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nomatterwhatnomatterwhere · 28 days ago

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What a (Not so) Strange World XX

Be Prepared for the ( Murkiest) Scam

A.N: soo...uhm...I hurt my wrist, nothing too serious, I just have to wear a brace for God only knows how long. I took it really well. Gracefully almost.

Jokes aside. I tried to proceed with the OG plot, not really sure I succeeded...I know I'm slow, but I have to take my time to make things happen with a little bit of logic - and is not like I can force myself to write, trust me, I tried, multiples times. It didn't end well.

Still, I'm grateful to everyone that takes the time to check if I posted and to read, like, really thank you all

Part XIX

You were glad Jack had agreed to take part in Riddle's plan, even though you suspected he would have done so regardless: it was about saving the pride of his dormitory - and somewhat of his idol.

The plan was pretty simple, but you would need Diasomnia's cooperation for it to succeed.

Cater would take care of talking it over with Diasomnia's Vice Dorm head, since they were part of the same club.

(When you had mentioned the list Azul had given you both Cater and Riddle looked at you mildly concerned, doing business with Azul was not the most advisable thing. You ignored them both)

Yuu raised the question of how you should to have secure the audience in case something dangerous happened, and you smiled.

"We'll take care of that."

Since it was Yuu and Grim who were directly tasked by Crowley to find the person responsible for the unusual incidents, it was almost a given that they would be the ones to tell the Headmaster what you were planning to do

You, on the other hand, would have briefed both Crewel and Trein, making sure that they secured everything that needed securing. Once the plan was finalised you decided to already start shaping what you had planned.

On the walk to the Hall of Mirror, while the first years chatted amongst themselves - Ace, Deuce and Grim were already imagining playing on the Spelldrive field, Yuu sighed tiredly but you imagined they found the stories of the Problem Child amusing - with Jack occasionally turning to look at you, as if he didn't quite understand how you'd become friends with those individuals, Riddle told you and Cater that he was going to inform Trey of who was responsible for his injury.

You were going to go and check on Jamil, not having been able to do so that morning, and asked if you could make him in on it as well.

"We might just tell all the victims" said Cater, quiet enough not to attract attention, but quiet enough for you and Riddle to hear him. And Jack, who had pricked up his ears, "We don't know what the Headmaster might do". - "He'll disqualify them, as the rules say" - "I think it's only fair that the victims have a say in it…"

Riddle didn't seem totally convinced, but eventually agreed, also stating that whatever Trey's decision would be, he would support it. Because it was the right thing to do.

Once separated from the others, you Yuu and Grim headed towards the school.

You heard the phone ring, a notification, you would check it later.

On the way Grim had kept imagining how, once this was solved, he might get his chance to prove what a great wizard he was, and how he would surely be scouted and become a famous wizard.

You seriously had to restrain yourself from laughing at the expression the little weasel made when Yuu, absolutely without malice, pointed out to him that if he wanted to become a Spelldrive star he should at least have decent grades.

"I am the Great Grim! My grades will not be a problem! I'll get the best marks of the class! The best marks of the entire school!"

You smiled, letting him know that he would definitely get a chance to prove it.

"Since the final exams are coming…"

That seemed to have brought his mood down.

You almost felt guilty about it as you parted: they would have gone to talk to Crowley, while you would have sought out Crewel and Trein.

And then, you were going to make a trip to the infirmary.

Crewel and Trein had exchanged a look that you didn't quite catch when you told them what you were planning to do, but they assured you that they would make sure that no one, audience or students, got hurt

(They certainly couldn't say in front of a student that they were wondering, after something as serious as the incidents that were happening, why the Headmaster wasn't intervening himself. Crowley must have underestimated the situation, but still, it was strange).

You also asked them both if they had any protection spells or defensive potions to recommend. Something you could use with your skills and reserves of magic - which you had trained and improved a little since you arrived at the NRC.

You imagined you wouldn't witness an Overblot, given how rare Crowley had described them as, but you wanted to be prepared in case things didn't go as you had planned or the professors were delayed in arriving

They both nodded, saying you could count on them. Always.

You would walk the path to the infirmary with a much lighter step. You didn't know if Jamil was admitted there, but you knew he would need ointments for his hand.

You were going to ask if you could find out if he had already picked them up or not.

Once you arrived you realised that Jamil was there, and that someone was already talking to him

You didn't really intend to eavesdrop, but at the same time it seemed wrong to enter when someone else was already there.

“We really don’t know what to do with-”

“It’s okay, I’m gonna talk with him”

“Thank you so much! You really should be the Housewarden!”

“Don’t say that. Kalim is doing his best”

When you saw them coming out, they were a group of three, you also heard them whispering how really, Jamil was acting more like Dorm Head than Kalim did

When you had met them, you didn't recall them presenting themselves as Dorm Leader and Vice-Dorm Leader.

Although, if you thought about it, you couldn't actually imagine Kalim as Housewarden. He seemed like a nice guy, but a Dorm Leader - in your imagination - was more like Riddle or Vil. Shaking your head, you finally entered the infirmary.

"You sure are popular, " you knocked on the door, despite it being open, to make your presence known.

Jamil's eyes widened slightly, for just an instant, but you still managed to catch it. What you didn't catch was how his grip had tightened slightly on the roll for the bandages he was wrapping his hand with

"I hope your housemates knows that you need a little bit of rest…"

‘It's not really a problem…’ he did not meet your gaze, and indeed tried to deflect it, wondering if he could help you in any way.

You told him what you had established with Cater and Riddle: who was the culprit behind his accident and whether he was fine with Savana Claw being disqualified from the tournament.

He seemed to absorb your words before asking if he could think a little before giving you an answer.

Of course you nodded

You also told him that if he preferred, he could talk to Trey or the other victims directly, to find a common agreement, without having to come looking for you directly.

You could only imagine how busy he was, since another large group of Scarabia students was waiting on the doorstep.

You had spent the days leading up to D-day practising the spells Trein had recommended, obviously under his - or Divus' - supervision.

And so you had taken the opportunity to actually ask Trein if it was possible to retrieve a phone for Yuu.

"It wasn't their idea!" you were careful to specify "Is more for safety… they seem to attract dangerous situations towards them"

"And the fact that they're friends with some of Heartslabyul best known troublemaker is only a coincidence"

Had you not known the man you would have thought he was criticising your new friend, but you knew that was the man's attempt at a joke.

(You could see it in the slight lift of his lips, the twinkle in his eyes and the tone of his voice, the same as when he told some story that ended up embarrassing his daughters, but which he talked about with absolute glee)

You had offered to do some work to repay the trouble, you could have tutored other students or whatever else Trein would have decided was suitable.

( He had merely sighed and rolled his eyes. He would think about it) When you weren't with Trein, you were with Crewel brewing potions. You'd never seen so many all in one place.

You were worried someone might get hurt, and Divus had taken that worry to heart.

( Not that he was going to let anyone get hurt, not the audience, not even any of his unleashed puppies)

The night before the tournament you had difficulty sleeping.

You had some anxiety, even though you hoped everything would go well you could not predict the future, you did not have that ability- sadly.

You had been staring at the ceiling for what seemed like hours, when in reality it would only have been a few minutes, before you decided to get up and go for a night walk.

You hadn't thought for a minute that you'd run into Mister Fae, not until he was in front of you.

It wasn't the first time it had happened, nor the first time you had thought about it, but it was really amazing how the mere thought of Mister Fae disappeared in your head, as if you weren't paying attention to it, until the memory of his existence was somehow triggered

"You seem to enjoy this interesting night too, Child of man"

You hadn't heard him coming, nor had you seen him, you hadn't even felt his magic, as you had managed to do with Lilia-senpai.

You remained vigilant, from what Yuu had told you - and from what had happened at your first meeting - Mister Fae didn't seem to have bad intentions, he seemed more like he was intrigued.

But he was still a Fae, and you could never be sure that a Fae had good intentions.

"Interesting night?" you lifted your gaze, looking up at the sky.

The stars were much brighter than usual, though you didn't know how much of that was due to the lack of light nearby, but that wasn't the interesting thing.

A kind of dawn had formed, a compact collection of stardust that seemed to move around specific stars, almost making them stand out

"It's Stardust, where the stars try to communicate with those who look at them. It's a rather peculiar magical phenomenon whose origin or how it happens is not yet well understood. Each person sees something different, sometimes extremely similar, other times, more rarely exactly the same thing".

You were too focused on looking at what you were seeing, to notice how Malleus was looking at you, observing your reaction to what he was telling you

" Something different? As in… the stars?"

He had chuckled.

Normally you would have wondered if that was a good sign for you, but your thirst for knowledge had overshadowed your sense of survival.

"The stars are the same for everyone. They're stars. What is different is the star you associate with the Stardust and the form it takes: some people see a fixed halo, which sometimes obscures the stars, some see some stars brighter than others, some see a moving mist. Others cannot see anything at all"

At first you seemed merely intrigued, fascinated by what he was telling you, but then you seemed to become more and more interested, beginning to slide your gaze from one point of the sky to another.

The Stardust you were seeing must have been moving.

He had guessed it, but he got confirmation when you, very clearly - and unlike you would have done if you had been really paying attention - asked him what he meant when it was moving

He smiled, tilting his head slightly.

It was then that you realised that perhaps you had been rude, and had disrespected him.

"I didn't mean to offend you in any way. I really appreciate what you're saying to me" your knowledge of Fae customs really seemed to be what it was some time before, according to Malleus - "I'm just… curious"

"I'm not sure" he smiled at you. He was smiling at you, as if he was trying to tease you.

He definitely knew what he meant

"Humans call it Pixiedust"

"When the Stardust moves?"

"The Stardust. You call it Pixiedust. Do you know why?"

Was that a test? Was it an exchange of information? Did he want you to answer him or did you have to ask the question?

“I’m not really sure about what you’re asking me. I don’t know why humans call it that, not really. The Pixiedust I know can make you fly, so I can’t really picture other people call it that”

“The Pixiedust you know?”

That was certainly interesting

Fairy-san ! I'm so sorry!

I don't think I can come anymore. I have an engagement that I can't move!

I'm sorry to hear that, but you don't have to worry Neige. I hope nothing serious happened. We'll arrange for another time

Neige had stared at your message for a while before sighing lightly.

The little squirrel on his shoulder had stared at him as if this was all his fault, before turning back to the bright screen of his phone.

It wasn't as if he had any say in the matter. His agent had scheduled a meeting to advertise a new drink and as much as Neige would have loved to see you and spend a quiet day with you, work commitments were work commitments.

There were winter holidays, and Neige was quite sure he had a few days off in that period. Besides, in February there would be the National Magic School Joint Festival, you would definitely be able to meet up then

The taglist is open, just so you know

@jessiegerl, @mewchiili

Dividers by @sweetmelodygraphics, @strangergraphics

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nomatterwhatnomatterwhere · 29 days ago

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What a (Not so) Strange World - Masterlist

(Not) A Whole New World

- The one where you travel to Twisted Wonderland without really knowing why. Twice

I - AnteFactu(m) II - PostFactu(m)

What a (Not so) Strange World

-The one where you're back in Twisted Wonderland and you start to know why.

I- (I Wonder) Where is the Path to Wonderland

II - A (very) far off Place

III - (Don't Worry) We all be There for You

IV - Gonna take you There (Hopefully)

V - I look Once more ( Just to be Sure)

VI - Where you once an Outcast too? ( I Still am)

VII - From This day on, Now and Forever more ( I Guess)

VIII - I kow Exactly ( Not Quite) where I'm going

IX - You heaven't got a Clue ( Yet)

X - We' re your Friends to the (Bitter) end

XI - If you do Just as you're Told ( Kind of)

XII - Of Power and Control (Kyrie Eleison)

Yuu's Interlude

XIII - Once ( When) You get It Down

XIV - Things are Never ( Exactly) as they seem

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

XVI - You'll (Never Stop to) Learn things

XVII - Here ( we are) in the Courts of Miracles

XVIII - (You will find) Your progress is encouraging

XIX - (Don't just) Wait and Trust to Fate

XX- Be Prepared for the ( Murkiest) Scam

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nomatterwhatnomatterwhere · 1 month ago

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Going back to old writing is either just like:

1. “Who wrote this masterpiece?! It was ME?!”

2. “Who wrote this absolute shit? Oh fuck my life, that was me, wasn’t it?”

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nomatterwhatnomatterwhere · 1 month ago

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kudos to writers with dialogue-heavy works, I got mad respect for y'all. love using dialogue as a tool, but my default settings are non-verbal (dialogue) and non-stop yapping (description).

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nomatterwhatnomatterwhere · 1 month ago

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Why would I write when I could imagine my characters going through the story and then get upset when a copy of the work doesn’t magically appear in front of me

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nomatterwhatnomatterwhere · 1 month ago

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"I write for my own enjoyment"

And

"I'm happy when people interact with my writing"

Are two sentences that can coexist!

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nomatterwhatnomatterwhere · 1 month ago

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I might just be fucking stupid but it just hit me that I don't NEED my laptop to write my stories. I don't NEED to sit down on my bed or kitchen table and stare at my keyboard trying to make it type on its own. I can open the WIP on my phone and do it there. I have free will. There is nothing stopping me. There is no right or wrong way to write

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nomatterwhatnomatterwhere · 2 months ago

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(Knowing me, knowing you) It's the best I can do

Summary: Charles is not bad, you know it, but it's starting to feel like you should really take a step back. At least, this is what Carlos thinks

A.N: Try to guess which song inspired this ( Spoiler is not the title). Jokes aside, this is something new for me, even if it might not seem too different from what I have already written. Some parts feels weird and I'm not entirely convinced, but I wanted to give it a try

You were sitting on one of the steps of the stairs leading to the upper floor of the club.

You didn't know whose idea it was, but you were pointing at Lando. It was a nice place. Two floors. Great view. Great cocktails. Really nice place, and Lando had good taste in clubs.

Or so you were told.

You weren't used to going out a lot with Charles and the other drivers, they weren't your kind of outing, even though Charles often invited you to hang out with them.

As if he didn't really realise.

You had nothing against them, the ones you had met seemed nice too, but there is a huge difference between going out with people who understand you, with whom you can share interests, and everyone else.

With Charles' friends it was like that.

You felt uncomfortable. Like you didn't really belong there.

In fact, that's how it was.

Aesthetically you were perfect in the part, but you didn't really participate in the conversation, not when the focus of all their talk seemed to be the next races on the calendar, new car updates, expiring contracts and possible renewals or the FIA.

All topics you didn't really want to talk about; not when everything seemed so much the same and yet so different from what you knew.

You almost laughed: most of the people you know take their work home with them, and complain about it often, but it never occurred to you to mistake a friendly conversation for a business meeting.

For the pilots it had to be different, after all, for many of them it wasn't just a job: it was their life.

No matter how much they tried to change the subject to make you part of the conversation, they always came back to talking about engines.

And you would sit there, sipping your drink, nibbling on the straw and wondering if you had made a mistake coming.

At least until you feel Charles' hand shake yours, you don't meet his gaze, engaged in conversation with Pierre, but you feel him making circles with his thumb, to calm you down, to make you feel that he is there, that you are not alone.

You get up anyway.

They have turned up the music, and with it so have the noises. The lights are starting to bother you, and there are starting to be too many people.

For a moment you feel you can't breathe

You have a slight headache, and you don't think it's because of how quickly you may have sipped your drink.

In the staircase, the music is more muffled and the air is a little cooler.

You feel better already, although you don't really want to go back. Quite the contrary. The only thing you want to do is go back to your hotel room.

It's not as if you have to ask Charles for permission to leave, you are a woman of freedom and autonomy, but it still feels bad.

Leaving him in the middle of an evening where he finally seems relaxed again, comfortable again, because you feel out of place.

You know Charles, in spite of everything, he wouldn't let you feel uncomfortable and if you told him you wanted to go back to the hotel you knew he would take you back, but you also knew that he would somehow try to calm you down, convince you that you only felt this way because you hadn't settled in yet, that once you got used to it everything would be better.

You really didn't want to tell him that no matter how much time you could spend with him and his friends, you would never get used to his world.

No matter how hard you tried, it seemed like a really unattainable goal for you.

You pull up slightly on your nose. Take a deep breath. You turn back.

"If you had taken a minute longer I would have come looking for you, cariño."

It's not Charles you find sitting at the table waiting for you, but his now former teammate, but once you're sitting next to him you feel the tension of the evening leave you.

With Carlos it has always been like that, after all. You don't know how he does it, but his mere presence has always managed to calm you down.

Like that blanket you put on when you're cold and it's raining outside.

"I just needed some air."

He looks into your eyes, scanning you for a moment, with a worried look, trying to figure out if there is something else.

He always does this, though you don't always notice it.

He's completely turned towards you, almost creating a barrier between you and the rest of the world. Maybe that's what he's doing. He knows you don't like these places very much

"We can go out, get all the air you need" he smiles "I can even drive you back to the hotel if you prefer

" You know he means it, since you've known him, Carlos has been nothing but of his word to you, but if you didn't know better, his eyes would have said it for him.

He really hopes you can read him, because really, if you want to leave he'll be ready to drop everyone else and take you wherever you want, if you let him.

You smile - it's the first real smile of the evening - but you shake your head slightly.

"There's no need to go back to the hotel" you tell him, although you both know that's not what you want to say " but actually I think I'd be better off outside"

He nods and stands up. He's ready to extend his hand to you, a gesture of gallantry you're not really used to according to him, but he retracts, when he sees you already standing next to him.

He smiles, slightly, in a way that makes you wonder what's so funny.

He shakes his head, as he gently rests his hand on your back, guiding you towards the exit, but still shielding you from other people

You were really just waiting for an excuse to get out, and he's happy to have provided it for you

You were walking through the streets of Jeddah, the night landscape had something intriguing, fascinating.

The harbour lights illuminated the surroundings softly, but the city lights told a whole different story

You couldn't resist and stopped to take a few photos.

Carlos hadn't resisted either, the expression on your face was something so rare - as if you were at peace, in your element - that he couldn't help but capture it

As a memory; he hadn't been very good at going unnoticed.

When you had noticed him, you had shouted at him to erase them, because you had certainly come off badly, because you weren't photogenic, and a whole series of excuses he didn't believe. You even tried to steal his phone, with little result: his reflexes were still those of a racing driver.

You weren't far from the club, but you had still sent Charles a message so he wouldn't worry.

It had been at least half an hour since you had left and Charles still hadn't texted you back.

You didn't seem to have paid it much attention

Carlos wasn't sure how he was supposed to feel.

He was annoyed by how obvious it was how much you cared about Charles, about not making him worry, about not forcing him to choose between you and him, so much so that he could bear to feel out of place and excluded, because for once Charles seemed happy.

He was ecstatic, because there was nothing more beautiful than hearing you speak and seeing your reactions when you realised you were really being listened to, because he saw sides of you that you wouldn't let anyone else see, because in that moment he had your undivided attention, just as you had his.

He was irked by how Charles didn't seem to notice how you seemed to be on the verge of tears the longer the conversation went on, how every time you tried to say something you closed your mouth and looked down, as you would have preferred to be anywhere else.

Yet it was so obvious.

"You know you can come to me, sì?" he had taken your hand, with that delicate touch he always had when it came to you, intertwining your fingers, admiring how well your hand - smaller, thinner, more delicate - fit in his

You were about to ask him to explain himself better, to clarify whether you had understood, whether there really was that unspoken that you had perceived, but he had already anticipated you, he already knew what you were about to ask him

"When you feel like it is too much. When you want to run away. Whenever you want, really"

He had come close, close enough that you could count the tiny freckles on his nose, close enough that you were captivated by the depth of his eyes, close enough that you were mesmerised by the movement of his lips.

Enough that you thought he would kiss you.

He didn't kiss you. Even though he wanted to. Even though it seemed like you wanted him to.

The look in your eyes was so focused on him, as if he was the only one you cared about, the only one who existed.

It was so beautiful.

But he couldn't kiss you, not when he could see Charles approaching, unaware of what was happening between you. Not when he knew how guilt would assail you.He couldn't do that, not to you.

He then caresses your cheek with his free hand, watching as you lean into his touch - into him - and squeezes your hand in one last hold, before letting you go, pulling away just enough, just in time for Charles' arrival.

You hadn't heard him arrive, your focus entirely on Carlos, you couldn't even have seen him because your back was to him, but when Charles had arrived, giving you a light kiss on the temple and holding the hand that Carlos had held just before, you couldn't help but stiffen.

It wasn't just feeling like what had happened with Carlos - everything and nothing - shouldn't have happened, but it was the feeling of how different Charles' grip was.

Less gentle, less kind, stronger, tighter.

The paddock was buzzing with energy. Free practice was over and qualifying would take place that evening.

At the moment the Formula 2 Sprint was taking place on the track, the roar of those engines had a calming effect on you.

You had seen some drivers watching the race, keeping an eye on the new talent, in some cases old friends, others were already preparing for qualifying, talking to their engineers and organising possible strategies

Charles was one of those.

Free practice hadn't been exciting and with qualifying so close Ferrari really needed something close to a miracle, given the previous races: they were fastest in the pit stops, good pace in qualifying, but even giving it their all, in the race, that car couldn't do better than fourth place.

Charles was under extreme pressure, you knew that.

Hamilton was still not comfortable with the car, making Charles the pivot of the team.

It was a responsibility. And he always let his emotions get the best of him when he was overloaded with expectations and responsibilities.

He was good at not showing that side of him to others, with that angelic face of his it wasn't difficult, all he had to do was smile and everything was forgotten.

Charles is not bad, but in those moments being around him became terribly difficult: he needed his own time and space.

He tended to close in on himself and concentrate totally on what to do to improve the car or his performance, sometimes for days.

Sometimes you hated him.

But he always managed to make it up to you. It was his way of being after all, and despite everything, he tried to be there in your moments of discomfort, to be there, even in the small things.

Even if he was sometimes late, he made sure he was there.

The good morning or good night messages, the surprise dates, the flowers delivered to you at work when he left without saying goodbye, perfectly calculated gifts like that, because he missed you or because seeing them had mede him think of you.

Even just shaking your hand when you were uncomfortable meant the everything to you.

Even if it was becoming more and more tiring, harder.

It wasn't the first time you felt him almost distancing himself, it happened quite often when the car wasn't performing well enough, but this time it felt different.

Charles was pulling away, it was something you couldn't explain, but you felt it.

His hand kept gripping yours, kept squeezing it tightly, but no matter how much strength he put into it, you had the feeling that if you let go, you would find no resistance.

You had thought about it, about what might happen if you pulled away, from his grasp, from him. Would he have run after you? Would he have let you go? Would he have even noticed that you were not there, beside him?

Sometimes you wondered if he wasn't doing it consciously, giving you the chance to let him go because somehow he hoped you would, that you would get away from him.

It was an ironic coincidence that you had arrived at Carlos's box. You didn't really have a destination, the walk was just to clear your thoughts and get away from the tense air in the Ferrari garage.

His words had kept coming back to you, more than you would have expected.

Perhaps because the idea of getting away, of running away, seemed tempting. Perhaps because you felt the time was coming to take a step back. Maybe because you felt your situation was becoming unbearable.

Maybe because Carlos could read you better than you could.

You hadn't dared enter the box, you had stayed in the doorway. You weren't really looking at anything, everything that was going on passed you by as if you didn't really see it.

You had noticed how much lighter everything seemed here, you had heard several laughs and had seen several people smiling. Not work-smiling, but as if they really had a motivation to smile.

In fact Williams was doing well, it was the first of the mid-range cars and in qualifying it was competing with the powers houses

You had turned around, ready to go back, when you were greeted by the Spaniard occupying the pit lane

"Cariño. You've come"

He was slightly sweaty, but still extremely handsome.

He smiled at you, though he then looked at you half-closing his eyes, slightly worried

"Why are you not inside? You could have waited there"

He took your hand almost reflexively, finally crossing the pit entrance.

On the way he had stopped to greet everyone you met, even taking the time to introduce you, to make you feel welcome

Once in his driver's room the Spaniard wasted no time, handing you a glass of cool water. He didn't know how long you could have stayed in the sun, the temperatures weren't summer, but the air was still warm and Carlos certainly didn't want to risk you getting heatstroke.

When you finished drinking he looked at you, raising an eyebrow slightly

"You said I could come, if I wanted to."

He shook his head, sighing a laugh, sitting down on the settee

"You didn't have to wait outside. Under the sun. That's dangerous for your health"

You shrugged, not meeting his eyes ‘It felt…wrong. Coming here, when you were not here."

"So you decided to wait outside" he sighed, shaking his head, as if dealing with a small child "Puedes ser tan tonta a veces"

He took your hands, pulling you towards him

"What's that supposed to mean?"

"I told you, you could come whenever you felt like it. You didn't have a problem back in-"

"It didn't feel like I was cheating, back then" You sat on his thigh, resting your head on his shoulder. You felt Carlos wrap one arm around your waist, while his other hand continued to hold yours tightly.

He tried to meet your gaze, a silent way of asking for more explanation, but you were staring into space, lost in looking at something that wasn't there.

He could guess though.

When you joined a team, especially for a long time, it was normal to form a bond, the team became a kind of family. At least, that was usually how it went.

He had seen more than anyone how committed you were to supporting the team, but despite that you had never managed to integrate.

You were shy, and perhaps a little anxious, but that didn't stop you from always being kind and helpful, always with a kind word for everyone, never out of place.

The team liked you and the fans liked you: you had earned the title of good luck charm, because every time you showed up in the paddock, Ferrari got good results.

On paper there was nothing wrong with you, in fact, you were probably the most supported of all the wags, and that fact alone should have indicated how involved you were, yet you still felt like an outsider.

You didn't feel part of the team because no one had made you feel like it.

Being the nice person you were didn't automatically make you part of the family that the team was, and maybe being Charles' girlfriend made it even more difficult.

Charles has very good driving skills, good qualifying results and good race pace. Carlos had no problem admitting this. He also liked him on a personal level, he was funny and didn't take himself too seriously, but he was also someone who worked hard and demanded a lot of himself.

But Charles had always had great difficulty in making his work and private life coexist. He wasn't the only one, when work becomes an extension of you, it becomes difficult to notice everything else, but Charles was really the worst.

All his previous relationships had ended for that exact reason, because after a while he would focus too much on the performance of the car, how the championship was going, the dinners with the team and the outings with the other drivers. Not that this was being told to the public.

But with you it was even worse: you seemed to really want to be part of Charles's world, even if you weren't the greatest car expert out there. You were probably the person who supported him most after his family.

And how could you feel part of that world if your boyfriend in the first place couldn't make you feel like you beloged to it already.

Carlos knew this. You went to him whenever you needed an explanation and he was happy to give you whatever he could, because it was wonderful how hard you were putting in for Charles.

You didn't have to do that, he'd told you a couple of times, but you smiled and replied that it was nice, it was a way of understanding why Charles seemed so infatuated with the sport.

He was somehow jealous and at the same time furious with his now ex-teammate: you tried to be supportive of him whenever you could, even when he shut himself off from the world. He couldn't even find time to say goodbye to you before he left for a race

"I was thinking" you didn't talk, you were whispering, as if you were telling him a secret "that maybe I should let it go"

Now Carlos was slightly confused, he had the feeling that what you were about to say he wouldn't like "Should what go?"

"All of this." you made a circular motion with your hand "Before I start to hate it. Coming here, cheering, smiling is becoming tiring.Sometimes I just wanna go home"

You weren't crying, but it was as if you were swallowing sobs. Because you didn't want to be a burden even at your lowest moment

He began to run his hand down your back, over your hair, slow, gentle movements

"You can hate it, if you want" He didn't really want you to hate that world, because he was part of it too, but motorsport wasn't a kind world, it never had been, but you had every right to hate it, even if it broke his heart, because it meant not having you so close anymore, to brighten up even the dreariest of days

"I can't" you surprised him, stroking a lock of his hair, in a way that made him shiver, as you looked at him "Because that would hurt you"

It was light, delicate, the way your lips touched his, so gentle that Carlos thought it was almost a product of his imagination, of his wishful desire to taste you, at least once, to feel you his, at least once.

It takes him a moment to react, a moment too long for you, because you're about to pull away because you got carried away, because you probably misread the signals, but then you feel his hand on the back of your neck, strong, to prevent you from pulling away, and then you relax into his touch.

Carlos feels like he's in heaven when he feels you relax on top of him again, when he deepens the kiss and you hold tighter to him, when he feels your nails caressing his hair, when he feels your scent sticking to him from how close you are, and there's nothing he could want more right now.

He doesn't let go of you when the kiss ends, in fact, he holds you even tighter as he rests his head on your neck, leaving a few small kisses, hoping that his scent stays on you too.

No words are spoken for a while, he continues to kiss your neck as you stroke his hair

"You could stay here’ he murmurs, before lifting his head again ’You know Alex. And James's nice"

"Carlos I-"

"If you want to leave it's okay, but if you ever want to come back, you could stay here,if you want. With me"

“Shouldn’t Charles help you with that?”

You were walking down the stairs of the hall with your suitcase when this was easily lifted by a hand you knew well.

It didn't seem to you that the Williams drivers were staying in the same hotel as the Ferrari's, but you were still grateful for his help. Your suitcase was definitely heavier than you remembered, or perhaps, more simply, you were more tired than when you arrived

You smiled when you heard the Spaniard mention your fiancé. It was a sad, somewhat nostalgic smile that made Carlos ask what else the other driver had done.

"He should. Yeah" these days you had been thinking a lot about your relationship with the Monegasque, coming to the conclusion that it was time to end it, to take a step back.

You didn't know how much of what had happened with the man who was now carrying your suitcase down the stairs had had to do with your realisation; you suspected that it had somehow speeded things up, but not the outcome.

You love Charles, but loving him couldn't keep making you put yourself in second, sometimes third, place.

You love Charles, but for a while you began to hate him, because for once you wanted him to choose you over that machine, to notice you without you having to reach your maximum level of discomfort.

You wanted him to know, without you having to tell him.

Because that's how it worked with Charles, for too long now

"I think he's busy. Maybe he forgot" you snorted a laugh, typical of Charles. Somehow you kept justifying it, because you knew him, you knew, but it wasn't right. "But my flight can't wait for him to remember. I have a life too."

You were now out of the hotel, but Carlos was still holding the suitcase, even when you waved to him to stop, because you had now reached the taxi rank.

He looked at you, smiling slightly, one eyebrow raised "Have I already told you that sometimes you're really stupid?"

"I recall that happening" was your turn to smile "Can I have that back now?"

You had held your hand out, ready to get your suitcase back, but not only did you not get it back, you had to be careful not to trip as you walked, because Carlos had taken you by the hand and continued on his way.

"Then I'm going to say it again cariňo. You can be really stupid sometimes. I'll take you there"

Part of you wanted to stop, to tell him there was no need, you could easily have taken a taxi, but another part of you appreciated the gesture.

It was really nothing major, but the mere fact that he did it meant the world for you. Maybe because you were no longer used to it

Carlos wasn't doing it out of pity, he was doing it because he wanted to. Because he wanted to spend more time with you before you left.

You still hadn't given him an answer, regarding his proposal. Not that he had demanded it.

At that moment, just having you there, smiling, in his car, still interlocking your fingers with his every time he took your hand, was fine, if that's what you were willing to give him, then he would gladly take it.

He was the last person you saw before you went home and decided what to do with your life: you had been given a job offer that was too good to be true.

The offer had been on the table for a while, but you had kept refusing, partly because of your situation with Charles, partly because you really didn't feel ready, but now that you seemed to need a big change it felt like the right thing to do.

Carlos doesn't expect a goodbye kiss from you.

It is gentle, light, so light that as soon as he realises it you have already fled into the airport but he continues to watch your advancing figure, until you turn to look back and then raise your hand, waving to him.

Perhaps you are smiling, he's not sure, he's smiling as he responds to your greeting

Once Charles took off his helmet he felt he could breathe again.

It wasn't an easy race, it never is, but he finally managed to get his car on the podium.

He is still not satisfied, he stands on the lowest step of the podium, but it is the first podium of the season, and with all the issues this car has, Charles believes that the goddess of luck must be on his side.

He does know that when you're in the paddock Ferrari has more luck than usual, he should probably take you out to celebrate. It wouldn't be like it was when you first arrived, it wouldn't be a group outing, although he appreciates that you decided to join him.

Just you and him. Out to dinner at some nice restaurant. He could give you your birthday present.

He got the timing wrong, true, but it had taken him a while to get tickets for that concert you'd confessed you wanted to go to. Finding a date that matched both your days off and his, without you noticing, had been difficult, but he managed it.

He could already imagine the surprise on your face.

He wasn't a fan, he had heard a few songs, but he didn't really remember any of the lyrics, but you were: you knew all the lyrics, every new album release, every tour

And if you did your best to support him even if you didn't fully understand what he liked about racing, he could have booked the best seats for you to have one of the best experiences of your life

He feels that he probably has a lot to make up for, and he has to do it well.

He gets worried when, knocking on the hotel room door, you don't answer.

He knows you left the Paddock earlier than usual, Bryan told him as soon as he could, he also told him you didn't look well.

As soon as he was free, he was held up more than he expected, he ran back to the hotel.

His plans for the evening could wait, he had to make sure you were OK first.

He knocks one more time before taking the key to get in, and when he does, he doesn't quite know how to react.

It's obvious that the room has been redecorated, but there is not the slightest trace of your passing.

His suitcase is exactly where he left it that morning, but yours is completely gone.

He picks up the phone to call you, but turning it on a notification catches his attention

It's a text message from you

I'm at the airport, my flight will leave shortly and not seeing you arrive I thought you had been delayed. Or maybe you had forgotten. It doesn't really matter, I know you're busy with everything and all. Congratulation for podium, you did really good. I know this is not the right way to do, but I think we should break up.I don't know if I can keep doing this, us, and I need some time alone, for me, to sort things out. You've been awesome, really, and I wish you the best, but I have to take a step back.

Charles feels the ground beneath his feet. It's true, you had a flight to catch, he knew that. You had told him several times. He knew it. He had told you that you could come back with him, later, but you had refused: you had a pressing work engagement. He assured you that he would accompany you

He could not understand how something so important could have completely slipped his mind. He was busy of course, but he didn't think he was so engrossed in his thoughts that he'd forget something like that.

From there a spiral of thoughts had started, little things you had told him, little behaviours he had noticed, all things he had seen, and had decided to ignore, because he could think about it later, with a clearer mind.

It was obvious you wanted to get away from him, who knows how long he had forgotten something you had said to him or something you were supposed to do, and you had never made him think about it, because you were that kind of person there.

The worst thing was that it had all occurred to him now that you had told him, in a very soft, and gentle way, as you were.

He hadn't even been able to notice it himself, and he didn't know if there was a way back now

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What a (Not so) Strange World XIX

(Don't just) Wait and Trust to Fate

A.N: I'm really sorry this is so short compared to the others chapters, I tried, really, but I didn't like where it was headed - honestly I'm not even really satisfied - but I felt that If I kept on re-writing it I would be forever stuck on this -more than I already was I mean . There's still a little bit of world building, because I like that, so let me know what do you think

Part XVIII Part XX

As a teacher, Crewel was used to not fully understanding the actions and reasoning of his students.

Most of them were puppies who did not yet fully understand how the world worked outside school - no matter how much many of them needed a leash to mitigate the damage of their walks.

Sometimes he found himself thinking that even some adults needed someone to teach them manners, given how some of their actions didn't make the slightest bit of sense.

Crowley did not really fall into this category: it was rather common knowledge that the role of HeadMaster was awarded not to the person with the greatest magical power, but to the person who had demonstrated an extraordinary ability to reason.

It went without saying that these people were often peculiar in the way they did things, and their motives were not always clear, but there was usually reasoning behind their decisions.

Crowel had proved to be that kind of person, so despite everything, it was hard to question what he did.

You didn't have the slightest confidence in him, you'd made that clear from the start, you'd made no secret of it, from the time you'd arrived at the NRC to the unpleasant situation Mr Roseheart had found himself in, there had never been a situation where you hadn't complained about the HeadMaster's manner.

Crewel had found it amusing at first, your obvious displeasure - and probable disappointment - in Croweley, but neither he nor Trein had really given too much thought to the situation.

The Headmasters were also involved in matters outside the school, increasing the burden of responsibility.

It hadn't been that strange that he'd forgotten to escort you to the room they'd prepared for you, plus there was also Yuu's situation to consider in all that.

But this was the first time in a very long time that Crewel found himself wondering what exactly was going through Crowley's mind

"So, you're telling me" he began, running through his hair, as if trying to see if he understood "That the Headmaster appointed Yuu and Grim to investigate all these incidents, you and a few other Heartslabyul students decided to join them, looking for possible targets and possible clues…"

"The Headmaster didn't appoint Yuu and Grim, he threatened them! How… this is…", shaking his head, irritated at the mere recollection. Puffed " Riddle and the others decided to help after what happened to Trey, but it seems that Riddle had already noticed that something strange was happening, so Cater had already noted down some possible targets. But we still don't know who the culprit might be."

"But you're working on something, I assume’"Your eyes had lit up. Crewel knew that light, it was the one that came on when you learned something new, when you got an idea ‘Is that why you came here?’

You felt yourself blush on your face. It wasn't as if you were trying to hide the reason for your visit, but the fact that it was so clear embarrassed you.

(But Crewel knew you, he knew how to react to certain things, and it wasn't as if you were so difficult to read.

You just had to observe carefully)

"Kind of…" you looked around at the various books, ledgers and filing cabinets in the room ‘ There is an archive for Unique Magic that I could use?…’

Crewel weighed your words for a moment, before heading towards an inlaid wooden bookcase.

" Every country does have a register of Unique Magic, but as far as I know you cannot see them without a permit. If you want to know more you should ask Professor Trein".

He levitated a pair of registers towards you.

" Some students develop their Unique Magic before enrolling, but some others do actually develop it here, and when they do, it gets written in here."

"And I can… have them?"

"Usually not. A Unique Magic is something personal to a Mage, and while for some it's not a problem to make it known, for others it is. But this seems to me to be a situation where an exception can be made. If your student has developed his Unique Magic during his schooling, you will find it written down".

He messed up your hair, advising you to get to class before you were too late.

(On the way you peeked, to see if the deer was still where you had seen it, but it was already gone).

You had felt a little guilty during the lesson.

Trein was going over the concept of magicpens, explaining their importance to a wizard, but you hadn't followed a single word: you were too busy trying to get something out of what Crewel had given you.

You had concentrated on the students of Savana Claw, following what Rook had told you, but you hadn't been able to find much.

The roster Azul had given you listed the players who possessed Unique magic, so you went to check which of them had developed it at the school, but none of their spells seemed likely to cause the incidents that were taking place.

All that remained was for you to investigate what the Unique Magic of those you hadn't yet eliminated from the list might be.

To think that the Housewarden was among them was already giving you a headache.

From what you remembered they hadn't been very hospitable the last time you'd shown up in their territory.

(When the lesson was over, Trein sent you an admonishing look, probably knowing that you hadn't followed his lecture at all and that this would affect your schooling.

It was no mystery, you knew that Trein always marked who attended the lesson).

You were near the courtyard when you heard Grim's shrill voice shout something, forcing you to turn in the direction his voice came from.

You were not surprised to see the three Problem Child and Yuu. What surprised you was seeing a third person with them.

You only realised who it was when he walked past you, moving away from the first years, while you did the opposite: it was Savanaclaw's little hyena.

While Deuce was worrying about how Riddle might react to the fact that “they'd let him get away”, you went to get the magic pens that had been - very kindly - left on a nearby wall.

Yuu filled you in on what had happened as Ace and Deuce - and Grim, especially Grim - got into a fight with Jack, who, honestly, you hadn't even seen coming.

Still, it certainly wasn't hard to notice.

The scene must have been funny from the outside: three students and a cat having a fight and two other students not far away chatting as if nothing was happening.

The fact that they had managed to find out that Ruggie was the culprit before you had mildly irritated you: sometimes you really complicate your life.

The fact remained that what Ruggie said was true: there was no proof that he had caused those incidents

(Semantics; if you had managed to organise things well you would have been able to find something, you were sure of that, but first it was better to listen to what Jack had to say)

"Cowardly tricks make me sick! There is no meaning in such a victory! I wanted to use my power to claim victory at the summit!"

"Ah" you heard Ace sigh "This guy is a pain in the ass."

You couldn't help but smile "You'll find that Jack here cares a lot about honour."

("I get it! I really get it! That feeling!"

‘We have our nuisances too’).

The information Jack had was extremely interesting - although the part where he talked about Leona made you smile: you remembered how he used to talk about Vil when you were younger - and had somewhat confirmed your suspicions

( and what Rook had told you. Now that you thought about it, you were ready to bet that the blond knew exactly who was behind this plan. )

You were astonished when the wolf said he didn't want to take part in the plan that Riddle - who had arrived with Carter - was about to explain, but you had to hold back a laugh when Yuu pointed out to him that he wouldn't be able to do much on his own

"I-it's back…' Prefect, blunt insight."

As you listened to Riddle's plan you couldn't help but think, amusingly, that Ace reacted to Jack's way of being, the same way you reacted to his

It had been a while since you'd found something funny.

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What a (Not so) Strange World XVIII

(You will find ) Your Progress is encouraging

A.N: Soo…uhm…I guess you could say I like worldbuilding and if you couldn't tell, well I'm telling you. I liked writing that part, so I hope you liked it too, at least a little.

Part XVII Part XIX

You weren't sure what time it was, the light coming from outside was faint, you could see tiny dust particles under that light - too bright to be sunlight.

Your neck ached: falling asleep on the table in the common room had not been a good idea in fact.

The night before, you had been reading through the documents Azul had kindly provided you with and had tried to cross-reference them with the information you already had.

You were pretty convinced that whoever was causing all these incidents was using their Unique Magic: the guide to magic you had started reading had given a brief but detailed description of what the different types of magic were and how they might differ.

Thinking back to what both Riddle and everyone you had spoken to had said, it was rather obvious that this could not be a normal spell; most spells required a specific movement or enunciation for the magic to happen anyway.

There were exceptions, the Fae's magic, for example, but you doubted it was a fae that caused those accidents: it's true that in many stories fae cause bad pranks for all sorts of reasons, but in this case you didn't see the point… Diasomnia Dorm was the candidate for victory, its HeadWarden had been proposed to be part of the Hall of fame so as to give the other dorms a chance… none of them would do something like that, you excluded it.

Unique Magic also functioned in a similar way: not so much at the level of the spell itself, since there had to be an enunciation, but at the level of perception a Unique Magic bypassed all the rules that other types of magic were subject to, thus making it more difficult for any one person to tell if they were under a spell and if so,what type of spell it was.

Unique Magic were practically the exceptions of magic, which made them extremely interesting, given how different they could be from each other.

( You didn't think you had read anything like that in those texts you had studied in your world, and you almost regretted it, because studying something so complex, that defied magical laws, looked exactly like something you would do.

Assuming Maleficent had deemed you fit to do so, of course).

You must have been so tired that you didn't even realise you had fallen asleep.

Convinced you still had a few hours of sleep to spare before you actually had to start the day and go to class, you climbed the stairs, heading for your room.

It was by mere chance that all your senses came back alert, all at once.

The door to Yuu and Grim's room was open, making you hear loud and clear Grim talking in his sleep, but more importantly making you see how Yuu's bed was empty.

It could have been a hallucination from sleep, or a strange play of light, but you decided to enter the room, out of curiosity, and so it was that you dubiously returned downstairs, almost stumbling down the stairs because their bed was empty and you had no idea where they might be.

Normally you wouldn't have worried so much: Yuu didn't get into trouble because they wanted to, and had proven to be a trustworthy person, the problem came from all the incidents you were investigating.

If the culprit had realised what you were doing Yuu would definitely have been the first one targeted: they had no magic to defend themselves.

You were outside the dormitory when you saw familiar fireflies in the distance - Mister Fae must have been back exploring - and you saw a silhouette heading back towards Ramshackle.

When they saw you, Yuu increased their pace, almost running towards you, who you were looking at as if to make sure they were alright, leading them to ask you in turn if you were alright.

"No. I'm not fine… I was going to bed and I realised you weren't in your room. You weren't anywhere. You know there's someone who is…"

" I'm sorry to have worried you…. Grim was talking about sleep, and I couldn't sleep, and really… I appreciate you worrying about me, but… I'm not a baby, and I doubt anyone would come here just to scare me…"

Yuu had noticed the look you gave them when they said they doubted anyone would come to Ramshackle

"And who were you talking to?" The tone you'd used was inquisitive, as if you already knew who they'd been talking to - and honestly, if you knew, Yuu would have appreciated being made aware of it

"A-uhm… strange horned-guy. I think he was some kind of archaeologist… didn't told me his name tho, he said it was better this way. Honestly there's no one normal in this place I swear"

At their words you not only relaxed, you smiled.

If you had to be honest, Mr. Fae seemed much more normal than other students you had met, Rook in the first place, and your classmate and the Fae his housemate.

"And who were you talking to?" The tone you'd used was inquisitive, as if you already knew who they'd been talking to - and honestly, if you knew, Yuu would have appreciated being made aware of it

"A-uhm… strange horned-guy. I think he was some kind of archaeologist… didn't told me his name tho, he said it was better this way. Honestly there's no one normal in this place I swear"

At their words you not only relaxed, you smiled.

If you had to be honest, Mr. Fae seemed much more normal than other students you had met, Rook in the first place, and your classmate and the Fae his housemate.

And indeed, Yuu had a point: venturing into Ramshackle at night just to ‘scare’ someone wasn't something whoever was orchestrating the strange incidents would do.

But that didn't diminish your awareness that Yuu could seriously be at risk if something happened: your protection spells weren't bad, but you didn't know how long you'd be able to keep them active on someone who wasn't you, and you didn't know how far the subject could get away from you before the spell no longer took effect.

You should ask Trein if he was willing to give you some lessons on this.

You should also ask him if there is an archive containing the students' Unique Magic, because if there was, it would have made your job a lot easier.

But that would have been something you would have worked out after you had slept a few more hours.

Or at least, that was the plan.

You really thought that once you put your head on the pillow you'd fall asleep, but between Grim talking in his sleep and Yuu mumbling something in the room opposite, it was really hard to go back to sleep.

As if that were not enough, you had had a strange feeling in the pit of your stomach all night, which had made it impossible for you to relax.

When you were finally on the verge of falling asleep, your eyes opened wide, alert.

You had heard someone speaking to you. You did not understand who that voice belonged to, nor what it was saying: it was a muffled sound, as if speaking through a wall, making it impossible to distinguish the words it spoke.

But you had heard it. Yet there was no one in your room. And this did not sound like a prank Ramshackle's ghosts would play.

Morning came too early for your liking, too tired to really be an active part of what was going on around you.

You almost missed the nickname Grim had proposed for Mister Fae.

Tsunotarou.

Perhaps you had no right to complain at all, if you had nicknamed him Mister Fae, then Yuu could call him ‘horned guy’ for as long as they saw fit.

In retrospect though, it was already the second time the Fae had ventured out to Ramshackle.

When you'd first met him you hadn't asked him what he was doing there, in fact it had completely slipped your mind that you'd met him - you only thought back when you met Lilia.

It was strange. A lot had happened that day, but not enough to make you forget that you had met a Fae

"If Tsunotarou is a student here, who knows when we might run into him? If we do, introduce me! I ain't never seen a human with horns before"

"‘That's because he's not human," you said in a yawn, as you joined Cater and Riddle on Main Street.

You didn't even realise you'd dropped some kind of bombshell for both Grim, who shouted something at you about how you could know that you didn't hear in the slightest, but especially for Yuu, who had a confirmation regarding the conversation you'd had the night before.

You knew who Tsunotarou was.

Why you hadn't told them that was another of the questions Yuu found himself associating with you.

You smiled at the interaction between Riddle and Yuu: you had already figured it out when you had gone to Heartslabuyl, but seeing how much nicer his treatment was made it really obvious how Riddle wasn't a bad person at all - a tyrant - and how he was working hard to improve himself.

You didn't know how he felt about the Overblot thing, and to talk about it on Main Street didn't seem appropriate, but you really hoped that someone was doing something about it.

You were obviously referring to Trein or Crewel. You knew for sure that they were responsible adults and would certainly get down to the business of doing something about it. About Crowley you didn't hold out even a vain hope.

Maybe you should have asked Trein to help you do something about the Yuu situation? You just didn't want to add to his workload. You still remembered how much time he had spent trying to find a way to bring you back to your world.

(Now that you thought about it, you still hadn't asked either Stacy or Drizzy if they could do you the favour of a lifetime: get a mobile phone for Yuu.

Maybe you'd call them later)

Unlike the others, you did not go to the Cafeteria to talk to Jamil.

Sure you felt sorry for him, and from that one interaction you'd had he didn't seem like a person unaware of the surroundings or inclined to get hurt, but if you were going to continue with your personal plan you needed to go somewhere else

(You would have gone to check Jamil's condition later, he was a victim anyway).

You hadn't paid much attention, but walking around the school when there weren't many people around was extremely pleasant and relaxing.

Also due to the not-so-quiet days - and your more or less questionable company - the calmness of these moments had extremely affected you.

You could distinguish footsteps in the distance, and some muffled laughter, probably from students on their way to the cafeteria or to class, but you could also perceive the few animals venturing around the NRC.

Compared to the RSA there were far fewer animals roaming the place - or so it seemed to you - so you had to fight the instinct to run towards the equestrian field area: near a tree you could glimpse the silhouette of a fawn. There seemed to be someone else with him, but because of the distance you couldn't make it out.

It was interesting though. From what you knew they were curious animals, but also extremely shy.

To see - glimpse - such an animal in a place like the NRC was something curious. You didn't remember seeing a fawn during your short stay at the RSA.

Maybe if you had hurried you would have been able to see it a little closer.

You increased your pace slightly as you made your way to the teachers' lounge where you found Lucius dozing on a desk, and Coach Vargas.

The mere sight of the man made you retrace your steps: it had been a reflex movement, and strangely enough you had managed not to trip over your own feet.

(So maybe your having two left feet happened when you had the P.E. class).

You were well aware that you had class with Vargas that day, and you had no desire to see him for longer than necessary: the problem was not even him, it was his subject matter.

Just as you were about to turn around and join the others in the Cafeteria you heard the very recognisable - at least to you - patter of Crewel's shoes, which had thus made your short journey not entirely pointless.

He signalled for you to enter the teachers' room, which you did, trying to hide - as far as possible - behind Crewel himself, so that Vargas wouldn't see you and wouldn't try again to make you take part in his ridiculous diet.

(It was from day one that he talked about a diet of raw eggs and you couldn't remember what else, because ‘great magicians need a strong constitution’ or something like that.

You knew for a fact that some of your classmates were really taking that diet seriously.

He had once taken you aside so he could study a diet especially for you, and really, you appreciated the gesture, but your calorie intake was fine as it was)

You breathed a sigh of relief when the coach turned away, giving the impression that he hadn't seen you

"So Pup, what brings you here?"

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