Picking On The Nerds pv Cecilia, Milica

The entire lesson had been, for lack of better words, boring. What did she care about the History of Magic? What's in the past should be left in the past. Besides, it would be easier to pay attention if the Professor was more interesting. He just seemed.. cold. And weak, at least physically.

Boredom must've shown on her face, because the Professor told her to see him after class out of nowhere. She honestly couldn't imagine why. What did she even do? Her roommate, sure, it didn't surprise her that she would be acting up. But her? Milica did not know how to respond to this, so she supposed giving the Professor a death glare throughout the rest of the lesson would suffice.

When class was over, she noticed Professor Break trying to move the desks aside in order to make space in the middle. "What the hell is this about..", Milica whispered to Cecilia harshly, accidentally redirecting her anger at her poor roommate. "Did you get us into this?".

Before soon, it was clear that this detention became a 'du-tention'. Milica rolled her eyes as the Professor wrote this down on the chalkboard. Du-tention, really? How original. He wrote down instructions on the board, but Milica was not having it.

"This is such bullshit", Milica scorned before walking to the end of the room, not greeting the Professor. Making a disgusted face, Milica took her wand out before following up on her earlier comment. "Well then Cecilia, it seems we must listen to Professor Elmo Blech".

Action: As sent

Information Mentions: @Cecilia Merrick @Elmo Break Stats: sta ◦ 4 | eva ◦ 7 | str ◦ 8 | wis ◦ 2 | arc ◦ 1 | acc ◦ 8 Abilities: Dhampir (year 1) Notes: You're cruel

=chibi made by @Eunaria Kabukimono

He stared at the two nerds in his class. One looked like she was frailer than a squawking chicken running for their lives, the other just looked outright dreadful. This match was going to go so well and in his favor. He could tell already. Elmo just sat down at the edge of his desk and demanded for them to start, and shortly afterwards, he watched Cecilia, the squawking chicken, bust out a dance, a bodacious move that all MJ fans seemed to know step by step, the dance from Thriller Night.

How drab.

He wanted to liven that up but the girl was about as motivated as a defunct train, at least based on his perspective of her attitude. He reached behind him as the dancing girl cast Incendio on the dreadful girl, Milica. Medusa, that should've been her name. Made him feel stone cold disgusted with her lack of excitement for duelling and for this class. How horrible.

She was hit with the flame while Elmo grabbed a jar of moonshine, unscrewed the cap and met the mouth to his lips and took a quick swig, not enough to make him feel anything, but enough to parch his drying throat. "Horrible. Go again." He demanded outright but with a more repulsive tone. "If you fail to hit hard, you will fail my class, no if ands or buts." He whispered low.

In the beginning, she actually believed her when Cecilia said Professor Blech must've used legilimency. She herself couldn't think of another possible reason why the two deserved detention. It was also quite amusing when Cecilia followed up on her play on his name, making up an ever funnier one herself. Why the Professor had no response to it, she had no idea. He was like a psychopath, uncaring and loving chaos.

Once her roommate took out her wand, Milica's grin disappeared. It was for real now, the two were actually dueling. Her first duel ever. In truth, Milica knew she stood no chance against Cecilia. While her roommate was raised around magic in a pureblooded household, Milica actually learned her first magical spell only last month. Besides, she had quickly noticed that her magical talent was lacking, to say the least. This was an issue she hoped would fix itself, but she was pessimistic about it. One couldn't just obtain talent, they are born with it.

Still, practice makes perfect. Seeing the effects of the spell she cast, Tarantellegra, cheered her up slightly. At least the spell worked, even though it didn't seem to have much effect. Her roommate dancing around the room was a fun thing to see though. If only she had a camera, she would've loved to film this. This would've been the perfect way to shut her up if she was being annoying again. Missed chances aside, Milica wasn't sure whether she actually wanted to hurt her roommate. Sure, she didn't want to lose, but she was finally making her first friend who's not her parent or her pet. This duel wouldn't ruin that friendship, right?

Her thoughts turned around 180 degrees once Milica found herself on the receiving end of a mighty Incendio spell. She actually started rethinking the entire situation. What if her roommate set this up on purpose? Wanted to make some sort of an example of her? She must've somehow figured out that she lacked some magical talent, and somehow gotten the psychopathic drunkard professor into it. Legilimency, my ***.

Thanks to this realization, Milica's demeanor changed. Where she first came off as angry and confused, a calm but fierce piercing glare now showed on her face. She would show Cecilia that she would not easily be messed with.

Well, she would, but it was clear that she was fighting a losing battle. The best way to cope with this feeling of losing was immediately obvious to her. Project her anger towards Professor Blech. "You know what, Professor?" Milica started saying in a calm yet unsettling manner, "You're not just boring and weak, you're also a foolish drunk," she finished darkly, anger clearly present. "One day I'll get you back for this, I promise."

Action: As sent

Information Mentions: @Cecilia Merrick @Elmo Break Stats: sta ◦ 4 | eva ◦ 7 | str ◦ 8 | wis ◦ 2 | arc ◦ 1 | acc ◦ 8 Abilities: Dhampir (year 1) Notes: You're still cruel

=chibi made by @Eunaria Kabukimono

Elmo stared at the two girls. The pipsqueaks. Weird. Grimy. Horrendous. That must be why they were in his class. Weirdos stick together or something like that. No, he knew why they were truly there, they didn’t have another History of Magic professor in his place, to teach the same class that he was not actually teaching in a comprehensive manner.

Oh well. He took another swig. This man seemingly could not have enough swigs. Medusa was able to aim her spell quite accurately, at least according to this old-young man’s eyes that had enough resentment in his life, only to be piled on with more from these girls.

Now, he thought about it, and every time he had to watch someone pathetically try to run away or dodge from an incoming spell, he would take a swig and boy would he not be as drunk as he wanted to be.

People seemed to be much too brave, too willing to take strikes and suffer from pain while the few that do dodge only choose not to attack out of fear of hurting others.

Weak.

Elmo knew this was weak. Man up and take the pain like a sledgehammer to a nail.

The man, not red and furry nor with an orange nose and huge eyes, just stared at the pathetic insult from the mouth of the black-haired girl who landed quite a fantastic shot against her counterpart.

He looked over at the rotting message and just lifted his hand and did the yapping gesture, with his four fingers coming down on his thumb like a mouth yapping.

He got up, walked up to Cecilia’s face and crouched down. He looked her in the eye and made a little snapping movement with his finger, and she would find herself flying backwards, but it wasn’t as bad as Elmo could’ve done normally, no. There was some form of resistance, and Elmo wasn’t sure how she did so. He was planning on knocking her out for the sake of giving Medusa some confidence in herself.

"Oh... how terrifying. Two little witches swearing vengenance while I finish my drink?" He stood up and turned back towards his desk, sitting on the corner and crossing one of his legs over the other. "Should I be.. terrified?" He grinned, his teeth unwelcoming, his breath identical to his teeth.. repulsive.