Editing Failing Witch:Volume2 Episode4 (section)

===Part 2===

“C’mon, Viocia, your hair’s a mess.”

“Ugh…”

“Look after your lips too. Hee hee. And the fingernails are surprisingly noticeable, so you need to care for them too.”

“That’s enough, all of you! I’m going to be late for prep school!!”

It was early morning.

Viocia Modestlucky had gone downstairs to wash her face before heading out to her prep school when the older dancers started toying with her. If she wasn’t careful, she would end up their dress-up doll. They wouldn’t stop calling her cute, but coming from those sexy young women showing off so much skin, it only left short and uncurvy Viocia’s pride in tatters.

Their leader Olivia was sleepy after finally finishing her work, but she clapped her hands to make the dancers scatter. And the woman who only felt drowsy when she heard the rooster crowing mumbled to Viocia.

“Yawwwn… About to head out for prep school? Kevin has a breakfast for you in the kitchen. We’re having the weekly floor cleaning done today, so the wax scent would ruin your appetite if you came back here.”

“Okay,” said Viocia with a nod and Dancer Olivia laughed and narrowed her eyes.

“Study hard so you can live up to your teacher’s expectations, Viocia. He agreed to be your tutor because he believes you can pass the entrance exam.”

“I know. I have him and I have Carraway Cs on your recommendation, so I’ll be fine!”

“None of us could do it, so we can’t look our instructors in the eye. Or him. So you need to keep working to make sure you don’t turn out like we did.”

“Mh! Stop talking like you’re a failure!!”

Viocia hated when Olivia did that, but she knew Olivia would only smile sadly no matter what she tried to say.

Dejected, Viocia made her way to the kitchen in the back and found a few breakfasts on the silver countertop. All of the dancers had worked through the night, but around half were eating and half had gone straight to bed.

Chef Kevin pointed at a seat with a big brush-like thing used to scoop up pasta.

“Viocia, you don’t have much time, right? If you don’t want those drunks to start trying to feed you their food, leave a two-chair-wide gap between you.”

“Oh, did you make soup pasta for breakfast today?”

“Here you go. If you want more, I can just add more noodles, so don’t drink all the soup.”

“Thanks!”

This was the food prepared for the employees after closing time, so it wasn’t considered rude to start eating before everyone had arrived. The pasta was already in Viocia’s bowl of soup, so waiting would only let them get soggy.

The refreshing soup pasta contained a lot of seafood and vegetables, so it was meant for the young women suffering from both alcohol and exhaustion. Viocia had seen in a witch potion reference book that clam broth was good for someone weakened by alcohol.

“There’s an extra chair. Did someone new join the breakfast group?”

“That seat is mine.”

“Huh? You’re leaving this early, Freynir?”

Viocia’s eyes widened when she noticed her new housemate was wearing her street clothes this early in the morning. The elf herself watched expressionlessly as Kevin plopped some noodles into a bowl of soup.

Then Moloch, who usually spent all her time in the kitchen, approached Viocia.

The giant macho bronze statue held something out to her.

It was a small cloth package.

“Moloch, can you make box lunches on your own now!?”

“Moo!” she roared.

This was a homemade lunch, not an instant witch recipe.