Mathew-Swift-Fiction presents

A Little Witch Academia X Beetlejuice Story

Little Witch Academia (C) Studio TRIGGER * Beetlejuice (C) Warner Bros.


The Whole Being Reunited Thing


It was a calm, but cloudy evening at Luna Nova, as ravens flew past the extravagent pillars and towers. Students were preparing to head to bed, as the staff was making final preparations for the next day. This was also the same case for Ursula Callistis, as she was staying up, grading tests from her Astronomy exams. Occasionally drifting off to sleep, she urges herself to stay awake, as she wrote more notes on a test, handed in by Atsuko Kagari. However, the weather was going to change very soon.

"Hmm, at least she understands the meaning of the constellations," She muttered, giving the test an 65% score. "But I'm sure she'll ace the next one." She moves on to the next sheet, as a roar of thunder clashes against the clouds outside. Taken back by the sudden flash of lightning, she looks towards the window, as it started to rain. "Huh. I thought the night was going to be clear tonight. Alcor, do you mind?" She smiled at her raven, as she pulled out her magenta colored jumpsuit.

Alcor lifted its wings and flew to the slightly opened window, as he grabbed the window handle with his beak, closing the window. However, as he did, the window suddenly bursts open, causing the harsh winds and rain to blow inside the room. Alcor recovered from the fumble and flew back to his owner, as she fell to the ground, her eyes lit up from this sudden change of weather.

"Alcor!" She grasped the raven in her arms, as the window kept blowing back and forth, as flashes of green lightning lit up the room. Then, echoes of cackling laughter sounded from all over the walls, ringing Ursula's ears. That cackling laughter seemed familiar to her, as she stood back. Then, she remembered.

"Oh, no…" Her eyes shrank in realization, as a small black and white tornado entered from the window, hovering down to Ursula.

"IT'S SHOWTIME!" The gruffy voice shouted, as the tornado dispersed, revealing its owner. It was a slightly plump man, with clammy, grey skin. His flowing white and green hair settled, as he adjusted his striped black and white tuxedo. As he patted his tattered clothes, he raised an eyebrow, looking around the room. "Wait a minute, this isn't Lydia's room." He scratches his stubble, shouting up at the window. "What kind of transportation is this, Delta Airlines?!"

Ursula gasps in realization. It was him! The voice, the outfit, even the dead-looking skin. She pulls out her wand, pointing it at the undead visitor. "What are you doing here?!" Alcor cawed at the man, who looked agitated.

"Hey, ain't my fault!" He groaned, shrugging his shoulders. "I was just coming back from my vacation to China and... oh, spoiler alert, you might need to wear a face mask from now... on?" He turns around, as he looks at Ursula, stopping his sentence. Squinting his eyes, he raises a finger to her. "Waaaaaaaaaaaaait, do I know you from somewhere?"

"Don't act like a fool in front of me!" Ursula kept her wand pointed at the short man, stepping a tad bit closer. Then, his eyes lit up in realization, as well.

"Those eyes…" He looked closer at Ursula's magenta colored eyes, as he recognized her white pupils. "...Cherry?"

"It's Chariot!" Ursula corrected, as the man smiled in excitement. "And that name is behind me now!" This sealed the deal for the scruffy man, as he cheered loudly.

"It IS you, Cherry!" He hovered over to her, his hands held out for a hug. Before Ursula could prevent it, he gave her a big hug, as his arms slithered around her back. "Long time, no see! How have you been?" As he kept hugging her, his hand started to slide towards her behind, wiggling his fingers. Before he could touch her cheek, Ursula pushed him away, as she aimed her wand back at him.

"Don't you even think of touching me!" She growled, taking a defensive stance.

"Aw, come on, Cherry," He held up his hands in surrender, hovering down to the floor. "Don't you recognize me? It's me, your bestest pal!"

"You are not my pal… Beetlejuice." Ursula kept her defense up, as Beetlejuice shuddered at the mention of his name.

"Hey, glad you know me and all, but could we keep the language down to a bare minimum?" He lifted a finger, still smiling his uneven rotting teeth.

"I thought I told you to never come back here!" She demanded, her wand glowing a bright green light at him. "Now, I will ask you again, what are you doing here?"

"All I did was make a wrong turn, but hey, while I'm here," He snapped his fingers, as a couch appeared out of nowhere, as he was now wearing a pair of glasses, and a clean dress shirt. "How about we sit down and catch up for a while?" He patted his hand next to him on the sofa, as Ursula, still on the defense, lowered her wand.

"So, wait," She pondered, putting her wand away. "You're not here to kill anyone?"

"Naw," Beetlejuice sat back into the cushion, placing his hands behind his head. "I've been too busy to do so. I mean, I had a musical all about me, and I got gypped out of a Tony Award, those cheap bastards…" He looked back to Ursula, and lowered his fake glasses. "Jeez, Cherry, you look different. D'you get plastic surgery or somethin'?"

"Again, it's Chariot." Ursula reminded him. "And what's wrong with how I look?"

"Don't get me wrong, you still look sexy as fuck," Ursula cringed at the F word. "Buuuuut why the blue hair? What, you trying out for a Katy Perry music video?"

"You of all people have no right to criticise someone's appearance," huffed Ursula, rolling her eyes at him. "I highly advise you to leave now!" She turns her back away from him, as she sets Alcor down on her desk. Her skin shuddered, as she felt a finger in her hair.

"Aw, come on, Cherry," A gruff voice asked, twirling Ursula's hair suggestively, with his dirty finger. "You know you love me."

"Please let go of my hair." Professor Ursula sounded annoyed, not even paying attention to the spectral trickster, floating behind her.

"Hey, can't help it if my hands get frisky." The poltergust showed his bare hands, as they both popped out of their respective wrists. They landed on the wooden floor, crawling on it's nails, like spiders. "Whoop, there they go again." He snickered, as his hands crawled over to Ursula's boots.

"I don't have time to deal with you, right now." Ursula kicked away his hands, as they bounced back to the wrists of Betelgeuse.

"Aw, don't be like that, Cherry. Is this really how you treat an old friend, after all these years?" Betelgeuse grinned, as he screwed his hands back onto his body.

"We were never friends." said Ursula, looking back to Betelgeuse, giving him a glare.

"Suuuuuuure, we weren't." Betelgeuse rolled his eyes, sounding sarcastic. "Tell yourself that, babe." He lays down, floating towards the roof, looking around Ursula's office/living quarters. "Sweet digs you got here." Then, he spots Alcor, who was cawing angrily at him. "Heh, still alive and kicking eh, feather brain?"

"CAW!" Alcor squawked, as he tried to snap Betelgeuse's finger off, causing him to retract his hand.

"Woah! Feisty too!" He chuckled, floating back to Ursula, who's trying her best to contain herself. "Say, Cherry, do you have any cockroaches around here? I'm starvin'!"

Ursula took a deep breath, as she continued to write on a roll of parchment, ignoring Betelgeuse.

"Cheeeeerrrry?" He slithered his tongue, as he hovered even closer to Ursula's ear. "Cheeeeeeeeeeeeeerrrrrrrrrrryyyyyyyyyyy…?"

"BEETLEJUICE!" Ursula slammed her hand on the desk, spilling a spot of ink on her desk. "I thought I told you not to call me that!"

"Woah woah woah, watch the B word, Cherry. There are little kiddies reading this, you know." Betelgeuse held his hands up in defense, still grinning his misshapen teeth. Cleary, he was enjoying this touching little reunion.

"I don't know what you want from me, but whatever it is, I will have no part of it!" Ursula stomped her boot down, crossing her arms. "Besides, I thought you were banished from Luna Nova."

"What, did you really think that measly protection spell could repel such sexiness?" He posed like a supermodel, showing off his dusty black and white suit. Flashes of cameras were shining all over him, taking pictures.

"Some would say, otherwise." Ursula scolded, turning her back away from the Ghost with the Most, as the cameras vanished in a puff of green smoke.

"Hey, remember the time when we pranked your old Astronomy teacher, by pouring spiders down her pointed hat?" Beetlejuice paid her no attention, as he began to reminisce about the 'good ol' days,' hoping to cheer Ursula up. "Aww, those spiders were to die for!"

"I was sent to detention for a week, thanks to you." Ursula glared back at him, her hands still crossed.

""Jeez, what a party pooper." The poltergust hovered upside down. "You're no fun anymore, you know that Cher-, er, Chariot?" He said her name properly, as if he ate something foul tasting. "Seriously, Cherry fits so much better for you."

"It's Ursula Callistis now." She taps her foot, still giving Beetlejuice a death glare.

"Ew, sounds like a Disney villain." He raised an eyebrow. "Eh, you'll always be my little Cherry."

"Don't pretend like you don't know what you've done." Ursula growled, looking at Beetlejuice with a disgusted face.

"Aw, don't tell me you're still not mad about that Samhain Festival…" Beetlejuice boops her nose, floating away from her quickly. "That was like, a decade ago."

"You terrorised a bunch of students, and even scared Professor Birchworm to the brink of death!"

"Hey, it's not my fault she had a bad heart! If you ask me, she should've come with a warning, like a pack of cigarettes. Also, weren't you the one who summoned me here?"

Ursula said nothing to him.

"I… I was foolish back then." She sighed in defeat. "I didn't know what else to do."

"But look on the bright side," Beetlejuice pointed his two thumbs at himself. "You've got to meet the best of the best!" He pulls out a magazine from his jacket, called Betelgeuse Weekly. It showed a picture of Beetlejuice's smirking face on the front cover, with an article called 'The Best of the Best!' Ursula still looked at him, with such agitation.

"Leave. Now." She muttered to him, sounding threatening. It was then, when Beetlejuice yawned.

"Yeah, I prolly should," Beetlejuice hovered in the air, stretching his arms and legs. "Gotta make it back before Lydia finds out I'm gone." As he floated up to the window, he suddenly remembered. "Oh, right! Almost forgot!" He flew back to Ursula, as he pulled out a dirty business card. "If you ever feel like havin' fun with good ol' BJ, gimme a call!" Ursula, under protest, takes the card from him, and looks down to it. All it said was 'BETELGEUSE, BETELGEUSE, BETELGEUSE' on it, as Professor Ursula looked back to him, raising an eyebrow in suspicion.

""What are you planning?" She asked him, but he was already making his ascent to the observatory window, as the wind began to pick back up.

"SEE YA ROUND, CHERRY! LET ME KNOW IF YA WANT ME TO POP YA, SOMETIME!" Beetlejuice suggestively waved goodbye to the witch, as the window bursted open, the furious storm getting inside the room. "JUST SAY MY NAME THREEEEE TIIIIIIIIIIMES!" The green tornado began to circle around the prankster poltergust, as his hair flowed wildy. His cackling laughter echoed through the halls again, as the twister flew out of the window, blowing several feathers and parchment scraps around the room. Flashes of green lighting lit up the room, as the tornado suddenly vanished out of existence. The storm outside quickly dispersed, as the window slammed shut. A deathly quiet was present in the room, as Ursula still stared at the window, as the loose feathers slowly glided down to her feet.

She headed over to her desk, as she sat down, looking down at the card she was given. Beetlejuice is up to something, she thought to herself. And whatever it, he's not going to get away with it. She opens a small box and places the business card within it, closing it. She looks over to Alcor, as the white raven flies over to her shoulder, nuzzling her lovingly.

"Don't worry, Alcor." She pets her familiar, running her hand over his soft head, as Alcor nuzzled into her hand. "I'll make sure that's the last we'll see of… him." Alcor cawed at her softly, as he began to clean his wing. As Ursula brought him back to his perch, she took a look at the mess her uninvited guest made.

"Oh, dear…" She sighs in disappointment, as she begins to clean up the quills and rolls of parchment around her room.

Thus ends the fateful reunion between Chariot du Nord and The Ghost with the Most.

For now...


AN: For those wondering, the design for Beetlejuice in this fic is inspired by Nicole Rodriguez, or Shnikkles on Twitter. Give her a follow as she does amazing content, based on the Beetlejuice Musical.

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