#rsa!mobs

1st day Full Moon (Jack Howl x fem!mc)

2nd day Beautiful person (Neige LeBlanche x fem!mc)

3rd day Arranged incident (Jade Leech x fem!MC)

4th day Unexpected savior (Leona Kingscholar x fem!mc)

5th day Bet (Lilia Vanrouge x fem!mc)

6th day Night companion (Malleus Draconia x fem!mc)

7th day Party (First years x fem!mc)

8th day Hunt (Rook Hunt x fem!mc)

9th day Stroll (Vil Schoenheit x fem!mc)

10th day Surveying (Ace Trappola x fem!mc)

11th day In the library (Epel Felmier x fem!mc)

12th day Trick (Floyd Leech x fem!mc)

14th day Your fault (Azul Ashengrotto x fem!mc)

15th and 16th day New acquaintance (rsa!mob Aro x fem!mc)

18th day Anniversary (Deuce Spade x fem!mc)

19th day Not Bad (Idia Shroud x fem!mc)

20th day and 21st Incident at ball (Vil Schoenheit x fem!mc)

22nd day Old habits (Riddle Rosehearts x fem!mc)

23rd day Lost one (Ruggie Bucchi x fem!mc)

"Dame Aurore! What lucky we are to behold you the very first on this day!" You haven't seen Rook yet, but he does. He greeted you with a familiar smile, a hat on his head and a deliberately joyful tone that clearly does not fit into the atmosphere.

Everything would be fine, but you was hooked on the word "we". Looking around, you saw Vil standing near the door, who was examining you with a displeased look from toe to waist - as far as the window would allow - and assessing how much work he had to do. A significant cough in hand brought you back to reality, in which you hurriedly threw something on you and went to open the door.

The next few hours merged in your head into one multi-colored, expensive perfume smelling, heap. You were ready to bet at how few people and you in your world too could afford such expensive a stylist. You involuntarily remembered how often you heard as Epel complained about life in Pomefiore. Well, now you fully understand what he meant.

"Where did you get this?" Asked Vil, looking into the top drawer of the bedside table by the mirror.

"Epel lended me.." Completely immersed in your thoughts, you did not immediately understand what exactly Schoenheit had in mind. The realization that you just set up your best friend came suddenly. Slowly turning your head, you decided to look at Vil through the mirror. "I mean... I wondered what beauty stuff are used in Pomefiore, so I asked Epel. He nobly gave me some of his.."

The unreadable face of the model and the quiet chuckle from his vice-head instantly leave you speechless. You just sincerely hoped that after the party you could apologize to Felmier for the hole you just dug for him yourself. Further preparations took place in deathly silence, broken by Grimm's panting. You once again envied the cat, who could afford to sleep in such a situation. Or feel a little sympathy for the him attracted the attention of the hunter.

Unable to restrain yourself, your gaze fell again on the notorious box lying on the windowsill. The Vil working on your hair could not help but notice the trajectory of your gaze, and how often you looked in that direction. Unbeknownst to you, he signaled to Hunt, who immediately left the sleeping animal, turned to you.

"Mon!" You had to give Rook his due, he could scare anyone. Even Schoenheit, who knew that the hunter would throw out something noisy. "Dame Trickster at the peak of popularity! Considering how often a lady glances at the box, can I take the honor and take into account the fact that this is a gift from someone special?" The blond waved his hands to the show, expressing surprise, and then with a smile turned so you could see him in the reflection.

"Haha.." to be honest, such a reaction seemed strange and feigned to you yourself, but now you could not help with it. “Unfortunately, the contents of this box and its sender are far from my expectations."

"A present from the silver-haired puppy who has recently begun to tag after you?" Asked Vil, returning your head to its original position and continuing to braid.

"Not really," you even froze for a while. The style of the phrase was very different from the image you formed about the head of Pomefiore. Meeting your eyes in the mirror with Vil, you continued the phrase you started. "If it was from him, I would not attach so much importance to the gift."

"Ara, an interesting conclusion," the model's face continued to remain impenetrable, but something slipped in intonation and inspired fear. "In that case, from who is it from, since the potato is on edge?"

Unable to contain yourself, you snorted in annoyance. You definitely didn't like which way the conversation went. You may not like the overall situation, but it was clearly not Schoenheit`s deal. Probably, everything was reflected on your face, as Hunt intervened.

"Your outfit is not finished yet, but one glance is enough to make it impossible to look away! Beautiful Vil, your skills are beyond doubt! However, no matter how talented the artist is, such an amazing result would not have been possible without the beauty of the Lady!"

Sighing wearily, you heard the head of Pomefiore sigh in the same way behind. To Rook's credit, the unpleasant tense atmosphere dissipated a little, because you was more willing to answer.

"From his friend - a brunette - if I remember correctly. You may have seen him." Mentally, you noted that they could not help but notice him. Considering that Adonis in comparison to their trio spoke most often. After Justin-Silver, of course. "We talked a little in the studio, when Mr. Hunter," you could not resist an offended glance in the direction of the blond. "finally remembered me and decided to leave the hiding place."

Noticing that Schoenheit glanced at his deputy, clearly saying "we'll talk about it later," you liked it a little. In the end, you promised yourself to tell Vil about Hunt, who left you to deal with two "princes". This a little made you happy and brightened up your complete lack of mood. However, one question has worried you for a long time: the arrival of Vil can be regarded as a hint that he will go with you or he just came to save himself from a future heart attack?

"We will go with you," as if, having read your thoughts, the head Pomefiore answered, or it was written on your forehead. Whether can this is reflected on the face or not is another question. "However, I will leave in a few hours as I have shooting. However, Rook volunteered to accompany you all day."

Having mumbled something inaudible in response, you were glad that you were not alone on the battlefield. However, would unlikely that the Academy would "scarier" than the NRC, but a little caution never hurts.

To be honest, deep inside you didn’t want to believe in what was happening until the very last moment. When you was picking up an invitation from a pair of white doves. When Vil with the Hunt came. When you have moved to the other end of the island. The realization that everything is real came only when you passed the gates of the Academy.

The atmosphere around the school was completely different from what you are used to. If the College gave the impression of an ancient haunted castle, then the Academy was like a palace from fairy tales. The delicate lilac walls of the building with blue tower roofs evoked a pleasant sense of tranquility. Slightly frowning, Schoenheit did not share your feelings. He clearly liked his own dorm better.

"Oh, Vi-kun, you are here too!" A clear voice rang out, which calmed your nerves, made Hunt happy and made Vil barely poke at the same time. "I could not even hope that you, too, would decide to come! I`m really lucky to decide helping with the preparations!" Then the young man turned to you with a smile, taking your hand and continuing to chatter. "For several days Justin did not find a place for himself `cause excitement. I am sure many lost count, how many times he checked everything up and down!" Completely not noticing how Vil was looking at him, Neige in his style pulled you in an unknown direction. "You should see it with your own eyes!"

Raising your eyes to the azure sky, on which there was not a single cloud, you allowed yourself to be pulled.

It's going to be such long day...