~ President of the Student Council - 2 ~

Their classes started after 1, and as time drawled out, Rizel grew more and more sleepy, almost falling asleep in front of the professor. And this professor was a tough one, he taught them etiquette lessons, and if his fierce gaze ever found anybody slouching, an electric rod would lash out from his hand and the amount of pain inflicted on the target would keep them miserable for an entire week.

The wooden furnished study hall was big enough for a few hundred students to sit together at one go, yet the only drawback seemed to be the amount of space given between each row, it would eventually be walked upon by the professors, and it gave the student no leniency to even slouch.

If here Rizel was dreading the class, Sora was in his own world, wondering how he was going to fish out the courage to go and interact with the Evening scholars. He wasn't afraid of them, but he also did not find them friendly.

Right before the classes had resumed, a senior from the potion batch had met with him and asked him to collect the names of those who were interested in the summer camp which would be held next month. The responsibility fell upon the Student council to arrange a list of names and forward it to the Activity department. Thus, the senior's visit wasn't uncalled for.

The main issue lied in Sora's thought process, he was really not eager to interact with a bunch of misfits.

Their campus, like many others, had two time tables, for two batches of students. The day scholars would be people like him, the enchanters, mages, witches, healers, dwarfs, elves, etc. While the evening scholars were the folks who came out at night. Werewolf, Vampire, Demons, Fairies, etc.

The day scholars studied from 8 to 4, while the evening scholars had their scheduled timetable from 5 to 1 at night.

Since Enchanters were more ordinary, and in majority, their value was greatly degraded and they were often made fun of. And the evening scholars were nasty creatures, they were too oppressive and their hearts were dark.

To even speak to them, very few in the day scholar batch had the courage to do so. And since he was a president, it would be very shameful to get ridiculed by the evening community.

"...Sora, what do you say the answer would be?"

Hearing his name getting called, Sora's attention snapped on the black board at the front, where the professor had written a few heavy words of wisdom.

He had been lost in thoughts so he wasn't aware of what the question had been, and his mind supplied that the professor was also well aware of it.

Sighing he hung his head and got up to bow, "I am sorry Professor Meng, I did not hear the question, my mind has been heavy with slight sickness since morning."

Lying was an art he was good at, and after years of practice, he was very assured that his words were effective, it even earned him a few looks of sympathy form his fellow batch mates.

And as suspected, due to his track record and performance since the past year, the professor took pity on him, "Since that seems to be the case," he spoke gently, his gaze softer, "I will overlook the matter, but if you do the same mistake again, be prepared for the punishment."

Sora nodded and without further show, sat back down as the professor continued with the lessons.

What he didn't know was that a girl sitting behind him was rather clever and had seen through his act. The girl clenched her fist angrily and huffed, in her mind she was wondering why such a person would be so respected, her Vampire boyfriend was right, the new president was nothing but a con artist.

Her boyfriend did tell her how he hated Sora, but she had been doubtful, however, after seeing the falseness of his, she thought she had made a mistake earlier.

It would have been nothing, since she knew people lied and cheated all the time, so such practice was not really a big deal, but before the professor had called Sora, he had targeted her first, and when she wasn't able to answer correctly, he had asked her to stay back, so that he could give her a lashing.

The professor was very strict, so a lashing would be given to anyone who would fail to answer his question, be it a girl or a boy, but what made her mad, was the treatment he gave Sora. What was about Sora that even the strictest of professor would melt into a puddle?

Her humiliation was nothing to laugh at, it was surely biased.

And Sora, who was still in his own musings, wasn't able to catch the malice directed at him.

~~

The sun was slowly turning red when the classes ended and the students were relieved.

Sora and Rizel had met their masters before the class started, so they didn't have any new tasks set upon them. The only eye sore was the white blank page folded in his palm into a small chit. It was fluttering even when they crossed a particularly airy bridge that connected the second block to the first one.

"Do you need me for anything or should I go?" Rizel asked Sora, hinting at a permission to leave, it was very obvious how tired he was.

So Sora took pity on him, "You can go, just tell me if any member of the council is free."

Since Rizel was also part of the council, his position was also revered by many people, so he was always aware of who was where, or who was doing what at what time. And it was convenient for Sora, since their academy didn't allow internet, phones and cables, the only other way of communication was rumors, letters, mouth to mouth verbal news and direct meet up.

"At this time every council member would be busy with their own chores, but if you want I can arrange someone to help you out."

"I want someone to make a visit to the evening dorm and list down the names of those who would want to do summer camp." Sora spoke the matter briefly, despite knowing that no council member was courageous enough to do that.

The disparity between the Day Scholars and the Evening scholars was huge.

"I don't think anyone would be willing on their own," Rizel stuttered, clearly turning pale, "But if you order them..." he left the sentence blank, but his words were clear.

If Sora wanted to enforce his will, the members would acknowledge him, but if he did not do that, nobody had the guts to actually step foot into the evening scholar dorm.

Sora had an inkling as to what will happen if he went there by himself, his status as a president would surely be ridiculed, but if he tagged along with someone, he would first have to force the person to go with him. No matter what angle he took, the future didn't look bright.

"Rizel," he stated the name knowing his friend already knew what the call was for.

"Yes," a quivery voice spoke back.

Sora wasn't evil, but at the moment he felt like Rizel was really cursing him to hell, "Don't be afraid, they will listen to you, you just have to go, take down the names, or give the list to someone to sort out the names. You know that if I go there alone then my name would be tarnished."

Rizel knew, however he was feeling rather unhappy with the sacrificial arrangement.

"You do know that no matter what they think, a president's work is never questioned?"

Rizel wasn't one to cower, but he had seen all sorts of things in the evening dorms, and he wasn't willing to experience it again.

Sora sighed in his mind, since most seniors were his rivals, the ones in his council were like him, young and junior. Their energy cores weren't fully developed and so their reasons for fearing the evening scholars were well given.

The academy had rules for everything, but internal matter between the students were often ignored.

"Then I will go there alone," Sora stated, coldly facing the path ahead, "You can have your leave."

This is what Sora wanted to end, his own subordinates feared the evening community, and even if he would order them around, the fear wouldn't disperse so easily.

Whatever the case, he decided to suck up his pride and go.