Chapter Text
“Thank you, Attila. You may sit down.” The teacher said, nodding slightly to the child as he moved to return to his desk.
The dark wolf picked up his clipboard, his pupil-less eyes scanning down the list of presenters before he got to the name he dreaded most. He sighs, rubbing the bridge of his nose.
“ April O’neil. ”
Just hearing the name made the other students instinctively turn to the back of the class.
April sighs, getting up and walking to the front, practice wand in hand. As she passed, the other children in each row were quick to hide behind their school books or under their desks, preparing themselves for the shitshow that was about to commence.
Once she gets to the front of the classroom, Mr. Jei cringes a bit, taking a step back before he clears his throat.
“Uhh. Your spell is a simple levitation spell. When was it created and by whom.” He asks, watching as she lifts her wand.
April was sweating bullets, mumbling a small “ough boy, here we go…”, staring at the apple on the teacher’s desk as her demonstration. She looks at the other kids, all hiding and watching for the chaos to ensue (as per usual). It was a bit disheartening but in the back of the class, right next to her seat was Donnie, sitting unfazed with a supportive smile on his face.
As he shot her a thumbs up, she felt a small rush of determination and began her presentation, pointing her wand at the apple. “Laehvi.” She mutters and the apple trembles a bit before being lifted into the air with magic.
She was a bit excited that she finally managed to say it right, let alone on her first try. But she cleared her throat and continued.
“The Laehvi was made by Serafina Kang in the 1400’s?” She says, looking over at the teacher for approval.
Mr. Jei lowers his clipboard down a bit, giving a small smile. “Close, it was Serafina Kane in the 1600’s.”
April cringes at that.
“But I will give you partial credit for your answer.” He says, writing her score down.
April smiles and pumps the air proudly. “Yes!”
Unfortunately, doing so with her wand in hand caused the apple to fly straight up through the roof.
There was a deafening silence in the room for about 5 seconds before all of the children burst into laughter.
April laughs sheepishly, her cheeks turning red. But even Mr. Jei chuckled a bit, patting her shoulder. “Well, it could have been worse.” He says, gesturing for her to return to her seat.
“Yeah! I could have turned you
into
the apple!” She laughs, jokingly waving the wand.
And then a stray spark of magic shoots out of the wand and hits Mr. Jei right in the chest.
The class goes dead quiet as the teacher pats his torso frantically, waiting for a reaction. But nothing happens. He sighs in relief. “Guess it was a dud.” He shrugs.
…and then he turns into an apple.
Jaws to the floor doesn’t even
begin
to describe the sea of children in the class reacting to such a crazy turn of events.
But it’s normal for 8th grader April O’Neil, grade A screw up. As she starts to panic, frantically waving her wand to try and reverse the spell and bring the teacher back, the class erupted into laughter once again.
Until one by one, they all realized that there was no teacher left in class.
And the chaos began when one kid throws a pencil across the room and hits another student. From there, stuff was thrown from one side of the room to the other, hitting anything in their path as they all started screaming.
Some kids started running around, others using their wands to try out spells that were forbidden in the classroom like FIREWORKS?????, others hiding under desks to avoid the crossfire.
From outside the classroom, it sounded like some kind of amusement park happening inside with all the screaming and whizzing of magic spells flying across the room.
Even in the classroom next door, the music teacher across the hall had to peek out of her door window to see what all the commotion was.
“The hell is going on over there??” Casey asks, looking up from the sheet music of ‘Hot Cross Buns’ in front of her. Leo just shrugs, unbothered as he continues to play the broken version of the song on his recorder flute.
Casey just pouts and folds her arms. “Sounds more fun than this.”
Despite all the chaos, April tried desperately to turn Mr. Jei back, waving her wand but to no avail. “OH, SO YOU’LL WORK WHEN I DIDN’T ASK YOU TO BUT NOT WHEN I NEED YOU TO WORK?!” She yells at the wand, trying to smack it to make it work.
Donnie ducks and runs his way to the front of the class with her, making sure to avoid getting his by anything. “Oh April Dearest! What are you waiting for? An invitation?! Turn him back!” He hisses.
“I’m trying! But this dumb thing isn’t working!” She groans.
“...you didn’t forget to charge it again, did you?”
April goes quiet for a second, turns the wand over to see the battery indicator at the bottom was flashing and barely full.
“...ok, to be fair, I really thought I put it to charge before I went to sleep.” She says, looking away.
Donnie facepalms with a loud groan before he’s smacked upside the head with a thrown book.
“oW- Watch it!” He yells in the general direction it came from.
“Make me, nerd!” Attila yells, standing triumphantly on one of the desks and throws another book. Unfortunately for him, Donnie catches this one and does not at all look happy.
“Oh, you want me to make you?” The softshell raises a brow.
“Donnie- let it go-” April tries to start but it's already too late.
Donnie’s eyes glow a bright purple as an evil grin spreads across his face. And from behind him, the venus flytrap on Mr. Jei’s desk starts to shake in it’s pot.
It grows tenfold in size, large green vines with purple tips shoot out of the pot and the jaws of the plant become sharp as razors.
The poor frog can’t do anything but watch as it towers over the whole class, reaching the ceiling. He sweats bullets and smiles sheepishly at the plant, hiding the next book in his hands behind his back. “Nice plant?”
Safe to say that from the hallway, the chorus of chaos just got louder.
About 30 seconds later, the principal of the school, Ms. Campbell came bursting through the door. “What is going on in-?!”
She’s rendered speechless as she looks around the room. From the small fires from all the fireworks, the mess of pencils, notebooks, markers, desks and anything else that wasn’t literally bolted down was knocked over and on the ground, and the giant venus flytrap in the middle of it all. Everyone in the room, including the plant itself (which decided now was a good time to stop chomping on Attila’s head), went still and silent, staring right back at the principal.
“Wh-...I don’t…” Ms. Campbell sputters, trying to figure out where to start.
Until her eyes land on April in the front of the class. And she just sighs. “I assume this started because of you again , Ms. O’Neil.” She says, pinching the bridge of her nose.
April chuckles sheepishly. “Welll, teechnically, I wasn’t the one to throw the first pencil. That was someone in the back of class…I did accidentally turn Mr. Rei into something a little more…nutritious though.” She jokes, picking up the apple from the floor.
“Ms. O’Neil!”
“It wasn’t my fault! The wand just did it on it’s own! I just made a joke about turning him into one and now he won’t change back!” She exclaims, waving the wand again.
And once again, it shoots a ray of magic out. But this time, instead of hitting someone, it bounces off of the window, then one of the ceiling lights, even her own glasses, bouncing around wildly around the room until it hit that apple and Mr. Jei, confused and all, turns back into his natural wolf form.
Which makes them both fall because obviously April can’t hold a grown man with one hand.
They both lay on the floor for a second before Mr. Jei stands up, fur puffed up as he heads for the door. “I’m gonna… head to the breakroom for a bit.” He mumbles to Ms. Campbell, walking past her. Unfortunately, he doesn’t even make it past the doorway before he faints.
Ms. Campbell shoots a glare at April, who can’t do anything but force a smile.
“This has been your last straw, Ms. O’Neil. Detention.” She says angrily.
“For all of you! You can all spend the next 20 minutes of class cleaning up your mess!” She yells towards the rest of the class as well, even the giant venus flytrap who looks just as guilty as the pre-teens in the class.
Up on the busy streets of Manhattan, some delivery guy leans against his bike with a sigh.
“Man, I could really go for some fruit right about now.” He pouts.
And as if God himself heard his wish, a random apple bursts out of the ground next to him, flying into the air before safely landing right in his hands.
“Woah! No way! Free apple!” He smiles, rubbing it on his jacket and taking a bite out of it with a loud ’crunch!’ :)