AN: Hello! This is the second chapter of Toby's little experiment. I'm doing my best to update as frequently as possible. Lo and behold, chapter 2!
Max decided not to render his friends to be benefited by Toby. Unfortunately, when he had reached the Sanctuary to spy on Toby's plan, the whole school was already there.
"Math is irrelevant to you younglings!", exclaimed Toby. He was so enthusiastic and convincing that even the charges wooed in agreement.
"Let's head to the Director's office and convince her to replace Mathematics with Toby's desire, Courting class!", cheered a 4th year boy, possibly specializing in firecraft. With that having been said, the colossal crowd rampaged out of the Sanctuary and to Ms. Ritcher's office with our favorite smee (in his regular shape) being carried by a girl in the sixth year.
Max was flabbergasted when he saw even some charges running swiftly after their stewards, joining them in the miniature revolt. Max was dumbfounded, thinking that all that was impossible. However, something had struck his brain. Toby must've ventured into The Archives and brought back some magic with him.
Having remembering Toby earlier that day as a shedu, he zipped through the crowd, possibly Amplifying, to inform the Director of his usag. Fortunately, he reached Richter's office before Toby's many fans did. Unfortunately, when he opened the door, Ms. Richter was reading a contract.
"I, Gabrielle Richter approve of Sir Olaf's decision of starting a new class, Courting, in place of Mathematics.", she read aloud, signing at the bottom. As horrified as Max seemed, he was actually elated on the inside, having Mathematics gone.
"Umm, Ms. Richter, is that official?", inquired Max.
"Hmm? What are you walking–ah, no—talking about, Max?"
"The contract you just signed, have you really removed Mathematics?"
"What contract? I must've been in a trance. Oh dea–"
Ms. Richter was then cut off by the incorrigible mob of students outside her office. She then stood up, with a puzzled look on her face and went out her office.
"What is going on?", she demanded.
Suddenly the rambunctious crowd dimmed, as Max elaborated as much as he could recall.
The Director sighed at Max's explanation, "Courting…shall be a subject, but Mathematics shall still be a part of the curriculum."
The crowd wailed and groaned at her last statement, but some still seemed overjoyed by her first. Toby, on the other hand, was nowhere to be found. However, Max felt a piece of paper drop on his head, and written on it was a note that said:
Hello, Max! Thank you for the fans! I'm here in the classroom, preparing. You get to be in my first class. How exciting!
Sincerely,
Sir Olaf
AN: I hoped you enjoyed this fic! Please give suggestions on how you would prefer his classes being conducted through a review. As much as possible, I'd like s'mores, not flames nor marshmallows. Thank you!