Go to school.

You stare down the long, vinyl floor illuminated by a series of fluorescent lights along the ceiling. Green metal lockers line the walls, and farther down, you can see light wood doors. The hall splits left and right at the end. You're definitely back in school, but it's so fantasy magic academy anymore. This is an actual school straight from Earth. Electricity flows through cables in the walls, everything is sleek and modern, and you're uncertain if you can even cast a spell right now. You feel no mana flowing in your body.

It feels like a dream, but your shoes touch against the hard flooring as if it were real. It must be. You glance over to Eva who looks just as confused. No, even more confused. This is an alien world to her. It's exactly like how you felt when you first arrived in her world.

A bell suddenly rings and Eva jumps in surprise. The doors behind you swing open. Through them, a sea of students starts flooding into the hall, nearly knocking you to the floor. They hurry to their lockers whether they're here or farther inside and begin collecting their supplies--books, pencils, and more. You also see that they aren't all human. You haven't spent a lot of time at Redbloom Academy, but you are confident in saying these are students from there. You recognize their faces. However, they're all dressed in uniforms identical to yours and Eva's.

Eva is staring down at her hands. "I c-can't even cast a spell," she mutters.

So it's true. "I guess we should go to class."

"But what class?"

The students slowly disperse as they find their way to their separate destinations. As they go, you pat yourself over as you ponder what to do. The uniform is certainly not your own, but it fits like a glove, like it was made for you. You then feel something folded up in your pocket. You reach inside and discover two slips of paper, unfold them, and eye them over.

"What's that?" Eva asks as she peers over, bumping into you.

"Schedules," you reply. "Ours."

You hand the other to her as you read. It says first class is math, which is in room 105. Maybe we'll find some answers there.

The two of you start moving forwards, but the doors behind you once again swing open, though much louder this time. You turn, but it's too late. A body slams into yours, causing you to tumble backwards onto the vinyl floor. You curse under your breath and pull yourself up to a sit, and look towards the person who's responsible.

It's her--Lady Vraelion. She still has her horns, tail, and piercing gaze, though is otherwise lacking all the jewellery you've become accustomed to seeing. She's dressed identically to Eva, though with her also on the ground across from you, her skirt has been knocked up her body, showcasing a pure white pair of panties. Slowly, she looks up as well, and flushes red the moment she realizes she's flashing you. Her hands dart between her legs to push the skirt down as she sits up.

"Watch where you're going!" she demands.

You look around to see a girl standing on either side of her. They both take an arm and help pull her up. Of course it's the Ostowl sisters from before, still worshipping Malakae like she's a goddess.

Betha points rudely at you on the floor. "You're lucky we're late, or you'd be sorry."

Anna looks nervously to the side. "N-Not late of course. Ms. Vraelion is never late."

The dragon pushes their hands away and dusts her self off. "Just get out of my way, boy." She then stomps right between the two of you with her lackeys following suit, and they soon disappear around the corner ahead.

"What a bitch," Eva whispers.

"We better go too before we're late," you say.

She nods. "Thank goodness we're going to the same class. Please don't go to far away."

"I won't. Come on now."