AN: Hello! This is my first sequenced story of The Tapestry. I'll do my best to post a chapter at least weakly, unlike my previous habits. Please follow, favorite and review this story, as those things are what motivate me to write. I accept critical reviews, though I prefer them stated politely. Thank you and happy reading!
It wasn't a typical day at Rowan. Peace has returned to Rowan temporarily, though the school wasn't exactly as you might call tranquil. No, Prusias wasn't resurrected, nor did Astaroth cause troublesome chaos. The reason peace had fled, though queerly, was because Toby (yes, the smee) had been having an argument with the Director, and it was rather incorrigible.
"I deserve to teach at this school! If I won't, this shall never ever be much of an academy!", exclaimed Toby.
"My apologies, Toby, but your "class" is rather… irrelevant to the students.", replied Ms. Ritcher.
"You think that a class teaching all about COURTING is irrelevant?!", argued Toby, "If you want to know what truly is irrelevant, it would obviously be Mathematics! How is math even applied to magic!?"
"Though majority of our student population would ag–"
"Ha! Even you yourself agree to my factual arguement! Then it's settled, Courting is officially replacing lame Mathematics!"
"Toby,",continued Ms. Ritcher, "what I was sharing previously was that though our student population might possibly agree with you, math is always necessary. Math is in cooking, students need math to avoid tardiness and money involves quite a great deal of math."
"Ms. Ritcher, if you actually think that I, the ever-so-great Toby shall lose a debate, you shall be standing corrected quite soon. Besides, my question is still rather... unanswered. Goodbye!", grunted our favorite smee as he stormed swiftly outside Ms. Ritcher's office in the form of a dewdrop fairy. Yes, Ms. Ritcher was previously debating with a magical "dewdrop fairy".
As the minute fairy sped out to the hall, our protagonist, Max McDaniels caught his (or her, as he was taking the shape of a female fairy) eye.
"So, Toby, was it triumphant?", inquired Max.
"You think I, the marvelous me, failed?! How peasant-like of you!", scoffed Toby.
"So Courting is officially a subject?!", grinned Max.
"Not currently, but it SHALL become one immediately!",boasted Toby as he/she flew to the Sanctuary.
Max chuckled at the thought of an argument with the Director and Toby's queer and stuck-up personality. With that, Max realized the late hour and headed to The Observatory to rest his eyelids. He was excited for the hilarious "chaos" the little smee could create.
The next morning, Max awoke to an extremely loud sequence of knocks on his door. Groaning, he opened it up and had his eyes had widened swiftly afterwards.
"Mr. McDaniels! What wretched filth you are!", gasped the gigantic shedu.
"Ahhh...", yawned Max McDaniels, "Wh-who are you...?"
"I am the (with the ee sound) amazing smee, of course!", grinned the shedu in a matter-o'-fact tone, "Gather 'round your friends at right outside the Director's office at 12 o' clock noon, sharp. You shall learn the art of courting women!"
"Um... sure...Zzzzzz", dozed Max. Apparently, he was too sleepy for even the supposed 'marvelous' smee.
"Courting class will be utmost amazing.", said Toby, not noticing his lazy companion, "I shall await your presence, together with the rest of Rowan. Farewell!"
Max suddenly awoke, though a little too late. Maybe a Courting class would be wonderful, most especially if it would replace horrific Mathematics, he thought. However, the mere thought of Toby at the center of the classroom with over 20 lovebirds blew Max's mind. Max was certain Toby assembling a colossal bunch of students was trouble, even more when Toby was planning lead a miniature "revolution". Max was marveling about loads of things, but he just realized something. Of all creatures, why was he a shedu? Was he going to sneak into The Archives?