Chapter 7: Detention Demons & Magical Midterms

Chapter 7: Detention Demons & Magical Midterms

"Welcome… to Detention," Mordain said dramatically, standing in front of a black mirror that pulsed like it had opinions.

The "normal" girl blinked at it.

"Where's the room?"

"You're looking at it," Liana muttered, arms crossed. "This is a pocket dimension fueled by teen angst and improperly filed spell permits."

"Cool."

"Not cool. The last student came out with emotional baggage and a talking rash."

Mordain chuckled. "And a minor god complex. But that's mid-level stuff."

Inside the Detention Mirror

The girl stepped in. The mirror swallowed her with a schloop that sounded like guilt and espresso.

Immediately, she found herself in a classroom where:

The desks had teeth,

The chalk screamed when used,

And her reflection sat across from her, filing its nails with a dagger.

"Let's talk," her reflection said, smiling.

"Why?"

"Because you just cracked a sealed vault, awoke a forgotten prophecy, and drank from the Font of Forbidden Knowledge."

"Oh, that. That was an accident."

The reflection smirked. "Sure. And I'm a career counselor."

The room darkened.

Books whispered. Chairs shifted. Somewhere, a violin screeched a single, judgmental note.

Meanwhile, in the Staff Lounge…

Liana was reviewing midterm designs with a headache that could kill a small dragon.

"System. How do I write exams for students who might explode?"

[Use enchanted ink that auto-corrects trauma.]

"…And the one who summoned a pocket hell in alchemy class?"

[Give partial credit.]

The vampire student had submitted her exam in blood. Again.The demon girl had started an underground cheating ring (literal ring—on fire).The slime girl jazzed her way through spell theory. Literally.And someone replaced all multiple choice answers with "Your mom."

Liana wanted to scream.

Instead, she approved a multiple-tiered, magically reinforced midterm schedule, complete with:

Lava dueling pits

Cursed object identification blindfolded

And an essay prompt:"If you had to resurrect a god, which one, and why would it regret it?"

Back in Detention

The girl had survived five manifestations of guilt, two philosophical arguments with her other self, and a pop quiz that might've been a cursed Sphinx in disguise.

She emerged covered in dust, a little smarter, and possibly 10% more unholy.

Mordain clapped.

"You didn't scream once. I'm impressed. Also slightly afraid."

"Can I go now?"

"Sure. But detention will remember you."

"…That's not ominous at all."

End of the Week: Midterm Day

The bell rang—made of bone, of course—and students lined up in chaos, trembling, chanting, or sharpening wands.

"Headmistress," Mordain said. "I have high hopes."

"You mean low survival expectations."

"Tomato, tombstone."

Liana raised a hand, silencing the crowd.

"Midterms begin now. You've been warned. And if I catch anyone summoning demons for help again, you'll be scrubbing the fourth-dimensional toilets with a toothbrush."

The vampire girl hissed. The demon girl winked. The human girl smiled too politely.

Then the sky turned green.

"Oh gods," Liana muttered. "What now?"

The System chimed.

[Unstable prophecy resonance detected. Vault girl is... destabilizing the plane.]

"...It's Wednesday again, isn't it?"

End of Chapter 7