I stared at the enormous array of food, most of which were strange things I had never seen before. I didn’t really consider myself a picky eater, but some of the things on the table made my stomach turn over. However, there was a cake-like dish directly in front of me, with a red wobbly substance and what appeared to be cream, that looked edible. I wondered what it was. However, one of my neighbors was a third-year, who was talking to her friends and clearly ignoring me, and the tall, pale, dark-haired boy seated to my right looked extremely unfriendly. But since he was clearly a first year, I decided to ask him. There was no way I was going to go without food- it was AMERICA. I poked him.
“Excuse me…… you wouldn’t happen to know what this is, would you?” He looked disdainfully at me.
“Trifle.” I waited for him to elaborate, but he didn’t say anything else. So I poked him again.
“What’s trifle?” He glared at me this time (I thought it was a glare, but it was hard to tell because his face hardly moved).
“It’s cake. With jelly and cream.” I thought about this for a moment.
“What’s jelly?” His expression this time was ‘are-you-fucking-serious. (Expressed only through a narrowing of the eyes). I had learned how to swear from listening to the redhead named Briar, I think, because that’s what had been pouring out of his mouth for the last several minutes.
“Just eat it.” I shrugged, and proceeded to try some.
“It’s good!” He was ignoring me again. So I poked him.
“What?” If looks could kill, I would have expired then and there. No, I would have been tortured, eviscerated, and then killed. But, since looks couldn’t kill, I still had more questions.
“What’s your name?”
“Gareth.” I grinned.
“Nice to meet you! I’m Amber. I’m from Korea. You have an English accent. Are you from England? Is trifle an English dessert?” This time he stared at me in disbelief.
“Is it possible for you to stop talking?” My smile grew enormously.
“No.”
Sadly, at that point both headmasters stood, and the dishes vanished. The lights dimmed again.
“We would like to announce a few… rules.” Azami’s smirk was frankly terrifying. Milaek grinned as well, showing her dangerous-looking teeth again.
“First. We will know if you disobey us, and you will not enjoy the consequences.” Someone gulped audibly.
“Second. Training is mandatory. Quite frankly, we do not care what sort of a background you come from. You will learn to control and use your powers.”
“Third. Don’t bruise each other too badly outside of class.
Also, the first-years dormitories have been decorated according to your individual preferences.” In unison, they chuckled.
“We hope you enjoy Skeleton Keys.”
And with that, they vanished.
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