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"I call to order this meeting of Housewardens and staff. Today on the agenda concerns the October spelldrive tournament. Let us begin with the report from the head of the tournament committee: Azul Ashengrotto of Octavinille house."

"Greetings everyone I am very honored to be planning this tournament and lead the planning committee."

M/n stood against the wall bored and basically zoning out the conversation. He had been to this meeting last year and he still didn't understand the sport or the huge things the school did for it. Not like he wanted to understand anyway.

"I am very pleased to announce that we are fully booked for the grounds surrounding the colosseum. All of the kiosk spaced allotted to both internal and external businesses and organizations are now full."

"Sweet! So, this tournament should be a lively one then!" Kalim chimed in. Azul smiled at the boy and continued.

"All invitations have been sent out to various royals and the public tickets have been selling nicely. And, as in past years, we have been receiving requests to cover the event from both television stations and print media."

"So cool! It sounds like the whole world will be watching. Before I was admitted here, I was waiting for my VIP invite every year. I imagine you got some too Leona. We may have even run into each other when we were kids."

"Don't know. And don't care." Kalim pouted and stayed quiet.

"This year I'll have to work extra hard on my makeup to make sure I am shining like a diamond on the displays. With all the exertions I'll need to be touching it up constantly." Vil frowned to himself, and Riddle sighed.

"House Pomefiore is the only dorm that regularly calls for timeouts to fix their makeup..."

"How can you guys be so excited for this? The thought of being on TV makes me want to throw up..." Idia's soft voice came from the floating tablet. Azul glared and cleared his throat.

"As I was saying. As soon as your dorms rosters are settled, I'll need your registration documents. Any dorm that is even a single day late-" Riddle raised his hand and interrupted Azul.

"Will be promptly disqualified I trust?"

"No. They will be given a handling fee. Think of it as a punishment for the rush processing."

"What?! I don't approve of you changing the rules to allow for policy exceptions!" Kalim smiled and spoke again.

"Well, I am really glad for that. I couldn't be more grateful."

"Let's try to stay on topic please. We need to discuss tournament brackets. I have an idea to propose." Everyone raised their eyebrow at their headmaster.

"And that would be?"

"It concerns the Diasomnia housewarden. I think we should induct Mr.Draconia into the hall of fame. To keep him off the field entirely." Everyone looked at the man like he was crazy.

"Say what?"

"What are you on about now?" Leona glared.

M/n waited until the room was completely quiet. Then he spoke for the first time that meeting.

"Before everyone starts losing their heads, why do this? I think he's fine to play. He's not hurt or anything so why?" They nodded and looked at Crowley for an explanation.

"Ever since Mr.Draconia has been enrolled here not a single house has scored a point against Diasomnia. Diasomnia had scored at least 100 points per game with 90% being from Mr.Draconia himself."

"Now that you mentioned it, when we faced them last year it felt completely futile."

"The dude totally breaks the game..its like he's got cheat codes enabled.."

"Amusement is not the only goal of this tournament. Out hope is that spectators will come see all the new coming mages play. However..Recently matches have been ending without anyone, excluding Mr.Draconia, using magic. Its his whole team too. And that's hardly fair."

"I'm all for it. Getting stomped on isn't exactly fun for us either.."

"Dire and Shroud. I still fail to see how this is a problem. I mean, to me its just a game. And if anyone is rendered immobile then that's who shouldn't play. I think all of you are just a bunch of sore losers. That's the conclusion coming out of this conversation. Also its quite rude to talk about someone when their not here. Have you even asked what he thinks yet? I'm going to assume that you didn't only because HE'S NOT HERE."

"Dottore please calm down and let me explain. I HAVE already asked and he agreed. Now all that's left is the committees approval."

"Well my answer is no."

Crowley sighed and looked at the other housewardens for their answers. All of them stayed silent except for a certain beastman.

"So your saying that we need a handicap. Well listen and listen well teach, There isn't anything that I hate more then someone tellin' me that I can't win before I even begin to put up a fight."

"That wasn't my intention-"

"Then what is? First of all spelldrive isn't a game about power. Its what's up here in your head." Kalim pouted again.

"I'm pretty sure my head can't beat Malleus's.."

"I don't doubt that. But mine can. Sure in a battle of brute force no one can beat him. But in wits, that's where I come in. The King of Beasts won his throne but cunning and persistence. You all should be wracking your brains tryin' to find a way to beat this monster! Which ever team figures that out is going to be sitting real pretty on the world stage. Are you going to let a huge chance slip away just like that?" 

Vil nodded his head in agreement.

"For once I agree with the lion. He's making perfect sense. This plan is utter nonsense. It REEKS of unconscious bias on your part. And I despise that kind of thing."

"I am in complete agreement with Housewarden Vil. As one of the..better mages here, I refuse to go down without a fight."

"Without Rosehearts' little spout of narcissism. It makes perfect sense. I admire the ambition." M/n smirked. Though he thought that there was no way that they could stand a chance against Malleus, it speaks still nice to see the confidence that they had in themselves. Deep down it reminded him of himself.

"I think we have our answer Dire. Lets shut down the hall of fame idea shall we?"

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Two students from Heartslabyul were walking down the stairs just chatting happily about the tournament. When one of them started to feel light headed. Then in seconds he fell down the flight of stairs. He yelled in pain.

"Owww my ankle.."

"Oh dude what did you just do? Nevermind, we gotta get you to the nurses office." The second boy asked.

The the boy that wasn't injured slung his friends arm over his shoulder and they went as fast as they could to the infirmary. Sadly they didn't stay long enough to hear the erie laughter that followed after their accident. 

"Shishishishishi~"

Little did anyone know there was going to be a lot more injuries that night.

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            ƬΣΛᄃΉΣЯƧ DӨЯMIƬӨЯY - M/П'Ƨ ЯӨӨM

Both M/n and Pantalone slept peacefully in M/n's room. That was until Crewel came pounding on the door. They woke up confused.

"I swear to the Archons if its that damn headmaster of yours Dottore." Pantalone got of the bed and rubbed his eyes, put on his glasses and opened the door to be faced to face with Crewel.

"Pantalone who's at the door?" M/n asked but got his answer when his heard Crewel's voice.

"Who are you? That doesn't matter, Dottore is needed inside the infirmary. Its a..emergency of sorts."

"I'm coming Divus.."

M/n stood up and lightly pushed Pantalone to get out of the door frame. Still in his night clothes he walked quickly to the infirmary with his friend. He didn't know just yet but his current "roommate" followed shortly after he was out the door. Once he got there his stomach filled with dread as he saw about 20 students inside waiting chairs and about ten more inside beds, poorly treated.

"Hey Divus, mind explaining why the hell my infirmary look like a hospital?!"