iv, v, vi

Parts iv, v, vi

wc: 2.6k

Student Multiplication: 956

A Class Escape: 1.2k

A Carbonara Scrape: 448

A/N: hello yes I am back from the dead 👍🏿 sorry I've been inactive for MONTHS but I've gotten lazy with this book but I was able to finish this chapter so yay me

also I start school on Thursday pray for me

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iv: Student Multiplication

"Red... Red... BAM! Wh-whoa! It turned blue?!" Deuce yelled out in surprise.

Grim had yelled out a spell as well. "Change, o foul color! Change! AHA!"

"BWAH! The rose caught on fire!" Grim screamed as the rose burst into flames.

After all of that, the four freshmen and junior had regrouped. "Wow. You're even less competent than I thought."

"Don't lump me in with these idiots! At least my roses were painted red and didn't catch on fire." [N] said with a small scoff.

Cater chuckled. "And that's why you get an A++! Yay!"

"Yo," Ace spoke up. "Maybe you should leave the roses white. They look perfectly pretty 'n stuff to me."

"It's a matter of tradition."

The words spoken by the upperclassman had sent a small shiver down [N]'s spine, but they just brushed it off.

"You can't have an unbirthday party without the roses being red." Cater said matter-a-factly.

"And you can't have a croquet match without seven-colored flamingos as mallets and a hedgehog as bait." Cater said with a smile. "Oh, but of course, the roses need to be white when the garden flowers put on their spring concert. That's absolutely crucial."

[N] just sighed, the rules had given them a headache.

Grim crossed his arms. "All your rules are completely insane!"

"They say the Queen of Hearts made up these rules herself—she was the one of the Great Seven, you know." Cater said.

Cater continued with his speech. "And Riddle is all about tradition. Probably more than previous housewardens, T-B-H."

"So he's going the extra mile just because?" [N] said as they put their hands on their hips.

Cater nodded. "I'll admit that he's, well... a bit extra."

Ace scoffed. "Yeah, no kidding. I sure don't have time for this nonsense. Is Riddle here? I gotta talk to him."

"Yeah probably." Cater said with a slight nod.

[N]'s eyes widened. "Ace, do you think you're in the right state of mind to talk to Riddle?"

"Yeah. What makes you think I'm not?" Ace crossed his arms.

[N] took one hand off of their hip. "You seem like the type of guy who would punch someone to knock sense into them."

"Hey! I'm not a barbarian!" Ace got up into [N]'s face as a small blush appeared on his face out of embarrassment.

Cater spoke up. "Are you sure that's wise? Did you even bring an apology tart to replace the one you ate?"

[N] had let out a dragged out sigh as they heard the words that fell from Cater's mouth.

Ace scratched the back of his head. "Uh, no...? I came here first thing in the morning."

"Ah ah ah... that could be a problem." Cater had mustered up a nervous smile on his face.

"Have you forgotten rule 53?" Cater had said, making [N]'s jaw drop. "'Stolen items must be replaced.' If you're not in compliance, I can't let you in."

[N] had grabbed at their hair. "Who would remember a rule like that anyway?!"

"Are you serious?!" Ace was taken aback.

Cater's face kept the same smile. "All dorm residents must obey the rules. If I let you slide, it would be off with my head next!"

"I hate to say it, Ace, but I'm gonna need you to leave before Riddle spots you. Thanx." Cater's eyes had narrowed while his smile stayed the same.

Ace's eyes widened even more. "I... think this guy is for real. You guys, do something!"

"What the fuck does all of this have to do with me?!" [N] looked at Ace in disbelief.

Deuce looked at the red head with a frown. "Why should WE do anything?"

"C'mon, please! I can't use magic! Hurry, He's–" Ace was cut off.

>> ROSE RED TYRANT

"Do make sure you bring that tart next time, m'kay? Buh-bye now!" Cater said as he closed the gate behind the group of four."

>> HEARTSLABYUL DORM

Ace's face held a frown. "Was that guy for real?!"

"We hit him over and over, but he just kept coming. Maybe he was using some kind of illusion magic?" Deuce said as he held a finger to his chin.

"So lemme get this straight: we walked in there, totally tartless, but this dude still made us do that whole song and dance before throwing us out?" Ace said. "He just wanted to make us paint his stupid roses!"

Grim crossed his arms. "We sure looked like a bunch of chumps."

"And you, [N], didn't even help us out!" Ace said as he pointed at the freshman who was still on their phone.

[N] shrugged. "It wasn't my fight, so why should I participate?"

Deuce sighed at the words spoken. "I guess we'll just have to get an apology tart and come back. Maybe after class, we can— oh no!"

"What's wrong?" [N] asked as they put their phone in their pocket.

Deuce's wide eyes looked back at the group. "We already missed the first bell! We're gonna be late to class!"

[N] groaned 'Do I really have to go to school again? I already went through freshman year.'

"Myah! I don't want to get a blemish on the first day of my glorious Night Raven education!" Grim exclaimed. "Shake a leg, chumps! To the classroom, pronto!"

Ace tried to lighten up the tense mood. "Hey, so what class do you guys have? You two are obviously freshmen."

"We're in the same class as Deuce. Class 1-A." [N] had spoken up for both them and Grim.

Deuce nodded. "We got Potionology for first period."

"Oh ho, yeah! That sounds awesome!" Grim cheered.

A bead of sweat fell down Ace's face. "M-maybe I don't need magic for that?"

v: A Class Escape

>> LABORATORY

Period 1: Potionology

"Ah. You must be my new homeroom students." A male with white and black hair said. "Hm, that's quite the unusual coat of fur. Do make sure that you arrive properly groomed."

[N] whispered to Deuce, "Why is he using the type of language you would use for dogs on us?"

"My name is Divus Crewel. You may call me Master Crewel." Crewel said, making [N] cringe a bit.

"Now, take your seats. Class is about to begin. We're going to start with the basics." Crewel said with a small smile on his face.

[N] was not excited for what was to come.

Crewel had pulled out an item [N] could only hope was not used to hit kids and the like. "And by that, I mean beating the names and distinguishing characteristics of one hundred herbs and poisons into your tiny brains.

"The mycelia are another matter. But eventually, I'm hopeful you'll be able to take a walk without putting anything poisonous into your gaping maws."

[N] let out a deep long sigh as they started to tune the man's words out of instinct.

'I wonder what the cafeteria has for lunch today... I would kill for some [F/F] right about now.' [N] thought as they started to daydream.

Crewel noticed this and nudged their shoulder. "Oi."

[N] flinched at the sudden contact.

"If you don't have the decency to listen when I am talking, then I oughta beat some sense into you." Crewel said with a glint of mischief in his eyes.

'Bro I'm a teenager.' [N] thought as they backed several feet from the teacher.

"Huh. So... does anyone know what a mycelia is?" Deuce asked with his arms crossed.

Ace just shook his head before speaking, "I've never been one for like, memorizing what things are, ya know?"

"All I care about is how to tell the yummy plants from the yucky ones." Grim said with his paws on his hips.

>> CLASSROOM

Period 2: History of Magic

"I am your History of Magic teacher, Mozus Trein. And this is my familiar, Lucius." The male with gray hair spoke with a deep frown. "You are here to learn the rich history of magic, and how it has sculpted the world which you now so easily take for granted."

"Mrrrrooowww..." Lucius had meowed out.

Trein continued, "I grade based on classroom behavior as well as quality of work. Don't let me catch you sleeping."

"Now let us open to page fifteen."

[N] started to doze off as they opened their book, their eyes were switching from open and closed every second.

Ace had yawned as he also started to close his eyes.

Deuce nodded as he listened to their teacher. "Fascinating... 'Dwarfs' Mine'... Mhm, Mhm... 'Magical energy'..."

"Maaan... when do we get to the classes where we blow stuff up with magic?" Grim said with a bored tone.

>> SPORTS FIELD

Period 3: P.E.

"I'm Coach Vargas, and physically educating your feeble little bodies is my responsibility." Vargas said with a grin.

[N] scoffed. "My body is not feeble. I'll have you know that I used to be the only person on my track team who could throw a shot put and get more than 45 feet."

"Oh really?" Vargas had pulled out a tape measure and a college shot put from who knows where. "If you can throw this farther than 45 feet, we'll end class for today and everyone will be exempted from the workout."

[N] inspected the shot put as they spoke. "So I can throw this any way I want?"

"Yup! Just make sure to throw it as far as you can, with as much power as you can!" Vargas said with a hearty laugh.

[N] had shifted their body into a baseball pitching position. "Is this okay?"

Vargas gave a thumbs up with a smile. "Make sure you put all of your power behind your--"

[N] threw the shot put ball with all the power they could muster, making it go halfway across the field.

Vargas' mouth hung low as he slightly turned to the nearest student. "H-h-h-h-how far does that look to you?!"

The student, who happened to be Deuce, thought for a second as he waged the distance between the class and the shot put. "Most likely 100 feet."

Vargas' eyes then went wide as [N] smiled at the class.

"Since that was farther than 45 feet, class is excused for the day!" [N] announced to the class, making them all cheer.

"Ah yeah! [N] you rock!"

"Thank god for [N]!"

"We get to leave class early!"

Ace, Deuce, and Grim watched as [N] was crowded by the other students.

Deuce and Grim watched with their arms crossed while Ace held this sort of... love sick expression.

His pupils were now shaped into hearts while his breaths were turning into pants.

His face had erupted into an extreme blush while his eyes scanned the many hands were touching his b̷̰̬̤͖͔̺̣̯͖̱͎̖̅̌̐̋̈͋̽̀̃̂̏́̋̆̾̚͝e̸͔̙͍̰̥̪͖̠̥̰̋͂̓̏̈́̈́̀͜ļ̶̧̨̼̜̳̗̥̠͖̺͇̞̜̰͕̳̲̬̞̬̠̬̺̂̐͆̽̚͠ó̵̡̧̢̢̝̞̝̮̺̘̟͈̪̥̰̝̯͉̠͂̋̓̂̓̚͜ͅv̶̡̨̛̫̱͉̯̖͇̘̩̮̜̗̗̣̠̀͛̽̇̿̊̕ͅe̷̢̛͚̻̪̙̻̗͚̗͈̻̙͇̓͊̈́̊̀̍̅̿͌̀̃̀̈́̆̈́̊̌̀̽̐̉̓̿d̸̤̠͈̠̩̞̰̟̈́̋́̉̅͘͜ [N].

The red head was knocked out of his trance by Deuce shaking him by the shoulder. "Ace, you okay?"

Ace immediately went back to normal before looking at the blue haired boy. "Yeah? What makes you think I'm not?"

"Well It's just–" Deuce was cut off by a smiling [N] rushing over to the three.

"Class is over! C'mon, let's get changed!" [N] said before going off with a group of other freshmen.

Ace follows along with Grim, but Deuce can't help but stare at how Ace was acting with [N].

The touching, the constant blushing, and the looks of disdain when others treated them with kindness.

Deuce was, in other words...

Worried for [N].

>> ROSE RED TYRANT

"Let's see, our next class is..." Deuce trailed off as he scanned his schedule.

Ace crossed his arms. "This so-called magic school feels a lot like a lame, ordinary school."

[N] nudged Ace a bit. "Hey, you gotta learn all the boring stuff before you can actually do any of the fun stuff."

"I guess you're right. At least this collar won't be much of a problem after all." Ace said back.

Ace turned to where Grim should've been. "You with me on that, Grim? ...Hm?"

Ace had realized that Grim was no longer with them.

"Shoot! Where did the fur ball go?!" Ace questioned as he started to frantically look around.

Deuce started to panic as well, but he realized that [N] was calm and was looking at their phone.

"[N]! If Grim does something drastic again, you could get expelled!"

[N] pointed up without tearing their gaze from the device in their hand.

The two freshmen look up to see a struggling Grim in the confines of a frog tongue.

[N] sighed before putting their phone away and giving their attention to the two boys who were still stunned. "He was trying to get out through the window, so I summoned a frog so he wouldn't run off. And I removed his magic for the time being."

"Woah! You can summon familiars? Only the greatest mages can do something like that!" Deuce said with stars in his eyes.

Ace laughed as he looked back up at the struggling Grim. "Being able to catch the weasel is no small feat for you, [N]!"

"Get... me... down!" Grim said with a strain as he attempted to get free once more.

vi: A Carbonara Scrape

"Mrrah... why'd you have to string me up like a light fixture?" Grim said as he rubbed his over a part of his back.

[N] huffed. "Serves you right. Don't try and run away again. It's your final warning."

"Eep!!" Grim yelped at the sudden change in tone from the prefect.

>> CAFETERIA

"Wooo! Lunchtime at last!" Grim cheered.

"Whoa!" Grim started to drool, "They got some good looking grub!"

[N] hummed. "A buffet! Wow, this school must get a lot of funding..."

"Look how fluffy those omelets are! Ooh, grilled chicken! And a bacon-and-egg tart!" Grim yelled out,

Ace shushed him immediately. "Shhh! Dude, inside voices! Where was this energy earlier today?"

"[N], grab me the grilled chicken! There's only one left!" Grim said as he tugged on the prefect's leg.

Grim became more eager as he saw the large array of food up close. "And an omelet too. And that jelly-filled bread. Just fill your whole tray with 'em!"

"Uh, I need to get something for myself too. Calm down!" [N] chuckled.

Grim accidentally bumped into another student.

"Hey! Watch where you're goin'!' A student delinquent said to Grim and [N]. "M-my carbonara! You broke the yolk!"

Another delinquent chimed in. "Whoa, that's messed up! Pokin' the egg is the best part!"

"Whoa, dude. We're sorry, alright? So let's just be on our own merry w–" [N] was cut off by the second delinquent.

"You better make this right, pal!" The second delinquent yelled out, making [N] wince at how loud he was being.

The first delinquent grinned as he looked at [N]'s plate full of food. "I'm gonna need that grilled chicken of yours as compensation."

"If you could just listen to me–" [N] was cut off again.

Grim spoke up. "Myah?! No way! Hands off the bird, chump! I need my protein, because I am HANGRY!"

"Hey! That's no way to speak to an upperclassman! Catch me outside and I'll teach you some respect!" The second delinquent said, yelling out the last part.

"Um, excuse me, sir, but it said in the handbook that fighting with magic is prohibited..." Deuce said.

The first delinquent smirked. "Fighting? You got it all wrong. This is just me helpin' an ignorant freshman know his place."

"Now, let's see just how many ways there are to skin a cat, heh!" The second delinquent said.

"You really want to test that out?"

The delinquents hear someone talk from behind them. They turn and see [N] with shadows seemingly surrounding their figure.

Their irises no longer held their original color. They were now onyx and lifeless.

"Because there are a million ways to flay a human."

*ALERT! NEW FEATURE UNLOCKED!*

The YANDERE PERCENTAGE INCREASE OR DECREASE (YPID) is a system created for keeping track of the people [N] has made contact with!

This system is designed to keep [N] out of harms way and to prevent any confusion on the reader's part

The current increases/decreases goes as follows:

A. TRAPPOLA: 10% → 15%

D. SPADE: 3% → 5%