"Agias!" Miraidon and Koraidon excitedly howl out as they paint the roses with paintbrushes in their mouthes. 

"You're doing great boys and girls and you lizards with your silly quirks!" You chipperly call out as you neatly paint another rose on the bush you're working on with Ace.

Grim and Deuce are working on painting another bush, and a bunch of the originally white bushes have been painted by your Pokémon and the rest of the group.

"Red... Red... BAM!" Deuce waves his pen at the bush, flinching back in surprise when the rose turns the wrong color. "Wh- whoa! It turned blue?" He scratches his head, wondering what in the world went wrong.

"Change, o foul color, change! AHA!" Grim shot a fireball at a rose, waving his arms frantically when the wrong thing happens. "BWAH!? The rose caught on fire?"

Cater shakes his head in disbelief. "Wow. You're even less competent than I thought." He waves his pen at the rose bush, turning the blue rose red and flicking off the fire of the other bush.

Ace rubs the back of his neck, raising an eyebrow at Cater. "Yo, maybe you should just leave the roses white! They look perfectly pretty 'n stuff to me."

You shrug a bit, and nod a bit. "Ace does have a point... anyways, white roses are honestly one of my favorite colors of roses. Why do we need to change them?"

"It's a matter of tradition," Cater replies, "You can't have an Unbirthday party without the roses being red. And you can't play croquet without seven-colored flamingos as mallets and a hedgehog for a ball."

You feel your expression blank. What's a flamingo and what's a hedgehog. You need to finish reading that animal book already... Sucks that you're still on the c-animals and monsters.

Though, you have played croquet once. You never tried using any Pokémon to play. It sounds kind of cruel to be honest...

Cater continues, snapping you out of your thoughts. "Oh, but of course, the roses need to be white when the garden flowers put on their spring concert. That's absolutely crucial."

You and Moonstone share an inquisitive look, and Grim places his paws on his little head. "All your rooms are completely insane!"

"They say the Queen of Hearts made up these rules herself, she was one of the Great Seven, you know." Cater retorts. "And Riddle is all about tradition. Probably more than previous Housewarden's, T-B-H. I'll admit that he's, well... a bit extra."

"Yeah, no kidding. I don't have time for this nonsense." Ace drops his paintbrush on the ground and marches up to Cater. "Is Riddle here? I gotta talk to him."

You pick up and wipe off Ace's paintbrush, before gently placing it and your own paintbrush back into one of the paint buckets casually. You may as well try to keep from making a mess of things if you can.

"Yeah, probably." Cater waves a hand absent-mindedly. "But are you sure that's wise? Did you even bring an apology tart to replace the one you ate?"

Ace raises an eyebrow. "Uh, no..? I came here first thing in the morning."

Cater lets out a sheepish laugh that's nearly a snort. "That could be a problem. Have you forgotten Rule 53? Stolen items must be replaced. If you're not in compliance, I can't let you in."

"..." One of Ace's eyes twitch, before gritting his teeth and yelling. "Are you serious!?"

Oh no. You know something bad's about to happen and immediately start returning your Pokémon to their Pokéballs (except Moonstone and Poni naturally as they're tiny), glancing over at Ace and Cater the entire time.

Cater simply shrugs. "All dorm residents must obey the rules. If I let you slide, it would be off with my head next! I hate to say it, Ace, but I'm going to need you to leave before Riddle spots you. Thanx."

"I... think this guy is for real." Ace looks at you and Deuce with a pleading expression. "You guys, do something!"

Deuce crosses his arms as you pick up Grim again, and the cat-monster clambers onto your shoulders. "Why would we do anything?"

"C'mon, please! I can't use magic! Hurry, he's-"

Cater sighs a bit and puts his hands on the panicking Ace's shoulders, forcibly moving him out the front gate. "Okay, just out the door you go."

You stand their blankly, processing the events as you share a stunned look with Deuce. The blue-haired boy shrugs, and you two walk out after Ace. Cater closes the gate and salutes your group.

"Do make sure you bring that tart next time, m'kay? Buh-bye now!"

"Bye, have a good rest of your day!" You call back as you wave by to Cater, walking through the mirror and back into the Mirror Chamber.

Ace glares in Cater's direction as he grumbles. "So, lemme get this straight: we walked in there, totally tartless, but this dude made us do a whole song and dance before throwing us out? He just wanted to make us paint his stupid roses!"

Grim huffs as he curls up on your shoulder, his ears pinning down. "We sure look like a bunch of chumps."

Deuce sighs. "I guess we'll just have to get an apology tart and come back. Maybe after class, we can- oh no!" His eyes widen in shock and panic, and you raise an eyebrow in confusion.

"Hm? What's wrong, Deuce?" You ask, Moonstone's ears twitching slightly.

Deuce gives you a panicked look. "We already missed the first bell! We're gonna be late for class!"

"Pardon my language, but shit!" You yelp out as panic hits you like that Flamethrower and Ancient Power that hit you during the Time Machine confrontation. Eh, at least it gave you a cool scar on your chest and some neat trauma.

"Myah!" Grim immediately hops up, his fur bristling. "I don't wanna blemish on my first day of my glorious Night Raven education! Shake a leg, chumps! To the classroom, pronto!"

"Hey, so what class are you guys in anyways?" Ace asks with a raised eyebrow. "You're freshmen too."

"Uh..." You gently grab Toto and check the schedule Crowley texted you around ten minutes after he left, "Let's see... Class 1-A."

Deuce smiles. "Hey, that's the same one I'm in. We got potionology for first period." The blue-haired boy looked oddly relieved to be in a class with you.

"Hm? I've never done anything related to potions... I guess it would be useful to know how to make them from scratch though, as this world doesn't seem to have Pokécenters or Pokémarts." You look at Moonstone who nods. Ogerpon makes an innocent chirp of agreement.

"Oh ho, yeah! That sounds awesome!" Grim grins as he sits on your shoulder.

Ace rubs the back of his head, glaring at the collar on his neck for a moment. "M- maybe I don't need magic for that?"

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You smile as you basically burst into the classroom, Poni sitting Tepig-back on you, Grim on one shoulder and Moonstone on the other, and carrying Ace under one arm and Deuce under the other.

"Okay! Seats! Go!" You chipperly call out, secretly freaking out at all the people staring at you as you drop the two and slide into your seat, moving Poni to sit in your lap.

Ace and Deuce immediately get up and sit down on either side of you, Deuce looking shocked.

"How much can you even lift?" He asks.

You shrug, thinking as Grim hops off your shoulder and onto the table. "Let me think... about three-hundred and fifty kilograms with little strain, though the max I can pick up is four hundred kilograms. Though I have a friend who can lift up to five-hundred and fifty kilograms despite being built like a stick."

Both boys and Grim give you stunned looks, since you do not look like you can carry over three hundred kilograms. Thankfully no one else heard it. You guess most people can't pick up that much, huh? This world is so weird...

The bell rings, getting your attention out of your thoughts and too the classroom around you. It's pretty nice actually, though much different than your biology classroom back home.

"Ah, you must be my new homeroom students."

A new voice gets your attention to the front of the room. There stands a tall man with a large black-and-white striped fur coat leaning against the edge of the teacher's desk. Under the coat he wears a black-and-white vest, over a black undershirt with a red tie and gloves. He has grey eyes that are fairly striking, and silver studs in his ears. What gets your attention is his hear, which was black on one side and white on the other.

It reminds you of Eclipse, a friend who's the first official champion of Alola. They have hair the same color, except noticeably longer and more fluffy.

Oh, and they're the friend who can easily carry five-hundred fifty kilograms and physically cannot be knocked over by basically any means. Yeah, they're awesome.

He looks at Grim, who actively shrinks back a bit. "Hm. That's quite the unusual coat of fur. Do make sure you arrive properly groomed. Such as the little dog-looking fellow next to you."

Moonstone looks pleased to be called 'properly groomed', as she spends plenty of time trying to take care of her fur. You often help her as you- unlike the Umbreon- have thumbs.

The man with the large coat paces in front of the first row desks, staring at you for an extra moment as he walks past. "My name is Divus Crewel. You may call me Master Crewel."

Oh! This is Professor Crewel. You need to thank him for your outfit later.

"Now, take your seats." He commands to a few students who haven't sat down by the second bell. "Class is about to begin. We're going to start with the basics. And by that, I mean beating the names and distinguishing characteristics of one hundred herbs and poisons into your tiny brains. The mycelia are another matter. But eventually, I'm hoping you'll be able to take a walk without putting anything poisonous in your gaping maws. For now, I realize you have all the self-control of voracious hounds."

...okay, you think no one here is sane. Except you. And even that's a 50/50.

Crowley slams a pointer that has a red dog collar attached to it. It is... concerning... "I will not abide a single student failing this class. Expect to be drilled accordingly."

Deuce leans over to whisper to you and Ace. "Huh. So... does anyone know what a mycelia is?"

Ace shakes his head no. "I've never been one for like, memorizing things are, ya know?"

You roll your eyes. "Mycelia are basically mushrooms. So when you hear mycelia, think fungi."

Deuce nods quickly, totally not going to remember, and Grim drools a bit as he fantasizes about food. "All I care about is how to tell the yummy plants from the yucky ones."

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As class ends at the bell and students shuffle out the door, you pick up Poni as Grim scrambles onto your shoulder, and approach Professor Crewel. The white-and-black haired man leans against the desk, watching students leave. He glances at you as you approach.

"Erm, pardon me." You say with a polite smile.

"Hm?" Is all he responds as he quirks an eyebrow.

"I just wanted to thank you for the outfit. I love it." You nod a bit.

Crewel smiles at you. "Of course, pup. I was worried since I couldn't forsee how the finished product would look on you since someone didn't give me much description of you. However, I'm glad to see the finished product turned out brilliantly, as they always do."

You nod once again. "You're correct about that. Thank you for this, as there's no clothes in Ramshackle that really... fit me, after all." They are all too big or too small, or literally just not made for a biological female. The struggles you have here by just existing...

"I'm glad to hear it. Now, unfortunately since I was on a bit of a time crunch, I couldn't make more outfits for you. However, I should have plenty more made by the end of the week. It's been awhile since I was able to design more feminine clothing when I have to fix all the wear and tear from these untrained pups." He gestures to Ace and Deuce waiting for you by the door with his pointer. Both boys give him indignant looks.

"Thank you sir." You smile in response. "It means a lot. Please have a lovely rest of your day. Adiós!"

"Run along now, little pup." Is all Crewel says as he watches you walk back up to Ace and Deuce and then leave.

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"I am your History of Magic teacher, Mozus Trein. And this is my familar, Lucius." The taller and olded man says from where he sits behind his desk. His black hair is greying, but his gray eyes are just as striking as Professor Crewel's were. His wearing a black suit under long maroon robes from what you can see. Attached to his collar is a white jabot, with a turquoise pendant tying it off.

On his desk sits a chubby, grumpy looking black cat with long fur. He has a white muzzle, chest, and tail-tip, and shiny golden eyes. The cat makes a calm, "Mrrrrroooow." And you immediately want to snuggle it.

You have a massive soft spot for cute things. Especially Pokémon and it seems as well as the "animals" in this world. You think Grim is cute as well, but the cat-monster would most likely try to claw your eyes out if you snuggled him.

You seem to be the only one eager here. You love history, and hope it will be as interesting as when Professor Raifort teaches. I mean, the woman was cool enough to let you go find and catch the Treasures of Ruin. You have a good relationship with history in general, to be honest.

"You are here to learn the rich history of magic," Professor Trein explains, "And how it has sculpted the world you now so easily take for granted. I grade on classroom behavior as well as the quality of work. Don't let me catch you sleeping."

"Mrrrooow..." Lucius yawns which sets off a chain reaction of every student except you, Grim, Moonstone, and Ogerpon yawning.

"Now, let's open our books to page fifteen. This section concerns Magestones discovered in the Dwarf's Mine."

You flip open the book Professor Trein handed you when you walked in, as Ace stifles a yawn and Deuce looks like he can barely keep his eyes opens. Most other students aren't fairing much better than your two friends with staying conscious.

"Fascinating... Dwarf's Mine... mmm, mmm... magical energy..." You gently smack Deuce in the face to wake him back up. It doesn't work.

"Maaaan..." Grim groans as he sits down in annoyance on the desk. "When do we get to classes were we blow things up with magic?"

"Patience." You scold the cat, rolling your eyes a bit. You're the only reasonable person in this school, you swear...

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"I'm Coach Vargas, and physically education your feeble little bodies is my responsibility."

You and several other students (as well as Ace and Deuce) are standing outside on a sunlit field. Everyone except you is in P.E. clothes. You're wearing a white tanktop and shorts as your PE clothes are still a work in progress.

You stare at the Coach in a slight stunned shock. He's built like Eri, except Eri is an amazing person and you love hanging out with her.

You focus your attention on Vargas. He's a tall and broad man, with an impressive masculine frame. His dark brown hair is slicked back in a pompadour-esc style and blue eyes that give away just how cocky he is, along with a thin beard lining his face. As the school's P.E. teacher (which you can guess is sort of like Professor Dendra, Pomelo Academy's Battle Studies teacher) he wears a whistle around his neck, along with black athletic pants and a red jacket with gold stripes. He also seems to have a golden arrow-shaped bracelet around his left wrist, with a blood-like red point.

"Great sorcery begins with a great physique! Behold the muscles you can build with a diet of raw eggs!" He says as he flexes his muscles.

You mean... yes Chansey eggs are amazing. But they're better cooked... he needs therapy to be honest.

"A great mage needs great physical constitution! So gimme twenty laps and a hundred push-ups!"

You're not a mage but... okay! This should be easy. You're good at exercising, though it's not your favorite.

Everyone starts jogging around the track, giving you stunned looks as you easily outspeed everyone. This is easy to be honest, why do people look so shocked and aren't going reasonably fast?

Weirdos...

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You hum to yourself as you walk through the courtyard to your next class with the group, Grim walking next to you with his arms crossed. Deuce is trying to decipher your guy's next class on his phone. "Let's see... our next class is..."

Ace groans angrily. "This so called "magical academy" feels a lot like a lame, ordinary school. It's not exactly what I expected, but at least this collar won't be much of a problem after all. You with me on that, Grim?"

You and Ace look behind you, realizing Grim is gone. "Oh dear Arceus no..." You groan out, "Where'd el pequeño gato de fuego go?"

You three look around, Moonstone's ears pinning down in annoyance, as Deuce spots something and points. "Hey, look! I just saw a ball of fur running away from us!"

You look over and see Grim bolting away. "No way am I puttin' up with this boring routine day in and day out! I'm Grim, sorcerer prodigy, and I don't need no one to teach me how to blow stuff up!"

"He's cutting class on his first day?" You ask in disbelief. "I hate hurting others purposefully in an antagonistic way, but I really want to punt the cat now..."

Deuce shakes his head. "Boy, that guy is not a fast learner..."

"Not a good look to lose your only student on your first day as a prefect." Ace sighs and looks at you casually. "Want help catching him?"

"Oh? Sure, thank you." You smile with a nod.

Ace puts a hand to his chin while smirking. "I do love the chocolate croissants at the co-op..."

"...what?" You ask as Moonstone quirks a brow.

Deuce grins, apparently catching onto what Ace is implying, as he leans towards you. "I'd do it for an iced latte at the cafeteria..."

It hits you and you glower. "Oh come on, you dorks! Eh, screw it... I'll just do it myself with my Pokémon! Poni, c'mon, let's go catch that cat!"

You and Ogerpon run after Grim, and Deuce yelps. "Ack- Y/N- wait!"

Ace widens his eyes. "...that didn't work. C'mon Loosey-Deucey, after her!"