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I Woke Up at 3 in the Morning with These Ideas. So, Here. Take It.

Here’s some short fic ideas I’ve had over who knows how long and wrote down. Don't know if I’ll make them cannon or not. Take them, I guess.

- Late Night Hadrian and Vil Encounter -

Vil Schoenheit was about ready to smack someone, because today was just not his day, apparently.

First, some annoying paparazzi thought it would be a great idea to harass some Pomefiore students until they found Vil to get some exclusive photos, but one of them happened to be Dorji Medusa, a fellow third year Vil really couldn’t stand because of his disrespect towards Pomefiore’s traditions, who decided to take out his annoying experience with the paparazzi on Vil.

Then, Epel and Rook decided to disappear for the day. No matter how much Vil looked or tried to contact them, the two still decided not to show themselves. Which, while was really strange, Vil decided wasn’t that important compared to the annoying paparazzi.

And then. . . The dorm leader meeting happened.

You’d think it would be good that Malleus Draconia would finally show up to a dorm leader meeting especially since he wasn’t invited this time, but then, Leona, Leona fucking Kingscholar decided today would be the day to insult Malleus and cause the meeting to turn into a fight between the two. Vil was annoyed just thinking about that unpleasant meeting. Azul and Idia decided to leave while they could despite explicitly being told not to, and Kalim and Quentin stood around the room not doing anything like idiots trying to get themselves killed, but thankfully at least Riddle tried to help the situation. But, Gods, that took forever to calm down that fight.

Vil rubbed his temples, as if trying to soothe the headache that was today. “Well, today was certainly unpleasant. But, nothing can be done about that. I have work to do.”

So, Vil started has homework for the day. It was easy enough, Alchemy and Potions homework was too easy for him today-

And then, there was a tap at the door, it seemed somewhat like a knock at a door, not it wasn’t quite one, that Vil couldn’t put his finger on why. The tap was loud, just enough to be heard by Vil which made Vil think it was someone he knew. The tap also seemed to try to be imitating a knock at the door, which somewhat scared him.

Vil carefully assessed his situation before coming to the conclusion someone is playing a joke on him. Most likely Dorji, since he was really angry in their encounter earlier.

“Dorji! I swear to the Gods if you’re taking your anger out on me by pranking me, I’m giving you cleaning duty for another month!” Vil threatened the person on the other side of the door to his room, but the person didn’t respond.

Okay. so it wasn’t Dorji. Then who was it?

Vil sighed and got up from his desk currently filled with homework, and opened the door to his room. “If you have something to say, speak up.” Vil sighed as he opened the door into the dark and empty hallway, but there was no one there.

That is, until he heard a quiet whine coming from below his vision. To which, he turned his head downwards to see a dog. A bloodhound with a crocodile’s tail, to be exact. Its’ yellow sclera seemed to glow in the darkness of the hallway, and it sat in front of Vil’s bedroom door almost menacingly as if it was waiting for Vil to do something.

“Which one are you?” Vil asked in an upset tone of voice, annoyed he had to deal with one of Dorji’s dogs, though he also immediately regretted his choice of words and tone when the dog whimpered. But, it moved to make the shape of an ‘H’, as if he was trying to help. Which also temporarily showed the dog was hiding something.

“Ah, you’re Hadrian, is that right?” Vil asked, and the dog nodded at Vil’s question as if to answer it. “So, what do you want at this hour? It’s past curfew.”

To which, Hadrian stepped away from Vil’s vision for a moment and pulled out a plastic bag, and slowly pushed away the plastic, revealing a drink container with four drinks in it, which he seemed careful not to make any sort of mess on the drinks.

Vil inspected the bag for a moment, and saw it appeared to be smoothies. Hand-pressed fruit smoothies, from what it smelled like. It wasn’t from his favorite shop of hand-pressed smoothies, but it certainly was better than nothing seeing as Vil’s day wasn’t so great.

“Is. . . Is this for me?” Vil asked the dog, to which the dog nodded in response, and seemed to act out a quiet little skit with one person angrily yelling at another person, and making the latter person really sad, and then the dog circled the drinks. Luckily, Vil seemed to understand what Hadrian was trying to say.

“Ah, you got those for me because you saw Dorji yelling at me?” Vil asked, which seemed to make the dog confused for a moment, than look like he was contemplating something, and then nodded at Vil’s answer.

Vil reached down to pet Hadrian. “Thank you.” Vil pet Hadrian for a bit, before stepping aside. “Can you come in for a moment?”

To which, the dog nodded and carefully stepped inside Vil’s room, making sure not to get fur anywhere that seemed like it couldn’t be cleaned up. Vil picked up the smoothies Hadrian had offered him, though Vil somewhat doubted the dog bought those smoothies with his own money, closed the door to his room and set the drinks on his vanity then moved to where the dog was and sat in front of it.

“I feel bad for you.” Vil muttered, as he pet Hadrian once more. “Having to clean up after Dorji’s mistakes.”

This seemed to make Hadrian sad for a moment while he was being pet, but then he reached up one of his paws to Vil’s face before stopping, and put his paw on Vil’s leg, as if the comfort him.

Vil laughed at that for a moment. “Ah, did Dorji tell you not to mess up my make up?”

The dog nodded in response.

This seemed to make Vil laugh, as he looked like he was suppressing a laugh but came out as quiet giggles. “Of course he’d tell you something like that. Pffffft. What a werido, telling that kind of stuff to his dogs.”

With Vil’s face lighting up with laughter, Hadrian’s face lit up as well and his tailed started to move as well. After some time of the two smiling, Vil stopped to notice Hadrian’s happy face.

Ah, now that I think about it, I don’t think I’ve ever seen any of Dorji’s dogs smile. They always have such a serious look on their face up until now.

After Vil stared at the bloodhound-crocodile-thingy for a solid few seconds until the dog let out a quiet whine which snapped Vil out of his thoughts.

“Can I brush your fur?” Vil asked all of a sudden, despite realizing seconds later that the dog’s fur was super clean and shiny, so he might not need it.

Hadrian didn’t seem to mind though, and nodded his head cautiously. He then got up from his spot and walked towards Vil’s vanity, looking for something. Though, he didn’t go for the hairbrush Vil had sitting on the table at the time, and went for a smaller one that Vil admit he didn’t know he had and then brought it over to Vil, and sat down in front of the dorm leader.

He really does know his way around a vanity. Maybe Dorji makes him find a brush a lot? Or Dorji hides his brushes in a similar spot? Well, whatever the case is, he certainly takes better care of these dogs then himself. How annoying.

The dorm leader thought to himself as he brushed the dog’s fur, which was surprisingly more than Vil expected on a dog like Hadrian. Though, the dog didn’t seem as relaxed as Vil had expected, but the dog still seemed to enjoy being brushed.

“Your fur is cleaner than Dorji most days.” Vil commented, which seemed to catch the dog off guard. “Does he really take that much care of the two of you?”

Hadrian nodded at that, as he gestured to the vanity proudly as if he was trying to say something about it.

“Ah, is Dorji’s vanity full of your things?” Vil asked, to which the dog nodded happily. “Really. I wished he’d learned to take care of himself.”

The dogs seemed embarrassed at that comment, but straighten himself after a bit.

“There.” Vil said, as he finished up brushing the dog’s fur. After which, Hadrian turned to Vil and gave him a slight bow, as if to show respect or say thank you.

“If you want to thank me,” Vil commented, a smirk developing on his face, “then go to bed, alright? I’ve let you slide for staying up past curfew this once for being kind to me, but I don’t know if I’ll do it again.”

The dog nodded at Vil’s request, and moved towards the door, which after Vil stood up opened for him.

The dog looked back at Vil, as if confirming something until Vil simply waved at him to keep going forward. Which, the dog did, disappearing into the dark hallway.

- One of Masawa and Jamil’s Good Encounters -

Jamil Viper really was rushing himself within the Scarabia dorm today, and most of Scarabia didn’t know why.

Seeing as Kalim didn’t order a party that day, Jamil should’ve been much calmer then he currently was, but he’s not. At first, none of Jamil’s fellow dormmates pushed Jamil and why he was so stressed about, since, well, Jamil wasn’t the easiest to approach with how serious his face was. That is, until Masawa Naran poked into with Jamil’s life a little too hard. And by that, Scarabia’s local troublemaker that Jamil hated dealing with, found out Kalim was sick by breaking into Jamil’s room.

Kalim Al-Asim, the dorm leader of Scarabia and the one person Jamil’s family is indebted to, was sick.

And from what Masawa could see, Kalim must’ve gotten heat exhaustion is combination with something else.

But, what was Kalim doing to get this bad? Kalim usually doesn’t-

“Masawa?” Jamil seemed to be confused, upon seeing Masawa bent down in front of Jamil’s bed where Kalim laid. “How did you get in here?”

“Hmmm? I thought I heard a something in here. I thought left your beatbox on again, so I went in. You left your door unlocked.” Masawa pointed to the door to Jamil’s room, as he turned to face his vice dorm leader.

Now that Masawa actually looked at Jamil up close, Jamil wasn’t looking that much better than Kalim. If anything, he looked like he was in a similar boat.

Now that’s comedy! Jamil got himself overworked from something like this! Gods, he’s so stupid!

Jamil seemed confused for a moment, but then shook his head head. “That’s not important! Get out!”

“Why?” Masawa asked, as he closed Jamil’s curtains on the window, which defiantly made Jamil react, at least making Jamil relax a little as Masawa walked towards his main victim of teasing. “He’s not contagious. It’s heat sickness on top of most likely overwork, Jamil. Shouldn’t you know this?”

Jamil seemed a little shocked, like Masawa had nailed what was wrong with Kalim right on the head then his face changed to anger. “W-Why would you know something like that?”

“Jamil, we grew up in a similar area. The Kingdom of the Sun is an area in the Land of Hot Sands, it maybe bordering into other areas besides the Land of Hot Sands, but it’s still there.” Masawa poked Jamil’s cheek, causing Masawa’s hand to get thrown to the side with an angrier Jamil, before it hit Masawa like a rock what was happening.

“Ah. I should’ve figured. When Kalim gets into this kinda stuff you tend to follow soon after.” Masawa said, as he tried to take what Jamil but Jamil was not having it, as he would not let go what he was holding which seemed to be a tea of some sort. For a few seconds, the two were in a staring match which went nowhere until Masawa flicked Jamil on the forehead, causing Jamil to get knocked back pretty far.

“See? You’re not much better. Just-Eh?” Masawa then heard the clang of a tea pot falling and then saw a mess of tea on the floor.

Jamil had passed out.

Which caused Masawa to let out a sigh similar to what Jamil what would give him normally. “Annnnnnnnnnnnnd another one bites the dust.”

The sound of footsteps came closer to where Masawa was staring at Jamil’s unconscious body. “What happened-?!”

Several Scarabia students came rushing over to see what the commotion was about to discover a disappointed Masawa and Jamil laying down on the ground.

“Masawa! What happened?!” A third year seemed to speak for the confused group of students.

“Jamil passed out after he saw me here. This should be a case for Sherlock Homes!” Masawa said, but nobody seemed to get what Masawa was saying. Some of the group of students seemed just plain confused, some shook their heads at Masawa’s strangeness.

“Jamil and Kalim got heat sickness.” Masawa stated, as if he remembered this situation was serious.

“The dorm leader and vice dorm leader got heat sickness?” A second year asked, which seemed to confuse them even more.

“Yas queen.” Masawa said, with a face so serious that it really seemed like the group of Scarabia student were missing something. But most Scarabia students just sighed at Masawa’s comment. “Hilarious, I know right? Since they preach hydrate or diedrate.”

That this point, most of the people just seemed to be sighing at Masawa’s comments. “Moving on, we should let them rest, wait. . . what’s this tea?”

“Ah. That was mine.” Masawa sighed. “I was going to prank Jamil with some spiked tea and see if he’d get drunk!”

The dorm seemed confused again for a bit before Masawa spoke up. “Fine, fine. I don’t need your looks of judgment. I have an OnlyFans account for that. I’ll clean it up.”

At this point, most of the Scarabia seemed to have given up, and simply walked away from the scene. Some stood around the scene as Masawa cleaned up the tea for a bit, but then walked away, leaving just a passed out Jamil, a sleeping Kalim and a serious looking Masawa.

“Now, for the real work.” The only conscious member of Scarabia in the area said, as he picked up the vice dorm leader and set him down next to the sleeping dorm leader. After a few seconds of staring at the two though, he pulled down Jamil’s curtain at the top of his bed and situated it between the two childhood friends.

“Just in case Jamil flips his shit.” The second year muttered, as he left the room.

Masawa came back, with a big pitcher of cold tea, and a fan. Then, after placing the fan in the right place and taking off some of the excess leaders’ clothes, left saying, “No homo.”

It took a bit for Kalim to wake up, but when he did, he felt better. Much, much better then he did. It took him a bit to figure out where he was after he got out of bed, but he eventually figured out he was in Jamil’s room after he’d passed out.

He also was cold. Really cold.

So, Kalim decided to leave the room. When he opened the door, there was a huge different between the two rooms. Outside it was a temperature Kalim actually recognized and one that he was familiar with. Kalim took a deep breath of the other air, as if to help himself adjust. but then he smelled something. It seemed like someone was making something. Which confused Kalim, since he saw Jamil sleeping in the next room. So, Kalim went to investigate by himself.

And when he got the Scarabia’s kitchen, there was a bunch of people Kalim didn’t recognize, and they appeared to be chefs, but before the dorm leader could say anything someone shouted for him.

“Dorm leader!” A first year waved as he walked to where Kalim was.

“What’s going on?” Kalim asked, as the student approached him, looking relieved.

“Hmmm?” The first year looked around, and then sighed at the sight of the chefs. “Ah. Masawa brought them in. He said he wanted something from home.”

“Eh?” the dorm leader seemed really confused at that statement, which the first year shrugged at.

“I don’t know. He’s been acting weird since this afternoon.” the first year added, but gave an inhale of the kitchen’s scents and started to walked away. “Well, I suppose it doesn’t matter. We’re getting free food.”

“Do you you know where Masa went?” Kalim asked.

“Ah. I think he’s in the lounge. He said he needed to stay close to here.” The first answered, as he waved goodbye to his dorm leader.

Kalim waved goodbye as well, and walked to Scarabia’s lounge area. He opened the door pretty fast which seemed to scare Masawa inside, who just seemed laying on some pillows.

“Masa!” Kalim said, running over to him and tackling him into a hug.

“Yeah Kalim? What’s up?” Masawa said, as he sat up from where he was taking Kalim with him.

“Why’s there professional chefs here? Someone said you called for them.” Kalim said, trying to keep a enthusiastic curiosity despite his brain already going through what Masawa’s motive might be.

“Ah, that?” Masawa said, as he pried Kalim off of him and Kalim moved to sit in front of him. “I wanted some spinach puffs. The ones Sam sells aren’t good.”

“Spinach puffs?”

“Ah. You don’t know?!” Masawa seemed genuinely surprised by Kalim lack of knowledge. “It’s a side dish that somebody I know makes a lot! It’s like. . . Hmmmmm. Like a quiche.”

“What’s a quiche?”

“Eh?!” Masawa definitely seemed caught off guard by that. “It’s like a pie, but instead of adding sweet ingredients like fruits or pure sugar, you add vegetables. It’s really good if you do it right. Ah, I guess Clover might be better at explaining it.”

“Trey?!” Kalim seemed happy at this prospect, as Masawa sighed.

“Yeah.” Masawa ruffled his own hair. “I’ve seen him with some. I sure if you ask him, he’d be better at explaining.”

Kalim seemed taken aback by Masawa’s comment. Like Masawa had acted out of character.

Masawa seemed to understand this and sighed, flicking Kalim’s head in the process. “I maybe all knowing, but that doesn’t mean I’m great at describing them.”

Kalim moved his arms to hold his head that was in pain, but sat there staring at the Masawa who was currently sighing, and looked awfully similar to Jamil in that moment. “Ah, where you worried about Jamil and me?”

Masawa’s face of tiredness then immediately turned to his dorm leader in surprise and embarrassment. “N-No way! W-Why in Twisted Wonderland w-would I be worried a-about a b-busybody like h-him?!”

“You were worried!” Kalim seemed to take his tsundere actions as a sign of the fact being real. “Aaaaaahhhhh! Thank you Masa! Thank you very much!”

“I am not!”

“Are too!” Kalim’s pouty face appeared.

“Am Not!” Masawa was blushing now.

“Are too!”

“Prove it then!”

“You brought those chefs here because you didn’t want Jamil to cook in that state! And the room was cold and dark because you made it that way so we could feel better!” Kalim waited a few second, and after Masawa’s face got even redder than before, “Masa is such a kind person!”

“Okay, okay! So what if I was worried? Nobody’s that heartless!”

“Why on Twisted Wonderland are you yelling Masawa?” Another voice came into the lounge. When Kalim and Masawa turned to see Jamil coming towards the two second years with his usual tired face Scarabia normally saw from him.

“Jamil! Masawa was the one who called in those chefs!” Kalim hugged Masawa once again, this time shaking him as well. “He really is nice!”

“I told you I just I wanted some spinach puffs!” Masawa snapped back. “The ones Sam has suck!”

Jamil seemed surprised at the two playfully arguing, but then sighed again, this time happily as if to laugh at the two’s actions. “What am I going to do with you?”

- One of Medusa family’s and Epel’s Encounters -

TW: Fighting and Blood.

First Part Not Recommended for Vil Fans, as I Wrote That Part Around the Time I Made the Vil Memes, Which Even I Admit Are Kinda Mean to Vil Now.

Second Part Starts At “Let’s get out of here,”

Vil and Epel’s ‘lesson’ is certainly loud today. Gods, do they know that some people are trying to doing something important here?! Dorji Medusa angrily thought to himself as he did his homework within his room, and from the look on Dorji’s face, was was about ready to smack somebody to get somebody to shut up. And as if the dog read the room, Claudius stood up.

“Ah? You want to go out?” Dorji asked Claudius, as the dog walked towards his desk, immediately softening Dorji up. Dorji reached to pat the dog’s head, which Claudius accepted. “I’m sorry, I’m in the middle of a really complicated problem, I’ll finish up this problem and join you in a few minutes, alright?”

Claudius seemed to understand Dorji’s words as he nodded. To which, Dorji walked to open the door to his room and opened it as wide as he could and put in a door stop, and then moved to pet Claudius once more. “Try to have fun. I’ll play tug of war with you when I’m done to make up for lost time, does that sound good?”

To which, Claudius made a happy Yip! sound, but it was quiet, as if not to wake someone else in the room.

Dorji nodded happily at that, and pet Claudius’s head once more and then Claudius turned to leave the room, leaving Dorji and a sleeping Hadrian behind.

Claudius seemed to know exactly where to go to find the Pomefiore ballroom, as he navigated the hallways of Pomefiore so easily you’d think he was a student there. As he did so, the fighting between Vil and Epel got clearer and clearer to hear, and more people where seen outside their rooms, muttering things to themselves or to each other like,

“Vil is being really harsh on Epel today.”

“How scary.”

“Did something really bad happen to Vil? He never yells like this!”

“Aaaaaaaaah! Where is Vice Dorm Leader Rook when you need him?!”

“I’m really worried about Epel, but. . . Vil scares me like this.”

“I hope this ends soon.”

Claudius passed by these Pomefiore students with confidence, as if he knew what he was going to do. He walked confidently up to Pomefiore’s ballroom, and stood outside the door and then made a deep and low growling noise, the kind of growling that you know that something is ready to kill without even having to see the animal and strikes fear into anyone who hears it because it shakes a person to their very core because of their fight or flight instincts.

And, it seemed to strike fear into the bystander Pomefiore students, as there was many shrieks of pure fear and panic heard by the dog, but not by the person he wanted it to be from. So, Claudius opened the door.

And in the center of the ballroom stood Vil Schoenheit, aggressively holding Epel Felmier by his hair, with both parties faces red and injured with the two still yelling at it each other insults each other and not seeming to know something else had stepped into the room.

At that point, it seemed like Claudius had enough of the fighting and jumped at Vil, aiming for the arm holding Epel’s hair. Which he bite into hard enough to get Vil bleeding and scream in pain and thus causing Vil to let go of Epel, immediately causing Epel to step back to get away from Vil and Claudius.

“Gah! That hurts so bad! What in the name of the Gods was that?!” Vil cried angrily until he noticed Claudius biting his arm, soiling his gym outfit and then his anger seemed to have changed people and got worse. “Copper! Copper! Get your disgusting mouth off me!”

Which didn’t happen, as Claudius had decided to stick on Vil like a parasite. So, Vil and Claudius engaged in a battle of wills which went on for a while until Vil somehow managed to get Claudius off of him by hitting him, with Claudius then moving in front of a now terrified Epel once again growling the growl that was meant to terrify prey. This time, it seemed to get to Vil and Epel, as Epel now seemed scared out of his wits and was covering his head to protect himself and Vil now seemed pretty scared, and then another two people stepped into the ballroom.

“Oh gods! King of Poison! Mister Cherry Apple!” Rook Hunt rushed into the room before Claudius growled his menacing growl once again, which defiantly seemed to catch Rook off guard as he also seemed scared before he put his hands up in a sign of surrender.

While the other person, Dorji Medusa, rushed into the room past Claudius without any trouble and rushed over to the terrified Epel, who he then tried to comfort by speaking with him.

“What happened?” Rook simply asked the dog.

To which, Claudius barked a few times, a lot less scary than the growl he just gave, but still sounded pretty angry. But Rook seemed to understand what Claudius was trying to say, as he nodded at Claudius and simply said, “Let me take King of Poison. He’s hurt.”

Which Claudius seemed to allow, as he let a bark that sounded approving but still suspicious. Which, Rook took as a yes, and walked slowly towards Vil, who now seemed in a form of shock. Rook simply carefully grabbed Vil and walked the dorm leader out of the room slowly which Vil didn’t give any protest to. After Rook and Vil left the room, Claudius seemed to soften. After Claudius carefully closed the door to the room he turned to Epel and Dorji, making sure to give Epel a good amount of space and then letting out a whine that sounded it was friendly and trying to apologize, while Dorji simply asked, “Are you alright, Epel?”

“I fucking hate ‘em.” Epel said, plainly. “I wish I never came to this godsdamnned school.”

Which made Dorji silent for a moment, as if he was thinking to himself and then looked back at the door. “I don’t blame you.”

And after that, the two humans sat in silence for a while, while Epel seemed to try to compose himself and Dorji thought to himself before Dorji stood up from where he once kneeled.

“Let’s get out of here.” Dorji simply said, “Any place is better than here right now. I know a place.”

Epel lifted his head up from the ground, with a confused look on his face. “Eh?”

“I’d prefer not to hang around the place to hear Vil bitch about what happened or get caught in the crossfire of his temper. And from the look on your face, I don’t think you want to either. Come on, let’s leave.” Dorji then offered a hand to Epel.

“But. . .” Epel seemed conflicted for a moment while he took Dorji’s hand and stood up. “What ‘bout Rook?”

“Rook can handle himself.” Dorji simply said as he started walking towards the room’s exit with Claudius in tow. “He wouldn’t be the Vice Dorm Leader if he wasn’t the best person to deal with Vil.”

Epel took that answer, as he didn’t say anything else and the two boys and the dog left the room and exited into the hallway to encounter some Pomefiore students still standing on in the hallway, looking less afraid then before but still scared.

“Dorji! Where are you going?!” A worried second year appeared behind the two, moved past Epel and Claudius and grabbed Dorji’s sleeve.

“Wherever I fucking feel like. Gotta problem with that?” Dorji simply turned around with a look of disgust on his face.

“N-No! Not a-at all!” The second year then let go of Dorji’s sleeve, making Dorji, Epel and Claudius stop. “But, s-shouldn’t you s-stay? D-Dorm Leader V-Vil and V-Vice Dorm L-Leader Rook w-will get a-angry if y-you don’t!”

Dorji let out a sigh, the kind of sigh like he was disappointed but not surprised the question was asked. “Those two can kiss my ass. I don’t care about their or anybody else’s fucking feelings right now. I need to cool my head for a while if don’t want me like this for the rest of the day. Ah, in fact, I’d suggest the whole dorm leave the dorm room before that prick decides to go on a rampage because I’m not here to take Vil’s issues.”

The second year seemed to understand what Dorji was really trying to say, nodded and then rushed off to somewhere. Leaving Dorji, Claudius, and Epel and soon after the three started moving again.

“Dorji?” Epel spoke up as the group left Pomefiore’s mirror in the Hall of Mirrors, breaking the silence the two had.

“Yeah?” Dorji said, leaving the Hall of Mirrors and heading towards the Main Building.

“Where we goin’?”

“An empty classroom I know hasn’t been used in a while.”

“Huh?” Epel came in front of Dorji to stop him. “But won’t we get inta’ trouble?”

To which, Dorji simply patted Epel on the head. “No. I know somebody who uses that classroom for studying with permission. I’ll just say I asked them for the room for a bit today.”

Epel simply nodded, and continued to where Dorji guided him, which was really deep into the school that Epel didn’t know the students could enter until they came upon a door, which was locked until Dorji pulled out a key, and entered.

The room was definitely older than the classrooms Epel was used to being in, as this looked more like a normal high school’s classroom, with desks that look to be craved out of stone facing towards a big desk in the front of the room with a lamp on it and a chalkboard behind it, but the area surprisingly had no dust.

“’ow old is ‘his place?” Epel asked, as Dorji sat himself down at the big desk, turning on the lamp, which made the room light up as well.

“If I said I knew, I’d be lying.” Dorji simply answered, as he moved for some space with the desks and pulled out a rope from one of his pockets in his extremely modified dorm uniform, which Claudius seemed to recognize and bark happily at.

“Ah.” Epel said, as he looked around the room for a while, while Claudius and Dorji played a game of tug of war pretty intensely, after investigating the room and only finding a stash of pencils, pens, and stamps.

“Dorji?” Epel looked towards the two played with each other.

“Yeah?” Dorji answered Epel’s call, despite being locked in a tug of war.

“Who gave ya’ that key? And what’s it for?”

“I don’t know what this room is for exactly, but this whole area is meant for Ramshackle residents. A friend of mine gave me a copy of the key when where first years, I think it was because I told him I needed a place alone where Vil or Rook wouldn’t find me since I hated being at Pomefiore dorm then.”

“Ramshackle? Isn’t the dorm with the Andalasian, the monster and magicless student who managed to get in?”

“Mmmmhhmm.” Dorji nodded, which seemed to give Claudius the chance to take the rope for himself. “Aw. You got it this time. I guess I owe you some head rubs when we get back.”

“Wait, they can’t find us ‘ere?” Epel asked, seeming to have those words stick to him.

Dorji shook his head. “No. This area is Ramshackle’s according to what my friend said. He says Rook or Vil comes into this area they’ll be kicked out because he hasn’t approved them coming into this area, and if they manage to they are trespassing and they can get into serious trouble with Ramshackle’s dorm leader and the ghosts of the school.”

“Why’s that?”

“Ah. My friend said it has something to do with the area being Ramshackle’s area since the ghosts gave it to Ramshackle’s dorm leader to help them out.”

“Help out the ghosts?”

“I think he burns incense or gives offerings to the ghosts when he’s here, which calms the ghosts on the island down, since this is where they hang out most of the time.”

“Are we good ‘ere?! We didn’t bring offerins’!”

“You didn’t but that’s okay, I did.” Dorji said, pulling out a bunch of sticks out of one of his pockets, which then Epel realized was probably incense sticks and place it in a jar and used fire magic to light the sticks then turned to the other side of the room, which was empty.

“Me and my junior Epel are going to stay in this area for a bit. Epel was hurt by Vil earlier today and he needs some space away from Vil and Rook for a while, I brought him here to have that space. Sorry this is on such short notice. Shit hit the fan at my dorm.”

After a few moments of silence a ghost came into the room. A really skinny ghost with really creepy eyes appeared into the room.

“I see.” The ghost then moved towards the jar of incense and took it away, and then left leaving only the trace of a ‘thank you’ in the air.

After a few moments of silence between the two Pomefiore students, Dorji moved and sat on one of the desks.

“Well, now we’re alone.” Dorji simply said, crossing one of his legs over the other. “Do you want to talk about the incident?”

Epel simply shook his head. “No.”

“Wanna play with Claudius then?”

The dog, who had been proudly standing in that one spot he won his rope in, seemed to be listening now and turned towards Epel, as if he was giving Epel the chance to play with him. Epel stared at the dog for a moment and then nodded towards Dorji. Which, Dorji smiled at and nodded back.

“Well, you can play tug of war and see which of the two of you is stronger. I always lose to Claudius, but maybe you can beat him.” The third year gestured towards Claudius who then gave up a part of the rope, and crouched down in front of Epel and started wagging his tail.

Epel gained a smirk on his face, like he knew he was going to win this match and grabbed the rope laid out for him. “’lright. Be ‘eady, Claudius.”

To which, the dog barked happily, and Epel started to pull and then Claudius started to pull. And for a while, the two where locked in a state of their competitive stares, as they each tried to take the rope for themselves. Claudius, using a shaking technique in combination with moving and using his strength that most dogs used, while Epel seemed to be going by pure psychical strength.

The match of tug of war went on for a while as Dorji tried to cheer on both sides, which only seemed to motivation the two sides more, that is, until Dorji said he’d give the winner a treat and then Claudius seemed to have completely lost his focus with Epel, and his face changed for pure focus to happiness, which Epel took advantage of and took the rope for himself.

Epel seemed super happy at this achievement. “I win! I fuckin’ won!”

Dorji clapped at his dormmate’s achievement. “Good job.”

Claudius seemed kind of upset he lost, but he quickly changed that to look happy for Epel, barking happily as if to praise the first year.

“So I get something, right?” Epel said proudly, to which Dorji nodded.

“Well, I think it’s been a while and Hadrian must be worried. I’ll take you to Sam’s shop and buy you what you want. What would you like?”

“Yakiniku.” Epel said, as the trio began to leave the room.

Dorji nodded at Epel’s request. “I’ll buy the best I can find.”

Epel seemed really happy about that as they left the area, and then a thought struck Epel like a rock.

“Who’s your friend in the Ramshackle dorm?”

Dorji stopped for a second. “Hmmmmm? I guess I must’ve forgotten to say his name. His name is Quentin Nighy-Sallow. He’s the dorm leader of Ramshackle dorm.”

“Ah. Is he the one with the two black sections of hair?”

Dorji nodded. “Yeah, he used to have just brown hair though before he. . .” Dorji went silent for a moment, as he had remembered something bad. “He left halfway through last year.”

“Do you know why?” Epel asked.

“From what the previous dorm leader told me when I asked, he left because his country’s diplomatic issues where getting hugely out of control and they needed him, since he was the main diplomat at the time.”

“Was it scary?”

“Was what scary?” Dorji asked, but from his tone he seemed to already know what the question was.

“Seeing him on live TV, about to be executed by his own people.” Epel said, but he seemed to immediately regret his words, as he covered his mouth soon after.

Dorji was silent for a moment and then said, “Yeah. I remember how scared I was seeing him about to die. I felt so. . . Powerless, just watching. The look in his eyes told me he was so scared, but he was desperately trying to hold his head high, despite the people mocking him and telling him to use his magic and then it happened all at once, the Overblot, I mean.”

Epel got quiet for a moment as he uncovered his mouth.

“But, enough about him. After all, this is supposed to be more about you than my personal life, after all, I’m getting you some food.” Dorji chuckled as the two got closer and closer to Sam’s shop.

“Can I ask you one more thing?” Epel asked, stopping at the steps of Sam’s shop.

“Yeah, what is it?” Dorji stopped too, even though he had one of his hands on the door.

“Why are you and Vil on such bad terms?”

“Ah, that? Vil hasn’t said anything about it?” Dorji sighed, as if relived.

“No. He only says how annoying you are to him.”

“Well, I suppose I should tell you then.” Dorji took a deep breath. “When I first came to this school, I didn’t know that much about what the teachers where teaching, since I didn’t get as much of an education as you guys did. Tartarus, I probably got because somebody I knew or owed me a favor pulled some serious strings and got me in. After all, I didn’t apply for this school. The acceptance latter just appeared at my shop one day. And because I didn’t know much, I figured I should study my ass off to catch up, but apparently I went overboard with what I needed to learn, and managed to get in the same leagues as the honor students. And at the time, I didn’t even think about anybody else’s opinion, so I disrespected lots of Pomefiore’s traditions, like that stupid dorm uniform we had to wear that I still hate so I refused, something the whole Pomefiore dorm had to do together like a big dinner or meetings which I refused to go to because I thought they where a waste of time. The dorm leader and vice dorm leader at the time didn’t really care I wasn’t participating since I wasn’t causing too many issues, so they eventually gave up on trying with me. But Vil for some reason didn’t give up. He kept yelling at me and scolding me for being so rude and disrespectful, and I simply told him to fuck off, as I said I came to this school to learn magic and not to deal with other people who decided to pry into my life like him. Ever since, we’ve fought over the dumbest of shit because we hate each other, sometimes the fights got psychical, which I always won back then and sometimes we fought with magic, which often had the two of us tied. I remember it got to be so bad the former dorm leader and vice dorm leader had to call the teachers to get involved, and we go into huge trouble with the principal. As he said that we where basically turning the whole school into a minefield, and even the fourth years, who weren’t on campus for that long, could feel it. So, he told us we had to stop fighting in Pomefiore’s dorm, or he’d expel the two of us on grounds of harassment and destruction of property, which Vil was not okay with so immediately had the two of us shape up. As you know, not much has changed since he both still hate each other, but I suppose it’s better than before. But I wouldn’t know, since I was too self-absorbed to notice the truth.”

“Self-absorbed?” Epel didn’t sound surprised at Dorji’s comment, but he did seem really confused by it.

“Ask Rook or any other third year and they’ll tell you I wasn’t great to be around.”

“Even worse than now?”

Dorji seemed a little offended by that, but tried to make his statement clear. “Yeah, much worse.”

Epel stopped for a moment and simply nodded.

“Then, shall we go in?” Dorji asked, opening the door to a now enthusiastic Sam, like he’s been waiting for those two to come in the whole time.

“Yeah.” Epel said, as he walked in the door with Claudius, and Dorji closing the door behind them.

- Quentin and Che’nya’s First Encounter -

I hate him. Magic, forgive me, but I hate him more than I hate anybody else in this dorm. Quentin Nighy-Sallow thought, as she walked out of Heartslabyul’s dorm into the night air to go home. He’s just. . . so demanding in thinking he’s above me that’s there’s no way in Twisted Wonderland he’s not racist.

And he keeps going on and on about his mom and thinking it’s okay to walk all over me like that using his mother’s stereotypes about me and then has the balls to ask me if he’s hurting me.

Doesn’t he understand what he’s saying?!

Can’t he take a hint or feel for another person?!

Quentin stopped walking after the second set of flower pots, and was struggling not to hold her anger in, even crouch down to try and contain it in some way.

I hate him! I hate him! I hate him! I hate him! And what the fuck is Trey doing, being a kiss-ass like that?! Gods! He’s not much better than Riddle! He’s enabling Riddle’s behavior! There’s no way he doesn’t understand that!

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“Ah. You’re the one Riddle’s been yelling at recently.” A voice Quentin hadn’t heard before snapped her out of her thoughts as she looked up from where she was crouched and clutching herself.

And there was a floating cat beastman’s head with golden cartilage earrings in his cat ears floating not far from the lamppost with Heartslabyul’s logo. The beastman had purple hair and lavender highlights, like Vil did, with some of his hair was held back by black barrettes. He had golden eyes, that seemed to glow within the darkness of the night.

Quentin stood up from where she once crouched.

“Pardon me?” The girl said to the beastman, as kindly as she could which seemed to work.

“I mean Riddle’s been yelling at you a lot, recently hasn’t he?” The cat beastman asked, as his body fully appeared, revealing the beastman was a student of Royal Sword Academy.

Well, I have nothing to lose if I tell him. If I had to guess, they’re from the same hometown. Childhood friends, most likely.

“Yes.” Quentin said simply, trying to sound like she was going to sigh.

“Sorry about him. He doesn’t mean any harm to you. He’s just a momma’s boy.” the beastman apologized.

“Do you know him? Riddle, I mean?” The Andalasian asked.

“Yes. He’s an old friend of mine.” The beastman said. “We used to play together a lot.”

“Ah.” Quentin said simply. “Can I ask you about someone else then?”

The half-cat beastman seemed happy at that, as he made a smile that Quentin noticed looked similar to Riddle’s and Trey’s smug smiles.

They must’ve gotten that from him.

“What do you want me to tell ya, nah~?”

“Trey Clover.” Quentin simply stated, which seemed to really confuse the beastman. “The boy with glasses and green hair whose been around Riddle. He’s a friend of yours, isn’t he?”

The cat smiled at that, like Quentin knew how to get straight to the point. “Yes. He’s an old friend of mine, too.”

“Then tell me why he enables Riddle’s behavior like that.” Quentin said, showing her seriousness.

She felt to some degree, Che’nya was like her.

A Trickster.

A Joker.

And The Scariest One in the Room if He Gets Serious.

The beastman seemed to ponder with himself about something, and then looked back at Quentin. “If I had to give it an exact reason, it’s pity.”

“Pity?”

“Yeah. Trey pities Riddle.”

Gods. I figured Trey was depressed for some reason but he pities a momma’s boy with an Electra complex like that?

“Why’s that?”

“Riddle’s mother. She’s. . . hard on Riddle in many regards.”

“So she’s a tiger parent and Trey pities him for it?”

The beastman nodded at that.

Pathetic. I thought Trey was smarter than that, but it seems not.

Quentin let out a sigh. “So you’re here because you’re worried?”

The beastman nodded once again. “Yeah. Riddle’s never been the best at reading the room and often gets emotional.”

“Why though? He’s got Trey.”

“Yeah, but. . . Trey has his own problems. He practically runs the dorm, as you know.”

Quentin then nodded at that.

“Ah, I have to go now because of Royal Sword’s security.” the beastman said, as he body disappeared into thing air. “But I hope we meet again. I like you, Ramshackle Dorm Leader.”

Quentin was about to let the beastman go without saying anything, but before the beastman’s head disappeared he looked shocked and said, “I forgot to say my name. I’m Alchemi Alchemivich Pinka.”

“It’s nice to meet you, Alchemi.” Quentin said, giving him a mocking bow that Alchemi seemed to like. “I’m Quentin. Quentin Nighy-Sallow.”

“I hope we meet again, Quentin.” Alchemi said, as his head fully disappeared into the night air, leaving Quentin by herself.

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