Prologue Skit 1:

"On. On!"
"Onion?"
"On!" *Knock knock with club club*

It's evening and two certain Onion Pixies were at Silvana's doorstep. "Onion Pixie? Oniko? Good to see you two together. What brings you here?" Sil said in her pajamas.

"Onion."

"Oh, sorry little guys. You're a little late to see that show. A lot late. Two days late."

"Onion. On…" The girl onion uttered her grievances.

"On, onion on, Onion. ON!"

"Hey! No need to get testy. You just somehow missed it."

"Onion!"

"Then let me see your tickets." Sil squatted in annoyance. She scanned the ticket over. "Yup these are from two days ago."

"Oooooooon…" Oniko said in a way like some would say 'phooey'.

"Oooooooooon!" Onion Pixie muttered like someone would say 'you vile beast!'

"I'm sorry." Sil said like someone would say 'my head hurts, I wanna be in bed and not talk to you.' "Read the date, it's definitely two days ago."

"On!? Onion onion, On-On-Onion."

"Huh, repeat that?"

"On-On-Onion."

"Ah, what day is it now?"

"On."

"Onion."

"Okay, It think there's a language barrier here. I recommend you find an Onion to English translation book. Our numbers are different."

"On?"

"On. Onion?"

"Iunno probably the Precise Library… I can give two free tickets. The next show's two days from now."

"On, onion." The female jumped for joy. And her protector nodded in acceptance.

"Wow, no conflict. Niiiiiiice." Sil basked in it.

"On."

"On. On." They waved goodbye.

"Wait, Pixie, I need to ask you something." Sil began whispering. "I need some advice on *whispers too soft* without coming across like a lovesick white knight like so many I know. I figured you'd kno-" *Offended thwack* "Ouch!"

Prologue Skit 2:

Sil opened Ms. Accord's office. She was a little nervous. It was time for a Student Teacher conference.

"Ah, Miss Silvana. Have a seat. I'll be done in a moment." The Professor continued writing something, Popoi's just chilling on the desk with a ball of yarn. The Prince of Darkness, everybody.

Sil stared at the snarky cat play, she did admire her teacher for making that thing feel so alive, even when doing something else. What she doesn't admire is him saying the things on her mind.

Accord finished. "Alright. Let's begin, shall we." Accord giggled. An annoying verbal tic that only Silvana found offsetting. But that's probably of her giggly past. "Are you shivering?"

"Whut? Oh, ummmm… You tell me?" Sil rebutted. Comically shrugging.

Accord giggled again. "I may have said this before but it does me good seeing you actually being a clown now."

"Before you came across like a wreck stuck with an unmeowanted job."

"Hmhmm. Cranky too."

"Gee… Thanks…" Sil lightly gritted her teeth. "That part isn't gone. I'm just doing better."

"That's good to hear. I wanted to start about your attitude towards Raffine." Her tone was neutral.

"Why? Sorry, dumb question. I can't help myself, she just ticks me off."

"We know, but do watch yourself. Everyone's precious here."

"Even if she deserves it, meow."

"Hush. I'll ask Raffine the same thing. Don't think I don't see that foot imprint on your stomach. Don't antagonize each other, please? It may get too toxic if you go down this path."

"I'll do my best."

"Oh. A good segway to talk about your grades if there ever was any." Accord adjusted her glasses as she read the papers in front of her.

Sil winched a little. "Is it bad? Am I gonna pass? I thought I did alright…"

*Mischievous giggle* "You'll pass." The teacher assured, relieving her student of that worry. "You've gone from below average on English, Biology, History, Math especially, Geology, Topography, and such. To grades comparable to Raffine's average."

"It's a wonder that you made it this fur with your job befure you impurroved."

Sil frowned at the cat.

"Now now, Popoi. I'm sure she did her best, coming from a less educated world. Presumably of course."

"Am I still here?" Silvana asked, looking around.

"I'm proud how far you've come, even if your Magical and Puyo grades have been stagnant."

"Stagnant, but… Don't I usually get tens on those?"

"Duh… That's why they're stagnant." Popoi butted in. "And if I had to be honest, your performance in Gym class is always a real treat, nya."

"Thanks, Popoi."

"Shame you probably won't be able to graduate…" Accord wasn't happy to have dropped that bomb.

"WHAT!? B-But I'm doing so well! Why?" Sil protested.

"It's your disorder. I fear that I'm not allowed to graduate you in your current state." Sil froze up.

"Y-You know?"
"Everyone knows, Silvana. You don't put much effort in hiding it."
"E-Everyone? That can't be it? They kn-know I'm a-"
"Suffering from PTSD? Yes."
"Huh?"
"PTSD."
"Phew. What's that?"
"Stands for Post Traumatic Stress Disorder. Look at the ceiling."
"Why?gyaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa!"

Sil immediately ducked for it. A shivering mess. Tuning everything audible out.

*5 Minutes later…*

"…No Sig this not what it looks like. I'm the real one…"

"Looks like she's awake."

"Huh!? Not cool Prof!" Sil scowled. "Don't worry. Those Garbage Puyo weren't real. I did it to prove my point. You shut yourself off when threatened with these. You know what PTSD means now?"

"I-If I say yes, I won't get another demonstration?" She snarked.

"You have my sympathies, suffering it to something so fundamental…"

Sil's beef got washed away, slumping over forward. Wanting to rest her forehead on the desk. "I know, I'm pathetic…"

"Oh, I wouldn't go that far. Your Puyo matches go well despite your PTSD acting up from time to time. You have more wins than losses. I'd graduate you in a heartbeat if I was allowed to. Don't feel bad about it, there's nothing you could've done about it." 'Except it's my fault…'

"That said. You'd be an exceptional sorceress, with or without a diploma. You already are."

"I know."

"I suggest you'd pick your fights more wisely, from now on. Wouldn't want you to lose to someone you don't trust."

She gave it some thought. "Thanks I will." Sil didn't feel as horrible as she did earlier.

"That's all I wanted to discuss. Have any questions?"

"Yeah, are the rumors true that this isn't a Parent Teacher conference because of Mr. Am's Dad?"

Chapter 24: Two Prologue Skits

*Shlurp shlurp shlurp shlurp* "Maaaaan~ This is a good cinnamon stick." *Shlurp shlurp, etc.* "I'll have another." And then Sil dipped it in curry and she was she was in bliss. Her life was complete.

Author's Notes:

No, not this time. Impressed?

Next up: A Soul Stealing Doppelganger