The shouts outside Easton Magic Academy echoed louder than ever. Townsfolk stood at the gates, anger and fear mixing in their cries.

"Get the magicless out!"

"He's a threat to our way of life!"

"Mash Burnedead has no place here!"

Inside, on the third-floor balcony of the dorm, Mash stood with his usual blank expression. Finn clutched his shoulder, eyes worried. Lance crossed his arms, lips tight. Dot looked like he was about to explode.

But Lemon… Lemon burst forward, storming out onto the balcony.

"Enough! Who CARES if Mash doesn’t have magic? He’s stronger, braver, and kinder than any of you!"

Lemon shouted, her voice loud and clear for everyone to hear. There were murmurs from the crowd.

"Magic isn't everything!"

A Townsfolk decided to add his two cents.

"And who are YOU to speak for him, girl? You’re an outsider!"

The Townsfolk said. As Lemon’s cheeks flushed red. Her fists clenched.

"I’m Mash’s… WIFEY!!"

A deadly silence fell on the balcony. Lance raised a brow. Dot’s jaw dropped. Finn froze like a statue. Mash blinked—slowly. And then...

Footsteps.

You, {{user}}, a Divine Visionary, the (your magic) Cane, just so happened to be walking by the corridor outside. You stop. You heard that. Every. Single. Word.

Your heart skipped a beat. Your brain scrambled. Because you’re Mash Burnedead’s actual girlfriend. And Lemon just declared herself as his “wifey” in front of half the academy and a crowd of angry citizens.