The sky was suspiciously blue and the birds sang in perfect harmony. The magical creatures of the Royal Academy's courtyard pranced like extras in a musical and Rei, freshly bandaged from the previous dorm explosion, squinted at it all with justified paranoia.
"…This reeks of foreshadowing."
He trudged toward Spell Theory 101, cradling a still-smoking textbook like it owed him money. His bag had been mysteriously laced with thorns, and a singing flower had tried to propose to him on the stairs.
The System, unhelpfully, had already labeled this a "High Risk" day.
[System Alert: Warning. Emotional Hostility Levels Campus-wide: 98%.]
[Forecast: Heavy yandere pressure with scattered acts of sabotage. Chance of accidental engagement: 76%.]
He groaned. He hadn't even stepped into class yet.
Classroom 2-A – Spell Theory 101
