Completed Do you want to read my Magical Diary?

33 - I'm surrounded by Primitives

Right, here's the result of the votes...


Hence this is the schedule for this week.




Later...

Don't you have something for me?
Yeah, yeah. Happy birthday, you goof.

She hands him a box, he opens it immediately.

...socks. Again?
Yeah, but this time they're yellow.
Thanks, I guess.

Pity I didn't know, would've bought him something. Donald pocket the socks and walks away, they never really noticed me.

Happy Birthday, Donald.

Next day.

When I arrive at the Green Magic classroom, I find Professor Potsdam standing by the chalkboard.


Today you're going to learn about Green Magic - the magic of life. This is a very important skill for any witch or wizard to have, especially when you get to be a certain age.

Ah, healing spells. Are they really going to put us in a life endangering situation during the dungeon exams?

Your body is a garden to be cared for. With proper tending, it could last you for centuries. Slowly, carefully, you must encourage your subjects to grow in the direction you prefer. Be patient, and the rosevines will lose their thorns and twine around you.

One of the students makes a scoffing noise.



Like Viagra?

Why would you want to do that?
Because you don't like the life in front of you.
Well, if that's your plan, I can look forward to working with you for a very long time. Life has its flow. You can change it, but the harder you push, the more energy you'll need. To cause a great change in an instant takes immense power. So you'd better get started.

The lesson begins.



Class is over, time to head back to the dorms. Oh, hello Ellen!


I've never done anything like it. It should be interesting to see. Or simply feel, I guess.
Are you going to ask anyone?

Huh?

Well, Virginia said it wasn't that kind of dance.

Besides, I've got no one to bring along with.

Yes, but that means it's easier... it's not like a real date, so...

Oh, here we go again.

It wouldn't be the same kind of pressure, if someone asked you, right? You could say it was, like, a friend thing?


She's so easy to read.

You gonna ask William?
Um...
Ha.
I thought... because of being wildseed and not knowing the dance...
Good luck, Ellen!

It's not a bad idea, if she can keep from being nervous long enough to do it.

Next day's class was productive.



Pretty helpful on those days when I'm feeling unwell, I guess. Time to get ready for the Dark Dance.



Even in the halls, the lights have been turned off, leaving only moonlight and the faint blue glow of magic to navigate by. Somewhere in the distance, the sound of drums forms an awakened heartbeat.

I don't like this. This isn't right.



Pine sap, evergreen, the scent is strong and sweet.
The fragile crunch of dead leaves can be felt underfoot.
Swirling breezes drifting hot and col, autumn mixed with smoke.
Murmurs and laughter from unseen lips all blending together.

And under it all, music. Not as loud as it was at the junior high dance at my old school, where the only way to hear the tune was to stand outside the building. Just music, all around me. Is this how wizards throw a party? In complete darkness where I can't really see the people around me? Their presence only registers through sound and shadows, they dance. I reluctantly join in the dance as well. Not too fast. I've to focus on my surroundings so I don't bump into someone else. This is very, very silly and awkward.

No one can see me - I can't even see myself - and the music goes on and on, looping into and over itself without ever reaching an end, playing tricks with my sense of time. It feels... magical?

Are there really spirits dancing here with us? I... I have no reason to disbelief that, but I'm not that easily convinced either. I... I want proof. Should I?

I knew that, but...

Can I handle the truth?

 

Do eet!

 

Bring Emperors light to these tzeenetch worshipers and reveal the true nature, what the mutant, the witch, the heretic really worships.

 

Cast Spirit Sight

 

Don't be rude. Proper etiquette must be maintained

 

You don't fock with Oberon's kingdom. Be a lady and behave. Don't cast the spell.

 

Cast the spell! We didn't go to those classes for nothing.

 

Cast ON!

 

Yes, fuck traditions. Let's take a peek at the Dark Ritual.

 

Don't cast.

EDIT: Too late?

 

Cast spirit light! There's a chance the fairies will get butthurt and will give you a fate worse than death. IF that happens you can end this lp and continue Elodie's adventures.

 

34 - I see.



"Do eeeet."
"Don't do it."
"Is it too late?"

Voices battled it out in my head. Some advising caution, the others demand I sate their curiosity. The latter won out. Nervously, my fingers began to start the incantation for the spell. I might not get another chance like this again.Reveal thyself, spirits!





It's..


"You've made a very BAD mistake, RK47," my inner voice speaks out. Deep down, I know it's the truth.

What the-


They've failed you, again. Fu fu fu...

His unnatural, mocking chuckle sends a chill down my spine.



Hnnnngghhhhh!



Sometimes experience is the best teacher.
She could have been killed!

Killed? Me? I try to get up, but it's so difficult. I..what happened to me?

You are always welcome to teach the White Magic course yourself, Hieronymous.

And just like that, the fires of rage behind his eyes snap to tight little pinpricks.

So help me, Petunia, if you insult me like that again I will leave this establishment, notice or no notice.
My apologies. I only wish the best-
You wish to meddle. As you always do.

I think I should speak up now.

Wh-what happened?
Ah, Miss 47. Did it ever occur to you, within the muddled workings of your toy plastic brain, that this event is called the Dark Dance for a reason?

Professor Potsdam takes my hand and helps me to my feet.

The original Dark Dance was created so that the Jogao could take part in local celebrations without being seen by people who might exploit them. Since you tried to spy on them, they punished you.
Ah.

I just nod dumbly. I don't really have a damn clue. This whole magic thing... I might've disrespected it a bit, but really, I'm new. And they could've warned me before hand. What is the harm of seeing spirits? I just don't-

But you weren't tied to a formal contract, and you weren't trying to capture them, so they only stunned you.

Formal contract? Capture? This is too much to take.

Which leaves the punishment in my hands. Ten demerits for your foolishness. And detention on Saturday.
Yes, sir.
But we're glad to see that you're all right.
Speak for yourself.

He wraps his cape around himself, and vanishes into the darkness.

He does mean well, you know. Angering creatures from the Otherworld can be extremely dangerous. Not the ones here at the dance. I wouldn't allow any guests that dangerous to attend, of course.

This whole magical college thing is a little over the top to be honest. Non-dangerous, my ass. The ones who are completely new to the witch business are left to their own devices and weren't even told what the whole ritual is about. It's the fault of terrible event management. I refuse to take the blame for this bullshit.



Yeah, you keep saying those words, it'll help my butthurt.

I see.
It's too bad about Saturday's detention, but at least you'll have tomorrow off! It wouldn't be a good idea for you to return to the dance now. Off to bed with you, then.

She smiles and walks away. Well... at least now I know that there really are spirits here. Was it worth it?

The next day...

Classes are canceled on Friday, so we get to sleep in and let out some stress. After lunch, we all come back to the room to relax. At least, Virginia and I do. Ellen sits at her desk and pulls a large book off the shelf, but lays it down, closed, in front of her and sighs.


Nothing. Just... the dance.
Did you get detention too?
What? No!
RK? What happened to you?
I used spirit vision. The spirits didn't like that.
Ooooohh.
You could've warned me.
I didn't know! I've never tried. But what happened to you, Ellen?

If it wasn't detention then it must be-

Oh! Did you-

- wait a sec. Does Virginia know about Ellen and William? Does Ellen care if she does?

Did she what? Hmmm. Did Ellen have a date?



Oh shit.

Whoa. I'm sorry! Are you okay? What happened?

She scrubs her face and sniffs, trying to push the wetness back into her eyes and failing.

Nothing.
Um... That doesn't look like nothing.
Nothing happened. Nothing will ever happen. He said... because of you...
Wait, what? Me?

What? William really has feelings for Virginia? WINcest?!

Because I'm your roommate, so it's like I'm his sister too!

Must. Not. Laugh.

Sis... you... you like Donald?!

Ah gawd. I can't take this. I smack her on the arm.

No you idiot! William!
Oh. I thought he swore off girls after Angela...
He...he went out with her?
Who's Angela?
Butterfly Hall. Huge bitch. Which is why they broke up.
Wow.
Look... Ellen... I'm not good at sensitive stuff, but I know my brother wouldn't want to hurt you...
I didn't say he did.
Well, I just mean... I want to make you feel better?
I'm fine.

Virginia sighs. She glances at me giving a coded SOS through eye contact. Shit, now I understand how Javik feels in the Normandy.

 

Who's up for ice cream? I'm totally up for ice cream! Let's change the subject away from retarded biowarian writing!

 

Pssst. You should post in interweb about it. Who knows a forum can help you with your relationship problem.

 

Change the subject.... I guess.

 

Your avatar hasn't equipped glasses yet, RK47

 

Meh, confronting the issue head on is the only way. No beating about the bush.

Ask about William.

 

Keep pushing!!! Ask her about it.

Meh It was worth it seeing those spirit fags now that we have this experience under our belt maybe we can make a contract with them.

 

Change the subject. Let the fangirl be butthurt.