A certain magical new semester

It was a quiet morning, nothing but the sound of birds chirping and young girls talking.

Today was the day of the entrance ceremony for new and returning students.

Ho ho ho hoh! Who would believe that just last year I was one of those wet behind the ear’s newcomers!

As a senior witch, it’s only natural that I say hi to the newbies!

Without so much as asking permission, I marched on by to the fresh meat. “Hello there! Welcome to the academy! I am your senior, I also happen to be one of, if not the greatest witch of the modern era!”

Ahahahaha!

“W-who are you?”

“THAT IS A GREAT QUESTION!” I nodded to myself. This batch was brimming with talent.

“The crop this year is very good talented indeed!”

“W-what?”

I grabbed the intelligent young lass who had asked for my name, “Asking good questions is a valuable skill I can tell you’re going to go far! As for who I am—”

“Kindly refrain from troubling the first years, Ms Everlyne.” A demure voice called from behind me. It was none other than!

“Fluffy pink hair!”

“My name is Fleta Walmslye. It’s been an entire year, and you still get it wrong.”

“Sorry, it was an accident!” I pleaded.

“No, you do it on purpose,” she sighed.

“We must not bother the juniors.”

“I wasn’t bothering them!” I turned to the delicate, impressionable first years for help, but they betrayed me.

“Ms Everlyne, You understand that you should not be here?”

Fluffy pink hair dragged me by the cloak all the way back to where the second years were.

“I believe it’s your job to handle her.”

“I believe the class rep is responsible for student affairs.” Our teacher in her usual laid back voice, replied.

Teacher and Fluffy pink hair had gotten close recently thanks to yours truly! More importantly.

“Fluffy pink hair is class rep?”

“I became one last year. You don’t remember?”

“Nope.”

I could see Fleta look visibly disappointed.