Talk to Tyler on the Tedy route, F
From Create Your Own Story
Your trio sat patiently at your worn wooden desk, the scent of aged parchment and ink lingering in the air. As the teacher pulled down a chalkboard with a screech that made them wince, they listened calmly to her request for volunteers for the transfiguration example. The room remained silent, the tension thickening as eyes darted nervously away from the imposing figure at the front.
"Come on," Tyler whispered, her voice barely audible as she nudged your arm. You could feel the warmth of her touch through the thin fabric of your shirt, a pleasant contrast to the coolness of the stone walls surrounding you. Her mischievous grin hinted at a shared secret between the two of you. With a playful grin, you punched Alex gently in his firm bicep, making him chuckle quietly.
"Alright, alright," he muttered, amusement dancing in his eyes. "For my favorite girls." He winked at both of you before rising from the creaking chair, his tall, lean frame casting a shadow over the sunlit classroom. As Alex strolled up to the front, his steps confident and deliberate, the room seemed to hold its breath. His charisma was undeniable, drawing every eye toward him as they awaited his next move. The teacher observed him cautiously, assessing whether his intent was genuine or merely another attempt at outsmarting her.
"Ready when you are, Professor," Alex said, his tone lighthearted yet respectful. The teacher nodded, her stern expression softening ever so slightly. She began to guide him through the transfiguration process, her voice even and measured.
"Focus your energy on the object, visualize its transformation clearly in your mind," she instructed, watching him intently. Alex's brow furrowed in concentration, his emerald eyes locked onto the small wooden figurine before him.
"Like this?" he asked, his voice dripping with sarcasm as the figurine morphed into a perfect replica of the teacher. The class erupted in laughter, their earlier tension melting away in the face of Alex's playful defiance.
You couldn't help but smile, a sense of pride swelling within you as you admired your friend's quick wit and natural talent. He didn't stop there, plucking the figurine between his fingers and tossing it into the air, everyone fascinated as the figure swirled into a sphere. When he threw it a second time, the object was a stern looking Mr Johnson with large ears and a tail. The professor was pinching her brown between her fingers. She hadn't even been able to get too the actual lesson, Alex wasn't supposed to be able to do it so easily.
With everyone distracted, you capitalize on the chance to write your note to Tyler:
