The Missing Goetia

A Class Escape

~Laboratory~

Crewel: "Ah. You must be my new homeroom students. Hm, that's quite the unusual coat of fur. Do make sure that you arrive properly groomed. My name is Divus Crewel. You may call me Master Crewel. Now, take your seats. Class is about to begin. We're going to start with the basics. And by that, I mean beating the names and distinguishing characteristics of one hundred herbs and poisons into your tiny brains. The mycelia are another matter. But eventually, I'm hopeful you'll be able to take a walk without putting anything poisonous into your gaping maws. For now, I realize you have all the self-control of voracious hounds. But I will not abide a single student failing this class. Expect to be drilled accordingly."

Deuce: "Huh. So... does anyone know what a mycelia is?"

Y/n: "Mycelium plural mycelia, is a root-like structure of a fungus consisting of a mass of branching, thread-like hyphae. Its normal form is that of branched, slender, entangled, anastomosing, hyaline threads. Fungal colonies composed of mycelium are found in and on soil and many other substrates."

Ace: "I've never been one for like, memorizing what things are, ya know?"

Grim: "All I care about is how to tell the yummy plants from the yucky ones."

~Classroom~

Trein: "I am your History of Magic teacher, Mozus Trein. And this is my familiar, Lucius. You are here to learn the rich history of magic, and how it has sculpted the world which you now so easily take for granted."

Lucius: "Mrrrrooowww..."

Trein: "I grade based on classroom behavior as well as the quality of work. Don't let me catch you sleeping. Now, let us open our books to page fifteen. This section concerns the magestones discovered in the Dwarfs' Mine..."

Lucius: "Mrrrrooowww..."

Trien: "As knowledge and awareness of magical energy began to spread across the globe from this point, this year is considered Year One of the Magic Era."

Lucius: "Mrrrrooowww..." *yawn*

Ace: *yawn*

Deuce: "Fascinating... "Dwarfs' Mine"... Mhm, mhm... "magical energy"..."

Grim: "Maaan... When do we get to the classes where we blow stuff up with magic?"

~Field~

Vargas: "I'm Coach Vargas, and physically educating your feeble little bodies is my responsibility. Great sorcery begins with a great physique! Behold the muscles you can build with a diet of raw eggs! A great mage needs a great physical constitution! So gimme twenty laps, and a hundred push-ups!"

Y/n: "You can also get Salmonella."

Ace: "Bleah. The forced exercise is bad enough, but meatheads like this guy drive me nuts."

Deuce: "Finally! A subject I'm good at!"

Grim: "Explain to me the appeal of runnin' around in circles! Do I look like a hamster?"

~Hallway~

Deuce: "Let's see, our next class is..."

Ace: "This so-called magic academy feels a lot like a lame, ordinary school. It's not exactly what I expected, but at least this collar won't be much of a problem after all. You with me on that, Grim? ...Hm?"

Y/n: "I swear."

Deuce: "Oh! Look out the window! I just saw a ball of fur running across the yard!"

~Courtyard~

Grim: "No way am I puttin' up with this boring routine day in and day out. I'm Grim, Sorcerer Prodigy, and I don't need no one to teach me how to blow stuff up!"

Y/n: "FUCK!"

Deuce: "Boy, that guy is not a fast learner."

Ace: "Not a good look to lose your only student on your first day as prefect. Want help catching him?"

Y/n: "No."

Ace: "I do love the chocolate croissants at the co-op."

Deuce: "I'd do it for an iced latte at the cafeteria."

Y/n: "Grrr...."

Ace: "Grim's getting away... Do we have a deal, or what?"

Y/n: "Fuck off to Hell. Last time i asked for your help you ended up breaking a chandiler."

Y/n flips them off before running to the courtyard.