Warning: There be a good amount fluff ahead. And the mentioning of demonkitty impending doom.

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"Sebastion- what is that?" an agitated young rabbit breathed, his voice lightly dipped in poison. Not that it would phase the purple lynx fidgeting side to side in front of his desk. No, he was too stubborn. Or oblivious; half the time Variel couldn't care to discern.

Sebastion wiggled nervously, his fingers anxiously clenching the white bundle in his hands a bit tighter.

"Homework."

"Yes- homework. Homework that was graded earlier today."

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The students under Variel's mentoring were all currently tackling the tricky studies of pallidkin-- murky anomalies classified with terms relative to minor demonology. Pallidkin are mostly known for their lack of physical manifestation, rendering them not much more than playful wraiths.

Until bound to an organic being.

Variel had eyed each of his pathetically frightened students as they presented their binding spells. Clumsy. So, so many of them are so, so bad at this, he would sigh inwardly. What majority of them were NOT accidentally killing the hosts by streaming too little control over its vitals as the possession took place, were streaming too much.

It was not fun, no, very much not, having to comb small meaty chunks of a tortoiseshell hare out of his fur. He wasn't sure if the student had used a rabbit as some cruel joke, or just genuinely was a failure. He sighed afterward. Topic for contemplation: sign release scrolls for Nieran. He belongs in the lower ranking squalor.

When the time came for Sebastion to draw up his homework studies for presentation, Variel expected to need another bath, already preparing his sensitive ears for the sharp exploding schplop!. The timid boy carried a look of determination however. He was going to impress his senpai With small, shaking hands that were ever so careful, he produced a tiny snowy kitten, and set it on the pedestal before the raised dais his mentor's desk loomed upon. Heart beats drumming in his ears resounded even more loudly in his head as silence draped across the room. Closing his eyelashes gently, he concentrated.

Care for the vitals... not too much, not too little, or this can go bad. Concentrate; find the little soul, gently... gently... guide to the host.

Reaching out with the arcane resonance residing in him, he slowly worked his way mentally towards the shadowy, vague figure summoned before him. Like a father holding the hand of his child, he calmly led the creature towards the paralyzed kitten.

Sebastion opened his eyes. The feline on the pedestal had a look of stunned stiffness. Quickly realizing what he succeeded in, he started to chant the bindings nervously but with purpose, until vivid green auroras started to flick out of the animal's huge orbs. The kitten spasmed and shook, suddenly regaining mobility and beginning to furiously lick it's pelt, as if ridding itself of some former conscious sticking to its pillowy fur. (In a way, it really was.)

Variel stood silently, waiting for the small spectacle to begin perishing, any signs of its vitals failing from shock. They waited. And waited. And then waited more, but the small little demon just sat contently upon its pedestal, admiring its new body.

So Variel sat.

"Next," he called out, disinterested in seeing any more of this creature.

Sebastion couldn't conceal most of his dejected expression at his mentor's dismissive behavior, though he was proud of his own accomplishment and smiled discreetly on the way back to his desk, furry pallidkin in tow.

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And now we come back to here.

The rabbit had put aside the current stack of parchment he was working on to give the lynx his full icy attention, one hand resting on his leaning cheek. Sebastion's skin tingled from the hare's captivating glare. He coughed quietly to mentally shake himself of it.

"I-I know you wanted us to-"

"Dispose of your projects? But let me guess, as you're so adorably predictable."

"I-"

"You want to keep a dangerous, volatile demon in this institution simply because of the fact that you're too weak to resist the allure of something so innocent and 'cute' looking, in your more plebeian terms."

"Y-yes!" Sebastion stammered without thinking, grasping for purchase before his mentor had more time to embarrass him.

He watched as the man's eyebrow shot up at his dumb reply.

"You really are stupid."

"W-what?" Sebastion choked, not expecting such a blunt retort.

Variel leaned back in his chair, grimacing indiscriminately at the small pop from sitting in one position for too long.

"It can't be left alive, Sebastion," he said in a surprisingly sympathetic tone. The boy's pouting look must have been getting to him. Damn it. And what was I saying just a few moments ago about being swayed by cute looks?

"It may not look like danger on the surface, but I assure you, what you're holding so delicately before yourself is deadly. Listen to me Sebastion, if all one has to do to get by you is look innocent, I worry about not only the school's safety, but-..."

He stopped himself, almost embarrassed at that slip. No, if he's to be a tutor of a craft so dangerous, he has to be authoritative. "Give it to me, I'll dispose of it. It won't feel a thing, I promise."

Sebastion stared at the floor tiles for a good while, the soft creature looking up at him with a small mew. Its eyes almost screamed "How could you let him do this to me?", and it made liquid rise to his eyes with a stinging pain.

The silence between the two was thick.

Then ever so slowly, feet shuffled across the floor, and the exchange of the mewling creature was silent. Variel took the animal deposited in his hands and gently placed it in a small cage for later disposal. He turned to regain his space sitting at his desk, but let out a soft "oomph" as a warm bundle collided with his stomach.

"What-"

"Don't let it hurt, please. I know it's a dangerous creature, but-!"

"Let. Go of me." Variel growled dangerously, though the threat behind it fell on deaf ears as the fingers clenching the back of his robe only dug in tighter.

"Promise me."

Variel stood stiff as a board. Both from contemplation on what to say, and shock that his student had the nerve to do what no one had ever considered less they fear death. And now he was asking, no, DEMANDING, him to do something.

"..... I promise. So long as you're not this annoying when we decide what replacement this 'pet' of yours should be. Anything's better really I suppose than having you mope so grossly about-"

The sound in response that came from his student made him cringe. Sebastion sprang up and down in a childish way, squealing girlishly in delight.

"Thank you thank you thank you!" he sang in excitement and relief. It bewildered Variel even more, and for once he only stared with wide eyes at this fast transition of emotion this boy displayed. He shook his head physically.

"Stop! Just- don't- ugh, stop whatever you're doing this instant. That- sound, I can't stand it."

"Happiness, sir?"

"YES, that, shut up."

"Y-yes master Variel!" Sebastion complied, still grinning and swaying back and forth on his feet.

Disgusting. Variel thought, as he lightly swished his fingers through the boy's feathery hair on the way out, gesturing for him to follow along the way to the market in search of a more permanent pet.

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So yey, kind of embarrassed as I never post my writing anywhere, but here you guys go, it's not like anyone reads this shit :u. I should be working on a presentation right now, but whatever. OC ships. Also Variel isn't an old man (if confused about the whole boy/man nouns used) it's just he's in a position of authority towards Sebastion and I can't call him a boy but also a mentor without it sounding weird.