[x] More magic practice.
[x] Even more social practice.
You have an interesting year. There is somewhat less free play and rather more active education going on, which gives you some opportunity to increase your knowledge base even without specifically focusing on it. Hanging out with Cordelia gives you all sorts of pointers on the social front, and Briar offers further guidance; having Larry around mostly helps you to avoid falling out of touch with how guys do things, and being totally submerged in a sea of estro-whatsit. Between your waking discussions with Briar and the guidance of your dreams, you make significant advances in your magic - you could take on an animal as big as Moblin at this point, if the need arose, with very good odds of victory. This progress once again has a price, however, with your previously brown eyes and hair taking on faint golden and reddish tints, respectively. In addition, your aura has expanded beyond your ability to rein it in. Everybody in class is aware of it to some extent, and most are obviously intimidated by you - Moblin's presence doesn't help - with the obvious exceptions of Amy and Cordelia: the former recognizes magical power for what it is; and the other girl simply refuses to be cowed. Luckily, your improved social skills offset the worst effects of your aura, so you don't drive Larry away or accidentally isolate yourself.
Gained Aura of Power E+++
Gained Intimidating E++
Gained Magical Prowess E+++
Gained Mental Prowess E
Gained Past Life Experience D++
Gained Social Prowess D
Gained Spiritual Prowess E
[x] Do regular friend things, encourage martial arts and staying in after dark, try to teach Amy magic, and be nice to the redhead.
On the social front, you look around for a place that offers martial arts lessons, and then push your three closest friends into joining you for class. Larry is all for the idea, and Cordelia surprises you by agreeing to it - something about flexibility, endurance, and acrobatics being good foundations for cheerleading. She drags her friend Aura and a couple of other girls along. Amy is reluctant, but shows up anyway; her mother apparently got wind of the offer, and thought it was a great idea. Mrs. Madison's reasoning, passed on by Amy, sounds a lot like Cordelia's. This immediately cements the older woman's place in Cordy's good book. While you don't take the training quite as seriously as you could have, it does yield some benefits. Your teacher - a little bald wrinkly smiling man who goes by "Lu-sensei" - seems to know what he's doing, though he keeps the lessons fairly simple. You are just kids, after all.
Gained Combat Prowess E
Gained Powerful Build E
Gained Physical Prowess E++
Forewarned about the dangers of the Hellmouth, you try to encourage common-sense safety consciousness in your friends. With Briar's help, convincing Amy is no problem, but Larry and Cordelia take a bit more convincing. You point out how half a dozen kids from your old daycare just stopped showing up without warning, playing up the mysterious side of the incidents, and that seems to convince Cordelia that she might as well humor you. Larry is resistant until you point out that you are bigger than him, you have a big aggressive dog, you've started learning martial arts, and you're still nervous about being out after dark - so he should be even more so. That seems to do it.
When you offer to teach Amy magic, she is curious, if not excessively eager. With Briar's help, you manage to instill the basics of Hyrulean magical theory into the girl over the course of the year. You also tell Amy about the Hellmouth, advising her against trying to tap into any of the local energy sources, which have been tainted by the chaotic spillover of multi-planar forces. Even your personal reserves are affected to some extent; fortunately, meditation helps filter out some of the contamination when you're actively casting, and Briar has long since taught you purification rituals to take care of the long-term effects.
Gained Minion Amy E
The extra time you're spending with Amy doesn't go unnoticed, and Cordelia makes you hang out with her and do what she wants a fair bit to make up for it. Between this and everything else you have on your plate, your efforts to get closer to the redhead largely come to naught. All you really learn is that her name is Willow Rosenberg, that she gets gold stars on just about every assignment, and that nobody in class seems to want to have anything to do with her - and she in turn wants nothing to do with them.
Little Zelda is growing well. She has watered-down Gerudo features at about the same level as yours - this is actually a good thing, since after several months of everybody who'd seen the two of you commenting on how you looked alike, a tension you hadn't noticed between your parents faded away. Your mother seems pleased that you're making friends, while your dad is obviously torn between approval and confusion; he doesn't seem to know what to make of the fact that more than half of your closest friends are girls. He likes Larry, though, and your request for martial arts lessons gets his support. Tony teaches you a little old-fashioned wrestling on the side, something Lu-sensei notes in later lessons and encourages, citing that a diverse skillset is a useful thing to have.
Having found one kid in your class who could see her, Briar is quite receptive to the suggestion of checking the entire group. Nobody else proves able to see her like Amy could, but almost a quarter of the kids had the same reaction that Cordelia and Larry did, like they could faintly hear somebody talking nearby. On a hunch, you ask the fairy to check Zelda once her vision improves, and your sister proves to have no trouble at all following your fairy companion.
Your birthday comes and goes, and summer draws near. Your real entry into the world of education is about to begin... but before that, your preschool class gets a visitor. A nondescript little man in a stuffy suit who carries a briefcase, smiles in a way that doesn't reach his eyes, and claims to have been sent to oversee a new educational aptitude test instituted by the state.
"He smells of magic," you note quietly to Briar. "Dark magic."
"He should," the fairy murmurs from her favored hiding place in your shirt pocket. "He's a demon."
[ ] What do you do?