School Story of Wandering Witches : Arche's Daily Life

"Arche, you haven't followed my account yet?" Arthur asked, casually munching on a honey cake like he owned the bakery.

"What account?" I tilted my head, genuinely confused.

"My social media account!" he groaned, pulling out his phone and practically shoving it in my face.

"Ah, you're right." I nodded thoughtfully. "I haven't followed you because... I haven't installed it."

Arthur froze mid-chew, then sighed so dramatically he could've auditioned for a soap opera. "That's so you, Arche."

Before I could say anything, he snatched my phone off the table. "Hey, you cake-thieving thief! That's my phone!"

"Shut up and let me handle it," Arthur shot back, fingers already flying across the screen like some kind of tech wizard.

Within seconds, he had the app store open and was downloading social media.

"Here," he said, tossing the phone back at me with all the grace of a bad juggler.

"Step one: make an account. Step two: follow me. Step three: bask in my greatness."

I rolled my eyes but started the process. "Alright, first question… 'Date of birth'? Why do they need my date of birth? Are they planning my birthday party?"

Arthur nearly choked on his honey cake. "It's just to prove you're not underage, genius. Hurry up."

Grumbling, I filled in my birth date. But when it came to the year, my finger hovered. An idea sparked.

"What if I enter… 1452?"

Arthur stopped mid-bite, giving me the flattest look imaginable. "Are you trying to be Leonardo da Vinci?"

After entering my actual year of birth (reluctantly, I might add), the next prompt appeared. Username?

"Username?" I muttered aloud. 

"That's the name people will see when they look at your account," Arthur explained, as if I were a toddler learning to tie my shoes.

"Pick something cool. Something clever." 

Naturally, I typed in the only name that mattered: Arche.

Error: Username already taken. 

I froze. "What?! Who's using my name?!" My blood boiled as I slammed my hands on the table.

"Is someone out there pretending to be me? I demand justice!" 

Arthur was already laughing so hard, he almost dropped his honey cake.

"Relax! Your name isn't that unique. Just add a number or a special character. Problem solved." 

"Excuse me?!" I gasped. "You're saying my name is common? I'll have you know, my name is one-of-a-kind! A symbol of unparalleled greatness!" 

Arthur raised an eyebrow, clearly unimpressed. "Sure, Your Majesty Arche the Uncommon. But let's be real: if your name isn't rare, it's probably... basic." 

I jabbed a finger at him. "Oh yeah? If we're talking 'basic,' Arthur is the real offender here."

"Isn't your name on, like, every knight's roster in history?" 

Arthur's smile dropped. He crossed his arms, looking offended. "Hey, don't drag me into this! Arthur isn't basic; it's a classic! Timeless!" 

"Okay, okay. Sheathe your Excalibur and calm down, King of Classics." I waved him off. "I'll think of something better." 

"Nope." Arthur leaned back, hands behind his head. "I'm staying right here to supervise."

"Knowing you, you'll come up with something cringe-worthy like 'DarkKnight123' or 'CoolDudeArche' and hate yourself for it later." 

"I'm not bad at giving names, okay?" I defended myself, crossing my arms. "How about... Arche the Destroyer?" 

Arthur slapped his forehead so hard I thought he might leave a mark.

"That's... the cringiest name I've ever heard. Are you serious?" 

"Okay, okay, give me a second." I tapped my chin, pretending to think deeply. "The Black Swordsman?" 

He just stared at me like I'd grown a second head. "It's already taken, dude." 

"Alright, alright. What about... The Emerald Thief?" 

"Not in this world, buddy." 

"Master of Darkness?" 

Arthur groaned, waving his hand dismissively.

"Oh, sure, if you're competing in the Emo Username Olympics." 

"Arche the Shadow Killer?" 

"No. Just—no. You're embarrassing both of us now." 

"Ghost of Doom?" 

He buried his face in his hands, muttering something that sounded suspiciously like a prayer.

"You're just... digging this cringe hole deeper. I'm begging you. Stop." 

"Demon King?" 

Arthur threw his hands in the air.

"Demons, shadows, killers, doom?! Arche, are you trying to role-play as the villain of a B-tier fantasy novel?" 

I ignored him, fully committed to brainstorming. "Shadow Reaper… Blade of Midnight… Dragon Slayer… Night Stalker… Dark Crusader… The Grim Reaper… Ghost Rider—" 

"STOP!" Arthur interrupted, holding up a hand as if physically trying to block my words. He took a deep breath, visibly exhausted. 

"Arche," he said, voice dripping with pity, "you're not naming a boss in an edgy mobile game."

"You're naming yourself. Please, just... pick something normal." 

"Alright, smart guy, what's your username then?!" I snapped, still fuming over Arthur's relentless mockery of my name ideas. 

Arthur leaned back with a smug smirk, clearly enjoying my frustration. "Fine. My username is Arthur233_." 

I blinked. "Arthur233__? Really? That's the best you've got?" 

"It's because my birthday is on March 23rd," he explained with a huff, as if that somehow made it a masterpiece. 

I snorted. "Ugly as hell," I said, shaking my head in mock disappointment. 

Arthur gasped dramatically, clutching his chest like I'd just insulted his entire family lineage.

"How dare you! My username is infinitely better than your wannabe edgy villain names! At least it doesn't sound like a RPG boss!" 

I ignored him, turning my attention back to my phone.

My eyes landed on the parfait in front of me. Inspiration struck.

With a smug grin, I typed in my new username: ArcheLoveSweets.

Arthur glanced over, and to my surprise, he actually smiled.

"Okay, that one's... surprisingly good. It fits you. Simple, honest, and sweet. Like a parfait." 

"Obviously." I smirked, basking in my small victory. 

Then another prompt popped up on the screen. "Huh? What's this?" 

Arthur leaned closer. "That's for your profile picture."

"You have to upload a photo of yourself—or something that represents you." 

"And what's your profile picture?" I asked, curious. 

Arthur proudly held up his phone, showing me a serene photo of the sky. "See? Timeless. Classic." 

Before I could roast him for that painfully generic choice, the waiter returned with a tray holding a strawberry parfait. 

"When did you order that?" Arthur asked, looking genuinely confused. 

"While you were busy judging my names," I said nonchalantly, sliding my empty parfait dish aside to make room for the fresh one. 

As Arthur groaned in defeat, I picked up my phone again. Another brilliant idea struck.

I took a photo of the strawberry parfait, set it as my profile picture, and leaned back with a satisfied grin. 

Arthur chuckled, clearly amused. "Of course, you'd put food as your profile picture."

"Should've seen that coming, Sweets Lover Arche." 

"Well, it's better than the sky," I shot back, smirking. 

As I was about to savor my clever comeback, a new screen popped up on my phone.

"Huh? What's this?" I squinted at it. 

Arthur leaned over, glancing at my screen. "Oh, those are suggested accounts."

"It's based on people you might know or accounts with similar interests." 

"Oh?" I scrolled through the list and paused. "Arthur233__… Is this yours?" 

"Yep," he confirmed with a smug nod. 

"Wow," I said, my voice dripping with sarcasm.

"I'm about to follow a celebrity." Then, with dramatic flair, I tapped the 'follow' button. 

Arthur smirked. "Celebrity, huh? Don't flatter me too much. But hey, thanks for the follow, number one fan." 

I ignored his teasing and continued scrolling until I spotted a familiar pair of names.

"Oh, look at this! It's my parents' accounts. They're always bragging about how many followers they have." 

Arthur nodded. "Yeah, I follow them too. Your dad posts some surprisingly good motivational quotes." 

I shot him a skeptical look. "Motivational quotes? From him? Are we following the same person?" 

Before Arthur could respond, my attention landed on another familiar name.

"Arthur, do you know whose account this is?" I asked, pointing at the screen. 

He leaned in closer. "Let's see... Oh, that's Elaina." 

The moment he said it, my finger shot out, and I hit the 'follow' button faster than a kid grabbing the last cookie. 

Arthur raised an eyebrow, clearly entertained. "Wow, Arche. You didn't even hesitate. You jumped on that real quick." 

I coughed, trying to play it cool. "Well, you know, gotta support friends… or something." 

Arthur smirked knowingly. "Uh-huh. Friends. Sure." 

I ignored Arthur's knowing smirk and kept scrolling. "You really have a thing for her, huh?" he teased, glancing at my screen. 

"Shut up," I mumbled, quickly switching to other accounts before he could get any ideas.

I began following familiar names: Amnesia, Avilia, Saya, Mina—basically anyone I recognized. 

After a flurry of follows, I hit the "Next" button. The app finally opened up fully, and I stared at my screen in confusion.

"Uh... now what?" 

Arthur chuckled, clearly enjoying my cluelessness. "Now you can scroll through your feed, like other people's photos, leave comments, or even upload your own pictures."

"You know, the usual social media stuff." 

I tilted my head. "Heh..." I muttered, lost in thought. 

Arthur raised an eyebrow. "What now?" 

"Uh… how do I upload a photo?" I asked, scratching my head. 

Arthur sighed but leaned over patiently.

"It's simple. Just click this button, pick a picture from your gallery, add a caption if you want, and hit 'publish.' Easy, right?" 

Following his instructions, I selected a picture from my gallery—the half-eaten parfait in front of me. 

"Caption?" I muttered aloud, staring at the text box. 

Before I could type anything, Arthur squinted at the screen, his expression shifting from curious to confused.

"Wait… when did the parfait get half-eaten?" He let out a defeated laugh. "Of course. A parfait picture."

"That's exactly what I'd expect from you, Mr. ArcheLoveSweets." 

"So, what should the caption be like?" I asked, glancing at Arthur for guidance. 

He leaned back, clearly enjoying his role as my social media guru. "For the caption, just keep it simple."

"Something like 'Delicious,' or if you're feeling fancy, 'Strawberry Heaven.' Easy." 

I nodded, typed Halfway to heaven, and hit the publish button. "Okay, done!" 

But then another blank section caught my eye. "Wait… Bio? What's this for?" 

Arthur chuckled, shaking his head. "That's your profile description. It's where you tell people a little bit about yourself—your hobbies, your interests, or whatever you want them to know." 

"Got it," I said, rolling up my metaphorical sleeves. I began typing.

"My name is Arche. I like sweet food. I'm 170 cm tall. My father's name is—" 

"WAIT! STOP!" Arthur lunged at my phone like it was about to self-destruct.

"First of all, why are you sharing your height? Who even cares?"

"And second, don't put your parents' names on there! That's private info, man!" 

I blinked, staring at him like he'd just shouted at me for breathing.

"Oh. Right… I guess that makes sense." 

Recovering quickly, I smirked. "If I'm not mistaken, didn't you use a quote for your bio?" 

Arthur frowned, clearly trying to remember. "Uh… yeah, I did. Why do you ask?" 

"Because I'm stealing your idea." I grinned, fingers poised over my phone. 

Arthur smirked, crossing his arms. "Alright, let's see what genius quote you come up with, Mr. ArcheLoveSweets." 

With a dramatic flourish, I typed, "In a world of ten, be an eleven." 

Arthur stared at the screen for a moment before bursting into laughter.

"Wow. That's so pretentious, it's actually perfect for you." 

I grinned, satisfied. "Hey, if you're gonna have a bio, might as well make it memorable." 

Suddenly, my phone buzzed. "Huh? What's this?" 

Arthur leaned over, nosy as ever. "It's a notification. Someone probably liked your photo or left a comment." 

Curious, I opened it and saw a comment from Amnesia: 'That looks delicious!' 

My eyes lit up. "How do I reply to this?!" 

Arthur chuckled at my over-the-top excitement. "Relax. Just tap on the comment, and you'll see the reply button. Type your response and hit send. Easy." 

I followed his instructions, quickly typing, 'Of course! Let's eat together sometime!' 

As I hit send, I couldn't help but notice Arthur's expression twist into one of annoyance and, dare I say, jealousy. 

"Seriously?" he muttered, rolling his eyes. "Of course, you'd invite someone to eat with you. Typical Arche." 

I smirked, sensing an opportunity to tease him. "Relax, Arthur. Don't worry—I won't steal your future girlfriend." 

His glare could have melted my parfait. Before he could retort, another notification popped up. 

"She replied!" I said, grinning like an idiot. The comment read: 'Okay! That sounds fun.'

Feeling triumphant, I gave her comment a love reaction. 

Arthur groaned, pinching the bridge of his nose. "You're insufferable, you know that?" 

I leaned back smugly. "Jealous much? Don't worry, Arthur, your spot as my number one fan is safe." 

Ignoring his grumbles, I glanced at my profile and noticed something surprising. "Whoa! My follower count is going up!" 

Arthur rolled his eyes again. "Great. Just what we needed—Arche, the social media celebrity." 

I flashed him a cheeky grin. "Don't hate the player, Arthur. Hate the parfait." 

"This is just one app, Arche," Arthur said, smirking knowingly. "There are plenty of other apps out there." 

I froze mid-bite, eyes wide with shock. "Other apps?! Do they all work differently from this one?" 

Arthur chuckled, clearly enjoying my naivety. "Of course! That's what makes them unique." 

Without a second thought, I closed the app and placed my phone down with exaggerated finality. "Alright, that's enough social media for today." 

I picked up my spoon and resumed eating my parfait as if nothing had happened. 

Arthur watched me with a bemused expression, then let out a long sigh. "You're hopeless, you know that?" 

Ignoring him completely, I pretended not to have heard anything about the existence of other apps.

The parfait demanded my full attention, after all. 

Arthur shook his head and let out a low laugh, turning back to his neglected honey cake.