The first to step forward was a tanned young man with delicate features and a warm smile. His dark wavy hair shimmered faintly in the evening light, and his eyes sparkled with the kind of mischief reserved for someone who always had a story to tell.
“Hello, I’m Liora Scheh,” he introduced himself, bowing slightly. “Lorecraft teacher. My Resonance is with Scheherazade." His hazel eyes sparkled as he added, "I hope to make every student feel like the protagonist of their own tale."
His gaze flicked briefly to Solon, and for a split second, their eyes met, an unspoken understanding passing between them that seemed to linger. You noticed it but didn’t have time to ponder as another figure stepped forward.
“I’m Neige Snowveil,” the next person said, his voice soft yet clear. He looked like a fairytale prince come to life, with skin so pale it was almost luminous, lips as red as rubies, and short, jet-black hair. “I teach Alchemy and Potion. My Resonance is with Snow White.” He smiled gently, a calming presence in the midst of the introductions.
Then came a large, muscular man with a booming voice. He had two twitching wofl ears on the head and a wolf tail swung in annoyance behind him.
“Garrick Wolfin,” he announced, standing tall with his arms crossed. His rugged demeanor was offset by a sharp toothy grin. “Most students call me Coach Grizz. I’m the PE teacher, Resonance with the Big Bad Wolf—the Three Little Pigs version, mind you. But I don’t huff and puff houses, nor eat the students.” He chuckled deeply, the sound echoing in the open space.
A figure with a greenish hue and amphibious features stepped forward next, his long, webbed ears twitching slightly. His hands were webbed, and a slender tail with a fin at it’s tip Swept at the ground behind.
“I’m Merrick Tideborn,” he said, his voice rich and resonant. “I teach Aquatic Mastery. I’m a merman—frog type… more of a lakeman, really. My Resonance is with the Frog Prince.” He offered a toothy grin. “Pleased to meet you.”
Lastly, a human man stepped forward with a rat perched on his shoulder. His strawberry-blond hair was tied back in a loose braid, and his laughing eyes twinkled. “Percival Trinket, school shopkeeper at your service.” He tipped an imaginary hat. “Students, staff, anyone can find anything they need in my shop. My Resonance? Pied Piper of Hamelin.”
With introductions complete, the teachers turned their attention to the crumbling house. Neige was the first to act, stepping onto the broken porch.
“MC, right?” he said, addressing you with a gentle smile. “Watch this.”
He raised his right hand, revealing his Artefact Sigil—a glowing apple. With a graceful movement, the Sigil flared to life, its light cascading through his fingers. A soft hum filled the air as tendrils of magic unfurled from his fingertips, wrapping around the porch like delicate ribbons of energy. The decayed wood shimmered under the spell, its surface smoothing and mending as cracks vanished and splinters knitted back together. Within moments, the entire structure gleamed as though newly built, its polished surface catching the sunlight.
Neige turned to you with a warm smile. “See? Fixing this place will be a breeze !”
Rustan, standing nearby, crossed his arms and nodded. “Might even have some space out here for a garden,” he said. “If you’re interested, I can help clear part of the yard. Maybe grow some flowers or veggies.”
The staff began to cast spells, each taking a section of the dilapidated building.
Liora moved to the front of the house, his Artefact Sigil glowing softly in his hand. With a calm, fluid motion, magic surged outward and swept across the walls. Deep cracks sealed themselves, and missing bricks reformed seamlessly as golden energy moved in precise lines over the surface, repairing it with efficiency and grace.
Merrick took his position near the side. A single motion of his hand sent magic coursing along the grime-covered walls. Layers of dirt and neglect peeled away, revealing the original vibrant colors of the structure beneath. The restored sections gleamed clean, as though they had never aged.
Coach Grizz stepped forward, rolling his shoulders before extending his hand. His Artefact Sigil glowed with a steady light, and with a simple gesture, massive beams lifted into the air. The timbers aligned themselves perfectly, slotting into place with a satisfying thud. The coach’s magic handled the weight and precision effortlessly, adding strength to the repaired structure.
Percival focused on the finishing touches. With a flick of his fingers, small details began to appear: delicate gilded edges along the window frames and charming patterns subtly etched into the wooden railings. The final touch was a smaller carved trap above the front door, like a smaller door just for Fibble.
Fibble, perched on your shoulder, muttered dryly, "This really is starting to look like a renovation show. If this turns into a reality spin-off, I’m not signing any contracts."
The repairs took time, with each teacher’s magic blending seamlessly into the next. By the end, the house stood proud—a Victorian masterpiece with a freshly repaired garden to match.
Solon clapped you on the shoulder. "Come on, let’s take a look inside."
Inside, the house was... empty. Starkly so. The once vibrant interior had been stripped bare, leaving behind only echoes of what it could become.
Solon took a step forward, his Artefact Sigil glimmering faintly at his wrist.
"We’ll make this place livable again," he said with a small smile, glancing at you. "Percival, why don’t you handle the furnishing? Put it all on my tab."
Percival’s eyes lit up as he smirked.
"You’ve got it, boss. Furniture, decorations, food—you name it." He turned to you with a playful wink. "Don’t hold back on the requests. First order’s on Solon."
"Just the necessities," Solon interjected firmly, placing a hand gently on your head. His fingers ruffled your hair briefly before he pulled back.
The gesture was casual, almost paternal, but it didn’t go unnoticed. Liora’s hazel eyes lingered on the interaction for a fraction of a second longer than expected. His expression flickered—something between curiosity and approval—before a practiced smile slipped back into place.
"I’m sure it’ll be perfect," Liora added smoothly, his voice warm, though his gaze remained subtly focused on Solon.
Curious, you asked why there is a kitchen if there’s a cafeteria. It was an old house, made for a family, but would it really be useful now?
Merrick laughed heartily, his tail swishing. “Students are encouraged to cook if they can or want to. All dorms have kitchens. Most students prefer taking breakfast and dinner at their dorms or snacks from Percival’s shop. The cafeteria’s mainly for lunch.”
The conversation was interrupted by Garrick’s gruff voice. "So, what’re we doing about the magicless student?" He gestured at you, his eyes sharp and expectant.
Solon’s tone didn’t waver. "They’ll follow classes like everyone else, minus the magical aspects."
Fibble interjected with a snide chuckle. "Magicless? Speak for yourself !" He puffed out his small chest, wings twitching. "I can do magic. No Artefact Sigil, sure, but who needs Resonance?"
He shot you a sideways glance, smirking.
"I’ll handle the magic part. We’ll be one student at two."
Solon clapped his hands together, a small, satisfied smile playing on his lips.
"Perfect. It’s settled, then. Percival, makes sure to get them at least a bed before night. MC, Fibble, you will be in class 1-A. I will bring you the schedule tomorrow morning."
Fibble rolled his eyes, muttering under his breath as the others began to disperse. "Two minds, one headache. This should be fun."
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