Gym

Nothing special. Just gym.

Your professor for this is a hulking mountain of a man dressed in a blue jumpsuit and with impossibly red skin, a large beard and what look to be tusks sticking out of the lower part of his mouth and two small horns jutting out from his forehead.

"M'name's Professor Mourn," he said by way of introduction, his voice the kind of deep rumble you would expect from one of his size, "and I'm here to make sure ya noodle-armed flabbies don't forget about yer bodies while yer trainin' yer minds and magic."

And then the push-ups began. So many push-ups.

You have been split up into pairs, each of you doing as many push-ups as you can in a three-minute period while the other keeps count. Mourn claims it is because he "wants to see what he's working with" but you get the feeling he is just enjoying making you all sweat.

You would feel bad for yourself if not for the fact that you feel even worse for poor Viki, who is currently struggling on her fourteenth push-up. Her arms and legs quake with each attempt to raise and lower her body, her black-and-purple hair plastered to her reddening face as she whimpers with her efforts. As much as you try not to stare, you also cannot help but notice her wobbling tits, which flatten against the ground every time she goes down and you wonder just how much harder the extra weight is making it to perform the task. Given their movement, she must not have a sports bra on under that t-shirt either, which is probably making it all the harder.

"I'm... going... to... die..." she groans, "Tell... Amelia... I... love... her..."

"You'll be fine!" you shout encouragingly, still panting slightly from the ninety push-ups you had done first, "Just another minute to go!"

Viki lets out a noise that is somewhere between a whimper and a **** rattle in response.

You prepare to give more encouragement (and resist the temptation to include a swat of that jiggling ass of hers) but are cut off by a thunderously loud crack. Looking in the direction it came from, you and the rest of the students with you see what appears to be a Magical Self-Defense class, if Professor Zizana being there is any indication, that is working on some kind of duel-based combat in another part of the gym.

What truly catches your attention, however, is the participants of the current duel. On one side is Artie, sitting up from where he got knocked flat on his butt, a hand to his face as his fingers glow with green healing magic. It looks like his nose got busted but has already been mended given the thin twin lines of dried blood under his nostrils and he manages to stagger back to his feet.

On the other side, is Parisia. She looks somewhat horrified as her free hand covers her mouth, her wand still at the ready in the other. "I'm so sorry, Artie!" she exclaims, "I didn't mean to hit you that hard!"

Your eyes narrow as something in her tone of voice sounds... off. It is funny, this was the girl who first truly caught your eye when you arrived in the school and you have only really talked to her once. You realize that, for as cute and normal as she seemed, you know basically nothing about her. Maybe you can fix that as part of what you presume is going to be extra time spent at Pegasus House.

"Hey!" Professor Mourn exclaims in your direction, "Don't slack off now, or I'll be adding an extra minute for ya two for the crunches we're doing next!"

Viki makes another noise of suffering but resumes the class activity as you return to monitoring her so that she does not actually die. This lasts another thirty seconds until there is another loud magical crack that catches everyone's attention again. Once more, it seems Artie has been knocked head-over-heels, this time his formerly wand-holding hand hanging at a slightly unnatural looking angle. As before the healing magics of his other hand seems to be quickly correcting it... but even from here, you can tell such rapid regeneration is taking a heavy toll on him both in terms of casting the spell and the mending caused by it.

You hear Professor Mourn again and this time he actually sounds concerned as he shouts, "Everything okay over there, Ziz?"

Professor Zizana looks back in your class' direction (and you think she momentarily pauses to regard you) and replies in a booming yell of her own, "It's fine, PROFESSOR."

Professor Mourn coughs into his fist and looks away, suitably chastised for his unprofessional manner in addressing her... or perhaps intimidated by the harsh glare the dark elf is shooting him with her one good eye.

Your attention, meanwhile, remains on the other class as Artie pulls himself to his feet once more. "Lorelei!" you hear Zizana snap, "If you do not stop putting too much energy into your blows you will tire out far too quickly against a stronger opponent... AND you will have ME for your next sparring opponent! Veneralia! Well done with your recovery spells but do not overdo them. If you only focus on keeping your body at full capacity instead of just enough to keep going, your magic will not hold out over an extended conflict. NEXT!"

"Y-Yes, m-m-ma'am," you just barely hear Artie say as he timidly and tiredly slinks off the dueling mat.

"I really am sorry!" Parisia calls out as she steps off the mat to go talk with some of her fellow classmates.

Again, something about her tone bothers you but Viki is the one who gives voice to it as she pants from where she lies on the ground, "She's... lying..."

You frown thoughtfully as you reply, "I get that feeling too... which is kinda weird. She seemed so nice."

"Even... nice people... have bad... sides."

You raise an eyebrow and fight to keep your smirk down as you ask, "Even Amelia?"

Viki grumbles, looking like she's catching her breath now that time is up on push-ups, "Sometimes she's too friendly for her own good."

You laugh as Viki starts to get up but it seems she did not stretch well enough beforehand and her leg unexpectedly cramps up, causing her to fall on top of you where you are sitting. Fortunately, this means you break her fall and despite how enjoyably distracting the feel of those giant tits are against your chest, you immediately ask, "You okay, Viki?!"

"Y-Yeah," she replies, wincing in pain and blushing in embarrassment at the rubbing contact of your bodies, "I hate gym."

"Hey you two!" you hear Professor Mourn shout in your direction, "If you're looking to get THAT kind of sweaty in here, then sign up for the Advanced Tantrics class when you're seniors."

Viki blushes even redder as the rest of the class giggles at the two of you and you help her to her feet, letting her lean against you as you indicate the leg she is having trouble standing on to the teacher. Mourn walks over to you and kneels down to look closer at Viki's leg. Unexpectedly, he suddenly grabs her and hoists her over her shoulder, leaving her butt sticking up way in the air as you momentarily stumble from the removal of the weight you were supporting. "Class," he grunts, "this is what happens when ya don't warm up properly! I gotta drop this one off at the nurse real quick so work on those stretching exercises until I get back!"

With that, he stomps off as you hear poor Viki groaning, "I really hate gym."

Now without a partner, you cast a glance over at the dueling Pegasus House group and where a brooding Artie sits alone near the back of the class while Parisia watches the next match and Zizana dispenses more advice and warnings to those dueling.

Your classes should end at roughly the same time, so there's a chance you could catch Artie in the locker room to check up on him and maybe start seeing what you have to work with towards Selena's plan. Or you could hurry through changing and see about maybe catching Parisia as she is leaving the women's locker room and ask her about her actions.

You could also check on Viki, who is probably feeling really humiliated right now and might appreciate an understanding friend.