12 Choosing your lesson? (1/2)
I want to visit culture and art!”, Celes proclaims! ”But that's boring and of no use!”, I answer.
”What use has the magic lesson to you?”, Celes asks.
”I can sleep and still ace the test!”, yeah smart smart thinking. You have to admit that.
”So you are lazy! Do you want to waste this life sleeping?”-Celes
I sigh and continue to study the letter we got from the Midpoint headmaster. At the moment we are on the school grounds and about to register our lessons.
Nicol didn't understate when he said it was a highly regarded school. It's BIG. Without the letter and a map, we wouldn't have found our way.
There are areas for each school grade, so the younger students don't get in the way of older ones.
To advance a grade, you have to complete at least nine lessons of it. Mathematics, language and basic magic are fixed lessons for us, but we have to choose ten!
It leaves seven lessons to our choice.
Our problem is that Katrin instructed us to take the same lessons. And I am not in the least interested in the stuff Celes likes. The same goes for her of course.
”Fine, we throw a coin and whoever wins gets to choose first. So he has four choices, while the other has three.”-Me
”Never! I know how good you are with telekinesis, you would just influence the coin to your advantage!”-Celes
”Tch!”
”Hah! I knew it! You had a plan like that!”, she looks at me accusingly.
”Fine! We both choose three and take the last at random.”, I suggest. ”How?”, Celes asks.
”We write some leaflets and draw one blindly.”, I suggest. ”Hmmm....”, Celes bites her lip while thinking.
”We will ask a random person to name one subject until it is one we can take.” -Celes
”You don't trust me at all, don't you.” -Me
”I trust you my love! I am sure you would take every chance, that would make my life more miserable and yours a little bit better. So let the war begin, I will start!”
”Art!”
”Rune Magic!”
”Culture!”
”Science!”
”Close Quarters Combat!”
”You just want to beat me up!”
”That's not a subject, but if we ask Nicol, he could have the headmaster to introduce it.”
”Magical combat training!”
”Now, you want to beat ME up!”
”So who do we ask for the last one?”, I speak to myself. ”Over there! The gardener!”, Celes replies.
”That guy is sure to say nothing intellectual, you want to trick me!”, I complain.
”Fine, we stop that teacher there. HEY! Professor! Can you help us, please!?”, Celes runs up to a random guy and stops him.
”What?”, the old guy stops. ”We want to choose a last subject together, but cannot decide. So we want someone else to choose for us, could you be so kind?”, Celes asks.
The old guy starts to grin like a devil, ”You two are a pain in the ass, to disturb me for something like this! So I will have you two join the worst lesson a first year can take. MINE! Take the mystic arts lesson. BE there the next time, or I will come and get you! I know your faces and you have horns! Not hard to find you.”, the old guy turns around and walks away.
”Why does it feel like we have problems now?”, Celes asks me. ”Your fault!”, I comment. ”WHYYY!?”, she screams.
I just shake my head and check the lessons on our applications.
The registration process afterwards wasn't worth mentioning. We went to the responsible office and gave them the required documents we got from our parents.
At least there wasn't any need to stay inside the dorm. Rose would take us to the school every morning and get us in the evening.
Protection wasn't necessary, the school had its own security guards. That's because the school teaches many kids from noble families. There wasn't anyone allowed here who didn't belong to Midpoint.
As we make our way to our first lesson, strangely enough its -Close Quarters Combat-, we meet a known face there.
”Celes! Oh I wanted to see you! You take the same lesson!?”, Tanja Morden jumps as she shakes Celes hands.
”T...Tanja. Why are you here? Aren't you older than us?”, Celes asks. ”Oh, no problem at all. The instructor takes everyone who wants to. There are kids from six to twelve here.” -Tanja
Celes gets dragged to the dressing room by Tanja. And at last some peace for me!
I walk to the boys area and change into sportswear too. Then I take a look at the very spacious gym.
The instructor has already started to individually teach some kids hand to hand combat.
I guess it doesn't make much sense to hold a lecture here. A few small fighting arenas are in the corner of the gym. There will probably some kind of show-fight in the end, to judge our skills.
Everyone is wearing the same track suit, regardless of gender.
”Is that you Angrod?” - I turn around and see a cute girl of about my age. She has silver hair and wolf ears with a tail, her eyes are skyblue. ”I am sorry, do I know you?”, I don't recognize her.
”No, you don't know me yet, but I have seen you at the party. You were so coool. I hope we can be friends!”, she walks up and links arms with me.
”My name is Iris, by the way.”, Iris informs me.
What's up with this little kids slutty behaviour? Is this world mad? What is wrong with the little children here? But Iris... that name sounds familiar.
And why am I jumped by a girl, only five minutes after I am separated from Celes?
*Check* ”Aahhh!” *Plomb*
Iris is pushed from my arm and falls flat on the floor. Celes is suddenly beside me, ”Don't touch my fiance!”
”What's wrong with you!?”, Iris screams while standing up.