Weiss couldn't sleep for the entire night because of Ms. Primrose's insistence that she stay awake. What results is a groggy morning for her. Her eyes wanted to close at any second. Her legs feel like putty. Her headaches show no signs of even stopping.

She heard Faragonda speaking to her the 'students' from her spot. The general mood was supposed to be cheery, optimistic. Weiss was feeling none of that. She was irritated, angry and confused.

Ms. Primrose came into the infirmary with a breakfast tray in hand. At least she wouldn't be hungry. Great.

"Ms. Primrose I want to sleep," Weiss crossed her arms. "Is your headache gone yet?" Ms. Primrose asked. Her headaches might be gone if she relaxed instead of spending the entire night awake.

"No," Weiss' stomach grumbled in hunger seeing the plate of pancakes. She isn't going to eat that; it may be drugs to keep her headache going on.

"How does staying awake stop the headaches?" she feigned a friendly smile and tone. Ms. Primrose seem to catch the underlying tone.

"Headaches grew worse when you're asleep,"
"Can't you use any of that 'magic'?"

Ms. Primrose shot a dirty look to her. "Your headache is of a mysterious magical origin," or a normal sickness that they try to explain with their 'magic'. It could also be a sembleance or some physical sickness.

"Weiss you're a peculiar case, your headaches couldn't be healed by any of our spells," perhaps because their dunce magic doesn't exist. Alfea could be indoctrinating students to follow this 'magic'. Give her actual medicine.

After taking very small bites of the pancakes and giving death glares to Ms. Primrose, the pain weakened a bit. It was still there but Weiss felt more relieved than last night. She heard more chatters in the halls. She wouldn't mind of Faragonda broadcasted her staying in the infirmary.

There might be sane people in this school. Weiss can wait. One of them is bound to know Weiss Schnee.

"Weiss finish your breakfast," Ms. Primrose said. "It isn't poison, stop being a spoiled brat,"

"What? I have every right to be suspicious!" Weiss yelled back. Now she really wanted to get out of the bed and strangle Ms. Primrose. They may not be her kidnappers but are crazy people who believed in magic.

Someone walked into the infirmary. It was Faragonda and a tan girl wearing pastel clothes. For her father, the clothes are skimpy and don't fit the Schnee color pallete. The girl looked like the friendly type. She might be one of the sane ones in the school.

Weiss smiled at the girl. She was certain she knew. The girl's shoulders are droopy. Winter said this could be a sign of insecurity. It didn't matter to Weiss as long as she wasn't stupid like Faragonda and Ms. Primrose.

"Faragonda, who is she?" the girl asked. Weiss scowled. Drats. No one knows her name? No one knows Schnee Dust Company?

"Her name is Weiss Schnee and Weiss this is Flora, she will help us heal you," Faragonda said. "And my headache is already better," Weiss said sweetly. She didn't want any of this drugs or magic as they call it affecting her health even more.

"Weiss," Ms. Primrose tapped her foot on the floor. "Better at making my head hurt," Weiss continued in an annoyed tone. She hoped 'Flora' was pretending to buy into their magic schtik.

Flora waved a hand to her. "Hi, are you having a bad day?" her voice reminded Weiss of the tone she used in Atlas interviews. Sweet, demure and soft. The media even painted her as the quiet daughter of Jacques Schnee. It is not exactly true.

Weiss laughed "Oh very fine, why else would I get cranky not having sleep for the entire night?" she gritted her teeth at Ms. Primrose.

"I'll take that you're not having a good day," Flora muttered with her hands behind her back. She was fidgeting. Winter would've scold Weiss on the spot for such behaviour.

"Weiss our student, Flora is good with plants," Weiss' eyes sparked for the first time, hearing Faragonda's words. "So you'll give me actual medicine?" that was a relief. There are such thing as medicinal plants.

"Yes but I'll need magic to grow those plants," Flora said. Magic again.

"Can't you grow those plants with dust?" Weiss suggested. Dust is an energy propellor so naturally, farmers across Remnant use dust to speed up plant growth. This is common knowledge among the planting community afterall. She attended these programs with father.

Flora chuckled, "Excuse me, do you mean a specific kind of magic dust?" Her hopes were shattered. Flora is nuts. The older women looked at Weiss like she was crazy.

"What so you believe whatever Faragonda and Ms. Primrose has to say?!" Weiss' headaches grew stronger than the one last night. She placed a hand on her forehead. She groaned.

"Weiss perhaps you should stay quiet to avoid those headaches from bothering you," Ms. Primrose retorted. She'd rather be in trapped in her own room right now than feel the wrath of her headache.

"It looks really bad," Of course it is bad! Weiss didn't have it in her to talk back to Flora's obvious observations. "I think I can find a solution but it may be temporary,"

Weiss groaned even more. "Flora, I'm sorry to burst your bubble but magic doesn't exist," It was Flora's turn to look at Weiss as if she is the madman. "Um… Weiss didn't your parents told you? You are in Alfea. Alfea is the school of magic,"

Alfea sounded like a mental asylum. Flora pointed to the lightbulbs on the room "Evrything in here is powered by magic,"

"You mean electricity," Weiss deadpanned. "Can I show her Faragonda?" Flora asked. Faragonda nodded in response. Show her what?

"I think you'll believe it when you see it with your own eyes," Flora said. On a nearby flower pot, a flower bloom faster than normal. Closely, Weiss could see a slew of sparkles eminate from Flora's hands to the flower.

The sparkles stopped coming once the flower was fully bloomed. It was a beautiful Hisbiscus flower which is often found in tropical kingdoms like Haven or Managerie. She never seen such sembleance before.

"What do you think? I've been trying to improve this spell,"

Weiss didn't know what to think. She could argue Flora's magic was actually a sembleance amplified by dust yet… her gut told her it was something entirely different, dare she say magic.

She never considered that her glyphs to an outsider could come across as magic when it is simply a sembleance. A part of her soul. Was magic of a completely different origin? Sembleances can be controlled. Was magic more unpredictable?

"Flora it is a sembleance," Weiss huffed. This place was also driving her mad perhaps. "Sembleance?" Flora repeated.

"Yes a sembleance," she confirmed. Her own voice was oddly softer than before. Faragonda rubbed the tip of her chin. "Your sembleance might be what we call magic, Weiss," Faragonda concluded with a bright smile on her face.

Weiss was unsure. "I don't know," her voice trailed off a bit. It wasn't a sembleance. It just wasn't.

"Can you show us your sembleance?" Faragonda asked. Weiss produced a small glyph on her palm. "Wow it looks like a snowflake!" Flora stared at the glyph.

"How is that different from magic then?" Ms. Primrose gruffed.

"Ms. Primrose, Weiss is right it feels different, as if it was broken," Faragonda said. Weiss frowned. Broken? Her sembleance isn't broken. A Schnee sembleance shouldn't be broken.

"Weiss, our magic isn't a sembleance at all but yours is,"

So I'm losing the motivation to continue writing this but I'll try my best to update when I can!