Author's Notes: For request - "Okay but now I want a bunch of drabbles of Miyo-sensei and Yuuri and her giving a more effective shovel talk to Victor than Phichit."

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Viktor was missing.

Again.

As Yuuri ran down the narrow hallways of Mahoutokoro, shoes clacking against wood floors, he wished he had taken Phichit's advice of securing a child leash round his lover's waist.

Viktor's eyes hadn't stopped sparkling since they arrived at Yuuri's alma mater. Granted, the entrance to the palace did make for a majestic sight, its garbled and hipped roof towering high above the clouds, supported by four jade pillars. Gold adorned the edges of the roof, with delicate flower patterns carved into each structure.

They had just entered the courtyard when it happened: Viktor vanished.

Rather, his excited lover had scampered off like a young pup on its first foray into a bold, new world, running to the first shiny thing he saw.

Thankfully, he hadn't run far that time, and Yuuri soon found him near the school's birdhouse, fervently patting a disgruntled looking sparrow caught in his grip.

Viktor gently held up the small bird. "I found the poor thing among the petrals. Scooped him out so he wouldn't get trampled."

Yuuri's face drained of all color, and he covered his face with his hands. "Viktor, that's a yosuzume, or a bird demon," he said, muffled under his palms. "He's also my Magic Linguistics teacher."

Viktor blinked. "Magic Linguistics teacher?"

"I teach the study of language and writing systems used in magic, you imbecile," said the sparrow in a deep, husky voice.

Instantly, Viktor dropped the bird as if he had been burned. Shaking out its flattened feathers, the bird fluttered to Yuuri, landing on his shoulder.

"I must question your taste in friends, Katsuki Yuuri," the sparrow sniffed, head twisting to glare at Yuuri with an accusing, beady eye. "Is this the result of a Western education?"

Yuuri dipped his head, hands still over his eyes. "I deeply apologize, Suzu-sensei. Magical creatures don't mingle with wizards as much in the West."

"Ha! I imagine they only speak one language over there?"

"I'm sorry for my mistake, but I am fluent in Russian, English, and the Veela language," Viktor protested mildly.

"Oh you are, are you?" The sparrow fixed an eye on him and ruffled its feathers. "And what of the language of house elves? Of goblins? Of giants?"

Bewildered, Viktor turned to Yuuri, who shrugged helplessly.

Suzu-sensei drew in a deep breath, white chest puffing forward. "Let me guess: you didn't know they spoke another language. Convenient for you, isn't it, that your magical creatures are forced to learn the language of wizards? It's no different for older Japanese wizards, the lazy bastards, but we here at Mahoutokoro believe in diversity and multicultural integration, which is why we uphold the highest standards when it comes to – "

"Run," said Yuuri under his breath.

"What," said Viktor, staring at the still-droning sparrow.

"Run," Yuuri yelped, grabbing Viktor's wrist and bolting across the courtyard.

The sudden movement jolted Suzu-sensei off his shoulder, and the bird let out a startled squawk as he fell. Curious storm petrals stuck their heads through the windows of the giant birdhouse, watching the pair make their mad dash away from the sparrow.

"Isn't that disrespectful?" Viktor laughed as Suzu-sensei began chittering loudly and rapidly in the distance. (The words he used were beyond rude in English.)

"Better than spending the next two hours listening to his diversity speech," Yuuri sighed, leading Viktor into the large building on the other end of the courtyard. "I'll write him an apology letter tonight."

Inside, the Throne Hall was quiet, save for a number of students crossing the area to and from various doors. Statues of foxes loomed large on opposite corners, almost like a pair of menacing guardians, were the image not dampened by the charming red bibs round their stone necks.

Yuuri felt his heart swell with the nostalgia. He loved the Throne Hall and its soft Japanese paintings on the four walls: of swaying pine trees, gushing waterfalls, and drifting clouds. Almost every room in the palace was connected to the hall via countless hallways. Students had to pass through the hall to get to their classes, just as they were now, their colored robes adding vibrancy to the soothing atmosphere.

Where the Great Hall of Hogwarts excelled in magnificence and grandeur, Mahoutokoro's Throne Hall succeeded in simple aesthetics.

"Wow," said Viktor, lips parting in wonder.

"Welcome to Mahoutokoro," Yuuri said proudly.

Everything went well for a while.

After the embarrassing incident with Suzu-sensei, Viktor stayed close by Yuuri's side. They took the connecting hallway to the dining hall, where Viktor marveled at the myriads of lanterns hanging above their heads, the gold sliding doors depicting paintings of dragons and crashing waves, and the sheer simplicity of the long black tables, lined with ordinary black chairs. Then they sat by the zen gardens hidden in the far west, shoulder-to-shoulder, gazing silently at the rocks and circular patterns in the sand. Following that were the dormitories on the east side, where they ran into Yuuri's elderly Transfiguration teacher, who Viktor charmed far too easily into a giggling, blushing mess.

("Aw, Yuuri, are you jealous?" Viktor cooed while Yuuri fiercely dragged him away by the arm.)

Next were the classrooms, the library, and finally, the infamous training grounds of the Toyohashi Tengus on the outer perimeter of the north end.

At least, that was the plan, until Viktor went missing.

Again.

"Vi'tenka," Yuuri shouted between cupped hands.

His voice traveled down the empty hallway, with no response in return.

Midway through their tour of the classrooms, Viktor had wandered off somehow – his second disappearing act of the day. Although Mahoutokoro was by no means a magical labyrinth like Hogwarts – no revolving staircases, for one – there was no telling what sort of trouble his lover might get himself into this time.

Frustrated, Yuuri sank his hands into his hair. Stay calm, he reminded himself, sucking in a slow, deep breath and closing his eyes. Stay calm and think.

If he were an overzealous, impulsive, irresponsible international celebrity, where would he go?

In amazement, Viktor glanced down at the book in his hand. One minute he was tugging out a book from a shelf in Yuuri's old Charm class, and the next, he felt a strange sensation, like a hook yanking him behind the navel, pulling him to some unknown destination.

And now, here he was, standing in a room that was definitely not Yuuri's old Charm class.

"A portkey," Viktor mumbled.

What use would there be for a portkey in a classroom?

Carefully, he placed the book on the desk in front of him, before turning to examine his surroundings, wand hand sinking into his pants pocket.

The room appeared to be an office of sorts. The walls, like many of the rooms in Mahoutokoro, held paintings of trees and water, while the windows had wispy, cream-colored curtains framing the sides. On the wooden desk lay a quill dipped in an ink pad, and a stack of parchments sitting under a heavy slab of mutton-fat jade. Behind the desk was a swivel chair, and there was a round table with sofas closer to the center of the room. A bookshelf, bursting with books, could be found in a corner, lined with bonsai trees on the top. The Japanese national flag stood in another corner, the red sun hidden beneath white folds.

"Oh my," said a soft voice, high and tinkling like bells in the distance. "What have we here?"

Viktor whipped round, wand at the ready.

It was a young woman, small in stature and dressed in gold robes, patterns of chrysanthemums and lilies flowing gently across the fabric. Her head was tilted in a gesture of curiosity, hair ornaments letting out tiny clinks with the movement.

"You're not a student," she observed, raising a sleeve to ruby lips, "Nor are you fully human."

Viktor frowned. "How did you – "

The woman smiled then, pupils dilating: red, with dancing flecks of gold.

Eyes narrowing, Viktor kept his wand steady. "You're not human."

"No, but I am more human than some that were born in this form," she said regally. For a moment, she gazed at him in silence, red eyes roving up and down his figure.

And then she clapped her hands together, startling him with the sudden motion.

"You must be Katsuki-san's beau," she said cheerily. "I have just received reports from Suzu-sensei of a silver-haired idiot trespassing school grounds with our dear alum."

Viktor lowered his wand, barely holding back a pout. "Silver-haired idiot?"

Ignoring the question, the woman bowed low and deep, ornaments dangling.

"I am Miyo, Headmistress of Mahoutokoro."

"Mahoutokoro has a small student population, and with its capacity to enlarge, my office is a safe space in the event of an emergency. That is why we have hidden portkeys in every classroom. A teacher must have left one out by mistake, though it is unlikely for a student to pick that particular book."

"Why wouldn't students want to read about dark magic?"

"Because it's in a classroom for Advanced Charms. Most of my Charms students harbor little to no interest in the Dark Arts."

Leaning back on the sofa, Viktor clicked his tongue. "Pity. I think the Dark Arts would be an excellent addition for a Charms expert."

"Hmm." Miyo arched a fine eyebrow. "And what does Katsuki-san make of that?"

"Yuuri's fairly determined to beat Durmstrang's teachings out of me," Viktor chuckled.

"I see." Miyo's red lips curved, stark against snow-white skin. "Nikiforov-san – "

"Please, call me Viktor."

"Viktor-san," Miyo amended smoothly. "Why do you suppose I haven't summoned Katsuki-san to my office?"

"Because you'd like to have a private conversation about Yuuri," said Viktor without hesitation.

The Headmistress let out a soft laugh. "Perhaps Suzu-sensei has sold you short."

"He's not the first," Viktor shrugged. "What would you like to know, Ms. Miyo?"

"Ah, that is where you misunderstand, I'm afraid. I have no questions to ask."

Viktor's eyebrows knitted in confusion, seconds before he squeezed back into the sofa cushions, heart leaping to his throat.

Miyo's form was expanding before him, growing into a wavering vision with blood-red eyes, sharp claws, and nine, waving tails.

"Should any harm befall Katsuki Yuuri by your hands, We will find you." Her voice echoed and boomed, sharp as a knife, ricocheting off the office walls, and Viktor curled further into the sofa. "To the ends of the earth, We will find you, and exact divine retribution upon your unfortunate soul."

Then, as suddenly as she had transformed, she was back in human form, hands resting primly on her knees.

"And now, I shall summon our beloved," she said with a soft smile.

Yuuri bowed repeatedly to the Headmistress, apologizing profusely for causing trouble, and wasting her precious time, and oh, causing so much trouble.

Waving away his apologies, Miyo stated that she had a wonderful time with Viktor. She expressed her delight with Yuuri's visit, and encouraged him to please do come again with your lovely beau.

"We reached an understanding," she added winsomely.

"I'm… glad to hear that," said Yuuri, unsure of how else to respond.

Viktor was surprisingly quiet throughout the exchange, and he remained quiet through their flight home.

"Did something happen between you two?" Yuuri asked after a while.

"You have a formidable Headmistress," Viktor replied, grip tightening round Yuuri's waist.

Yuuri held his broom steady and turned back, eyes soft with concern. "Do you want to talk about it?"

"No," Viktor pressed a kiss on Yuuri's cheek. "But thank you."

They spoke no more of their visit after that.

The next time Yuuri offered another tour of his alma mater, Viktor politely declined.

Notes

I've modeled the layout and design of Mahoutokoro after the Kyoto imperial palace in Japan. The Throne Hall is an actual building in the inner palace where official functions are held. Most Japanese palaces/castles have the same interior design: gold screens and sliding doors with paintings of nature, animals, or water on them, wood or tatami floors, and space. Lots and lots of space.

And yes, Yuuri speaks Bird. He can understand far better than he can speak, so he still talks to Vicchan in Japanese.

I've set up a compiled list of requests on Tumblr dreaming-fireflies on my #drabbles and #list tags. Take a look if you're interested to see what's on the list. :3