you a favor, but if you don't want I can't really do anything about it."

You hadn't even let him weigh what his next words might be, that you had already gotten up, ready to leave, hoping he would call you back.

It was true, you had your reasons for wanting the tournament to happen and it was true you would lose nothing if it didn't happen-Yuu did though, that was your reason for ending this quickly-but he had much more to lose.

If the tournament was cancelled he would have to deal with all the refunds and that could not be something he wanted.

For your sake-for Yuu's sake-it should not have been something Azul wanted

"I appreciate your concern on my position, but this still doesn't explain-"

"We both want the tournament to take place, I know that if you don't help me, it will not happen. I'll say it's a win-win situation. Isn't it?"

Once away from the Mostro Lounge you had collapsed to the floor. The smile he had given you as he agreed to help you had terrified you.

( reason number 4 for why you would never set foot in Octavinelle again).

In spite of everything, however, you were happy with what you had achieved; if everything had continued to go right, finding the culprit would not have been too difficult.

You sent a message in your group chat letting them know that you had finished what you had to do and that you were joining them in Savanaclaw, also asking where they were at that time so that it would be easier for you to find them.

You got weirded out when you didn't see Cater's immediate response, but maybe they were talking to one of the possible targets, maybe Jack himself.

Eh, Jack.

Since you had come back to this strange world you still hadn't had a chance to contact him, given what had happened, but if you had to be honest even before you hadn't been in touch much.

Not because you didn't feel like talking to him, but because you more simply didn't know how to start a conversation with him.

He wasn't like Che'nya who contacted you whenever he was bored and couldn't bother anyone; he wasn't like Cater with whom you could talk about anything and everything at any time; he wasn't even like Vil with whom you felt more rarely but with whom you never felt uncomfortable starting a conversation.

The one who came closest was Trey, but for totally different reasons: there was a time when you had a huge crush on the older boy and although you were dying to talk to him, you never knew what to say.

Jack was different: you didn't know what you might talk about, and the idea of starting an awkward conversation didn't appeal to you at all

(Vil sighed whenever you asked him about the Beastman, because you were perfectly capable of posing those questions yourself to Jack, who would surely answer them.

Sometimes it felt like he was babysitting two awkward teenagers when he thought Jack was also acting like you, not knowing how to approach you without annoying you.)

This time, however, you actually had something to talk about so after a short sigh you began typing

To: Jack

Hi! I know it's been so long since we've seen each other, but do you think we can talk for a minute ( or maybe two)?

Just so you know, I'm in Savana Claw.

Some friends of mine should have come to talk to you too. It's quite important

The more you read the messages you had sent the more you realized how embarrassing they sounded and the more you wanted to delete them.

The only thing that stopped you was the text icon from Jack, who had seen the messages and was responding to you

From: Jack

Mmmh. I think I met them, didn't give me a good impression.

Didn't know they were your friends

I'm at the Spelldrive Stadium, I'll be back at the dorm soon.

You giggled as you saw what Jack had written about the others, indeed the first-timers from Heartslabuyl and Grim must not have made a very good first impression

It still weirded you out Cater hadn't responded, that wasn't like him.

Besides, they had not written on the Chat that they had already talked to Jack.

It was getting late so it wouldn't have made any sense to go looking for other possible targets at that time, so you really didn't understand what they were doing.

None of them had answered the phone when you called them. You were beginning to worry.

"Oh, another intruder!"

You were leaning against the wall right near the dormitory entrance when you heard that voice that could only refer to you.

Looking up from your phone you saw a group of five students, two of whom, however, were extremely familiar

"This is getting bothersome" was the one who had puffed out the one leading the group; he was a lion, not wearing a uniform jacket like the rest of the others.

You were trying to remember where you had seen him, because that was a voice you had heard before.

"OI! Ignoring us?!"

You blinked. How did they expect you to respond to someone who had called you an intruder?.

That then the three older students-or at least physically-had all the air of someone who wanted to argue

"Uhm, didn't know I had to make an appointment to come here…I'll make sure to do it next time…"

"Do you find it funny?!"

"Are you making fun of us now?!"

"No. I'm being very serious."

Your answer had made the shortest of the group laugh, who seemed to share features with a hyena, if his laughter was any indication.

The lion, on the other hand, had raised an eyebrow before asking you what your business was there.

Certainly the NRC students just couldn't mind their own business.

"I wanted to talk with-"

"I advise you to come back another day. We have a dorm meeting to make now. No intruders allowed."

Oh. Jack hadn't said anything to you about that.

Maybe he didn't know? No, if it was a dorm meeting he should have known, and he probably would have told you.

This was a veiled way of telling you to dislodge, and you had taken the invitation

"I'll excuse myself then" you smiled "But expect me to come soon."

You felt their gaze on you until you passed the mirror to return to the Hall of Mirror

You sent a message to Jack, letting him know how his dorm mates had not made a good impression either and that you would have to postpone your talk until the next day.

You also noticed about 20 or so messages apologizing for not letting you know that the group had left Savana Claw a while ago, but they had had to go through a horrible Spelldrive meeting and had come out destroyed.

This did not excuse them from not having warned you sooner, but you imagined that the Spelldrive encounter had left them with little energy

Back in Ramshackle you were greeted by a placidly sleeping Grim and Yuu, who as soon as they saw you breathed a sigh of relief and first began to apologize for not contacting you sooner and then told you what had happened

If it had been another person you wouldn't have really believed their apology, but Yuu had shown that they really meant what they said more than once, not only in words, also with actions, so if they said they were sorry you would have believed them.

At that moment a piece of information also came back to your memory: Yuu did not have a phone, even if they had wanted to contact you they could not have done so.

( If you had asked Crewel or Trein maybe they would have given you a weekend outing to buy a phone for Yuu? Or maybe you should have asked Stacy and Drizzy to buy it for you?)

You understood from Yuu's account that the group of students you had met were the ones who had clashed with your friends, and you also discovered that the beastman who had 'advised' you to spend another day was the Housewarden of Savana Claw.

At that moment you also remembered where you had seen him before: he and the little hyena were the students who had led you to see the group when they had to prepare the tart for Riddle

( The memory came to you only because Yuu admitted to stepping on the Housewarden's tail in the botanical garden.)

You really wanted to tell them about what you had done as well, but you could see that tiredness was getting the better of them, so you suggested that they went to rest; you would stay up a little longer

You had a couple of things to read

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nomatterwhatnomatterwhere · 3 months ago

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What a (Not so) Strange World XVI

A.N: Soo, uhm, will you believe me if I told you that I thought I had already updated this chapter? Because that's exactly what happened. I feel stupid. Like, a lot. I was soo sure I had done it - and I thought nobody actually read it or like it - so when I went to update the next part ( what a spoiler wow) I was flabbergasted. I would really like to blame it on my adhd but honestly, I've had a lot of things going on and I simply forgot.

All this to say I'm sorry for being late? yep, but also because I like to be dramatic - difficult to notice I know -

Anyway... uhm... I'm not really sure on how I feel about this chapter, there are things I really like and others there are just ...meh, could be better, so let me know what do you think

You'll (Never Stop to) Learn things

PartXV PartXVII

Pomfiore Dorm was really beautiful, architecturally speaking, giving you a sense of calm and order that you haven't felt in a while. Maybe to some people it might have come across as a little tacky or snobby, but not to you.

Whoever had decorated the place had good taste: everything was perfect, not one thing too many. Everything in the right place

It made sense Vil was part of this dormitory, at least on a purely aesthetic level.

( After all, you knew firsthand that despite Vil's perhaps somewhat brusque manner, he was not just a beautiful face) .

Finding Rook had not been difficult, although you suspected that when he wanted to he knew very well how to go unnoticed-he had the air of a hunter after all.

Hearing that the people of this world also thought him a peculiar individual made you smile.

An odd duck, Riddle had said, and you knew it was a figure of speech, but remembering your first encounter with the older boy, that was not the animal that came to mind.

It reminded you more of a hunting feline

“Whoa. That dude's like a glitter bomb in human form.”

You did not venture to bring up the subject, but following Ace's statement you found yourself wondering if he was talking about Rook, Vil, or the lovely boy who was with them.

To your eyes they all shone. They were almost blinding if you looked at them too much.

In fact, however, everyone in this dormitory was incredibly beautiful.

You were distant from the trio, so you didn't understand what they were talking about, but you were pretty sure Rook had noticed you.

You were also sure from what you knew about him that he was the person you needed for your plan to begin.

When the others nodded at the idea that he probably would not be the target and that it was best to keep looking you took a step back, announcing that you would stay there a little longer and join them as soon as you finished.

You also warned them to let you know their location, the last time you had split up you had found them again by sheer luck .

They didn't ask why you wanted to stay behind, just a few uncertain glances, but Riddle asked you in turn to let them know when you were finished doing what you had to do.

Rook's smile had widened slightly when he had seen you approach them; you were about to speak, but his Roi de Poison anticipated you

“Has anyone ever told you that it's rude to show up uninvited?”

You tilted your head, and smiled faintly

“I am aware of that, but I have a very good reason for doing so, so I hope you will excuse my rudeness.”

A few minutes of silence had passed in which you and Vil simply stared at each other, as if you were having a conversation behind closed doors before the Housewarden sighed and you took a seat in one of the lounge chairs.

“I'll only take a few minutes of your time” you took a sigh “In the first place I have to apologize, I may have made some of your housemates uncomfortable, but you should let them know that not all wrongs are dealt with at Duel, also … I may have told them that we are friends and implied to them that if they really tried to duel with me you might be offended…I apologize for bringing you into that conversation…but that's not why I'm disturbing your…tea time” you turned your gaze straight to Rook ” Could you help me find someone? ”

You did not doubt Cater's ability to find information, the info he had retrieved about the Spelldrive players was plenty and well curated, but you needed something else.

From what little you knew about him, Rook always seemed to know what was going on, and the words he told you later were just confirmation of that

“Am I to assume it's about the recent incidents of Spelldrive players?”

He had squinted his eyes and smiled, like a cat who found a funny game in another situation his actions would have made you hugely uncomfortable, but in that case, that was the answer you wanted.

With Rook's help it was very easy to find the information you needed, you were so happy you almost bounced on the spot.

You thanked Rook and apologized again to the other two for interrupting their tea time - or whatever they were doing

Vil excused you, reminding you about your previous appointment which you smiled about because there was no way you would forget something like that

( He didn't need to know that you had mentioned it to Yuu only a few hours earlier).

He also let you know that he would inform Jack to be careful-thus letting you know that he too was a Spelldrive player for Savana Claw-if that was okay with you, which you thanked him for, since you had not yet had a chance to meet your childhood friend.

Back in the Hall of Mirror you were elated, you wanted to stay grounded but it was really hard to do that.

You had asked Rook who he thought might have the most interest in winning even by playing dirty. He had given you a few names, some even from his own dormitory, but he also pointed out that many of them didn't have the skills to not get caught if they tried to cheat

When you asked if there were any really difficult players to beat it was Vil who replied

“Diasomnia Housewarden. The Headmaster even proposed to induct him into the hall of fame, so that the gamefield would be even. We rejected it.”

That was important information, crucial in a way, and you were grateful Vil shared it.

If this Malleus was that good you had no doubt he would be a likely target, but it wasn't just that.

“Who suffered most from his presence on the field?”

It was the little boy who answered you, although maybe he really wasn't? He had whispered a “Savana Claw” that you had had trouble understanding, and you were sitting next to him.

Both Vil and Rook, however, had heard it, you knew it from the rising edges of Rook's lips and Vil's side-eye, but neither of them denied the statement

“Roi de Leon has really been terribly unlucky. The last few years Savana Claw has always been matched against Diasomnia, and they have always lost” he had shaken his head, almost sighing ” A real shame.”

“Leona though is the one who first opposed the Headmaster idea” nodded to the information.

Now that you had a somewhat broader picture of the situation you needed only to ascertain a couple more things: the components of the Spelldrive teams , with a focus on Savana Claw, and their Unique Magic.

Vil had told you that the teams' rosters had been delivered to Octavinelle's Housewarden -- Trein and Crewel had also mentioned his name to you that morning actually -- but that you needed to be very careful about what you told him

That had scared you a little bit. If you had to pay attention to the words you used did it mean that this student was a fae? Because otherwise you couldn't explain all the attention you had to pay to what you were saying.

But from what you understood the Fae attended Diasomnia Dorm, which made sense if that was the Maleficent-inspired Dorm.

Octavinelle was the Sea Witch's Dorm, you didn't see the connection between the two

( It had completely escaped your mind how famous the Sea Witch was for her pacts and her way of bending the rules.)

Just before you passed through the portal to that dormitory a message from Cay alerted you to how Riddle was returning to do his 'Housewarden duties' while the rest of them headed to the Savana Claw Dorm

You replied that you were almost finished and would meet them there.

You were really relieved there was Cater with the others, at least that way you avoided worrying about the possible trouble the whole early years gang could get into,

It was a given that Octavinelle Dorm was underwater, but you hadn't given it a second thought.

As you passed through the portal you felt yourself run out of air for a few moments and your body stiffen for a few moments before you realized that you were back to breathing normally.

You asked where you could find the Housewarden, and despite a few odd looks, worried perhaps, some students directed you to what was the Mostro Lounge

It looked like a nice place, but the lights were off so you assumed it was closed.

Too bad you couldn't wait until opening time :you knocked a couple of times before a guy who didn't look much older than you came to open the door.

He was…particularly elegant, and definitely exuded a certain aura, but it was nowhere near the aura of Mister Fae or that of Maleficent ( or even that of Frau Grimihilde or Madame Tremaine)

Perhaps, if you hadn't had so much contact with the Fae, the person in front of you might have intimidated you, after all, he seemed like someone who always knew what to say- knew what he wanted-but unfortunately for him you were used to being around people who gave off a certain aura so his presence didn't intimidate you as much as it might have.

In fact, he didn't even intimidate you, but he definitely seemed like someone who demanded a certain amount of respect

“I regret to inform you that the Monster Lounge is not yet open. I must inv-”

“It doesn't matter. I'm looking for Azul…I was told to come here…?”

He had looked at you, scrutinized you, before letting you in, with a smile you could only describe as polite.

The lights were dim, but they gave off enough light to admire the place: the Mostro Lounge really looked like a classy place, you would have loved to come here-if it wasn't underwater of course.

“Allow me to introduce myself,” his voice was faux-sweet, faux-gentle, as if he wanted to set a tone and at the same time appear a certain way ”I am Azul Ashengrotto. I am Octavinelle's Housewarden and the head of the Mostro Lounge.”

You passed the Lounge to cross the threshold of what used to be the V.I.P. Room-that's what the plaque on the door said-but you were convinced it was Azul's study.

The Lounge was elegant, but this room did not even look like it was part of the school (it looked more like the presidency than the presidency).

He sat down on one of the sofas, inviting you to do the same.

“How can I help you? Do you needs help with the upcoming final exams because….”

“Oh, nothing like that” You didn't know why he thought you needed help with exams, but perhaps it was a request he was often asked "My grades are pretty good, but thanks for the offer."

“Then how can I help you? I'll make sure to be as helpful as I can.” His smile was friendly and you could read a glimmer of interest in his gaze.

It was the first real thing you sensed about him.

“I've been told you have the roaster of the Spelldrive team” you mirrored his smile, tilting your head slightly as he nodded slowly ” I need them.”

Auzul seemed taken aback for a few seconds, before coming back to hi senses

“May I know why do you need them?”

“You may not” Vil's warnings had not left your mind for a moment ”So? Can I have them?”

He looked at you, adjusting his glasses, before replying

“You have to understand” the friendly tone had slipped slightly, giving way to a more serious tone ” They're my responsibility, I can't just give them to you just because you need them. Furthermore I don't even know what you're going to do once you have them. What if you cast a spell on them?”

Oh sure, who knows you might have decided to set them on fire. What a great loss

“Let's say it's confidential information.” You saw his smile sharpen,you had captured his interest .

Now you had to hope that was enough

Omake Vil had had to modify his skin routine that evening. He was absolutely irritated. Not only had you not looked him in the eye as you informed him of the unbecoming behavior engaged in by his dorm mates, but you also seemed extremely embarrassed at having him--you thought--indirectly involved.

Why? He didn't understand. It was his job to intervene in such cases; you had done well.

You thought he did not want to be associated with you. That was the only solution.

And it irritated him.

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nomatterwhatnomatterwhere · 3 months ago

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First of all: the pinterest boards is NOT unnecessary...is for...organization purpose... to... give the vibe... to actually see the vision of the character come togheter

Second of all: Why did you have to come at me like this?! THAT is unnecessary

( I don't need somebody other than me to tell me I should be writing)

Pinning to my completely unnecessary pinterest boards for my characters instead of actually writing them for the 1399853899492 time.

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What a ( Not so) Strange World XV

A. N: …I really don't know what to say this time. It's not that I don't like the chapter eh, let's be clear, it's just that nothing extremely relevant really happens, it's obvious that it's a passing chapter, and I don't know how to feel about it.

Having said that, I hope you guys don't mind anyway, so let me know what you think.

Soo until next time?

Gotta dig a little Deeper (Is what I'm hearing)

PartXIV PartXVI

Heartslabyul was certainly a peculiar place, and everything, from the colours to the décor to the division of space made it quite clear who the inspiration behind the dormitory was.

You weren't sure if the Queenie you knew and the Queen of Hearts of this world were exactly the same person - you hadn't had time to read the book about the Great Seven yet - but you were pretty sure Queenie would have liked it.

( There were too few red roses around, but she wouldn't have been too unhappy. Maybe she would have had more clocks added).

Who she certainly wouldn't have appreciated was Frau Grimhilde: you could very distinctly hear her voice lamenting the tackiness and general untidiness of the place.

(Still better than Madame Tremaine, who refused to even comment on the bad taste of Wonderland's ruler).

In spite of everything, however, you would have agreed with Frau Grimhilde on one thing: the place was extremely confusing, and you would not have been able to live there.

You didn't know how much of this could be considered the fault - or merit - of the great sense of organisation that had distinguished your guardians, in both worlds, but being a student at Heartslabyul would have tested your patience - more than two dormitory freshmen were already doing, that is.

You could certainly appreciate its uniqueness, but between crooked stairs that went up and didn't come down,and stairs that went down and didn't come up, hallway floors that turned out to be walls that turned out to be ceilings, yep, that place made you seasick

(Not to mention all the crooked furniture - in the very structure - that you had seen).

In your - desperate - search for Riddle, you had managed to come across a group of students whom you asked where you could find Riddle.

"He's a little bit busy right now, with all the preparation for the tournament, but he should be here soon... Um...would you mind waiting in the common room? Maybe?"

You accepted the offer, as long as someone walked you to the Lounge Room because you were sure you'd get lost.

"Yeah, I get it, some first years still get lost. But it used to be even worse"

"Oh don't remind me! Till last year there were some horrible direction signs: they had the oddest direction, like, the one for the maze was ‘that way’ but every tuesday it changed to ‘the other way’ "

"The Housewarden decided to remove them because everyone would get lost and end up being late for class. But yeah, it's still a little tricky"

They had been very kind, offering tea and biscuits, albeit outside the time recommended by the rules, because Riddle wouldn't have been angry, not about that, not any more

You were happy to hear that the situation with Riddle was more relaxed, to hear his classmates talk about him so lightly was heartening: they were seeing how hard he was working to improve.

The students who had accompanied you had stayed with you for a while, but then had to excuse themselves to go to their activities, but had left you in the care of the students who were studying there in the hall

At first you had refused, saying that it wasn't really necessary, after all you were just waiting for Riddle, but they had replied that it wasn't a burden at all and then they owed you one.

( You didn't really understand what they owed you, you didn't feel like you had done anything to win their trust, even during the Overblot.

You had no idea how obvious it was how comfortable Riddle felt with you, how he was physically more relaxed, but it had been obvious to them from the first time they had seen you interact with their Housewarden: you were somehow cut from the same cloth)

Eleven minutes and 37 seconds had passed - if you had read the pendulum clock on the wall correctly - when Riddle entered the lounge room with a slightly worried expression and tense shoulders.

He wasn't the first one to enter the room looking like that, actually: a couple of guys had come in a little earlier with a rather dejected attitude, but you hadn't given them much thought; they'd come in to say something to some of their friends and then they'd all left together.

Now that you thought about it though, maybe you should have paid more attention.

The redhead's attitude relaxed slightly as you smiled as you met his gaze.

You hadn't missed the doubtful look he'd given the almost empty cup of tea you held in your hands, but you hadn't missed the moment he'd stopped himself from saying something about it either

( He had looked like a goldfish to you, he was adorable)

"I was told you were looking for me. What can I help you with?"

"Hmm" you nodded, getting up from the small couch - much more comfortable than Ramshackle's, you should have asked Crewel where they bought dorm supplies while you were at it - cup in hand as you looked around for where you could put it " I wanted to ask you for a copy of the schedule for the tournament, I know you Housewardens had an organisational meeting"

He nodded as he took the cup from your hands, tapping twice on the saucer: the cup was gone.

You doubted it had really disappeared into thin air, it was still part of a set: it was more likely to have been transported elsewhere. It was an interesting application, you hadn't felt any magic coming from the object, so whoever had cast that spell must have had an intangible magic trace

"It is common custom to tap the object twice once you have finished using it" Riddle told you bringing you back to reality, he must have seen how you were studying his hands " this way it is directed to the most suitable place, in this case the kitchen sink"

Oh. So the dishes washed themselves? Or, as there was a kitchen sink, there were cleaning shifts? In Ramshackle it was you and Yuu who did the dishes, but because A) Yuu couldn't use magic B) you were convinced the magic in that dorm was ‘exhausted’ so you hadn't even tried

‘’The schedule will be posted on the noticeboard in each dormitory, in the cafeteria, and on the main school noticeboard starting tomorrow. I'm not sure it will also be distributed in the classroom, I'm not in charge of that, but I think I have a few extra copies I can give you."

Riddle had felt almost a little guilty answering the question you'd come for: you were reflecting on the vanishing spell you'd just seen - you'd whispered something very similar to ‘magic trace’ and ‘cleaning rounds and in doing so you'd assumed a small, but adorable, pout.

You must have loved magic, given how committed you were to understanding the concepts and reasoning behind a single spell, but as interesting as that sight was, he still had to ensure Trey's condition,

"That would be awesome. Also" you moved closer to Riddle than he expected,"There's something I'd like to talk with you. Would that be possible?"

"If you don't mind coming with me to check on Trey...’"

You had already started moving when Riddle had mentioned the older boy, and your alarm bells had started ringing

"What do you mean ‘check on Trey’? Has something happened?"

Riddle had tensed his shoulders and, albeit for a single moment, had lowered his head before answering

"‘He....tripped over the stairs....It's my fault."

"Not everything that happens is your fault" you were dead serious as you said it, you didn't want Riddle to go back to feeling responsible for someone else's actions too, it wasn't healthy at all

"But this time it is. I was the one who was tripping, Trey just...tried to help me"

Your bells were ringing louder

"I know it's a strange question, but um are you in the Spelldrive Team perhaps?"

He studied you for a moment

"Is this somehow related to what you wanted to discuss earlier?"

You let out a small sigh: Riddle was really sharp.

You informed him of what Crowley and the injured students had said.

‘It really seems that someone is targeting the players so... “the redhead sighed heavily, shaking his head ” I made their job easier"

At his statement you raised an eyebrow: sure, you felt sorry for Trey who had been the victim of a very bad prank that you hoped hadn't hurt him too much, but you couldn't see how Riddle could have made whoever was responsible's job easier... unless

"Is Trey also on the team?"

"One of the best."

Now you understood: it didn't matter which one got hurt, the important thing was that someone got injured.

Ahh. Despicable person. Whoever it was, it was despicable.

Entering Trey's room, you realised there were more people than you expected, with Grim having jumped up at the sight of ‘ragin Riddle’.

As Riddle also told them how the accident had happened you couldn't help but notice the crutches at the side of the bed; you really hoped that Trey hadn't been hurt too badly, but apparently your wishes hadn't been granted.

( You also noticed the can of tuna , a gift surely from Grim, and that made you smile slightly: the little weasel was not so tactless perhaps.

Maybe you too could have brought something next time).

Once out of the room, you all headed for the Lounge where Yuu also informed the others of what the Headmaster had said

"I knew it. Grim coming by for a get-well visit? That's just plain sus."

"I mean... he brought a get-well tuna as a gift? Doesn't that count?" you whispered, making the older boy giggle.

"I must admit that I found the circumstances odd as well. I've had Cater looking into it for me."

You gave Riddle a dirty look which he ignored, but which had certainly not gone unnoticed by the others, who, however, had no idea what it was due to

Ace suspected that, as when you had slapped him, Riddle had also said something that had struck your delicate nerves.

( You should have hit him too, then, you were being unfair!)

Cater had also had a similar thought, knowing you, something must have happened between you and Riddle that had led you to take offence

Deuce was a little worried: that was the same dirty look he and Ace got from you every time they did something stupid, but Riddle didn't seem the type to do something like that

Yuu had been the only one to notice how Riddle had deliberately avoided your gaze during the entire conversation

"You think someone is causin' accident to take out threats from the tournament?"

"The whole world will be watching. A good performance can make a player's whole career. It's no surprise that someone would resort to underhanded methods to even the odds"

"Sure but it doesn't make much sense. I mean you'd know if you got pushed off the stairs by a gust of wind magic or somethin', right?"

You nodded to what Cater said

"I mean, if someone had cast any kind of spell, someone should have seen it? No?"

"The culprit can tell us all about it when we capture him. And we intend to help you do that"

That statement made Grim suspicious, while it made you smile at Adeuce's shamelessness in trying to take the place left by Trey.

On the way to the Hall of Mirrors you stood back, a little behind the group, glancing at the information Cater had gathered: you had no idea how he had gathered all that information in such a short time, but knowing him, Cay was a resourceful guy.

You weren't sure if RIddle's plan completely convinced you, what if while you were tracking one of the possible targets, the culprit had already hit someone else? What if your being a big group on the lookout for something had made you take notice of the culprit himself?

You didn't want to think about that.

But you had to, you doubted that this quest would trigger another Overblot, but considering the strange incidents, it was pretty obvious you'd all put yourselves in danger if the culprit realised you were investigating.

It was only when you crossed the borders of Pomefiore that a little alternative plan began to take shape in your mind.

You just had to hope for the best, which was as much as to say, considering the precedents

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Well, for me, it depends on a lot of little things like how much inspired I am, or how am I feeling in that moment and other thing like that.

Having said that, I have to force the dopamine to kick in - otherwise I KNOW I'll be stuck doing absolutely nothing. Sometimes it takes just a cup of my favorite tea to get me started; sometimes I have to scroll on socialmedia ( mostly pinterest) until I found somethings that catch my attention enough to inspire me; sometimes I listen to music until I found THAT song that has the ✨️inspirational/aesthetic ✨️ that just clicks with me.

There's probably a lot more, but that's all I could think of.

Do any of the adhd writer girlies know wtf you do when your brain just sorta goes black hole on you? When you sit down to write, not hating it at all, but then you can’t create something from the nothing at all? It’s not a block exactly, bc there’s not a thing in the way, but there’s no generative force.

Feels like all the advice is either geared towards the sort of person who can just make themselves write, or isn’t relevant to this kind of situation. I know how it feels, but I can’t work out a way to fix it at all.

#adhd stuff #adult adhd #writers on tumblr #writer problems #adhd problems

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Is not like they HAVE to sucks, but they do. Because a first draft is like the box where you put all of the stuff you don't have a place for, yet, and so it looks horrible, but when you start to organize it you'll probably find out that all that stuff didn't really suck as much as you thought

I hate writing first drafts because I know they have to suck but I just want them to be good the first time which sends me down a rabbit hole of not being able to write anything for weeks

FUCK

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Uhm...it was unexpected, but I'm not really complaining

Also, thanks for the tag 🥰

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Consider yourself tagged if you are reading this:

Make this picrew of yourself

Take this uquiz (How Fandom Would See You If You Were A Fictional Character)

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What a (Not so) Strange World XIV

A.N : Surprise surprise! Double Update!

This was supposed to be my New Year Present but I'm slow and I couldn't get it done on time, sorry. Still, hope you like it anyway

Things are Never (Exactly) as they Seem

PartXIII PartXV

"T-this is t-the worst day of my pathetic life!"

You nodded, stroking the little monster's head, a little confused by what had just happened

You were looking for a table to sit at, a table where there were possibly people you knew, since your friends Yuu and the Problem Child ™ had not shown up yet.

This worried you a little, but given the confusion that day you might not have seen them in the crowd,

You hadn't seen Trey or Cater either. You thought you caught sight of Rook's hat, but when you turned around to take a closer look, you noticed that there was nothing there. You'd seen your brusque classmate - in fact you should have asked him his name - but he was sitting next to the fae from last time, and you had no intention of approaching him.

So you were alone. At lunch. Standing between tables. Like a lost child.

You were about to head out, to eat in the courtyard, if a good soul had not asked you to sit with him and his friend, which you accepted for two absolutely valid reasons

1) you did not want to eat alone 2)you really thought it was difficult for someone to say no to Kalim

The boy had introduced himself and his friend - Jamil - as soon as you sat down and he certainly made an impression.

He talked so much that Jamil occasionally had to remind him to stop for food, but everything he said sounded sincere. It was strange, you couldn't sense any kind of malice from him, which was odd since almost all the students you knew always looked like they never did anything for nothing.

Kalim's presence was almost blinding.

Jamil on the other hand... he was, set, in a way it was like he was holding back. It was a subtle thing, and he probably meant both what he said and what he did, but there was always something, a small thing, that indicated that maybe he wasn't comfortable.

It definitely made you wonder, since from what Kalim had said the two of them had known each other since they were children: with someone you've known for so long, you shouldn't feel uncomfortable.

Despite everything it had been a quiet lunch: both were pleasant company, Kalim was perhaps a little noisy for your taste, but nothing like Grim and the Problem Children.

You had been a little shocked when Kalim had invited you to their dormitory, they had parties every now and then and you were sure to have a good time, and you absolutely had to try Jamil's cooking, if the canteen's was good his was absolutely delicious.

He probably would have continued to sing the praises of Scarabia and Jamil if the latter had not dragged him away, perhaps a little embarrassed by the compliments, to go to class.

With excellent timing, actually, you would see Yuu approach the table and the rest of the group follow, with an absolutely devastated Grim

"I can barely choke down my lunch."

Yuu filled you in on what had happened, and indeed it was strange that Grim, jealous and touchy, had traded his deluxe grilled cheese for a hot dog bun. It was suspiciously strange.

But Yuu had said that in spite of everything Grim had actually agreed to make the swap.

When the little monster tried to take some of Deuce's pasta you slipped him one of the egg sandwiches you'd taken for them, he hadn't even thanked you, but you doubted he'd noticed what he was eating.

He was drowning his discontent in food

You didn't feel like going to the Headmaster, not least because if he wanted to talk about the Overblot issue, you'd already had all the information you could get, but you supposed that after all the insults you'd hurled at him about his incompetence it would be hypocritical of you not to introduce yourself once the Headmaster was actually behaving like a serious adult.

You'd also appreciated his little lesson on ‘what an Overblot is’, but all the respect he'd gotten from you - so very little, Trein and Crewel had been much more specific - had been lost when Yuu had asked if he'd found a way to bring them home

"I have been diligently searching for one, of course. I have certainly not forgotten! It is merely that I've been quite busy of late"

"Your eyes got all shifty all of a sudden"

After explaining that he was busy with organising the Spelldrive Tournament Yuu had obviously asked what Spelldrive was and the two Heartslabyul students seemed totally shocked.

That made you wonder how much they knew about Yuu's situation: you knew they were from another world, a world without magic, it was pretty obvious they would have no idea what the Spelldrive was, yet those two seemed to have completely forgotten about it

"Dude...You've never heard of Spelldrive?!"

Your sour self was ready to answer that stupid question in the most sarcastic tone you had, but you bit your tongue. It wasn't worth fighting with Ace over something so stupid.

Watching Grim's dreams of glory go up in smoke had been equally brutal and funny, brutal because Crowley could have been a little more tactful in telling the weasel that he couldn't take part in the tournament, funny because you had a distinctly broken sense of humour and the little monster's expression as he understood what he had been told made you laugh

This was not exactly his lucky day

Back in Ramshackle he had done nothing but sigh, so much so that the dorm ghosts had decided to play with him to lift his spirits.

You, meanwhile, had started to sort out the things you had in your room, so that you could finally move back to your original room. You didn't have much, really, and you were a little sorry to leave and leave Yuu and Grim in that basement.

Your plans for the ‘move’ came to a halt when you heard Crowley's voice on the floor below, so you decided to go downstairs.

Maybe he was about to tell Yuu that he had found a way to send them home.

You kind of hoped, selfishly, you'd feel less guilty about leaving the dormitory if the dormitory wasn't occupied - ghosts aside - Grim could have come to sleep in your room, because even though he had his own bed he always slept in Yuu's bed, and once you got home, the weasel would ‘inherit’ your room

(After all, you didn't entirely belong to this world either).

Unfortunately for you, Crowley had not come to bring good news; in fact, he was bringing bad news.

"Oh? You DO recall that I have never promised to cover the living expenses you've been racking up, yes?"

That, in your - and Grim's - humble opinion, was nothing less than blackmail.

It was the worst form of blackmail you could use, especially against a person who had not exactly come for a holiday, someone who had been transported here...

You took a big sigh.

You would have discussed it with Trein and Crewel. Maybe even with the RSC Headmaster if necessary.

This was full-on child exploitation, unions existed in this world, so why weren't they intervening?

You swallowed your discontent to focus on what the child exploiter was saying, and for an arrogant egomaniac, the fact that he was asking to investigate the strange incidents that were taking place earned him points

(Although he should have been investigating, or at least some competent authority, not a person without magic and a weasel without any tact)

Yuu was in no position to refuse, and Grim had been bought off by the promise of participating in the tournament.

You realised that perhaps your luggage would be better off staying where it was: you had a feeling you'd be staying in the dormitory a while longer, at least until this whole thing was over.

It was just a matter of security (you didn't need an excuse to stay, absolutely not)

Armed with great patience, you and Yuu followed an excited Grim towards the infirmary, in search of the students who had been injured in the accident.

The guys from Heartslabyul had been very friendly in explaining what had happened, while those from Pomefiore had been much more defensive.

Probably because Grim was too direct, you could understand why the two of them were upset. What you couldn't understand was why they couldn't resolve the situation with words, without bringing up magic duels

"And you're here to ... what, rub salt in my wound? We throw down the gauntlet! Duel us!"

"Gentlemen" you interrupted before Grim could actually get into a duel with the two " I don't think that a Duel is a good idea. It's against the rule, isn't it? And I'm sure you don't want to explain to your Housewarden why you broke the rules. I also don't think Vil would take too kindly to the fact that you may have attacked a friend of his."

"And why should we believe-"

"I can call him right now, if you want’ you said taking the phone ’ Althought I wouldn't want to bother him if he's busy, but if you insist-"

"No, no, it's not necessary"

You had breathed a sigh of relief, you didn't really want to call Vil either, but you would if it was necessary

"Ne, that was a great bluff" complimented Grim once you had left the classroom "Although the great Grim could have defeated them very well in a duel"

You chuckled, as Yuu shook their head

"Well, thank you, Grim, but it wasn't really a bluff " the weasel shuddered heavily.

"So you really do know their Housewarden"

"Hmm, I'd say we're friends, in a couple of days we'll meet for a cup of tea. He's a nice person, though rather... direct. When I was younger I used to fear him a bit, he used to say things like ‘You'll get a hump if you don't straighten your back’ or ‘You should look at people's eyes when you talk to them'."

"That doesn't sound nice, nu-uh."

Grim looked rather annoyed, probably, unlike Yuu, he hadn't noticed the small smile you had while talking about this Vil.

They had noticed it right away, how comfortable you looked talking about this friend of yours, plus you were actually talking about yourself, so Yuu wouldn't have complained

"You're right, he doesn't look it, but I assure you he does. It's just his way of showing that he cares. Maybe you could come too when we meet? I can ask him."

You weren't sure Vil would appreciate unexpected guests, but having talked about it in front of them, it was rude not to ask Yuu - and Grim by osmosis - if they didn't want to come as well

At some point you separated, Yuu and Grim returned to Ramshackle while you headed for the Hall of Mirror, destination Heartslabyul, so you could ask Riddle about the schedule for the tournament and perhaps inform him to watch out for possible suspicious incidents.

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What a (Not so) Strange World XIII

A.N: Guess who's back after ages of writer's block? Yeah, me. You guessed right.

I don't really know what to say except that I'm a little sorry it took me so long to uptdate again. I'm only a little sorry because hey, not really my fault I didn't know what - or how to - write.

Soo, yeah, I hope you like this chapter, as always let me know what you think

Once (When) You get It Down

PartXII Yuu's Interlude PartXIV

Morning had come much slower than you had hoped, probably because the night that had just passed had seemed interminable.

You weren't quite sure how long you had slept, certainly not the healthy and therefore recommended eight hours, but all in all your two - maybe three - hours of sleep weren't bad either.

The events of the last few days had certainly taken their toll.

Riddle's Overblot had been something frightening. Scary because you had never seen such an outburst, especially a magical outburst.

But it wasn't just that that had frightened you, no

It had frightened you how your body seemed not to respond to your commands, you had Yuu's reflexes to thank for the fact that the worst injury you suffered was a simple cut and not a head injury or worse.

The worst thing, however, had been feeling completely at the mercy of events, a mere spectator of a grotesque spectacle.

Then came the anger: at the Headmaster who had failed to intervene when he should have, at Ace who seemed to make every situation worse even when it seemed humanly impossible, at yourself, who had been useless.

All that had made it impossible for you to sleep, no matter how much you tossed and turned in bed.

You'd close your eyes for a few minutes, look as if you were about to sleep, and then a rosebush would come in your direction, and you'd suddenly open your eyes wide, sweaty and out of breath.

You had stared at the ceiling for what had seemed like an eternity, hoping you would be able to rest, if only out of sheer exhaustion, but after a while you had given up hope.

You had gone downstairs, careful not to wake the other two tenants of the ‘mansion’ - Grim could get into a foul mood if he didn't get enough sleep - to make yourself a chamomile tea or warm milk, in the hope of getting some sleep.

But no matter how much chamomile tea you might ingest, the adrenalin or whatever else was coursing through your veins at that moment prevented you from falling asleep.

You decided to take a walk.

It was a bad habit you had picked up from Maleficent, walking during sleepless nights, the fae never seemed to sleep.

She said that at night you could enjoy the sounds of the world or something, you weren't very good at reading her subtexts.

Frau Grimihilde and Lady Tremaine openly despised this choice of yours to wander wherever you happened to be when you couldn't get to sleep, rather it was preferable to read

Trein also recommended it, probably because those very few times you saw him awake in the middle of the night, he was holed up in his studio reading.

Crewel worked on the new collections, it was fun to watch because sometimes you saw him fiddling with fabrics on mannequins with a face mask on.

Even if you had felt like reading something, you didn't feel like Ramshackle had much to offer, there were the books you had taken from the library, but you were supposed to read those with all the attention you could muster, not to get to sleep, so walk it was.

It was short-lived however, Lucius had seen you and must have reported it to Trein, for when you returned to the dormitory you found the man sitting rather stiffly on the only sofa from which the dust had come off.

You didn't know what the cat was doing awake, and you honestly didn't care much at the time, the fact remains that it could have avoided telling Trein, as a personal favour for the snacks you gave it, that is.

Talking to Trein had been liberating, you felt a little more relaxed, maybe it was also the effect of the walk, but once back in bed, you had finally managed to sleep.

When you had opened your eyes you realised that the sun had not yet risen but you still couldn't get to sleep.

You went down to the ground floor again, sitting down on the couch on which you had found Trein a few hours earlier, with a candle nearby so that you could read the book you had started reading in the library while you and Yuu and the three Probelm Child ™ ambushed Trein.

The candlelight had soon given way to the sunlight that was beginning to rise.

You had finished that book, you probably could have returned it the same day.

You had started reading Enchantment's Basic, Vol III, How to Break a Curse before you got up from the couch to start preparing for the day, even though you honestly didn't feel much like going out and interacting with other people.

In fact, the mere idea of having to share space with Heartslabyul's two first-years made you extremely anxious to call in sick for the entire semester.

The situation in their dorm seemed to have calmed down, from what you could tell, but you and Ace hadn't cleared up your awkward situation.

Awkward not because you were embarrassed about what happened, and you assumed he felt the same way, no, it was awkward because the tension between you was visible to those around you, making them uncomfortable.

You didn't feel guilty at all for hitting him, he deserved it, and you assumed he didn't feel guilty about what he said to you either, but you didn't like the idea of putting others, especially Yuu, in an unpleasant situation.

You didn't want to force anyone to choose sides, but you were too proud to apologise.

Why would you apologise for something you didn't regret?! Why would you take a step back when you were convinced you were in the right?

(Maybe you weren't 100 % right, but that didn't mean Ace wasn't at fault too, and you certainly wouldn't have apologised first, you wouldn't have given that blowhard Ace that satisfaction).

So, to avoid starting the day badly you decided to make breakfast and go out, maybe you could have returned the book you had just finished to the library, maybe you could have had breakfast with Trein and Crewel.

Before you left, you left Yuu a note so that they wouldn't worry about not seeing you around Ramshackle.

Besides, it wasn't as if you were a part of Ramshackle: sure, Crowley had oh so kindly put you up in that dilapidated dormitory, but you had a room set aside for you in the staff wing, you hadn't even been assigned one of the bands to indicate which dormitory you belonged to.

You had decided to stay just one night, because you didn't feel like leaving Yuu - and Grim - alone in that building that looked like it was about to fall apart at any moment, it didn't seem safe at all. Then Ace had arrived to ask - demand - asylum, and you certainly weren't going to leave the two of them with that obnoxious and rude guy. Then Deuce had joined in, because Trey knew Ace needed a babysitter. Then had come all the problems concerning Riddle, and you certainly couldn't have left Ramshackle just when Yuu needed help the most.

It had all been a chain of events that had caused you to stay in the dormitory longer than you had anticipated, but now you had no moral obligation to stay there

That didn't mean they'd get rid of you, those two together made a fifth of a neuron, and together with Grim they were prone to getting into trouble, no, they still needed someone to be the voice of reason and it was pretty obvious who would get that role.

It meant that you would avoid starting your day seeing the face of someone who made you nervous even when they were breathing

Unfortunately you hadn't managed to have breakfast with any of your tutors, having met them as they were making their entrance into the Lecturers' Hall, but in return you had a pleasant chat with them during which you also managed to extract from them some information about the Overblots.

"There is little to no information about Overblots" began Trein, taking on that tone he assumed when he started talking about a controversial but for that very reason interesting topic " It's something that gets rarely talked about in books, it's considered more like a Taboo or a story to make children behave than an actual “disease” if you will. It isn't easy to explain what really is an Overblot when we don't understand the depths of what may cause one."

"It's probably been ages since the last known Overblot, and it's not like we're getting any more information from the research that's been done" Crewel had interrupted Trein, from whom he got a dirty look, having probably relived his student days "We know that an Overblot is caused by an excessive presence of “blot”... Do you know what a ‘blot’ is, Pup?"

"It's an uhm... like a ‘side effect’ of using magic, sort of?"

You saw the two men exchange a look you weren't quite clear on the meaning of, before Trein intervened

"You could call it a ‘side effect’ if it wasn't something you'd expect to happen, but you're not entirely wrong: it's something that happens when you use magic, it's a portion of magic that goes ‘waste’ when you cast a spell"

"So an Overblot is just an over-accumulation of blot?" you heard Crewel mask a laugh, but they both nodded.

They explained that the ‘blot’ was not something permanent, that with enough rest the chances of an Overblot were reduced, but an Overblot happened when both a build-up of blot and negative emotions occurred.

All of which had left you with more questions than answers than you had hoped for.

Questions that probably weren't going to be answered any time soon, you couldn't find useful information in books, and the idea of asking Riddle wasn't the best one: you doubted he wanted to talk about it, you didn't even know if he was ready to, and he certainly deserved a rest from what had happened.

Before you left to start classes Crewel suggested you enquire about the Spelldrive Tournament programme, it might be fun, distracting you for a while, and Trein seemed to be of the same mind too

They let you know that the Housewarden would be meeting later to discuss it, so maybe you could ask one of them about the schedule, but if you wanted to be even more sure you could talk to the Head of the tournament planning committee, Azul Ashengrotto, the Housewarden of Octavinelle.

You made a mental note to yourself, you had briefly talked to Neige about meeting for that very event, so maybe it was worth knowing what you were up against.

You knew what Spelldrive was, you didn't follow it, didn't really care, nor had you ever attended a live meeting, but you knew it was a pretty famous event, so you figured there would be a lot of people there, and having an idea of what to do and see made it easier, you thought.

The day passed relatively quickly, that is, except for the PE lesson.

Seriously, you didn't know what was wrong with that lesson, but time always seemed to stretch and you lived five minutes as if they were five hours, it was ridiculous.

(The problem with the lesson was your absolute rejection as well as your inability to put one foot in front of the other without the risk of falling. If you didn't fall you would bump into someone because you were looking at the ground to see where you put your feet so you wouldn't trip and do damage. But you were doing damage anyway)

You arrived at the Cafeteria grateful that you didn't get lost in the corridors, but as soon as you walked through the entrance you realised maybe you really should consider making some bento, because the crowds jostling for food was something truly beastly - with all the respect you could have for beastmen.

Seriously, people were pushing, throwing things, jumping the queue, grabbing things and running away.

(In your head you could clearly hear Lady Tremaine's voice calling them all worse than animals because "even animals in their natural environment are more graceful than they are").

Luckily for you, one of the ghosts had caught your confused - and perhaps even a little disgusted - expression and explained that once a month the bakery out of town served their goods

"That's... good to know, I guess."

You had debated for a while whether or not to take something for the others, whose shadow you had not yet spotted.

You had taken two chocolate croissants, one for you and one for Yuu, but once you took something for them it was only fair to take something for Grim too, the little weasel might then start complaining in that shrill little voice of his. But if you had taken something for Grim too, you would have had to take something for Deuce and Ace too!

Ace was luckily able to decide for himself what he wanted at the cafeteria!

But if he was, so were the others....

The ghost who was serving you had never seen anyone so disgusted as you took three egg sandwiches and two croissants

Omake

"I think we should get her a magic pen, or at least a mana stone " was what Crewel had said to Trein shortly after their conversation with you

Having a mana stone was not something absolutely necessary, there were many magicians who could cast spells even without a magic pen, you were one of them.

You didn't need a catalyst to use your magic, but the more he thought about it the more Crewel realised that you had no way to see the blots of your magic.

‘I'll have to call some friends, but I can take care of that.’

See, Trein's answer caught Crewel rather by surprise.

It made sense that someone like Crewel, who worked in fashion anyway, would have similar connections, but Trein, whose only skill was putting people to sleep, how did he ... you know what, he didn't want to know.

Ignorance is a blessing

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nomatterwhatnomatterwhere · 4 months ago

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I'm writing stuff , multiple stuff if I'm being honest, and not only is none of them going where I want them to go, but I don't even know where they are going or where they wanna go .Like ya know? Sometimes the stories just do what they want and you just go with the flow. But the fact that I don't really know what to do with all of those things really irritates me. It feels like I'm in the mood to write but the stories are not in the mood to be written. (Or maybe they just don't like the direction I'm going and are trying to make me realise it?)

..soo uhm, suggestions?

#writer problems #writer thoughts #i should be writing #but i cant #although I'm really trying #I'm being dramatic #But it really is dramatic #I want to write and all I've written sucks #fanfic #twisted wonderland fanfiction #formula 1 fanfic #blue lock fanfiction #send help

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nomatterwhatnomatterwhere · 5 months ago

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You know that feeling when you have a lot of ideas and you actually write them? Yeah, me neither

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Feels (Wistful) like Summer Rain

A.N: Soo... it took me longer than I thought to finish this one. I'm really sorry about this. I'm not entirely satisfied, especially with the ending. I don't know. Let me know what you think. In any case I hope you like it

T.W: emotional abuse ( kinda ?), social anxiety ( done bad but still)

Max's pov: Feels (Warm) like Sunlight

Kelly's pov: Feels (Harsh) like Winter Wind

Misunderstanding Max was not difficult, in fact he made it quite easy.

And you had always read too much between the lines

That was why you hadn't insisted when Max had wanted to change the subject when you'd alluded to Kelly.

Part of you wanted to insist, to know if it was worth it after all, to take a step back. But another part didn't want to hurt Max any more than the rest of the world already had.

He hardly ever gave it away, but he didn't like being labelled the villain of the story. The villain of every story.

Who would?

Yet with the character he had on the track, with his racing manner, he was perfect for the role.

You remembered perfectly his eyes asking you to confirm what the tabloids reported, whether it was true that he was unfair and violent.

You remembered well how easy it was to see his poker face collapse at the slightest hint, and how no one seemed to notice.

Or maybe they pretended not to notice.

Because people like to see what they want to see, what suits them, and it didn't matter if they ruined other people's lives with their way of doing things.

Because people had seen Max's raw talent and had decided that that sixteen-year-old boy was the ideal villain in a world of competitiveness where only the best can triumph.

That's exactly why you meant every word you said, that you were truly sorry, because you had seen how happy Kelly had made him, and you really hoped the two of them had parted better than the gossip pages let on, and it hurt that you couldn't be more of a comfort to him at that moment.

But you didn't belong there.

Not any more. For a long time.

Max had caught your eye long before you realised it.

Your situation at the time wasn't the best, but that didn't mean you were easily distracted, quite the contrary.

It had been rather strange how between acting as if nothing was changing at school, and dealing with foster care at home, it had been Max who had caught your attention.

Max didn't attend classes much, and no one really knew why, plus his home situation wasn't much happier than yours.

Only yours had been handled much better. His were rumours that were somehow confirmed.

Maybe he had attracted you because you thought you were similar, even though you knew how different you really were.

Those few times you saw Max at school, he never tried to hang out with the others; no matter how much his gaze lingered on the groups of kids at recess, he never got up to go to them, and they always kept their distance from him, but Max never seemed to mind so much.

You, on the other hand, always had anxiety about being alone, you didn't want to stay with your thoughts. But you also got anxious when you were with your friends, because you were never really honest with them, because you didn't want to argue with anyone, because you never took sides for fear they would get angry with you and leave you alone.

Somehow neither of you were really comfortable with the others.

You found out why Max was so absent because you asked the Vermeulen, your foster parents.

It had taken you a while to open up to them, not because they were mean or you didn't like them, they were just different from what you were used to, and you didn't want to be a burden of any kind to them, who had welcomed you with open arms first into their home and then into their family

It had not been easy for them either, the therapist who had dealt with you had said that your adapting so much to what others wanted was the result of a trauma that you had not yet realised you had suffered.

And how could you, what the psychologist called ‘trauma’ had been normal for you until child welfare workers had turned up on your doorstep asking you to pack your bags.

In fact, you had difficulty understanding why they had taken you away from your parents: they were not violent, had never beaten you and they had never made you lack anything. Of course they often shouted at each other, about things you didn't understand, but wasn't that something all couples did? They demanded that you behave well in every situation, that you never talk back, and that you do well at school, but there was nothing strange in expecting you to be a polite child. They weren't affectionate parents, but that didn't make them monsters, most people don't like physical contact and your parents were that kind of person.

The Vermeulens had given you an mp3 so you could listen to the music you wanted when you were studying without feeling guilty about the volume. When you travelled by car Vincent, Mr Vermeulen, always took the longer and more scenic drives because you liked to watch the scenery change, and you could listen to a few more songs because that mp3 had become your best friend. They had taken you to see The Nutcracker at the theatre because it was your favourite CD in Mrs Vermeulen's vast collection, Julie, you had listened to it so much that she had bought a copy just for you.

For Christmas they had taken you to a Christmas fair because you had never been to one, with Julie putting your scarf over your nose every three times so you wouldn't look too much like Rudolph and Vincent holding you on his shoulders when your feet started to hurt.

The best thing, though, was seeing the two of them at the candy stand arguing over which was better between liquorice and gummy bears, only to see you choose milk candy. From then on there were always packets of those sweets around the house

It was this blatant distinction between your parents‘ and the Vermeulens’ way of doing things that made it difficult for you to open up to them: You loved your parents, but Julie and Vincent made you feel not only valued but also part of something, and that made you feel ungrateful and unappreciative.

That was a thought you didn't feel ready to share yet though, so you diverted to the other thought that wandered through your head with no intention of paying rent

"He participates in a lot of races, that kid is a karting prodigy."

Max wasn't family, but Vincent couldn't deny that he had a keen eye for the little devil that haunted his go kart track, perhaps because you could see from afar that little Verstappen had talent to spare, or perhaps because a bit like you, he looked to him like a child older than his age.

Maybe that was why he didn't object when Julie, after a doubtful look from you, suggested you spend some time at the go-kart track and see for yourself how good your classmate was

The go-kart track was your second - third ? - home. You liked how every time you went there you felt relieved of a burden, you felt free of the tension of having to be attentive to everything around you, that was probably why you had never noticed Max before.

But once you did, it was hard not to notice him: he was one with the kart, he looked like he was made for racing on the track.

It was also hard not to notice his father: Jos Verstappen was someone who made you feel strange, somehow Jos reminded you of your parents even if you didn't quite understand how that was possible.

Your parents would never have left you somewhere because you had not achieved the desired results in a competition. Jos always seemed to be dissatisfied with what Max did, and Max seemed sad, even though it was obvious that he loved racing on the track

You had approached him after Jos had left him stranded for the umpteenth time. You knew he'd come to pick him up. If he hadn't, his mother would have done it. But that time he seemed the most broken you had ever seen him.

You weren't sure what it was, but since that day something had clicked between you: it was the reading between the lines, the catching of a different look from the usual, the slight change in tone, the getting to know each other so intimately that made your relationship with Max so immensely different from any other.

It was something that grew with you over time, something uniquely yours but that everyone around you perceived, even without really understanding it.

That was why you thought you had a special place in his life: apart from his family, you were the person he spent most time with on and off the track.

You always knew what was going on in his head without him uttering a word, not that Max was one who didn't speak.

Max could talk a lot when he wanted to, and when he talked about something he liked - racing, engines, winning - he had a light in his eyes that made it impossible not to be spellbound listening to him.

To say that Max wasn't popular would be a lie, you remembered with deep affection his confused look when he found a stack of Valentine's Day dedications on the counter, his gaze seeking confirmation in yours, as if to ask if what was happening was normal, and his not knowing quite how to act about it.

It was something Victoria often teased him about, not knowing how to read those social interactions

"Probably all the space in his head is taken up with strategies for competitions."

You really thought you had a chance, you saw it: you saw how Max sought your gaze before others, how he somehow searched for your approval, your support. How he was looking for you.

At least until Kelly had arrived and reality had hit you like a bucket of ice water as the ground beneath your feet crumbled.

You wanted so badly for him to love you back that you had seen things that had never been there, because obviously Max had never had a thing for you.

Because otherwise you wouldn't have seen that look in his eyes, as if Kelly had attached the moon to the sky.

You wouldn't have seen that smile so joyful when he talked to her, when you had waited years to see him smile like that.

You wouldn't have felt like you were in the way.

It sucked to feel that way. Rejected. It hurt so much that even the thought of feeling that way again led you to avoid seeing his races, limiting yourself to messages of good luck or congratulations, but even those were short-lived

"I think I've lived Max's life enough" was what you told the Vermeulen after days of silence "Racing is his passion. Not mine. I think it's time to try something new" you had finished with a small smile, resigned, but at least not forced.

But that didn't mean they didn't stay awake with you when you cried at night, in case you needed something.

You wouldn't have needed anything.

But they kept leaving you over the kitchen counter a cup of hot chocolate, bitter, because you had long since given up the absurd amount of sugar that was milk candy.

They had both been open and understanding when with downcast eyes you had asked, whispered, if it was all right for you to walk away from that world

"You're your own person, and it's just right you try different things and what works better for you. Our world doesn't have to be your world. And that won't change what we feel about you"

You realised you were crying when Julie wiped the tears from your face. She had just painted her nails.

Relationships with the Verstappens went on without too much trouble, they had only diminished, sleepovers and outings with Victoria were still a must have and Sophie had never made a secret of how much she enjoyed your company.

Only once had you been asked if you would like to see one of Max's races live again.

Neither of them had insisted when you had declined due to an important commitment that day, but neither of them had missed how tense you were at the question.

It was true though, even if you had wanted to go, you couldn't because you really had an important commitment.

Since your time away from the world of racing you had tried different things, but radio was the one you felt most at home in: whether you were put on the assistant director's desk or the leaderboard or whatever, you felt you were in your own world.

When you had been offered to replace one of the announcers you had accepted, even if it meant not sleeping until the next morning.

It was worth it, in the end, because they had confirmed you for that nightly column which, although niche, had seen a significant increase in ratings since you had been hosting it. The audience liked your approach, they interacted more, even at that ungodly hour, and even for the other hosts it was clear that that was your place.

The YouTube channel came later, even though it wasn't entirely your idea: at first it was stories or live feeds on Instagram, but your audience seemed to like it and they suggested you expand it, so you did.

There were people who didn't like you, who thought you were fake and posh, and who enjoyed sending you unkind comments. But it didn't matter any more.

There were people who liked you, even without ever having seen you. People who without knowing you thanked you because you had said something that made their day better, or because they felt understood by someone.

(That had been another reason for your broadening the topics of discussion on your channel).

Deciding to do a live broadcast from the kart track had been something you had been thinking about for a while.

Even though you had drifted away from the world of racing, it had always been a part of you, and it would come back to greet you cyclically when you got notifications of start times, qualifying results or penalty investigations.

You hadn't managed to completely detach yourself from what had been your world for most of your life, those who knew you simply didn't know this side of you.

You were embarrassed to say that the reason you no longer followed the sport so assiduously was because it reminded you of how your first crush had rejected you without realising it, and you were even more embarrassed to think that that little crush on Max Verstappen had never really got over.

But the kartdrome was not just the more or less painful memories of Max. It was also the hiding between the tyres to study, the milk sweets you offered to everyone who came in, the people who switched from karts to formula but always went back to their roots, so you decided to give it a try.

You didn't know how you would react if it went wrong, but fortunately for you your interest in the sport seemed to be appreciated, so much so that you found yourself walking around a paddock again after not setting foot there for years.

Returning to breathe the air of racing was strange: it wasn't something new, but it was different from what you remembered.

It was strange to move around and meet people who wanted to take a photo with you, hug you or just say hello, you didn't think you had brought much to what was the world of car racing, yet everywhere you turned there were people who seemed to think otherwise.

It was even stranger to meet familiar faces long before they became famous. You'd known them from Max's races, you'd even stopped to talk to some on occasion, but you hadn't kept in touch.

"Look who's finally back"

It had taken you a while to realise that Esteban was talking to you: you couldn't remember ever having spoken a word to him when you went to watch the races. He must have noticed, as he snorted a laugh before showing you a photo in which oh, yeah, that was definitely you wearing a sweatshirt kindly donated by Max standing next to you

The other kid in the photo must have been Esteban but in your eyes he was so different that you had to alternate your gaze between him and the photo before you really realised.

"You were always nice to everyone. It was a shame not to see you around any more."

He had been the first to say it, but after meeting other drivers the general thought seemed the same: you were someone who, despite everything, stuck out.

Not once had the thought of how you would behave if you met Max crossed your mind.

That's why you didn't know how to react when you met him.

Although perhaps it was more accurate to say that it was he who had met you.

It wasn't that you hadn't recognised him, you were realising that the man in front of you, with the two glasses in his hand, wasn't one of the many people there.

It was Max Verstappen.

The same Max Verstappen who didn't know how to deal with others, who watched from afar as the other children played, not knowing which way to approach them.

You didn't know what it was, whether an involuntary reflex or something else, but you broke that embarrassed silence.

Yours was not a question to be answered with ‘less than you think’, and you were ready to ask for an argument if he did not ask another question

"Why didn't you come to the Redbull pit?"

That wasn't a question to ask someone you hadn't seen in a long time, especially not in that tone that almost seemed to accuse you, when he had no right to do so

"Sorry what-"

"Why didn't you tell me you were coming to the races? I could've-"

"I didn't have to tell you tho" maybe you had been too blunt in answering him, but it was true. You didn't have to give any information, plus it would have been weird to tell Max with whom you had been radio silent for years "We hadn't talked in ages, I couldn't just text you. It didn't feel right, you know?"

You had seen his gaze change and could feel the wheels turning in his head, but you too had started to ask yourself some questions

"Didn't think you knew I was there … Was it Vic who told you?"

"Heard you on the radio"

Oh. You didn't think Max was a radio guy, honestly. Not least because even though they'd changed them, your column times still remained infamous.

There was another silence that led to your apology for his break-up with Kelly, a subject Max didn't seem to want to talk about at all, given the fleeting change of expression.

He was pensive. And sad. Yet more proof of how important Kelly was to him.

Somewhat resentfully you wondered if he had ever made such an expression thinking about you, although you found it difficult that between all his commitments Max found time to think about you.

He hadn't thought about you since he started dating Kelly, why would he now

"I can get you a pass, if you plan to watch the race"

You had laughed.

What else were you supposed to do in a situation that oscillated between the ridiculous and the comical

"If I plan to watch the race? I don't think you will ever find someone who's not here for the race. Well, they sure have other things to do, but you know what I mean"

It was common knowledge that the Montecarlo race was the VIP hangout, and you didn't think you had to be the one to explain it to Max

"I appreciate the thought, but I already got my pass, but thank you"

you backed away from the railing you had been leaning against, convinced that the conversation would end there, now that you had nothing to go on talking about, but what he asked next left you mildly surprised

"Even for Quali?"

He "You… “ remembered "have my attention"

It wasn't common knowledge, but you often preferred qualifying to racing: there was something about pre-race performances that gave you goosebumps, an adrenaline rush you could never quite describe.

Max knew it. He'd listened to you for hours as you explained how the qualifying air was different, and he often agreed with you, even if he would just put his head down and let you talk.

Time may have passed, but he still had that same expression that you had never been able to put a name to.

You had smiled when you recognised Raymond's voice greeting you: he had been Verstappen's manager for as long as you could remember, but it was he who had steered you into the world of radio. You owed him a lot -

(Did that make you an honorary nepo- baby of some kind?).

After asking him to pass on your apologies to Ray you were drawn into another conversation, and then another and another, that you almost didn't notice how Max's presence followed you around like a shadow, though not physically, and how that seemed to make the others uncomfortable.

Almost.

It had been like stepping back in time for an evening: sensing his gaze from a distance, knowing exactly what he was thinking with just a glance, having conversations that lasted a blink of an eye, a slight smile or a shake of the head

And you were pretty sure the next day you would have regretted not clarifying the situation right away.

It had come back to you why you thought you had a chance with him, why you had seen things that had never been there, why you had fallen in love with him

Misunderstanding Max wasn't difficult, in fact, he made it quite easy.

And you had always read too much between the lines

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nomatterwhatnomatterwhere · 6 months ago

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Feels (Harsh) like Winter Wind

Here's Kelly's Pov. It's not really long but writing this came pretty natural when writing Feels (Warm) like Sunlight, and maybe it can add a little more context on the Kelly's part in Max's Pov.

I am still working on the Reader's Pov, so for that you'll have to wait a little bit more, sorry, but I hope you will still like this one.

Edit: Reader's pov: Feels (Wistful) like Summer Rain

Kelly knew this; she was neither stupid nor blind.

Feelings are still something fragile if not treated with proper care.

She knew perfectly well that relationships after a while reach a phase of stalemate, of monotony; it was normal, a routine was formed.

There was nothing strange about the fact that after a while the 'honeymoon' period ended; it was not like they were living in the world of fairy tales, where everything ended with a “happily ever after.”

That was the real world, and in the real world relationships after a while lost that booster effect given by serotonin

But Max almost didn't seem to know that. He always seemed to expect something extra, anything, and she couldn't figure out what more she could do, something she wasn't already doing.

A relationship was not a one-sided commitment, but she felt she was the only one who had been committed for a while.

What was worse was that Max didn't even seem to notice what was happening.

It had been a while since Kelly had noticed how their relationship seemed to have suffered a jolt of some kind, but she had thought their estrangement was something temporary. Something due to the amount of work and travel that had increased for both of them in the last while. Something that would recover after they took time to readjust, resetting to their new priorities.

But that moment never seemed to come, and Kelly sensed it.

Max was not telling her something, something heavy, important, and that to her was a blatant sign that something was wrong, and the fact that he refused to confront was just another confirmation.

She really did not understand if he was immune to the tension present when she tried to bring up the subject, or if he really didn't perceive the slightest change in their relationship and what was happening was just in her head?

No, it was not in her head. Although she had hoped so, that she had imagined it all.

She had confirmed this when Max had begun to show up more rarely at her events. To give her less and less notice of his presence at those same events. Seeing them in the same place together had become a jackpot.

How could he have told her that rather than attend one of her fashion shows he would rather listen to you complain about yet another unnecessary purchase you had made for aesthetic reasons.

Kelly had come to know about it a few months later, and it had been lightning in a sky she thought was clearing.

Max had regained that light he had when she had first met him, and she had, perhaps naively, thought that their relationship was recovering, and finding out that it was not had hurt her more than she had thought.

Or perhaps she wanted to believe that their relationship could recover and pretend that the malicious thoughts that kept her from sleeping at night had never existed.

Penelope, with all the innocence typical of children, had asked if she could meet Maxie's friend, the one who worked in radio, because “Maxie is always happier when we hear her on the radio.Maxie is always happy, but when we listen to her broadcast he's happier. She sounds kind. Maxie says she is. And that she always has candy. Can we meet her mom?”

And Kelly was taken aback. She must have been lost in thought for longer than expected, because her daughter was looking at her worriedly, squeezing her hand with her own

“We'll see what can be done.”

That was what she had answered, because Penelope rarely asked her for anything, and she didn't want to say no. Not when she knew how much effort it had taken her daughter to make that request to her

It had taken her a while to connect your name to your own person:you had glimpsed each other at a few events you had both attended but she did not feel like she had ever interacted with you directly.

Yet she had the constant feeling that she knew you, a feeling that had settled at the pit of her stomach and then, it had simply clicked.

You were there at Max's races when he was still a rookie.

You were one of the few people Jos didn't seem to complain about. She should have remembered you for that alone, but in fairness, Kelly had never paid too much attention to what Jos said.

You were a friend of Max's, that's where she must have seen you.

But then you had disappeared.

It was justifiable that she had not remembered you immediately: you had never spoken, but you had frequented the same environment, at least for a while, that's why you looked familiar.

But it wasn't just that, the more she thought about where she might have seen you, the more she could think of an impressive number of conversations in which Max had mentioned you, little episodes that made his eyes sparkle.

There, at that very moment, she had connected the dots, and finally everything made sense.

Max had not become her Max again because of her, and maybe, just maybe, it had really only been hers for a short time, because Max had never spoken about her with that light in his eyes.

It was almost ironic, how Max was refusing to talk about you, when it was something he had always done inadvertently for so long.

She had waited until Penelope was with Daniil to broach the subject with Max: if he didn't want to do it, then she would take care of it, whether he wanted to or not.

Max could be aggressive even off the track when he was touched on a nerve, and you, it seemed from his reaction, were not just one nerve, you were the whole bundle.

At that moment there was no sign of the sweet and apprehensive Max, no,that Max had left room only for wrath and venom, and Kelly just wondered how it was possible that the police hadn't come knocking on their door asking them to tone it down, following the complaint of disturbing the peace that surely the neighbors had made because of their yelling.

They had not broken up well, not at all, and she had even tried to hate you for a while because of that.

She had really wanted to hate you.

You were the person who owned Max's heart, and you didn't even know it, while she felt betrayed.

It was your fault that Max had turned away from her.

It was her right to hate you.

But it was not your fault that her relationship with Max had ended in such an unpleasant way.

Even though Kelly wanted so badly to blame you for something, anything.

You hadn't interacted with Max in years, probably since you stopped coming to his competitions, and she knew it. She knew because in her desperate search for something to make her hatred of you seem justified, Kelly had hoped to find even one article about the two of you.

But she had found nothing.

Even that had hurt her more than she thought.

And she couldn't hate you simply because you existed.

When she had seen the pictures of that grand opening, of the two of you on that terrace, of the look in Max's eyes, she had wanted to laugh.

But she hadn't been able to.

It was so obvious that Max would have pulled the moon out of the sky if you had asked him to.

It was obvious you would never ask him to do it for fear of getting hurt again.

Feelings are still something fragile if not treated with proper care.

Kelly knew this, she was neither stupid nor blind.

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What a ( Not so) Strange World: Extra- Yuu's Interlude

Author's Note: Hello, yes, as always I am late, but hey, we are here somehow. Sorry it's not an actual chapter, more like a little extra - spoilers? sneak peek? - about the next chapter, but I didn't feel like leaving you with nothing so I hope you can enjoy this little extra too

Warning: slight angst, little mention of a panic attack

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"Dear, I understand you're worried, but you won't help anyone by refusing to take care of yourself."

That was the first thing Yuu heard when they woke up, somewhat confused and disoriented, their breathing quickened and a weight on their stomach.

"While on the other hand pretending nothing has happened helps a lot’ that was your voice, rather shrill and definitely disgruntled ‘ Crowley hasn't even come to check on our condition and Riddle isn't doing any better, Cay said he has nightmares but pretends everything is fine, he doesn't even talk to Trey about it and-"

‘The HeadMaster is … not very empathetic, but I'm sure if he felt it necessary to intervene, he would have.’

That was Professor Trein's voice. Why was Trein in Ramshackle?!

"Yeah sure, because letting his students deal with an Overblot was not a situation where his intervention was needed!"

You sounded increasingly angry and even a little disappointed, if Yuu could read between the lines correctly

"I was scared. I've never seen anything like that. I've never even read about it! I didn't know what to do!" you were starting to sob " Crowley was busy evacuating students who were running away without him intervening anyway, while we were faced with a Riddle who wasn't really Riddle trying to kill us!"

Yuu heard Trein sigh as you sniffled

‘’He's the HeadMaster! How did he not realise one of his students was about to explode!"

"Crowley didn't -"

"He hasn't checked on Riddle once since he came out of the Infirmary. Trey said he made sure his magic levels were within normal range. As if the problem was his magic levels and not his mood or mental state, or whatever it is that causes an Overblot!"

After a few minutes of silence, Yuu was about to make it known that they were awake, but stopped, when they heard Trein speak

"Now that you've vented’ Yuu had never heard Trein speak in a tone of voice that was different from the soporific tone he used in class, yet here we are ‘ Would you kindly explain to me why Lucius found you wandering around the school aimlessly at" brief pause "three in the morning, when tomorrow, today, you have class?"

"As if you didn't already know"

"I'd rather hear it directly from you than make assumptions and maybe draw wrong conclusions."

And you started telling about how you couldn't sleep since the Thing had happened, that's what you had called the Overblot for all the talk, that you closed your eyes and saw only those rose bushes trying to hit you and in your ears you could hear that Riddle's evil laughter in anger.

Yuu could share the feeling, but in their case the adrenalin of that moment had turned into tiredness as soon as their heads hit the pillow.

Wandering around the school gave you back a sense of control, calmed you down and distracted you from whatever was going on in your head.

How back at the dormitory you had heard Yuu mumbling something and worried.

If you, who knew magic, even destructive magic, had trouble coping, it must have been even harder for Yuu.

By the way, Yuu was already having trouble sleeping, even if they hadn't told you, but you weren't blind and you remembered perfectly the look on their faces when Ace had first invited himself into the dormitory.

It was obvious they had nightmares about their situation, you'd had them too when you'd first arrived there, but you'd had support, Yuu seemed left to their own devices and you didn't know how to help

"Does Divus know you're here, or should I expect a second interrogation?" you asked once the whole thing was over

"Lucius threatened to strip his fur. But you didn't hear that from me" replied Trein, making you chuckle.

Yuu heard your footsteps moving away, and released a sigh.

This conversation had raised more questions about you :you had answered some of the questions Yuu had asked at the Unbirthday Party organised after the Overblot.

When Trey had ‘revealed’ that Cater did not like sweets, the ginger had immediately turned his gaze in your direction

"Don't look at me Cay, I didn't say anything."

"Maybe you got bought off by his chocolate muffins" Cater had joked to which you had responded without missing a beat

"They're berry, if we're being clear, and he hasn't offered me one in years"

"Blame yourself for that" Trey had inserted himself into the exchange, throwing you a look that Yuu hadn't quite managed to read, but which you seemed to have understood

"I'm sorry, okay? But it's not really all my fault. I'll make it up to you."

You had confessed that you had known both of them for a long time (‘Isn't it like I tried to hide it, though?’) as you consciously watched a piece of your tart disappear into thin air.

You also knew Che'nya, which made sense if you were childhood friends with Trey, though that didn't explain why you didn't know Riddle

(‘They met Riddle before they met me’ you had explained as you watched the three of you interact with each other ‘ We never got a chance to meet, but Che'nya liked to say I would like Riddle. Now I understand why’ you had not argued further)

If it had been another situation Yuu would have thought Trein was just worrying that a student hadn't broken the rules, or something like that, but this wasn't another situation.

You had called Crewel by his name without any problem, as if you were used to it, you had even joked with Trein as if it were routine.

The mere fact that Trein was using a non-suffusive tone was a huge clue that you had known each other long enough.

The thing was, it didn't make sense to Yuu: your parents had to have some connection to the NRC, otherwise it didn't explain the relationship you seemed to share with the two professors.

Heh. You hadn't actually talked about your family.

You weren't talking about yourself in general, now that Yuu was paying attention.

They should have asked you, as soon as you felt a little better, it wasn't a case of burying yourself in questions you might not want to answer.

You had a bad habit of keeping your problems to yourself, from what Yuu could guess, and forcing yourself to talk about them would probably have the opposite effect.

The next morning had arrived without too many problems, if you excluded yet another bizarre dream and the fact that Grim was a rather rude night owl.

You had already gone out, leaving a note on the kitchen table in which you apologised for leaving without telling them, but you didn't want to wake them up.

You had things to do before going to class, so if you hadn't passed each other in the corridors, you would most likely have seen each other in the Cafeteria.

You hadn't specified what it was you were supposed to be doing, but if Yuu understood anything about you it was that if there was something you didn't understand or didn't know the meaning of then it was time to do some research.

From the conversation they'd overheard that night Yuu would have bet you'd been researching everything you could about Overblot

( Or how to remove Crowley from his role as Head Master, that too could have been a research topic)

Although, if they had to be honest with themself, Yuu believed you wanted to avoid Ace as much as possible, and considering how the two Heartlabyul students were now regular guests at Ramshackle, leaving before he and Deuce arrived at your dormitory was the only solution.

You and Ace didn't know each other. Or at least, Ace certainly didn't know you, yet the annoyance Yuu perceived coming from you whenever the redhead was nearby was only understandable after years of acquaintance.

Ace was cocky, touchy, tactless, and had a rather peculiar way of showing that he cared about someone, but he wasn't just flawed, he fought for injustice, took an interest in other people's motives, and was their friend.

Yet the look you gave him when Riddle had recovered from his Overblot was furious. If you had been in another situation Yuu would have sworn you would have sewn Ace's mouth shut yourself.

It was something you did a lot, Yuu wasn't sure if you realised it, but whenever Ace was in your vicinity you not only visibly stiffened, but also assumed a bewildered expression whenever the boy spoke.

If someone had asked them, Yuu would have said that your reactions stemmed from the fact that you were very similar to Ace in the way you acted, but you weren't aware of that, and you certainly weren't ready for that conversation.

And even more surely Yuu wouldn't have brought up the subject with you, they didn't want to risk the blatant favouritism you had towards them.

Omake:

Good morning,

Well, I hope it's a good morning, but considering how much Grim talks in his sleep, I wouldn't be surprised. I have things to do before class and didn't feel like waking you up - not least because having a moaning Grim around in the early morning is not what I aspire to. To make it up to you, I made breakfast! If Ace and Deuce come, offer them biscuits but remind them that they have a respectable dorm and I don't want any trouble with either Trey or Riddle about their diet, thank you.

Make sure you're not late for class with Professor Trein, he hates latecomers!

P.S. If we don't run into each other in the corridors, save me a seat at the table in the Cafeteria.

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