How is a Viscous, Black Liquid a Healing Potion?

“I assume you know why both of you are being scolded right now,” Teacher D harshly spoke. She pushed up her glasses, trying to look serious, but it came off more like the antics of a mature child. Who was Teacher D? Hell if I knew. I barely remembered who my teachers were, and I was pretty sure I already assigned letters A-C. Wait, had I already done D too? Hmm–

“Mr. Arkwright! Are you even paying attention?” Teacher D fumed.

“Yes, yes. It’s all Asa’s fault for trying to blow me up. I’ll make sure to be more careful next time,” I answered, leaning against one of the nearby desks.

“Wha– Says the asshole who looked up my skirt! And you had the gall to call me ugly!” Asa yelled. She was sitting on her legs and bowing for some reason. Did she pick up another weird habit from TV again? And, wait a moment…

“I don’t remember ever calling you–”

“And you should’ve been able to disenchant that potion easily!” she interrupted, swinging her arms around. “How the hell can you be so badly bruised from such a poof!”

“Well that’s because–”

“Mr. Arkwright! Ms. Sable! I do not care for your lover’s quarrel.”

“No.” “Absolutely not.”

“I just said I don’t care!” Teacher D looked up in the air and sighed. “You blew up part of the classroom with two students caught in the blast, and all you can do is bicker? Normally, this would be grounds for suspension, but I know both of you would actually prefer that.”

“Don’t conflate me with this lazeabout!” First thing I agree with.

“Yeah, and at least there’s no more murderous twins in the–”

“Silence! I’ll make sure to give a report to Ms. Dufort at a later date.”

““We apologize for our actions.”” Ugh, now Asa has me bowing on my legs, but at least it’s better than whatever Niya thinks up.

“You two…” Teacher D roughly massaged her temples. “Just… try to rein in your destructive impulses.”

““Yes ma’am.””

“The fact that you agreed makes me doubtful…” Teacher D muttered. “Also, Mr. Arkwright. The ‘murderous twins’ as you so called the Drama Club members had this to give you.” She passed me over a bottle of red liquid.

“What is it?”

“REDRUM fruit punch.”

I looked at the bottle.

Then, I looked back at Teacher D.

“Fruit punch?”

“Fruit punch.”

“...I see.” I feel like I’m going to have to apologize later.

“Well, I’ll be on my way now. As usual, I’ll put in my complaints with Ms. Dufort,” Teacher D waved her finger in the air, and the pieces of the crumbled wall and door began to float. They followed behind her in an orderly fashion as she left the classroom. The darkness seemed to part for a brief moment as the pieces slotted in behind her, returning back to their original state.

How the heck did she get past the hallway spell anyway?? If only I didn’t have this bracelet…

“So, are you going to answer me?” Asa harshly questioned with a glare, snapping me out of my thoughts.

“About what?”

“Don’t ‘about what’ me. The explosion! You should’ve been able to stop it!”

“Ah… you can blame Niya. She sort of forced this on me.” I showed her the purple bracelet, still glowing as ominous as before.

“Right… of course…” Asa responded with a faraway look. I wondered if I looked like that whenever I dealt with Niya. “So, are you heading towards the Magic Engineering Club to get it off then?”

“E-exactly…” We have a Magic Engineering Club? Wait, are they the people who make flying vehicles? I only barely remember them from the Club Recruitment thing.

“Oh, well you should probably get–” Asa looked me up and down. “Wait a moment.” Asa stood up and walked towards one of the large cauldrons in the room. After throwing in who knew what and stirring for who knew how long, she came back with two bottles: one white, one black. Given the sound they made, both were extremely viscous.

“I’m probably going to regret this, but what’s the black one?” I asked.

“A healing potion.”

“For who, a zombie?”

“Just drink it already.” Well, my body was in pain, and I didn’t think Asa had tried to poison me before…

…

…

…yeah, she hadn’t.

Reluctantly, I took the bottle and tossed its contents down my throat. Besides a bit of sanity loss, it went down rather smoothly. I don’t ever want to say those words again.

“So…?”

“I hope you don’t expect me to say thank you.”

“You just did, so it works out.”

Ugh, this girl… “Okay, and what about the one that shouldn’t be white.”

“It’s a light. See?” Asa proceeded to shake the white liquid up and down. With each shake, the fluid glowed just a bit brighter, looking somewhat like a lightbulb. But still…

“Did you have to make it look so dirty?”

“Oh, shut up and get out already.” Asa proceeded to open the door and kick me out, quite literally, I might add. I caught myself from falling. It was quite hard with a pumpkin and fruit punch in one hand and a questionably glowing liquid in the other.

I turned around to find she was already ready to close the door. Of course, I made sure to give her a proper parting.

“I wish you the worst,” I said with a sarcastic bow.

“You as well,” she reciprocated, returning me to the stupid darkness once again.