Rosia woke up with a start. Her bedroom, which seemed to change shape every time she blinked, was unusually quiet today. No growls from the closet. No floating objects whizzing past her head. Just an eerie silence that made her suspicious.
Opening her eyes wider, she realized it was because today was not just any day—it was her first official magic class. The teacher: the infamous Professor Malcador, who had the talent of making even a cup of tea explode if it was left unattended.
Rosia fluffed her tangled hair, grabbed her oversized backpack, and cautiously stepped outside her room. As she did, the floor shifted from tiled stone to a patchwork of soft glowing moss, which made her feel like she was walking on some weird, enchanted trampoline.
Lady Grimbella was already waiting in the hallway, juggling three glowing orbs and muttering under her breath about how those blasted orbs never stayed in one place. Seeing Rosia, she smiled wildly.
"Good morning, Rosia! Ready to learn how to turn your problems into explosions?"
Rosia raised an eyebrow. "Is that... what magic class is about?"
Grimbella chuckled. "In this school? Absolutely!"
They reached the enormous Dark Arts Hall, where students buzzed with excitement and a few small fires popped up here and there like festive decorations. Malcador was already there, adjusting his pumpkin hat, which appeared to be slightly more squished than usual.
"Welcome again, fledglings!" he boomed. "Today, you will learn wand control! Without turning yourselves or your neighbors into frog muffins, ideally."
Rosia swallowed hard. Wand control? She barely controlled her homework back in the human world.
The class began with a simple assignment: summon a small flame at the tip of your wand. As everyone practiced, zapping tiny sparks or sizzling little balls of fire, Rosia concentrated hard and pointed her wand forward. A tiny spark flickered... then exploded into a large poof of confetti that showered the classroom.
"Oh no," Rosia muttered, "I think I just threw a party instead of fire."
Malcador stared for a moment, then burst into laughter. "Well done! That's... a very festive form of magic."
Just when Rosia thought she had a handle on magical chaos, disaster struck: her wand slipped from her fingers during practice and vanished. Poof! Gone.
"Lost wand?" Malcador's voice was serious, but there was a twinkle in his eye. "In this school, that means adventure—whether you like it or not."
Panicking, Rosia teamed up with Zed, Bibble, Lumo, and Grag to find the missing wand. Their search took them through twisting hallways, enchanted stairs (some leading to nowhere), and the notorious library maze where books whispered gossip and tried to trip unwary visitors with enchanted vines.
During the chase, Rosia accidentally triggered a trapdoor and landed in a room filled with bouncing slime cakes that giggled when touched. Trying to escape, she slipped on a cake, sending a chain reaction of sprinkles, slime, and giggles.
Zed helped her up, laughing so hard he nearly lost his tail. "Only you could turn a lost wand into a full-on dessert party."
Meanwhile, Bibble's sock-snatching habit suddenly came in handy. He sniffed out the wand by following a trail of slightly singed fabric and mysterious sparkles.
The wand was discovered stuck inside the mouth of a grumpy statue in the school courtyard. When Grag danced interpretively to distract the statue, it finally spat the wand out with a reluctant grunt.
Rosia gratefully grabbed it, feeling like she had just won a small battle in an endless war.
Back in class, she tried the wand again, this time summoning a small flame that flickered perfectly without any confetti or surprises. Everyone clapped, and Malcador gave her a nod of approval.
"As unpredictable as your magic may be, you have spirit," he said. "And spirit beats control any day in demon school."
That evening, Lady Grimbella handed Rosia a cup of steaming tea that smelled like cinnamon and mischief. "Remember, chaos is just order having too much fun," she said with a wink.
Rosia smiled, feeling tired but strangely proud. Her life in the demon realm was nothing like she expected—full of surprises, laughs, and friends who made the madness feel like home.
She couldn't wait to see what explosions tomorrow would bring.