Croix knocked on Chariot's door.
"Hello? May I come in? It's Croix."
"...are there students with you?"
"Er, no. Why?"
"Come in. And shut the door."
Croix closed the door behind her, and noticed the several bottles of alcohol scattered across the floor.
"Uh."
"I'm trying to forget."
"Was it that bad?"
"Yes."
"Well, I don't believe you. This is very unhealthy, I'm gonna take you outta here-"
"I'll tell you."
Chariot retraced her steps recalling the earlier events:
"I think Akko went into Sarah Bernhardt's room, Professor." Lotte said.
"Yeah," Sucy added, "She said they were studying for numerology."
DuNord thanked them, and proceeded toward the third-year dormitories.
As Chariot approached the door, she heard noises. At first it was giggling. Chariot giggled to herself, assuming the girls were just having fun.
Chariot opened the door. Unfortunately, she seemed to be horribly right.
Before her, was a sight she couldn't have prepared herself for.
Akko was seated in the lap of Sarah, clothes half torn, caked in sweat and lipstick kisses on her face. The implications of this alone was embarrassing enough, but it got worse. Next, Chariot noticed the attire Sarah was wearing. It was familiar, to put it lightly. The Stark white, somewhat suggestive Shiny Chariot outfit was suddenly horrid and vulgar on Sarah's body, with Akko's hands sneaking in at the open chest and navel areas. She even wore the cape for some reason.
And now they had turned to look at her. This was just awful, in various ways.
Chariot closed the door silently. She walked over to s nearby trashcan, and hurled. She walked back. She knocked this time. She waited a few. She turned the knob, and opened the door slowly this time.
Akko was cleaned up, in her usual school uniform, as well as Sarah. They sat on opposite sides of the room, each holding a cup of tea.
"H-hello, professor." Sarah said.
Professor DuNord wordlessly produced a notebook, and set it on the bed.
"...This is Akko's notebook. It was left in my room."
None of them made eye contact. Chariot left without a word.
Chariot took a long swing of the large scotch bottle she'd been chipping away at since she'd squirrelled away into her room.
"Oh. Um. Well."
"Would you like to finish this one?"
"Er, sure." Croix took the bottle, sipping only a little and gagging into a coughing fit.
"Ack--holy shit, Chari."
Chariot slumped over and plopped on to her bed, removed her glasses and dropped them on to the nightstand. Then she reached into the bottom drawer and fished out another bottle.
"Jesus, Chariot. It was just... An unfortunate, awkward incident you walked in on. It couldn't have been that bad."
Chariot fixed her.
"It wasn't that bad. This time." Chariot took a swig, then held the bottle to her forehead like an ice pack, or perhaps hoping the alcohol would absorb the memory through osmosis.
"...this time?"
Chariot nodded.
"...oh, god."
Croix managed to tear Chariot away from her bed, and largely removed the impromptu purchase of alcohol from Chariot's room. She took the scarred witch to her own apartment, where she slept soundly.
A/N: this was very quick and sloppy, i just had to get this out of my head. So yes, Akko has an oedipus complex, but instead of her mom it's her mentor/teacher/idol. also Sarah is a tall redhead so...I'll have more stuff soon! I promise! (I'm not dead!)