Old Osmond got bitch-slapped by Longueville. He wasn't entirely certain how the secretary had managed to do it from across the room, but he was certain he didn't want to provoke her further by asking. After all, his poor, old ribs probably wouldn't survive another beating like that.
At least he'd gotten to see for himself that white thong. Black definitely suited her better...
He still thought he ought to thank Miss Valliere for the interruption, even if she'd probably destroyed a desk... and a teacher.
During the day, despite the headache subsiding slightly, at least enough that Louise could multitask properly, Louise's mind had begun to wander. It wandered to a specific event, in truth. And the nervousness still plagued her. Why wouldn't it?
Also, at some point, she'd realized she needed to buy several new pairs of socks. Or find a way to protect the two she still had. Anti magic enchantments weren't cheap, but surely her parents would understand that it would only save them further money in the long run, right?
However, even if she assured herself that everything would go right, because she'd do everything the right way, she made her hopes explode along with the teacher's desk. But then she stood up, chin high again.
It was, after all, only a little miscalculation. A small mistake. Nothing cripplingly wrong with her magic. It wasn't like she was a colossal failure that couldn't do anything but explosions.
"Even today your success rate is still zero percent!" Guiche screamed at the top of his lungs, as he emerged from behind the desk he'd hidden under.
"Louise the Zero!" snapped the stupid dark skinned, Germanian, curvaceous, strangely attractive boob monster...
The scolding wasn't even the worst part, no. The thing that stung the most was that she wasn't the one being blamed for the explosion. She wasn't being blamed because it was considered the Teacher's fault for allowing her to perform magic, as if she were a dangerous monster that could only bring destruction! It made her blood boil, and it made her want to bitch slap both herself and whoever was at range.
Then again, she couldn't argue with the evidence. Even if she claimed it was only a small mistake, she only got weird looks and Old Osmond laughing like a jackass. He was actually a jackass, but that's beside the point, because it still meant that they didn't think she could ever be a mage and were just humoring her to get on her family's good side. It angered her to no end. But she knew what she needed to prove them wrong.
All she needed was a powerful, beautiful, strong and magnificent familiar! She'd show them! She wouldn't fail!
It would be her familiar, the strongest, most beautiful and magnificent being summoned EVER!
"Bad feeling." was all that Louise remembered from the conversation that she'd had one thousand times. It was odd for that particular girl to openly state her thoughts. It had to be a strong feeling to provoke her to speak...
She slapped herself. What could that girl know? She didn't know anything. Then again, it was the first time that she'd responded when the boob monster asked what she thought about the coming spring ritual. And when she'd said it, the bluenette had been staring straight at Louise. Something about her had inspired the bad feeling, and Louise couldn't shake off the thought of it. What... what if everything went wrong... what if everything went spectacularly wrong?
But... No. No. No! She. Would. Not. Fail.
Busy rinsing herself off the day's grime, a lone redhead mused. "A bad feeling..." she ignored the water droplets running down her neck and into her plentiful bosom. "I wonder why." She hadn't even bothered dismissing the second year boy that was drooling on her carpet. She would allow him to rest for a while before sending him to his room. She couldn't shake her friend's prediction.
She herself was also expecting something from the spring summoning ritual. And her expectations for herself aren't what I'm talking about. Her petite friend had merely given more credence to the feeling she herself had. The anticipation...
... She was truly anxious to see what the Zero managed to summon.
Meanwhile, in her own room, Louise cursed herself for boasting as she buried her head on her pillow. If she'd just shut up, then she wouldn't be humiliated...
"Answer my call!"
The darkness is vast and eternal. The darkness is the all consuming creator. From darkness everything came, and to darkness everything went. It was the cycle of existence and there was nothing about it.
The darkness of the human heart is something just as vast and infinite. And he knew it well. He knew the darkness of the human heart as well as one could claim to know oneself, because of what his particularities, he was acquainted with it more than anyone else would ever be. Still, it felt odd to interact with darkness that was not his own. Even the darkness of the universe was something he was used to, as he needed to manipulate it to cast spells of the element. However, he hadn't quite felt something like this.
This tug at the darkness of his own heart. This string that connected him to some other source of darkness. Pure, unadulterated, and made of the concentrated sorrow, anger and pain of an innocent. Sometime ago, he had been an innocent as well. This darkness was much like his own, if different. But it was darkness, nonetheless.
Darkness that he felt drawn to. The tiny light ball that had spoken was flying at incredible speeds, but he was easily keeping up. After all, being one with darkness, he was everywhere and nowhere in a plane of darkness. He existed everywhere because the darkness was him and he was the darkness. It was, again, a strange experience.
A brief flash of green and what would have been an imposing building, hadn't the sight been given from miles above, were the only confirmation he had that he'd followed the light correctly. He would have smiled, at getting that odd sensation of being omnipresent removed from his system. However, he had a bit of trouble. So far, he's been okay. Even if he had to get used to existing everywhere at once, he couldn't have been prepared to have that feeling suddenly ripped from him.
Now was the time when he actually felt somewhat dizzy from losing it. He would have groaned, but his mouth wasn't working... if he even had one.