I don't know what I want to do right now.
Forgotten Friday #242 - 伊知火 / karanoze's Ichibi
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It felt uncomfortable for Charlotte to escort McKenzie around. Once she was able to dump her in the dining hall, she darted to one of the classrooms.
"Lots?" A woman with braided dyed yellow and green hair looked up from her desk at the front of the room. The room was humming from thirty or so desktop towers booting up.
"Daffodil!" Charlotte laughed. "You excited?"
Daffodil rolled her eyes. "You know, I was going to track you down and ask you: how?"
"Does it bother you?" Charlotte sat down at one of the computers. "Are you really attached to class sizes?"
"Less kids means less work for me." She shrugged. "More time to figure out how to make my hair look like a flower, I guess." She stood and made her way to Charlotte before leaning against the table. "I'm just shocked - you really got it down to just over a hundred kids. You know what it was like when we were kids. You could barely get from class to class."
"Not you, though." Charlotte laughed. "Your claustrophobia came in clutch."
"No one believed my name was Daffodil after I mastered my stinkbomb spell!" Daffodil laughed. "My favorite part was when the old janitor figured out it was me and followed me around. He just kept throwing spells at me! I smelled like Valentine's Day every time I got to my dorm."
"Back to my thing..." Charlotte smirked. "Homeschooling networks." When Daffodil just stared in confusion with a slack jaw, Charlotte continued. "It's perfect for everyone. Fundies like Connie who think witchcraft is totally okay for the chosen? They get their daily Bible Study without any whiffs of evolution and CRT. The helicopter parents who want their kids to go to Harvard and Yale? Send them to the most prestigious private school, but bring around a witch to teach them the fundamentals for free. If they care about magic? I've overseen the training of private tutors living in New York, San Francisco, Chicago, Atlanta..."
"How did you put that together?" Daffodil tried to regain her composure. She was from Los Angeles and shipped off to Montana. She only came back to push tech literacy on children after she couldn't hold down a decently paying job thanks to her inability to type. "The actual homeschooling, yeah. But teenagers beginning their magical journeys? In schools with normal humans?"
"What if..." Charlotte smirked, "I told you I still had an in with an Elf that could source thousands of suppressors?"
"You're still in contact with Gerdy?!" Daffodil's jaw dropped. "Girl, no!"
"Hey," Charlotte shrugged. "Nothing ever happened between us, dude's old. Besides, if the old guard hates elves, that means that I'm more or less required to respect the value the elves bring to our magical society."
"How can you do that, Lots?" Daffodil groaned. "Undo decades of programming through sheer spite?"
"You just said the answer, Dilly." Charlotte laughed. "Pure, unending, justified spite."
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