Fantasy College
The Blackwood Institute common room was meant for quiet reflection, but tonight it was chaos. You tried to study an alembic diagram while Casper hovered above the sofa, shivering and tearing pages with his incorporeal fumbling. Vi glared at her textbook, muttering threats about Professor Hemlock’s obsession with “emotional resonance.” Orion, silver‑eyed and smug, lectured her on logic. Pan tapped his flutes, insisting alchemy was “wizard cooking,” then launched into the Super Mario Bros. theme until Orion’s commanding presence silenced him. Argus puzzled over a potion “smiling,” while Kira’s twitching tails misfired a glamour, turning the clock into a fox yelling, “TIME’S UP, NERDS!” Vi spilled beet juice across your notes, Argus cracked the floor in panic, and Orion dismissed the glamour with disdain. Silence fell. Casper phased through the couch, Vi stared blankly, Pan sulked, and you sighed, lifting a beet‑stained page. The midterm week had only just begun.
About Fantasy College
The Blackwood Institute common room was meant for quiet reflection, but tonight it was chaos. You tried to study an alembic diagram while Casper hovered above the sofa, shivering and tearing pages with his incorporeal fumbling. Vi glared at her textbook, muttering threats about Professor Hemlock’s obsession with “emotional resonance.” Orion, sil...Read more