Magical Teacher Professor Landry! - Chapter 1: Just a Normal School

[krogothwolf]

Dean waited till most of the others had left before he decided to get up and head out. Man what a weird class this was going to be. The teacher is pretty bizarre, the groups she assigned them were questionable. I mean, partnering him with Jay seemed silly. Hopefully the thing didn't blow up on him, he really didn't need to fail this class.

He left class and walked past those from the class still lingering. He didn't feel the need to talk to anyone right now, he had somewhere else far more important to be. He kept heading down the hallway towards building Z at a normal pace looking for room 018. He knew it was in the basement but always forgot which direction it was in. He'd probably be scolded by his old master for forgetting little things like that.

"Ah, thar it is!" Dean remarked quietly as he found the room again. He knocked on the door first before opening it up.

"Axcuse me?" he asked as he entered the room, "I was wunderin if I could take wee filia out fer a walk?"

[Overcast]

And like that class was over. He left out the door and opened up his cell phone to record the duel time, planning on coming around with a baseball bat to back up his new favorite teacher. Though that might not actually be the correct thing for him to do altogether he was going to do it anyway just because to him it seemed an absolute neccesity.

Also on the phone was a text message, the calm face of Allen Clark next to it with the label reminder tied to it,

"John said you're a bit of a space so I wanted to remind you that there is Choir practive today at 2. Building V, room 108. I'll see you there bud.
PS: Worth it to drop by 101 afterward. Drama club is always up to something."

Well that was nice of him, because he wasn't going to lie he was more than a little bit out of it from time to time, and he had completely forgot about the choir thing today. So he took off running, not late this time but just enjoying the habit now, on his way to the choir room, to sing songs about god knew what and expand that vocal range to something beautiful.

[Girasol of Chaos]

It was late. Very late.

Shin didn't care much for being on time. Why would school be more important than sleep anyways? Her parents had insisted though, and having nothing better to do she complied. Sporting her favorite outfit, the teenaged ogre wandered the school in search of her homeroom class.

Her writing could have been mistaken as cuneiform, and as such was rather unreliable for directions. She stumbled through the hallways, musing over which individuals she could overpower. It was most of them, in her mind. Brushing some stray onyx strands out of the way Shin came to a sudden halt, nearly running into some punk with a baseball hat leaving class. He was on his cell phone not paying attention, causing Shin to snort quietly in annoyance.


Satisfied with the quiet threat, the oni held up the paper and stood at the door, checking the room number. Q-111, her eyes did not decieve her. But students were leaving class? It couldn't have been the end of the day already. Having no watch on her, Shin shugged.


Shouldering the door aside Shin stepped into the room to find it almost empty and rather dark. There was a desk with some short, angry guy and an auburn haired-woman, almost slouching in her seat. Likely the professor. There were some stragglers leaving class still, but she paid them no mind. They weren't important for the time being. There was another student asking about a bird...there was a bird on the desk. The oni counted the corvid's legs before deeming it unimportant as well.


Not caring to waste her time, her footsteps carried her to the edge of the desk and her throat cleared. "Would you happen to be...", her eyes squinted at the chicken scratch on the paper "...Professor Laundry?" A raised eyebrow punctuated her face of confusion.

[DanteFalcon]

Andy let out a sigh of relief as the class ended. Man that was a stupid class. This was gonna be a long year if she insisted on lecturing about Love and Fightiology all year round. And it seemed he had a little time to burn as it currently stood.

He watched as the class milled about, some leaving, some lingering and others looking as lost as most kids their age were. He stood and walked out, going to get some lunch at the cafeteria and sitting alone, dealing out a hand of Solitaire and eating absentmindedly as he passed the time.

[Arhra]

"Boy."

Jinn found someone waiting around past a corner, dark eyes turning on him when he appeared. The hoodie clad pale girl had her hands on her hips, her head raised proudly and her face was lit with satisfaction.

How had Jo Imirsdotter gotten ahead of him?

"I keep thinking Jean but that doesn't seem right." she said to the tanned teenager with a shrug. "Anyway, I'm Jo."

She approached, looking at him appraisingly. "Are you doing anything right now?"

* * *

In the classroom, Jo packed away her books and waited at her for the press at the door to ease. Staring thoughtfully off into nothing in particular, she leaned forward on her elbows, popping another ice sweet into her mouth.

Resolved, she walked down to the front and waited in queue with the brave or foolish few who had stayed around to ask questions.

Hers was a simple one - what to bring to the Field of Honour.

[Menarker]

Jinn was minorly surprised as he was accosted by a classmate around the corner. He gave a dull stare toward the pale lean girl as if evaluating her appearance could possibly reveal to him valuable insight into her persona. That is, if he bothered to do more than minimal effort. His posture was slightly bent with one hand lazily sheathed in his pocket as he regarded Jo with an uninterested .

"It's Jinn. But it doesn't really matter. Jo, what is it that you want? There is someone I have to talk to soon, but I might be able to give you a minute or two if you can make it quick."

He tried oh-so-hard to hide the exasperation that her delay was causing him. In particular, he didn't care for the tremendous stir she made as she slapped a classmate and hopefully he wasn't her next target for some absurd reason. The day was already tedious enough already. Maybe if her request was simple, she'll leave him alone soon after.

[Teal Mage]

In Q-111

In the near-darkness of her classroom, Professor Landry crisply strode around the wooden cubic form of her desk and, without ceremony, took a seat in the wheeled leather chair at its back. It was difficult to read her expression in the light of the room, but her movements seemed all business as she withdrew a sheet of paper from her lab coat and smoothed it on her desk top.

"Professor," swathed in what was probably an unseasonably warm coat, Jackson Hall had appeared at the Professor's desk. "What the hell have you just gotten us into?"

"Detention." Professor Landry replied dismissively, picking up the Grim Reaper's fountain pen from her desk too. In the dim light of the room, she turned her gaze to the young wizard's eyes, and offered a cheerful smile. "Nothing you need to concern yourself with."

Before Jackson could reply, Dal lazily walked up beside the young man. "If you would, Miss Landry," the smartly dressed raven haired youth offered politely, "I believe I could take the poor crow for the rest of the day." He gestured mildly toward Feathers, who had spent the last little while hopping about Rebecca's desk, "I have a bit of an interest in...ornithology." Dal elaborated, seeming completely at ease, "I could have it back on its proverbial feet given the time to care for it."

The young man's sparkling eyes moved to the bird's beady black ones.

Feathers met his gaze unflinchingly. Then, gave a small nod.

"An excellent idea!" Professor Landry swiftly pulled a new sheet of paper from her desk and began to madly scribble words on it. "Take Feathers and this note to room Z-206 and give it to Director Selena Brooks; she'll assist you with all you need." Having covered the sheet of white paper in illegible swirls of blue text, Professor Landry added an equally stylized signature at the note's end. "But remember Dal," the woman added, setting the pen down and folding the note, "if anything should happen to Feathers, you'll be fully liable for all damages."

Smiling, Professor Landry handed the dark haired youth the note.

Then Jo joined the group at the desk! She asked what to bring to the field of Honour.

"Whatever you think you'll need to fight off heartbroken fangirls!" Professor Landry offered cheerfully, "Professor Shuyin's fan club may not take my pounding his pretty face into the pavement well - as my beloved students, it will be your duty to stop them from interfering." The auburn hair Professor paused thoughtfully, "I would also watch out for ninjas if I were you. I've heard terrible things lately about random ninja attacks-"

"Would you happen to be Professor Laundry?" A new - very muscular - girl asked from the door way.

"Close enough my dear!" Professor Landry had lept from her chair, and was now furiously shaking Shin's hand. "Welcome to my class, I'm so sorry that the lights are all out, you would be Shin Meguro, yes? I'll happily overlook your lateness this time - I am just so excited to see you showed up at all! Have you met Sean? He's half Japanese."

Professor Landry knew many things.

"But wherever are my manners!" Rebecca finally took a breath. "I am Professor Rebecca Landry, a specialist in Love and Fightiology. And you have Detention Tomorrow at 4:00 pm!" She smiled brightly, "Please wear a pair of expendable clothes. Now, what can I help you with?"


* * * * * *

In the Art Room

"Hello Rachel." Michael offered nervously, "I'm Michael." He might have been talking a little too fast to hide the fact that the girl intimidated him.

But, she didn't react.

Gradually, soft orange-gold began to fill the room as the Art Director made her way slowly along the wall. In her hand was a small lighter, the device's bright red plastic showing starkly against her pale skin as she laid it on the wicks of the wax candles, igniting them in soundless flames. Slowly, the room's polished wooden tile floor became more apparent; it looked like something out of a Medieval Ballroom.

The teacher had nearly reached the first corner in the room's wall when Michael spoke again.

"I've -" He grudgingly began, "- never painted before." Gritting his teeth, the slightly embarrassed youth continued, "How do I use a palette?"

Karen paused in her ministrations, before turning slowly toward Michael. Back-lit as she was, it was difficult to read her expression.

"Vhy, you just put a few drops of paint on zhe edges of zhe palette and-"

From behind, a girl's voice rose. "He wants you to show him how to mix paints." A strange hollowness and distance filled Rachel's voice, as if there was no emotion behind her words.

"Vachel," Karen sighed, shaking her head, "vatch have I said about doing zhat? It iz impolite, and makes your eyes glow." The club director crossed her arms, stance tightening, as she turned her attention toward the girl.

"Nix says everyone's eyes glow sometimes." Rachel replied distractedly, looking down at her doll. Holding her brush carefully away from the cloth toy, the artist stroked the doll's hair lovingly. "And you're glowing right now too." She continued, eyes on the toy. "You always glow; why can't I? Nix says I can, but every time I do..." Rachel's voice fell, through her lips kept moving. She seemed to be speaking with herself now.

The girl's eyes hadn't been glowing when she'd been talking.

Idly brushing a hand through her blond hair, Karen shook her head. "I'm sorry." The woman said, turning her attention back to Michael. "She vas vight, yes?" Without waiting for a response, Karen elegantly turned back toward the wall. Delicately, the club head lifted one of the candles, before gesturing toward the desk. "I had intended to show zhe tinting and shadowing demonstration zhis afternoon, vut," Holding the candle before herself, her warm smile was visible when she turned back toward Michael. "I see no problem in offering it twice."

"Come." Boots clicking sharply on the floor, the blond woman approached her desk. Setting the candle down, she selected the red paint, and lifted a palette. "You do not need much paint if you vant to, say make a pale purple. Still, zhis is not as simple as I vill make it seem..."

And so, Karen explained how to mix colors

While the doll watched.


* * * * * *

In Building Z

It was very easy to get lost in Amaranth High, especially when you weren't sure which direction the building you were looking for was located. For Dean, that meant his trip from Building Q to Building Z was a long and roundabout one. Luckily, he arrived in under an hour!

Then, went down into the basement.

And came face to face with the Art Teacher?

Standing a few paces from the now opened door to room Z - 018 was the pale skinned and blond haired figure of Karen Amsel. The woman's arms were crossed beneath her breasts, and her pale eyes were leveled with displeasure on the brown haired Scot. Despite the room being pitch black, she was still clearly visible.

That might have been because she was glowing and see-through.

"Axcuse me?" Dean asked, stepping into the chamber, "I was wunderin if I could take wee Filia out fer a walk?"

"I am afraid zhat is impossible at zhe moment Mr. Hunter." The ghostly Karen replied, stance of disapproval unchanged, "Zhe little dragon is securely locked in an Illusionary Vorld. As I explained to you vhen you arrived, only myself - zhe real me, not a holographic vatch dog - and Director Landyn have zhe clearance to release her."

"Now, if you vere to ask to visit zhe little beast, I suppose I could allow zhat." The holographic Art Director added, before shrugging, "Vill zhat be suitable? You can remain zhere for the remainder of zhe Homeroom Session."

Decisions!

[Astral Harmony]

Astarte had written down all she observed and everything she needed to know. She was a little disappointed. This whole duel between Professor Landry and Professor Shuyin sounded like a perfect event for a outdoor gathering, like a picnic.

It was now fifteen minutes before noon. Astarte cleaned up around her and headed out. First stop, Cooking Club!

"Isn't it kind of bizarre how we have Cooking Club during the lunch period?" Miam asked Astarte and Gorgeous. Astarte always thought that Miam had her own secrets. Miam is almost inexcuseably normal. Normal height, normal skin tone, normal everything. Damn it, what was she hiding?
"Eh, I'm cool with it," Astarte said. "The only difference between attending Cooking Club and just going to lunch is that in here, we make our own meals."
"I'm surprised you even bother to attend, Astarte. Your cooking is really good."
"Sure, when it's simple stuff. My parents were always pretty busy so I did some basic cooking on my own. Bacon and eggs, fried chicken, baked potatoes. Easy stuff, you know?"
"Easy? Man, I wish. I still can't get a TV dinner to taste good."
"That's probably because it's just a TV dinner. Those aren't exactly fine dining. Oh, we should remove the pie crust."

Gorgeous was put to work on whipping egg whites while Miam removed the pie crust. Astarte was hard at work whisking the lemon filling while paying careful attention to the cookbook. "But you know, we should probably not eat just this. I would hardly consider lemon meringue pie to be a balanced lunch."
"Which is why we've got the wonderful Gorgeous with us. Gorgeous, could I ask you to pick up some sandwiches from the cafeteria for us?"
"You need only but ask, my dear," Gorgeous purred, then danced out of the clubroom.
"That guy has really fallen for you at first sight." Miam whistled after Gorgeous exited.
"That's what I'm concerned about," Astarte said. "He's really nice and I like him, but I feel that he's latched on me a little too soon."
"You think he's overbearing? I can talk to him about it."
"No, nothing like that. I don't mind the attention. I guess I just feel like he should've taken some time with other girls before instantly settling on me."

The pie didn't turn out bad. "Could've used more sugar?"
"Yeah, but not much. It's still really good. You'll make an excellent wife."
Astarte changed the subject before her blush became noticable."By the way, Gorgeous. Did Professor Shuyin talk about the battle between him and Professor Landry tomorrow afternoon?"
"He was rather subdued about it," Gorgeous said. "Like it's something he does every week."
"I was thinking that it would be nice to have a picnic and watch the duel," Astarte suggested. "But from the way Professor Landry said it, it sounds like the fighting could extend to us students and result in a widespread bloodbath."
"Fear not, my lovely Astarte!" Gorgeous sang. "I would shield you from all attacks!"
"That's sweet, but Professor Landry is my teacher and Professor Shuyin is yours so-"

The bell rang. Astarte rose up with a pumped fist. "Right! Time to burn off that pie!"
Astarte, Miam and Gorgeous cleaned up quickly and Astarte was already gone.
"What on earth could have her so excited?" Gorgeous wondered.
"Wrestling Club," Miam grinned.

-----

It was a brisk jog from Building D where the Cooking Club was to Building G where the Wrestling Club was, and Astarte didn't waste much time changing. When she entered the club, Linda was already waiting for her.
"How are you doing, Linda? No...'displacements?'"
"None so far, Astarte, and I'm feelin' good! Ready to get it on?"
"You bet! Let's go!"

"Displacement" was their term for any body parts, internal or external, that fell away from Linda's body. Even though she had the body of a lively and beautiful young woman, Linda was still a zombie, and her body tended to lose a bit of its mass from time to time. Still, despite the danger of involuntarily dismemberment, Linda had a physically active life, and all of her clubs revolved around her joy of such activities. It worried Astarte a little.

They didn't spend very long in the Wrestling Club, just enough for Linda to humble Astarte several more times. Linda had raw power that helped her overcome a good number of the other members, Astarte included. Tired but exhilarated at the same time, Astarte and Linda continued to make small talk in the shower room. Astarte decided to invite Linda to observe the duel between Landry and Shuyin.
"I don't know if I'll be able to attend," Linda said. "But it sounds like a lot of fun, but I'm not in either of those homerooms."
"You may be right. Still, you should come and check it out if you have the opportunity."

-----

Astarte decided to attend Pottery Club next to bleed out all the adrenaline. Pottery wasn't about chatting with friends. It wasn't about physical activity or working as a team. It was just sit there, relax, and make something beautiful.

Well, not exactly beautiful in Astarte's case. Astarte had seen the pottery that her mother made, even had a few pieces which would fetch quite a lot of money, and just seeing those works of art made Astarte somewhat melancholy, despite her mother's encouraging words that it took her forever and a day to produce pottery that grand.

-----

Art Club was next, but time was growing short before Cheerleading Club. Gorgeous insisted on being Astarte's model nearly all of the time, which was any time that Astarte was supposed to sketch or paint something else.

"Gorgeous, I know you're doing the best you can as a model-"
"I would give nothing less than one-hundred percent for you, my dear!"
"But do you always have the pose without a shirt?"
"Only the best way to get my full definition!"
"And your pants are barely hanging on for dear life. Makes me wonder why you bother wearing them at all."
"Oh, you want me to remove my pants?"
Astarte was glad that her mummy wrappings hid her red face. "No, no, I'm cool."

-----

Cheerleading!

"So, do you want get together on some of the other days for personal practice?"
"Sounds good, Vanilla. Oh, I talked to Gorgeous about that duel Professor Landry is having with Professor Shuyin."
"What did he say?"
"A whole lot of not much. I guess Professor Shuyin was kinda hush-hush about it?"
"The professor's always kind of cool and collected about it. Me, not so much. It took all of my being just to keep from laughing until Professor Shuyin left to go deal with the noise going on next door."
Astarte nodded. "Our professor is pretty eccentric. I couldn't for the life of me figure out what she was going to do next. I think it's like her mind is full of various ideas, but she only has enough time to get the first idea out before she moves on to the next one. It's not bad, though. I know I'll never be bored in that class."

Once all the girls got changed, the practice started. Astarte and Vanilla were both pretty exhausted by the time it was over, not to mention many of the other girls. "Today's practice was kind of slow, don't you think?"
"Yeah. I always kind of though we were supposed to bounce around a lot and give the crowd quick glances at our panties through accidental upskirts."
"Seems like today's practice was more like exercise. My legs are pretty tired and I think they're going to be aching a lot tomorrow."
"You just don't get to use your legs very often, Vanilla. We can work on that in your room during this week, right?"
"Sure, it's a promise."

[Arhra]

Having approached Jinn, Jo found herself met with exasperation, dullness and disinterest. She glared at him, a frown on her face. Anger smouldered in her coal-black eyes but then they suddenly watered. She swung around suddenly so he couldn't see her face.

"Fine! I don't want your help, st-stupid!" she snapped over her shoulder.

Jo ran off.

* * *

Expendable clothes and the possibility of random ninja attack. Hmmm.

Jo looked very thoughtful as she wandered up the classroom's stairs. This could get messy. Maybe she should take some precautions.

She looked up and smiled, pushing those thoughts from her mind. Seating herself carefully on the back of the seat of the row before, she gave Sean a welcoming smile.

"We haven't properly spoken." Jo said, thrusting out one pale, cold hand to shake. "Jo Imirsdotter. I'll be your room-mate this term. Pleased to meetcha."

[Bard The 5th LW]

Sean decided he would just have to sit tight while the Professor spoke with the remaining students. He watched idly as Dal got a bird, the professor warned of ninja-attacks, and muscle-bound girl came in, being introduced by the professor as Shin.

"Have you met Sean? He's half Japanese."

To this Sean gave the girl a half-hearted wave from his desk. No reason in standing really, he wasn't leaving anytime soon. Apparently someone else decided to take a seat as well. Jo was her name? She was the one who volunteered to be in a group with him as well. May as well get to know her, she seemed nice enough.

"We haven't properly spoken." Jo said, thrusting out one pale, cold hand to shake. "Jo Imirsdotter. I'll be your room-mate this term. Pleased to meetcha."

"Good to meet you as well, I'm Sean Castevet," the lad introduced, sending out a similarly pale and cold palm. He took notice that the handshake was indeed quite chilling in the most literal sense, not that it bothered him. "I think we'll get along well," he said as he pulled his hand back lowering his voice only a little, "I take it you also like the cold?"