A Very Twisted Journey

🌹First Day of School, Oh Boy🌹

"I'm all for following traditions and such, but there is such thing as being 'too much."

"I'm with Persian," Grim agreed.

Cater sighed. "Yeah, I'll admit. Riddle can be a bit well. . . . Extra, when it comes to rules."

'A bit?'

"You're telling me, but I gotta be honest. I don't have time for this ridiculous stuff. Do you know where Riddle is now? Is he here? I need to talk to him,"

"He might, but are ya really sure you'd want to do that? You don't happen to have an apology tart on ya right now, do you? Ya know, to replace the one you ate?"

"Um, no. I came here to apologize when I got here."

"What does a new tart have to do with it?" Lia asked.

"Ah, well, see, here's the deal. It's rule number 53, 'Stolen items must be replaced."

"This couldn't have been mentioned before?" Persian deadpanned.

"And since you don't have a new tart to compliance, I can't really let you guys in."

"Wait, what?!"

"Are you serious?!" Grim and Ace shouted.

"Yep! Sorry, but all dorm members must comply with the rules. If I just let ya slide in, it's going to be off of my head next! Sooo, I hate to say it, Ace. But I'm going to need you to leave now before Riddle catches ya. Thanks for your help, though. ~" Cater said, his expression making a complete one-eighty.

"Are. . . Are you kidding me?! G-guys! Do something!"

"What!? What do you expect us to do?!" Deuce jumped.

"Just, please help me out here! I can't use magic, remember?! Hurry before he,"

But it was too late; Cater already started to use his magic. "Gotta be quicker than that!"

In a blink of an eye, Cater practically beat the two before they could even make a move.

"What the?!/Pika?!"

"Did he use 'Double Team or something?! Cause I'm pretty sure they had him a few times!" Persian asked, bewildered and shocked at the same time.

"It's nothing personal, but rules are rules. ~"

In a split second, Cater had each of the parties tossed out of the garden (except Lia, who was kindly escorted out) right where they entered the dorm grounds.

"Sorry, fellas, ya can't come back till you have that tart the next time I see ya here. M'kay? Kay! Bye-Bye~!" Cater returned to the gardens as the gates slowly closed behind him.

"That was. . . . unexpected." Lia breathed, letting go of her breath, which she didn't know she was holding.

"Okay, seriously!? Was he for real?! He could've just asked us out instead of literally throwing us out!" Ace scorned, more so than he did that morning.

"Aragh, was he using some illusion magic or something? Cause the times we were able to hit him, he managed to bounce right back!" Deuce wondered.

"He must have been using some sort of trick to fool us or something." Grim thought.

"So, let me see if I got this right. We came all the way here to find out that we needed a replacement tart as an apology. But instead of telling us that first, that guy has us painting the stupid roses and then makes us 'dance with him like fools before throwing us out without any remorse!?"

"Pretty much, it made us look like a bunch of chumps, huh?" Grim huffed.

"Well, not like you didn't look like chumps before," Persian shrugged.