Magic Curriculum

Trigger warning: /Non-sexual Graphic

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"Good luck baby" she kisses me on the cheek while I hug her tightly. Mom tilts her head back, the jewel at the end of the shining necklace pointing towards her enormous breasts pressed against me, smiles at me then says "we're so proud of you."

My older sister pulls on my ear to turn my head, before I even get to complain she kisses me on the cheek and says "we're all proud of our little genius" then releases my ear.

I release my mother and say my goodbyes then hop on my skateboard to go to Fiore's University of Magic, the most prestigious college in the country. After I backflip my skateboard, it lifts us in the air I fly towards the campus. On the way, I can see other students flying in the same direction.

Once I passed through the thick clouds I finally see the campus. It is a gigantic castle isolated on an isle. I feel cold chills when I realize I'm flying above the sea. I feel nauseous but hold it in and manage to land in front of the imposing castle without throwing up.

I walk inside the school with other first-years. To be surrounded by so many people wearing our prestigious uniform makes my excitement grow. I struggle to hide my joy.

However, I am a bit disappointed to see there are no black students apart from me. There might be some but I didn't see one in this sea of people.

We enter a hall big enough to welcome at least ten thousand people. Since only first-years are attending this ceremony. The teachers are sitting on elevated aisles stuck to the walls and surrounding us all. At the center, the Dean is standing up looking down at all of us.

While I was observing the teachers and the students, my body became heavy all of a sudden. The air became hot and thick. I almost got brought down to my knees and I had to fight to keep myself in a standing position. I looked at my comrades and they were in the same situation.

The organic brouhaha of the first day of school completely ended. We could only hear the faint struggling breathing of neophyte magicians. A few of them kept standing up like nothing was happening at all.

They stood out from all the other people crouching their backs around them. When I noticed them I felt like if I didn't manage to resist the magical pressure somebody was crushing with, just like they did, I would never stand out. I'd instead be one of many weaklings failing before any hardship. I couldn't tolerate that.

I put myself back together and stood up, proudly sticking out my chest. Then I saw: one of the teachers sending his magical energy over us while the other watched. I'm sure they're testing us. If they thought I wasn't worth remembering, or that I failed the test then they're fucking WRONG!

I burst out magical energy out of my body completely canceling the teacher's pressure. All the teachers stopped analyzing the other students who managed to resist the pressure and instead stared at me.