(There's a little scene reference in the second half of the dream sequence with Strix. Answer is at the end with my author's note lol)

...

Thunderclaps flashed, the sea crashing against the ship's course and unrelenting storm.

"A storm's coming! Hold on tight!" A sailor cried against the booming lightning and splash of the ocean tides.

Ariel pulls the unconscious Eric out of the sea and brings him to the shore. "Look, he's still breathing!"

"Prince Eric!" Grimsby cried after discovering the prince.

"A girl helped me. She had a beautiful voice." Eric was escorted to the kingdom, unsuspecting of the mermaid who watches from afar behind a protruding rock.

"I wonder why my heart is racing? I know my dream will come true and someday I'll be part of your world!" The waves dramatically created a huge splash behind her as she vowed these words.

Unbeknownst to her, Flotsam and Jetsam were watching the little mermaid, eerily laughing.

The rays of sunlight flashed in my vision. I shield my eyes from the light and squint. There was someone standing in the ocean. A man's back was facing me.

My eyes widen.

"Caelum?"

I step forward. However, my feet caught themselves from making contact with the ocean tides washing the shore.

My eyes flit up to the man presumably, most certainly, my brother. The red-haired man slowly turns to face my direction. His eyes were indistinguishable from the blinding light, though there was a calm and composed smile beyond the hand now outstretched to me.

A large overwhelming wave approaches from behind.

Without thinking twice I ran into the sea. Does he not notice the colossal wave creeping him? I have to take him to the shore before he gets drowned!

I lunge for his open hand.

Before I could make contact, the waves swallow both of us.

I was sent spiraling underwater. When I open my eyes, I see Caelum standing still with his hand still open for me, retaining his welcoming smile. He was drifting away.

I try to swim to him. A strong current pushes me away until it swept me off my feet and hurled me backwards.

That was when I blacked out.

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Idiotic Anemones

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I gasp under my breath for air upon awakening in my bedroom. Now this time I dreamt of "The Little Mermaid"? I'm beginning to suspect these dreams are not because I have the urge to break into a Disney song marathon.

'Why did Caelum appear in the dream, though?'

My hand twitched. These hands that couldn't save him even in my mind... How frustrating.

I squint from the rays of sunlight entering the room.

The skies are bright outside. Since we have afternoon classes today, I didn't have to wake up early and drink my coffee to start the day. For once I have a pleasant eight hour sleeping period and I'm not as drowsy as my usual morning self.

I hear Grim mumbling to himself, "If the trend for the question is... Option two means it's a trick..."

I raised my brow at the sight from by the edge of the bed. To see Grim this focused while studying last minute for the test today is rare.

"Did you actually study all night?" I ask, leaning over to peer over Grim's study notes. At first glance I see the paper is filled with details and is unusually neat and organized. I wouldn't need to have perfect vision to make that conclusion.

The raccoon gave a start and instinctively leaned away and threw his body over his notes. "Don't surprise me like that. You're gonna make me forget everything I memorized."

I pull back to give him space and yawned. "Sorry."

Grim casted a quick stern glance at my groggy countenance. "Today's the last day of final exams! The two of us together count as one so don't go dragging me down."

My brow twitched, lips pursing into a mildly miffed line. "I don't want to hear that from you..."

...

"Time's up, puppies. Put your pens down and pass in your answer sheet like good, obedient pups. This concludes your final exams." Crewel announced after everyone was free of papers.

Ace, Deuce, and Grim cheered all too eagerly before he could finish. In that moment I pretended to not know them.

"Sit! It's too early to celebrate. Any bad boys who got low marks on their tests should be prepared to sacrifice their Christmas vacation to take make up lessons. Dismissed." After leaving the reminder, the professor leaves the classroom with papers to grade.

Soon the room bursts into life with animated chattering.

Ace released a relieved sigh and stretched his arms above his head and his back. A wide grin was plastered on his face as he slumped in his seat, having been freed from the tension. "We're done, we're really done!"

"I did everything I could. All that's left is to wait for the results." Deuce said. He seems to have faith in these final exams over the three days we had to take them.

Grim smugly smirks. He puffed his chest out with paws on his hips. "This test was a piece of cake for me."

Ace cocked a brow. "You look pretty confident for a guy who always looks like the world is ending after written exams."

"Hehe. This time will be different. Get ready to call me 'the Great Genius Grim!' and you'll be saying, 'Grim, help me study!' in no time."

"Sorry but I'm pretty confident this time around, too. I feel bad but I'm going to win." Deuce said confidently.

"Is that really something a guy who always gets low marks and cries like a baby should be saying?" Ace then chirped, "Well, this time's exams were a breeze for me too so I'm not gonna lose."

I look at the trio. Not a speck of doom and gloom? They're not the brightest students. Yet this time around they're exuding such bountiful confidence over written exams that I was almost persuaded I was dreaming.

It was relieving to see the three bumbling idiots whom I had to keep the brain cell from possess positive smiles that a smile crept into my lips as well.

My eyes soften slightly. "You all studied hard, huh."

"Well, y'know! This was easy peasy!" Ace grinned.

"Well, since tests are over I better make an appearance in track and field." Deuce said.

"I actually feel like going all out at basketball for the first time in a while. So let's all head out." Ace said.

"We should go home. I'm pooped from studying all night." Grim slumped.

As we leave the main building, I spoke, "Since you studied so diligently for the finals, I've decided to lift the month-and-a-half tuna can ban."

Grim perks to life. "Really?!"

"Yeah. It's almost about time it ended, anyway. Let's stop by Sam's and get you the premium canned tuna. You earned it."

I didn't expect him to literally leap a few feet in the air from my shoulder so ecstatically of the news. "Aw yeah~! Whoo hoo!"

...

Life in NRC is slowly but surely becoming a lifestyle to be accustomed to. Even with eccentric faculty staff and quirky students, I've been getting by as a non-magic student.

Magic Potions class is something I could do without powers, though with Grim I have doubts there would be a smooth procedure. I have to constantly watch him like a hawk to make sure he doesn't make mistakes with the ingredients. There was a few freak accidents and most if not all of them were from the cat. I think the reports I had to make up for let me get closer to Crewel (lol). Ha... So not fun.

To this day I still can't resist Crewel's fur coat; it's my weakness! I sincerely wanted to try it on and wrap myself in a cocoon. I'd make a fuzzy owl from it. Of course, that day would be a far off dream.

I wonder how this guy was hired as a teacher... My world wouldn't let the pointer stick with a collar nor his pet play talk slide but hey, he's handsome. That'd be all that matters above all. There was also Crowley with his "whip of love" but that's for another time.

Magic History may be one of the classes I actually enjoy. It started a little rocky with my sleeping habits and Trein's evil cat constantly calling me out. Everyone knows Trein dotes on his familiar and would take his side in a heartbeat.

Though one month in, the man acknowledged my genuine interest in the content behind his lectures (no matter how monotonous they are to the point of me snoozing). I think he also became a little softer on me than he was? Especially after that one day he thought he lost his precious Lucius somewhere in the humongous campus. I had never seen the old man so anxious to the point of ripping his hair out.

After a bit of searching, I had found Lucius chilling by the school's entrance gate for whatever reason. I thought Lucius was going to claw my hands off but he was surprisingly lenient on me. Maybe he was too lazy to walk on his own legs and thought I wouldn't demand him for transportation fee (which I didn't; I'm dealing with a cat of all things) that he willingly let me carry him back to his master.

It must be a workout carrying the fat cat everywhere, but I didn't dare comment that while I was in Trein's good graces. Lucius' fur coat was nice though, as I much as I hated to admit considering this is the demon cat we're talking about. So soft and lush...

From there, we somehow get along on much friendlier terms. Maybe it's because I've been used to taking care of the elderly that I instinctively attempt to help the teacher with anything without harboring displeasure towards him. Before I knew it, I saw Trein and Lucius as that one old neighbor with his cat who would invite me over for tea.

It's surprising how you develop relations with the most unlikeliest people.

I was getting used to PE class. Being magic-less and a woman, the training regimen was generously lenient for me. Why would I go through such strenuous activities when I have a mission to return home? It was biting off more than I could chew.

Unfortunately, because I finish earlier, my "self-studies" are often consumed with indulging Professor Vargas' narcissism and his muscles. Perhaps older women would kill to be in my shoes and ogle at a grown man's chiseled body, but I certainly don't. I have the need to bleach my eyes every time ...

Sometimes my mind gets so bored I'd stare at the boys during my self-training whenever Vargas was preoccupied and not facing my direction. I was certainly not ogling them like the next person might think. What else am I supposed to look at? The clouds and hope some vague shape forms in the span of twenty minutes? My poker face face never betrays me in times like this.

Ace would try to unmask me by teasing me about it, saying with his trademark smirk, "Like what you see?"

I was bored at the time and was willing to take advantage for entertainment of my own. Ace practically volunteered to be my entertainer when he thought it should be the other way around.

Without once prying away from eye contact, I leaned forward using my broom as leverage and smiled with half-lidded eyes. "How could I dislike the view in front of me?"

My lips widen upon the boy choking on air.

Ace recovers from his coughing fit. "You've gotten bolder than I thought..."

"Give me a break. I'm the only female in this school and only have female paintings to talk to. I'm not saying my sex drive is high, but..."

"They say that even fire feels cool if you reach a state of nothingness." My soulless eyes looked ahead with disdain. Ace then made the revelation that I have gotten mentally tough. Or resistant. Whichever works.

While I was doing stretches, I had noticed a pair of eyes staring at me and didn't confront the person until I failed to pinpoint the purpose behind the ogling.

"Deuce, you're acting funny since we've started."

His aqua blue eyes had been staring at a peculiar spot. I'm not even showing off so much skin nor do I have sex appeal. Or maybe that's the case? Whatever it was, it better be-

"Your collarbone."

I blinked. Did I misheard that? "What?"

He gestured to his collarbone. "It looks really toned. Have you been working out?" He asked with genuine curiosity that no ill intent clouded his wide gaze.

"Do I look like the type?" Was what I wanted to quip. But then I remembered Deuce is not particularly the sharpest tool in the shed.

I inwardly feel my clavicle. I never think about it, but I wouldn't have expected them to feel slightly more sharp. Now that he mentioned it, I think my trapezius muscles are getting shape.

Wait, how did that happen?

Grim perched on my shoulder. "What's up, you two?"

"Apparently I have muscles??" Was what I replied in confusion, patting around my chest area as though the answer will suddenly pop out if I do. Grim cocked his flaming blue ear questionably.

I paused in my train of thought when I register the weight on one side of my shoulder where Grim rested. I shrugged the same the shoulder and experimented, earning a complaint from the gray beast at my moving around too much.

I pursed my lips. "...Grim, have you gained weight?"

"...I guess there's some good to carrying the raccoon around 24/7."

"I'm not a raccoon!" It's been a while since he was addressed as such.

Flying on a broom is a love-hate relationship for me. At times the flight experience is fun and magical, at times it's wrestling with a piece of an emotional piece of wood.

Every time we take flight lessons, I have to join Grim since we count as one student. Grim is the engine who can enchant and thereby control the broom. I'm the pilot in charge of maneuvering the broom's direction.

The day I place complete faith in Grim's flying magic is the day I lose my faith in humanity, and I have plenty of humanity contained in me that I do not wish to spill.

One time in our flying lesson the Fantasia broom went erratic. Maybe Grim's impatience and griping about its capabilities irked the broom and in turn chose to defile him to show who's boss. I don't think I as a non-magician would be able to command the sentient broom, but the thing tested me on that day.

"Listen here you stale piece of timber, either you behave yourself or you'll see how strong I can really snap you to pieces and then some with my bare hands." I once uttered lowly when the broom tipped Grim and I over out of spite.

It was then Ruggie was passing by. We were having a joint class with the second years that day. "Are you...threatening a broomstick, Strix?"

My eyes fiercely meet his. "What if I was? Got a problem?"

"No, nothing..."

I exhaled long enough for me to regain my composure and sit by straddling on the broom. Grim perched in front of me and began using his magic to make the broom hover again. I internally hope it won't go haywire on me again.

Ruggie might've taken pity on me and decided to watch over me as the upperclassman he is. "Careful now."

"Don't worry. I'm not some princess that needs to be coddled." I reassured.

It was then the broom staggered violently that I could have sworn my heart leapt out of my throat.

"Oh fuck me sideways..."

Fortunately Vargas wasn't within earshot to hear that, though the same can't be said for Ruggie. It's the first I've seen the boy so Shook(TM).

Being in Twisted Wonderland is full of surprises. At least, for an alien like me. Paintings and mean flowers that talk, humans with animal ears and tail (and some of other species I've yet to meet), and sentient ghosts who can be friendly and civil when you get to know them.

I'm not sure if I'll ever be used to the wonders. Did I mention how Crowley randomly swoops in (sometimes literally) to give special lessons?

The first time that happened was when I was answering a mathematical question on the blackboard. I was rather jittery at the time trying to adjust to my new life in Twisted Wonderland; compared to students who almost fell off their chairs, my fit of startle was exaggerated.

I had nearly, nearly, killed a bird dead between the eyes with a chalk stick using my perfect vision and shocking accuracy spurred by the short-lived adrenaline.

Between screeching at the man for not using the time to find me back home and apologizing profusely in a classroom setting, I instead arrived at a third choice.

I had threatened to pluck his feathers for a quill pen out of rage and embarrassment. I was left breathing heavily to steady my racing heart (which could be misinterpreted for murderous intent) in the deathly silent classroom of teenage boys and two teachers. Crowley was quick to appease me albeit nervously and then gave his "special lesson" for the rest of the period remaining. Ace had wished he'd recorded the whole thing to post on Magicam, much to my dismay.

I think I instilled some extent of fear in Crowley who visited Ramshackle that same day and tried to appease (read: bribe) me with a few hundred madol slipped through the table. I accepted, of course, and forgave him in a heartbeat. A girl needs money to live in this damn hell of a sausage fest okay?!

It was funny seeing his feathers ruffled though, and I got money out of it so I didn't feel too guilty. Though I see myself reusing that threat if Crowley continues being incompetent in returning me to my world.

I had held onto that cash since then. I've decided to buy something I've been meaning to get for a while now that finals are over.

The doorbell to Mr. S's shop announced my arrival. I approached the counter where the owner stood behind. "Hey Sam, do you have sunglasses for sale?"

Sam jovially announced, "In stock now!"

I wonder if the day will come when Sam says otherwise. I feel like he might quit his job if that did happen.

The shopkeeper pulls out a stand of sunglasses. "I have a wide variety of sunglasses both magic and normal. Would you like sunglasses that reveal an individual's magical aura? Perhaps a pair that detects truths and lies? Or how about seeing the universe beyond the lens no matter the time of day?"

"Those...actually sound cool, but I'll have normal sunglasses, please."

After browsing through the selection and trying them on, I decided on a pair of black sunglasses with thick frames (usually catered to men but it's fine). "I'll take this."

In my world I usually bring sunglasses or shades to hide my unusual eyes that attract unwanted attention. I can't wear them since that's against school policies, but when there are times I step out into the public eye outside campus, I'd bring them. I just didn't have the opportunity nor money to buy one earlier in the school year.

"It's surprising for you to visit out of your routine." Sam says as I slid the sunglasses on my blazer breast pocket. "Quite fortunate for the headmaster to bribe you, huh."

My brow elegantly rose. "How did you know that?" That was literally about half an hour ago, unless Crowley bothered to visit Sam and rant before resuming his duties within that period, which I doubt.

A knowing glimmer shone in his bright magenta eyes. "My friends on the other side informed me such."

There was a slight delay in my response as I glanced around the room. To him it may look like I was expecting another employee to come out, but I was certainly not expecting something to slip out of view. Nope. Totally not some humanly shadows. "Huh... Well, I'll be going. Thanks for the shades."

"I look forward to your next visit." Sam merrily waves as I exited the shop. I feel like I can never have my peace even in my own shelter now, but I'll pretend I was never aware of that.

I'm also getting familiar with both Heartslabyul and Savanaclaw dorms through my "part-time jobs", though I'm pretty much signing up for more than I could chew.

Once per week I don the respective dorm uniform and help out the student body. Grim once questioned why I'd create more work for myself when the pay is not even worth it.

At first it was ultimately for repaying Crowley but also not depending too much on him. Any student in my shoes would relish in "free-tuition" for necessities like food and lodging. However, in exchange, you'd have to go out on his errands that are rather unreasonable but still enforced onto your shoulders.

The plus side (for Crowley at least) is that I get to be familiar with the dorm residents and build connections. It's a huge academy, though, so it's better to slowly work through the dorms I've befriended up to now.

As I worked, I find myself using these jobs as a distraction. Of course my objective to return home (which that deadbeat bird man still makes excuses on the fly) isn't forgotten, but I have to adjust myself in another world until then. If I work, I won't have to think too much over it getting into my head.

I remember having my first game of croquet with Heartslabyul a week into my job. I had admitted I never knew how to play, which Cater went enthusiastically about teaching me the ropes.

I was horrified thinking of holding a flamingo and using it to hit the hedgehog. As an animal person, I couldn't being myself to swing, let alone hold a flamingo like a mallet.

After some coaxing from Trey and Cater, who had amused grins at how adorable I tepidly approached the whole game (I felt like a toddler about to cry, except this was from embarrassment), I soon overcame my worries and convinced myself. I'm only hitting the hedgehog with the long and massive beak, it wouldn't hurt either of them.

The results were better than the average player, I think.

Many games later, I had developed a close relationship with the animals. It was the key to achieving victory, I had realized. Soon I was in the top ranks of the competitions.

"As expected of a beast tamer..." I heard Riddle once murmur to himself when I came second place. The competition before that, I had placed fourth. I was gradually becoming better at croquet through my bond with the hedgehogs and flamingos. If that's the case then this Wonderland sport may not be so bad after all.

Though I may not be a Heartslabyul resident, I am working there and donning the uniform. I was expected to respect the Queen of Hearts' rules and follow them while as a gardener.

That's why I had to serve tea to the queen the following day as the one who placed second in the previous game, regardless of my plans elsewhere.

It's not a problem since it wasn't like I had to stay with Riddle the whole day, but I didn't mind getting to know him a little more than before. I've heard of his achievements in not letting one Heartslabyul student repeat a year, and I thought he really is a reliable senior. I admire how adult-like he can be (despite him being shorter than me, which was cute in that aspect). Compared to me, I'm just a toddler who begs for candy.

While I'm on the topic of seniors, Riddle once brought up a peculiar question during our teatime.

"How come you address Trey and Cater as 'senpai' when I have yet to be addressed as such?"

Riddle met my eyes passively across the table. He wasn't particularly upset, at least I hope he wasn't. I think his curiosity and confusion was nagging at him to the point he would confront me about it. To be honest I didn't think he would be concerned with honorifics, since he hadn't corrected me at all.

I blinked owlishly and tilted my head. I had pondered why, since Riddle is a year academically and physically older than me. I called every one of my upperclassmen "senpai" aside from Riddle, and Leona, the redhead had later pointed out.

After some contemplating, I replied, "I just felt like it?"

To say the least, Riddle was expecting something more behind that...

I still call him without any honorifics because it felt right for me. I wasn't going to budge regardless, and Riddle didn't bring it up again because he knew that would be the case.

One day while I was working as a gardener, I wandered into the croquet field and watched the card suit boys play against each other. I had greeted Riddle who was spectating from the side and thought I'd drop in to say hi.

That was when a yapping sound was heard from beside me, surprising Riddle as well. It belonged to a neon purple hedgehog Dream Eater named Pricklemane.

I guess me watching the hedgehogs somehow linked to its summon. Sometimes I subconsciously do that without meaning to, which can get me into trouble for not taking my familiars running about. Meow Wow almost crushed a few students out of affection while I was oblivious to a fat cat bouncing through the hallway during magic potions period. It was rather hectic that day, and Crewel was not pleased, to say the least.

I watched it bounce in place before holding my chin thoughtfully.

"Reminds me of Riddle..."

Said boy from beside me directed an inquisitive brow. "What makes you say that?"

I was a second too late to realize I had mumbled that out loud for the boy to hear. That was embarrassing.

"Well..." 'It turns red with rage like you do.' Is what I am hesitant to say, but couldn't by the prospect of an offended reaction.

Pricklemane waddled to my side and nuzzled its face into my leg, purring.

I quirked a smile and bent slightly to rub its forehead before looking up. "I just remembered I have to finish painting one rose tree left. I'll be back quick. Watch over Pricklemane for me."

I didn't pay heed to his protest when I had yet to answer his query as I returned to where I once came.

Riddle looks down at the now tame Spirit who makes eye contact with the human. He took a knee and peers into its round cat-like yellow eyes. It's...cute.

He held an outstretched hand for the Dream Eater to let it sniff his scent and determine whether he would be safe or out. The first step to approach critters is to let them come to you.

However, without batting an eye, Pricklemane slapped his hand away with the flick of the prickly tuft of fur at the end of its tail. Its pupils narrowed with sneering light at the dorm leader who nursed his hand. It hisses and yapped a string of noise that conveyed irritation. Riddle was not imagining it turning red as it did.

A nerve was struck within him. Ah, he sees it now. If Pricklemane could turn green with envy it would very well be. It only acknowledges Strix as its target of affections while warding others from it. What a spiteful little thing!

It didn't take me long to finish the remaining white roses. I had returned to see sparks fly between Riddle and Pricklemane. It quickly vanished when the Spirit beamed its sharp white set of teeth at me and bounced over to leap into my arms. Startled, I supported its light weight with an arm under its feet and the other just barely hovering behind its spikes (luckily I have long sleeves).

I scratched it behind the ear and smiled. "Okay okay, you've had your fill of TLC. Now away you go."

It disappeared in pink light. Aren't my Dream Eaters a delight? For an animal person like me, having the rainbow spirits as my loyal familiars makes my life in this world much easier to release stress.

I look to Riddle curiously. "What is it?"

His bottom lip was puckered into a pout. However, he gripped his staff and faced away from me. "Nothing."

A question mark hovered above my head but I didn't persist for an answer. I thought he was sulking or being brooding over something but I guess it was my imagination.

My blue eyes lower their sights.

I've been thinking about this for a while, but... He's so slim. I have this urge to try holding him just to see how small he feels. With someone who has a temper, I'm positive he'd hate hearing about his height, especially when he's a boy. Men and their pride, right?

While Riddle's attention was preoccupied on the now bickering A-Deuce being competitive rivals over the game, I slowly crept behind the unsuspecting dorm leader. Trey casted a quizzical glance my way but I was too focused on the target of my curiosity to make eye contact.

I place my hands firmly on the sides of his torso.

Riddle flinched from my touch. The two long cowlicks that shaped into a heart stand upright like bunny ears. From where I stood, I could see his ears flushing red behind his matching fringes.

The boys paused in their croquet game to gap at my bold move. They couldn't say anything out of fear. I could have sworn I heard Trey's glasses crack. Meanwhile Cater discreetly slides his smartphone up for the snap of a pic. It was only later would I realize the scene looked a little too close for comfort from their perspective.

A gasp was elicited from the redhead when I pressed my hands deeper on his waist.

I pursed my lips and narrowed my eyes before leaning over to see how close my fingertips are touching. I was oblivious to the close proximity my face was that I could clearly breathe in the scent of roses and strawberries Riddle has.

I mutter to myself, "Hmm... So slim."

Riddle hugged his midsection as though violated and I stepped away to avoid a potential outburst breaking my ears. The furious red blush rivaled his prized roses as he swerved to me with quivering lips he was biting down. "Wh-Wh-Wh-What are you doing?!"

"Sorry, I couldn't help but satiate my curiosity." I say in a carefree manner from a safe distance. I think it's the dorm clothes that hug his frame snugly that has me thinking.

Riddle was shaking like a leaf and waving his staff in jerking motions as though conflicted between whacking me over the head or just threaten me with aggressive pointing. Maybe both?

I fail to feel any remorse on his behalf, unfortunately. I feel so mischievous after seeing the pleasing flustered reaction that you could see the devil horns and tail on me. Worth it.

"Strix... You just went into a dangerous territory." Trey sweatdropped.

"But he's so slim! My fingers almost touched!" I gesture with my hands, fingertips just about two inches apart. The fact that my eyes were round with wonder and of pure intentions made it hard to take the matter seriously. "You should try it, Trey-senpai."

"Ahaha, if I want my head rolling then I could." The young man sheepishly replied.

Cater and Ace were howling in the background as we speak. Deuce was trying to shush them from being so rude but once Cater showed the photo, he was quick to note how small he is by comparing my dainty hands to his waist.

Ace wheezes, "Dude, send me that!"

"OFF WITH YOUR HEAD!!!"

As for Savanaclaw, I was capable of avoiding getting into nasty conflicts myself with the residents. I have a trusty weapon to cool these hotheads, and that is...the water spray bottle.

The residents would hiss and yelp by the spray bottle, effectively quieting them down. It was either they learn self-discipline, getting pecked by gloating birds (both literal birds and myself in a metaphorical sense), or the spray. They'd probably rather get pecked than a shower in the face, but I have this sadistic glee that arises when I punish them with it, so spray bottle it is.

I feel little remorse seeing their drenched hair flat on their skin. Leona had the misfortune of falling victim to it when I threatened him before actually following it through. He had made a funny face that I treasured to memory and audibly hissed loudly in recoiling from the attack. I was surprised he didn't actually bounce and arch his back at me like an actual cat's reaction. That's what he gets for sleeping in too late for the dorm meeting...

I swear, I'm having too much fun with the spraying game at Savanaclaw. Absolutely no animal-human hybrid soul looks forward to the face shower. Maybe this was a way to free myself from my pent up emotions, though they're usually trivial or nothing hostile.

I earned an infamous reputation as "the cleaner" of Savanaclaw. Aside from actually picking up trash in my spare time as a "janitor", I'd swoop in to end any brawls on the street (not that the dorm has a street but you know what I mean). Leona thought I'd be good for the job to shut the noise up, especially during his afternoon naps, and that he won't have to be the one always having to go and keep the residents' muzzles shut. Not that he does it often (lazy-ass lion).

There was also another reason why they haven't tried any funny ideas on me since Leona's Overblot rampage. All I managed out of the residents I've encountered was something about their bones won't even be spared if they dare to trespass the line. I feel like it has something to do with Leona in his position as the dorm leader to have this overwhelming influence over their behavior, but these idiots like playing vague with me for some damn reason.

Although, there is always a minority of hard heads that prove too stubborn. When it comes to it, I would say this:

"I'll castrate you."

The residents would flinch and shudder at the painful image before fleeing with tails tucked between their legs or getting annihilated by my hawk and eagle. Of course, this threat is not exclusively for Savanaclaw. In this all-boys school, it usually works like a charm.

It might become my pet phrase if everyone somehow gets on my nerves on a daily basis. I remember Ruggie quaking ever so slightly behind his Savanaclaw bandana when I half-jokingly said that. Though I think he wasn't particularly fearful? Something akin to, dare I say, flustered? (1) I hope that was me misremembering or misunderstanding...

Many wonder if I had exhibited such aggressive behavior up to now. You'd think I'm a calm, serene soul at appearance, but I'm a passive-aggressive type of gal who won't hesitate to get a little violent to prove my point across in this hopeless school.

"To think this is how you are adapting..." Jack had once mumbled before glancing to me with confusion swirling in his amber eyes, "Why are you standing so far?"

I had my arms behind my back as I feigned an amiable smile. "My neck pain is acting up again so I didn't want to keep looking up to see your face. You are a head taller than me, after all."

While that's not a lie, I was also trying to hide my spray bottle from Jack's line of view. I could never bring myself to spray at a good doggy. Jack did nothing wrong. In fact, it was the opposite.

I had discreetly tucked my spray bottle on my lanyard around my waist as a holster before slowly creeping up to him with twitching hands.

Jack's instincts alerted him of my predatory stalking. He refused to back down from any threat standing in his way, though that would be an exaggeration to call me a "threat", I feel.

"Why so stiff? Haven't I always been gentle?" I say as I carefully approached with gleaming eyes.

"That's not the face of a gentle person, that's the face of a predator." Was what Jack rebuked before I magically warped behind him and squealed over the fluffy tail yet again. If he wanted to he could have ran away with his strong legs, but I think he's too soft on little me who has pure intentions as clear as the sky (although that one day had a few clouds roaming about but that's nothing to worry about).

I sigh dreamily as I stroked his tail. The vague notion of the texture being similar to Crewel's fur coat transpired in my mind but was quickly suppressed afterwards. "Being in Savanaclaw has its perks..."

Jack has a feeling those "perks" are not particularly exciting for him to hear...

...

It's been one week since we took the finals. Today is the day our scores are officially announced. Before classes begin, however...

"Stop right there, Grim! I'm not gonna let this slide today of all days!" Ace chases after his forked tail down the exterior hallway of the second floor.

"Haha sucker. You should write your name on it!" Grim grinned all snarky and stuck his tongue out at the boy.

"Why you!!"

I sigh. I can practically hear the shenanigans music playing. "What happened this time?"

From beside me, Deuce shook his head, disappointed. "They'll never give it a rest, will they."

Grim hides behind my leg while placing himself behind Deuce and I, giving Ace little leeway to lunge for the raccoon when we served as human walls.

"Ah, Strix! If you're really a prefect then properly watch over your residents! This jerk went and stole the bread I set aside for a snack again!" The orange-haired male aggressively points at the gray beast.

"That's rude to say I stole it. I just happened to eat it after it fell on your desk." Grim said, peeking his head out to reply.

"You don't say things 'fell on' someone's desk when they were purposely set there, y'know!" Ace retorted.

"To be fair, you're the one who let your guard down around Grim of all people. Don't leave it there waiting for someone to snatch it away." I told him.

"I agree, it's partially you that's to blame since it's Grim we're talking about." Deuce attested.

"I can't believe you two!" Ace then swerved back to Grim, "Running away like the thief you are. I'll show you with my wind magic..."

"Oh, you wanna go? I'll hit right back with my fire magic..."

Their eyes widen. "...Ah!!"

"...You know what, let's knock it off with the magic. It would be a huge pain to have to clean windows again as punishment." Ace smirks, albeit with unease.

"Hehe. You say smart things every once in a while. It'd be pretty immature of me to be the only one using magic so I'll let you off the hook this time." Grin stands straighter and tipped his chin up, sparing mercy.

I raised my brows. "Hm? I'm not dreaming this?"

Deuce was impressed as well. "It's rare for you two to stop on your own. Usually it takes the headmaster jumping in after you've burned the classroom black to end your fights."

"I was about to threaten you to be flatten into a pancake by Meow Wow again..." I muttered. Wouldn't that be a fun sight.

"No sweat? I'd look like a dumbass throwing hands over bread with a raccoon." Ace said.

"Come again?! You really don't know when to shut up!" Grim bristled.

I ushered the bickering pair to enter the classroom already before another argument would follow up. We settled in our assigned seats and wait for Crewel to commence the period.

"Time to start class, puppies. Sit like good little pups. First up, I'll return your tests."

"It's finally time." Deuce muttered.

"Nyaha! Test return! Come on teach!" Grim was nearly bouncing from the pads of his feet in anticipation.

I hushed him and hold the cat in place, sending an apologetic expression when Crewel casted an admonishing look our way. The man then summons students to come up by student number order. When our test papers finally arrived...

Ace sported a bright grin upon seeing the score marked in bold ink. "All right! 92 points!"

"88 points!" Deuce outwardly cried rather loudly, to which the quick flitting looks from our classmates had hushed him. He mumbles, astonished, "I-I can't believe there would be a day I scored over 80..."

"Look, Strix! I scored 85 points!" With sparkling wide eyes, Grim proudly flaunts the number for me to behold.

I looked up from my score of 95 (despite my narcoleptic habits I'm a very studious person; I often do my work in the dead of the night when I'm most awake, and I always ask for notes from a reliable source in case I missed out) to marvel at Grim's paper.

"That's...amazing! I'm proud of you guys." I praised the boys before rubbing Grim's head. A purr rumbles behind his throat.

Ace peered at my test paper and squinted dubiously. "How the hell did a sleepyhead like you get such a high score?"

"Unlike some people, I'm responsible and keep up with my lessons. I also had a good sleep last night." I tipped my nose up slightly.

"Ah, makes sense."

I shot a half-hearted offended look. "Just how disastrous did you think I was...?"

Meanwhile Deuce was biting back tears of joy he couldn't suppress in his voice crack as he said, "This means I won't have to repeat a year...!"

"It seems like you all studied a lot for this exam. It's completely different from your quizzes..." Crewel then admits, "Actually, it's strange for the average to increase this much."

"Eh, it's strange... What do you mean, Professor Crewel?" Ace asked.

"The average test score for potions is over 90 in all grades. I heard from Professor Trein that the results in history were also fairly good." He stated.

Both Deuce and Grim's eyes widen at the shocking discovery.

Ace wasn't too eager about it. "I've got a really bad feeling..."

Crewel continued, "The 50 students with the highest test scores will be posted in the hallway so look forward to it. Let's begin class. Open your textbooks."

When classes ended for the day, we make way for the billboard where students crowded before the official results.

Grim frantically hovers around, "Is my name in the top 50?!"

Ace pokes his head above the numerous shoulders and heads teeming in front of us, "I've gotta be in the top 50 if I got an average above 90 right?!"

Grim searched for his name among the top 50 but found negative results and proceeded to despair.

"M-My name isn't there either..." Deuce hung his head.

I quirked a quizzical brow. "Wait. The total scores next to the names..." My pupils dilated.

"The top 30 all got a perfect score of 500!"

"A p-perfect score?!" The trio exclaimed.

This is weird. The odds that thirty students have perfect grades is low, even with approximately 700 students in this school. I think two dorms are centered around intelligence but then that would be about 200 residents... Argh, why is this making me do mental math?!

I didn't realize I was muttering under my breath with calculations slipping through my fingers until Grim interrupted, "Forget that! If I'm not in the top 50 I'm 'breaking contract'!"

Ace slowly turns to stare at him dreadfully. "Eh... 'Contract,' Grim, did you..."

Deuce noticed as well, "Ace, that face, did you..."

Before the three could confront each other about this 'contract' I have no idea about, something magically sprouted atop their heads.

I was rendered speechless at the sight.

"Wh-What the hell is this?! There's an anemone coming out of my head!" Grim exclaimed. He grabbed the plant in shock.

"G-Grim, you made a contract with him too?! You coward!" Deuce accused.

"Deuce you've got one growing out of your head too!" Ace quipped. It's a perfect example of the pot calling the kettle black right there.

"I'll pull this thing right out..." When Grim attempted to, he winces in pain with tears forming in his eyes. "I can't get it off!"

I could only stare at them. "What is going on here?"

"I came over to see what all the fuss is about but it's just you guys. What're you doing?" It was Jack, our resident wolf boy, who approached our circle of three idiots and one girl carrying the brain cell.

"Jack, did you make a contract...but you don't have an anemone...?!" Deuce widened his aqua blue eyes upon the lack of anemone between the wolf ears.

"Despite your looks do you actually take your studies seriously?!" Ace breathed in disbelief. This macho beef cake is studious?

'He's a good boy, that's what.' I nodded to myself. I find myself pleasantly surprised with Jack with every bit of info from him.

Jack cocked his head. "Huh? What are you talking about? Actually, what's that on your head?" He points at the blue and purple plant.

"Well, you see... Fgna?! What now?!" Before Grim would explain, the anemone stood upright and tilted at a direction before dragging the beast away. "I'm being pulled by my head by the anemone!"

"Owowowow! It's gonna pull my head off!" Ace grabbed his anemone and tried pulling it back to normal height to no avail.

"Shit, is this what he meant by 'absolute obedience'..." Deuce gritted his teeth.

The three's screams were carried away by the magical anemones lifting them a few inches off the floor. Now there was only Jack and I anemone-free left staring bug-eyed at the surreal scene.

"The hell? They looked like they were being pulled along by the anemone on their heads. They all look like idiots..."

"That's because they are, good sir." I muttered under my breath, though I'm sure Jack heard that clearly. The evident disappointment was seeping through my voice.

Nonetheless, I'm both worried and suspicious. They kept playing the pronoun game with this "he" who is presumably the one responsible for all this anemone thing.

"Let's chase after them."

"Huh? Why me? This doesn't involve me at all." Jack protested.

I wasn't planning on going alone without a fellow witness to tag with me. I crossed my arms and slyly shot a daring look at him. "Are you scared?"

Golden amber eyes fiercely meet my blue ones. A snarl revealed the slightest of white fangs and gums. "Who are you calling a scaredy-cat?"

Upon my undeterred reaction, he clicked his tongue and looked away from our eye contact. "Tch, you've gotten pretty used to how things work at this school. Can't be helped. I'll tag along with you for a bit."

I grin triumphantly. "Let's go."

We trail after where the trio was last seen and noticed a few other students from different dorms with anemones on their heads being lifted away as well. We followed them to the Hall of Mirrors where a crowd of anemones stood above everyone's heads.

A Heartslabyul resident griped, "I totally thought I'd make it into the top 50 this time!"

"Dammit, he tricked me! That cheating octopus bastard!" A Savanaclaw student cursed.

"This totally ruins my school life!!" A Scarabia student moaned.

My eyes couldn't really take this alarming sight of the crowd seriously. "It's like a field of daisies popped out..." Except they're anemones.

"There's some second and third years, too. And they're all heading to the mirror for Octavinelle dorm. Let's go take a look." Jack prompted.

Beyond the mirror decorated with seashells on the sides of the steps, we were warped to the world under the sea where the dorm is situated in.

Bubbles exit through the roof of my vision. I didn't think there'd be a dorm literally underwater despite knowing Octavinelle is founded by Ursula the sea witch. I should have guessed after seeing Savanaclaw in the savannah, but underwater is a whole other league.

My eyes roam across our surroundings. I couldn't help but slack my jaw at the beautiful blue sea. "This is the complete opposite of Savanaclaw."

"You kidding me! Night Raven College is amazing!"

I rested my sights now on Jack. Tail wagging, a youthful smile, and eyes sparkling at the aquatic environment.

'Cute...' Was my involuntary thought.

Realizing my staring, the tanned male coughed. "We're taking a step into another dorm's territory. Don't get distracted and keep your guard up."

I internally rolled my eyes before we enter the building. We once again follow the anemone students and head east through a long glass tunnel aquarium. I'd have admired the beautiful sight under less concerning circumstances. I know Jack would have too from how stiff he kept his chin at level from looking straight ahead. His eyes are darting everywhere...

Upon opening the door at the end of the tunnel, we entered in a room with an aquarium window behind three leather sofa couches and tables beneath dangling jellyfish chandeliers. On the right side was a bar counter.

The first thing that came to mind was: is this a cabaret? The follow up was how gorgeous the aquarium was. I wouldn't get tired of staring at it for hours.

I blinked at the mass of students crowding the floor before the steps leading to the platform. "There's a huge number of people."

Being one of the tallest, Jack skimmed through the heads and mumbled, "100... No, looks closer to 200 people. But what is this place? Looks like a café..." He squints at the sign featured on a stand, " 'Mostro Lounge'? Where'd Ace and the others go?"

The name was literally one letter away from "Monstro", the whale from Pinocchio. I don't know if that has any connections to the whole Octavinelle theme aside from being aquatic.

A snap of the fingers shuts down the lights. Everything went dark until a spotlight soon shone upon a snazzy-dressed young man.

I suppressed a bug-eyed look of shock from leaking into my expression. He looks like someone from the mafia or yakuza. Black and gray ribbon fedora with a purple seashell motif for a pin, a gray trench coat draped over his scarf and glossy black suit with a purple bow tie, and even an octopus cane with a magic gem imbued. Can you blame me for thinking that?

"Well well. You poor, unfortunate souls who couldn't make it into the top 50 for test scores. Welcome to Mostro Lounge. I am sure you all are more than well aware of who I am but allow me to introduce myself again. I am Azul Ashengrotto. I am the dorm head of Octavinelle, the boss of Mostro Lounge, and..."

"The man who will be your master from this day on." A wide, almost gleeful smile spreads his lips compared to the polite one from before.

The spotlight diminished and the café lights return as his words slowly register in everyone's ears.

Jack's brows furrowed in confusion. "...What now?"

Azul states, "You all challenged me and lost. In accordance with the contract, from now until you graduate, I will have you work yourselves to the bone as my servants."

"Hold up. This is straight up fraud!" That was Ace!

Azul acknowledges the Heartslabyul student, "I believe you are the first year, Ace Trappola. Calling it 'fraud' is rather rude. The notebook I gave you as part of the contract should have had a perfect plan for taking the tests. If you followed it to the letter you should have had no problem scoring over 90 points."

"Yeah. You're right, I got a 92!" Ace snarked.

The silver-haired boy smiled. "That's wonderful! I'm overjoyed that it was of use to you."

"But I didn't hear anything about you handing that notebook over to this many people!" Ace rebuked, gesturing an arm to the crowd.

"Ace is right on the money." Deuce spoke up from beside him. "There's no way we'd all make it into the top 50 if you gave out this many notebooks!"

"If this many people score over 90 then scoring 85 doesn't change my position at all from when I was failing!" Grim argued.

Azul listened to them patiently before beginning, "Do you know of the concept of 'duty of confidentiality'? 'I want to easily get a high score', 'I don't want my grades to drop', 'I want to spend my time until the test having fun'... The idiots-"

He then cleared his throat, "No, everyone- who relied on me had their own reasons for doing so but... Who made a contract for what reasons and under what conditions...are all deeply connected to an individual's privacy that I can't simply go around revealing to others, no? I am a very honest man. Look on page 127 of the contract and you'll see the clause about confidentiality. I am simply upholding that."

"Th-Then what's gonna happen to my fire magic that I gave you as collateral for the notebook?" Grim asked.

The inquiry brought forth questions among the rest of the students.

"Y-Yeah. And my water magic?"

"Gimme back my unique magic!" A student pleads.

"Oh my, oh my. Everyone, have you already forgotten the terms of the contract?" Azul asked.

He states, " 'In return for the notebook to counter the final exams you shall entrust an ability you take pride in to me. If you are able to make it into the top 50 grades then I will return your ability... And give you a notebook for every test until you graduate. However, if you are unable to place in the top 50... Then you will become my absolutely obedient servant until you graduate.' ...You recall?"

"Based on the contract you signed, your everything to the hair on your head belong to me. That means I'm free to choose whether or not to return your abilities." Azul concluded.

"How's that possible?!" Ace barked.

I frowned. That did sound like a very tempting offer for high school students. However, I personally wouldn't even want engage in deals where not fulfilling my end of the deal would backstab me.

"I was wondering why Grim never used his fire magic up to now..." I mumbled. I had asked him about it before but he dodged the question. I didn't persist at the time because I had persuaded myself he could be practicing other types of magic aside from fire. Guess not.

Jack's silence reached its tolerance. "I've been listening... But I can't handle any of these guys!!!"

The boys jolt in surprise from his volume and watched dumbly as he marched up while the crowd parts like the red sea. I tried stopping him but I couldn't join him since I would be risking my position and become the center of attention. The students nearby were already staring at me but I made it clear I don't wish to announce my presence.

"Ja-Jack?! Why're you here?" Deuce looked at him with wide eyes.

"Hmm? You are..." Azul's steel blue eyes narrowed at the empty space on Jack's head. "You don't have an anemone do you. We are currently in the middle of a staff meeting. If it doesn't pertain to you could you please leave?"

A growl akin to a real wolf rumbled from his throat. I just got shivers from that. "Doesn't pertain? I wanted to study hard to beat a bunch of guys who used their own brains fair and square. Because of you it was all for nothing. I'm plenty involved!"

I sweatdropped. "They've lit a fire under his high standards..."

"Jack, did you come to help us?!" Grim asked, hopeful.

"Don't get the wrong idea. I can't stand any of the people in this room. Those who make greedy deals, those who rely on others, I don't want to be bros with any of them!"

Ace gave up interpreting his words and actions and flatly said, "What did you come here for?"

"No... Jack's words have opened my eyes." Grim was quick to suggest, "We just have to beat him! That means... If we go all out against Azul to steal the contracts and destroy them, they'll be invalid!"

"Ah! When you put it that way..."

"We might not have our strongest magic but we have numbers on your side! Let's do this!"

I deadpanned at the students. These guys are hopeless.

Plus, I have a bad feeling about this. Now that I've took a good look at Azul's face, he's like Ursula in a many ways. The mole, pale hair, "poor unfortunate souls"... It's strange how the dorm leaders I've met so far bear uncanny semblances to the Great Seven.

Then that means his contracts are...

"My, my... I don't really want to get rough with you. Jade, Floyd. Please play with them for a bit."

By Azul's beck and call, a pair of familiar twins appear. They're the Leech twins from the Magift investigation!

"As you wish." The twin dressed professionally with a polite smile and sharp eyes must be Jade.

"I can squeeze all of them? Aha, yay~" The other twin with loose black uniform, Floyd, grinned.

Ah, I just realized they're Flotsam and Jetsam! Also what did Floyd mean by "squeeze"?

Thus the Mostro Lounge became a clustered battlefield of magic spells. I try to remain close to the walls and out of Azul and the twins' sights. With my infamous reputation already established well into the third month of the semester, how could they not want to pursue me in a given opportunity? I rather not get involved in something messy again, especially right in their territory.

The Octavinelle trio was repelling everyone's magic attacks. Azul flashed a sparkling gold contract that bounce back any magic in retaliation. He would also use the vast arsenal of magic he took from the people he dealed with against them.

It was clear Azul is practically unbeatable, especially now that he took everyone's magic.

A fireball is changed from its course. Now it was aiming for my direction in the far back of the lounge.

"Strix!" I heard Jack cry.

I ducked my head.

Suddenly a blue seahorse Dream Eater manifests and shoots a block of ice at the fire spell. Upon collision a steam of clouds evaporated, thus nullifying its attack.

I slowly lift my head and breathed a sigh of relief. That was close.

Though an aquatic spirit, Tatsu Steed was levitating off the floor and did a loop before trilling with an accomplished glee. I automatically gave it a head rub when it approached me, thanking the seahorse for the save.

From up on the platform, the Octavinelle trio were intrigued at the bright creature.

"Another new one..." Azul mumbled.

A glint of maniacal glee flashed in Floyd's heterochromatic eyes. "That somethin' I can squeeze, too?"

Jade simply smiled slightly wider at the discovery. "It seems we have a special guest among the anemone bed."

Having been discovered, I could no longer try to hide from Octavinelle's radar. I dismissed Tatsu Steed and make my way to Jack's side. Everyone had soon quickly gave up in their attempt to destroy the contacts, much to the trio's visible disappointment. They haven't broken a sweat since.

Azul's steel blue eyes lingered on me before roaming across the lounge with limp bodies of anemone heads strewn about in defeat. "You all signed a golden contract. As long as it's valid it cannot be annulled by any number of people. Whatever spell you use, it can't so much as scratch the contract."

The dorm leader chuckled. "As long as you have that anemone sprouting from your head you have no choice but to obey my orders. First of all, I'd like to have you clean the lounge. Next will be food prep. Well then, get up and get to work!"

"Seriously..." Ace slumped in defeat.

Azul turns to the twins. "Jade, Floyd. I'll leave giving instructions to the new help to you."

"All right."

"Then you are Jack Howl from Savanaclaw and the prefect Strix Noctowl from Ramshackle dorm... Correct." It was more of a statement than a question.

He smiles. "You're welcome to make a deal. I hope to see you back here as a guest. You're welcome anytime."

Jack growls at Azul walking away. "Hey, Strix. Let's get outta here and come up with a plan."

I cast a concerned look over the boys and Grim who were forced to clean under the twins' watchful eyes. I then nodded stiffly. "Okay."

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Answer: The scene is inspired from Kingdom Hearts' opening movie of Simple and Clean with Strix as Sora and Caelum as Riku. Honestly I can be such a KH nerd lmao

(1) - Male hyenas are submissive to females, and well, I hinted that lol Strix may be an animal person but she doesn't research into certain animal behavior like a hyena, so she has yet to realize it.