Happy April Fools? A KOTLC fanfic

Chapter 1

It was Fitz. Her friend, cognate, and... something else that she didn't want to get ahead of.

Her face flushed in embarassment, realizing that even though she didn't send him flying, his stuff definitely did. She quickly picked up his notes, careful as to not leave a mark on the papers. "I'm really sorry about that," she repeated, avoiding his eye.

"It's alright," Fitz told her as he gave her a light shoulder pat. "Just... remember not to run in the hallways. You were lucky that it was me, but you and someone else could've gotten hurt."

He sounded like a nagging teacher back in the Forbidden Cities, but of course Sophie wouldn't tell him that. Finally, Fitz asked the most important question. "Why were you running, anyway?"

"Oh, it's a long- wait, actually not. But-" before she could say another word, a familiar voice shook the both of them.

"Foster! You can run but you can't hide!" He shout-sang. "I can feel your emotions~"

"And that," Sophie said, pointing a finger to the corner she just came from "is the gist of it. I'll see you later!

"Wait-" Fitz's plea went unnoticed as Sophie ran before Keefe could even reach the corner.

"Damn, she's fast. Hi, Fitzy!" Keefe quickly waved at Fitz's direction as he continued to chase her.

"Keefe!" Fitz shouted. "Class is going to start- nevermind. He's going to ditch it anyway."

The bell rang as soon as both of them were out of sight, leaving a very confused Fitz who just shrugged it off for now.

"*°."*°♡°*".°*"

Sophie may have made it out alive of that goose chase run, but her hair wasn't spared any mercy during her Elementalism session. It's not that she particularly cares about it, but it was too attention-seeking not to care about it.

If anyone tried to take a guess, it would be that she had a showdown with a guster and lost in a not-so-fashionable manner. The criticism of a certain elf would be the last thing she wanted to hear that time

"Stop!" Sophie had to stop Biana before any words spilled out of her lips, or else it would take them the whole lunch session. "It's not as bad as it looks-"

"Because it is worse, honey."

"You never really filter your words, huh?"

"I mean! Look at this!" Biana pulled out a compact mirror and faced it infront of her. "What. is. that?"

"It's hair, thank you very much." Sophie sarcastically replied, putting down Biana's mirror as she grimaced at what she saw. "It's an original by the way, by yours truly."

Biana had to laugh at that response, seeing as how her hair makes anything she do be a joke. "Well, girl to girl advice, take the salon and not the elementalism class for a better outcome."

"Noted," Sophie sighed as she touched her hair once again. It really was worse than it looks like, everything was stiff and frizzy at the same time. "Actually, I decided that only you should see me like this. Do you perhaps have...?"

"You ask and I shall provide!" Biana mumbled some inaudible words and a couple of elixirs fall right into her palm. "So, which one?"