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“This year’s first Night Raven College Parent Teacher Association meeting is now in order!” Crowley commanded.
The staff members and parents were all present and attentive.
"First of all," Crowley started. "I'd like to welcome our new members: Dira Spade, Red Trappola, and Sarah Kasaitora."
The three of them smiled at the others.
"Now then," Crowley continued. "Our first order of business is to discuss how the first week of classes went for our teachers."
“Classes went as expected,” Trein reported. “Though one of the students appears to be more challenging to keep in line than the others.” He glanced at Sarah.
Oh fuck, she thought. That fucking tard is already acting out. But she couldn’t express this out loud, so she decided she’ll yell at that dumbass later.
“But they seem to have an exceptional memory when they settle down and pay attention. And besides, their potential and willingness to learn and grow outweighs their—”
Sarah nonetheless raised her hand.
“Yes, Sarah?” Crowley asked, turning his head to look at her.
“On the topic of problem children, are you sure this place is a good fit for my daughter? She is autistic and doesn’t have the basic motor skills to function.”
Some of the other parents and teachers raised their eyebrows.
“Your kid’s doin’ just fine in my class,” Vargas informed her. “They’re one of the most athletic out of the first years and is a beast on the Magift field from what I’ve seen.”
Crewel nodded. “Although they are hard to keep in line, as Trein put it, they catch on quickly.”
Sarah kept glancing at Crewel, definitely thinking he was hot.
“Anyways,” Crowley said, clearing his throat. “Let’s move on and discuss our first event of the year: The Interschool Magical Shift Tournament.”
Meanwhile, Sarah’s child, Jordan Kasaitora was heading back to Savanaclaw for their afternoon Magic Shift practice when they sensed someone was following them.
They sniffed the air, trying to use their heightened senses to their advantage.
The feeling of being watched subsided when they didn’t sense anything after that and shrugged it off.
“I guess I’m not being watched after all…”
“Watched by who~?” A voice spoke out of seemingly thin air.
“Kya!” Jordan immediately bounced on their tail and landed in a defensive fighting position, their claws out and extended in front of them when they saw Rook reveal himself. “Who the fuck are you?!”
Rook started walking towards them, unafraid.
“Do not be alarmed my dear, I am no threat to you.”
Jordan didn’t buy it one bit and tried to claw at him, only for him to disarm them immediately.
Rook grabbed both their wrists and pulled them closer to him.
“Not yet at least~”
Using their tail as momentum, they sprang free from his grip and backflipped to gain distance.
“Que c’est magnifique,” Rook blushed, muttering under his breath.
“Whattaya want from me anyways?” Jordan asked him, retracting their claws.
Rook smiled. “Well, I’ve been observing you for some time and I wanted to get the chance to say hello.”
Jordan’s eyes widened. “You what?”
Rook took one step closer to them.
“You are quite the beauty, Beau Tigre~ And your fur looks so soft and fluffy! May I pet your ears?”
Leona happened to be walking past the two of them at the moment.
“If you can stop flirting with the damn fireball and fuck off that’d be a great alternative right now.”
“Ah, it’s wonderful to see you again Roi du Leon—”
“Cut the crap!” Leona stopped dead in his tracks. “I don’t care who else you decide to creep on from my dorm but Kasaitora is off-limits!”
Leona turned to Jordan. “Now come on, squirt. Practice is about to start.”
“R-Right!”
And off the two went, leaving Rook in the dust.
He smirked mischievously.