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Forgotten Friday #240 - 咳吐ルチア / Sekito Luchia
Who is Ruchia Sekito?
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"Miss Penn?"
Charlotte looked up at the door to her office. In the doorway was a nervous man wearing who was wearing an outfit she could only describe as being extremely dorky. He was literally wearing a sweater vest that included a pocket protector. "I guess come in?"
She nodded and he sat down across from her. She was a mean girl in her youth, though she tried to forget that. Her mean girl training, though, caused her to notice the acne scars on his face and the extreme prescription in his glasses.
"Well..." His voice was humble and nervous. "I heard that you were looking for a new teacher for a new course - one about living without magic?"
Charlotte sighed and looked at the papers on her desk. "Job is taken."
"Oh... Well..." He ruffled his short brown hair. "Could you maybe hear me out?"
"You're right." Charlotte looked up. "We may have a position you could fill, even if that's not an option." She paused and looked down at her desk again. And had a small screen embedded in her desk that secretly analyzed the magic signature of anyone she was talking to as a tool to allow her to more easily help students. There was no magical signature coming from the man. She looked up towards him and stared blankly. As he squirmed, she asked, "What is your name, and who let you in here?"
"Oh..." He awkwardly laughed. "I'm from the East Coast. My parents were pretty big out there... I was the non-magical son. I don't really have many prospects in the-"
"Name." Charlotte rolled her eyes as she cut him off. "What is your name?"
"Yes, yes..." He blushed. "Tobias Sigurd."
Charlotte stared blankly at Tobias until it dawned on her that it was her Tobias. She groaned and playfully threw a pen at him. "Why?"
"The old guard is anti-elf, remember?" Tobias reached down the neck of his sweater vest and pulled a small stone from a hidden pocket. As soon as he sat it down on Charlotte's desk, he quickly morphed back into his natural elven form, silver hair and all.
Charlotte looked down at her desk again. The screen didn't have its normal display. Instead of simply said "DANGER" in large red letters. She looked back up and asked, "How did you get that so fast? Why did you make yourself look like that?"
"I'm an elf, remember?" He laughed. "We're the ones who make these things. And I don't want attention. If I look completely boring with cosmetics imperfections, people won't stop and ask why a model is teaching at a high school."
Charlotte wanted to give a rebuttal, but he was right. No one would ever guess that he was an elf when he looked like that - and the acne scars and glasses did sell that he had no magic. "Maybe tone down the dad clothes, though? It's weird."
"Fine." He laughed. "The sweater vest stays, though."
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