The ground had cracked with frost under every step. Tover was glad to sit, even if the hungry cold clung to his clothes where he did. Heād appreciated Mitchās āItās good to meet you, Tover Book,ā though he mentally stumbled over all of the tidbits she threw out. Just Mitch, would definitely do.
Her sudden snap made him straighten his back almost defensively; he didnāt think heād done anything. The sudden burst was self-explanatory when she defended her Apple, who was currently making a buffet out of the frozen food section the cafeteria had become. āYou can talk to me, and not him. You donāt tell him what to do,ā Mitch had immediately turned an unhealthy shade of red. āNot that meant that like- Um. Sorry. I didnāt mean to be likeā¦ Like that. Itās just that heās an. Um... With service animals, itās um. Youāre supposed to treat them like theyāre part of the handler, so. Um.ā
Tover half raised his left hand in defeat and understanding, forgetting the gesture was moot, but the reflex was there regardless. His voice was fairly soft as he spoke. āPart of the handler. No worries Mitch. Thanks for the heads up.ā
He didnāt know the ins and outs of service animals, and it wasnāt beyond him to miss something obvious. Still, he appreciated the heads up just as much as the kind greeting.
āSorryā Sheād said. Tover shook his head with barest of motion.
āDonāt be. Heās precious to you. Nothing wrong with defending what's important. That was a kindness from you, not a demerit. I didn't know, and you filled me in. Thank you for the clarity, I appreciate that trait in a friend.ā He would have continued softly speaking, but bounciest of bubble voices dropped on in like a child into a ball-pit.
Itās hard to miss Tessa. Her voice stands out like a violin at a piano gathering.
"Oh welcome back Tov, girl talk went well but my milk was a causality of the frost." Tov nodded at the general state of the table. Looks like there were plenty of casualties to Kovalenkoās baby fimbulwinter ""Heya I'm Tessa, it is nice to meet you and your summon! Is that the thing that they mistook for an alien in Roswell or was that another summon?"
The alien from Roswell? Really? Heād stick his nose into that when there was time to do so later, and the comfort to actually bring it up. Right now, it was lean and wait. Maybe consider trying how ice cube tea wā¦ nevermind. Ice cube tea was for another time, because then there was Desi, fueling the coldfire with the anti-demure of a high-class lady that found a crease in her dress.
The conversation he'd mostly not overheard had seemed pleasant up to that point. Maybe he just misheard her tone, looking over dawn's shoulder to better catch the rest of what Moore was up to.
He saw her partially. She poked at a frozen pancake with a finger, then snatched it away as Apple started to eat their frozen foodstuffs. For being such a fluffy little thing, he had one hell of an appetite; the table was going to be clean before anything unthawed at this rate. āItās not going to taste anything like it was supposed to and itāll be cold. All the preparation and ingredients that went into making it are wasted, and there are people starving in this world. Iām sorry for āassumingā except I wasnāt, as the schedule clearly says thereās a buffet breakfast for students beginning at 8 a.m. and itās past that time, and there was no announcement saying it was postponed for any reason. That said, Iām honored to be here and to be learning from such distinguished teachers. Thank you, I just donāt like food being wasted.ā Desi smoothed her skirt primly, folded her hands in her lap, and was looked at in utter disbelief by what he hoped was more than just his own aghast face.
Is this the dynamic? Is this how itās going to be here? He could have sworn Professor K just made as icy of a point as she reasonably could have without doing harm.
Wait. No way that wasnāt going to cause backlash.
Was Kovalenko going to r.. yes. Madam Antarctica turned towards their table and seemed to address Desi directly. By her last name first no less? Did the staff already know all the students then? Minor disadvantage. Some color drained from his face regardless.
"Moore, in the spirit of making things completely clear on the first day, I will endeavor to explain things as clearly as I possibly can.
Confusion. That wasnāt expected. A light frown passed over his brows, having expected a Russian winter to hug them with all the gentility of a zealous aunt that secretly didnāt like you, but then not secretly.
"Firstly. Anyone concerned for the waste and potential offence to the catering staff is welcome to carry on eating it for subsequent meals for as long as they like. I can assure that I've eaten far worse things in my career than cold pancakes and I seem to still be alive, so I'm sure the minor discomfort will mean nothing in light of your lofty principles regarding food usage.
Secondly, the schedule is your notice to be there, not your permission to start.
Thirdly, the food was not frozen due to people eating before they were permitted; it was frozen because people had not acknowledged that a staff member was addressing them. Paying attention to everything we say may seem trivial to you right up until the point someone sets another student on fire or rips their arm clean off the shoulder breaking a shadow step too early, but at that point it'll be too late to learn the value.
Another frown. Staff member. Did she mean that mumbling janitor in the suit from earlier? If he wanted people to pay attention to him, grumbling through the halls like a disgruntled Santa that didnāt want his elves to hear him was not the way to go. That wasnāt the interesting bit.
He muffle spoke to himself. āBreaking SS too early can do that? Not comforting to hear since he liked the idea of that one. He half-remembered it was that same teacher who thought the course. For now, heād keep cool around Oren. He hadnāt expected SS to have dangers like that. Best to not grievance a teacher you need, if SS was the secondary heād stick with. Orientation classes first.
"And finally, I'm glad you're pleased to be here, as we're set to be dealing with all of you until the end of the school year, and there is no higher authority to appeal to. Just as parents on the council are not going to win you any special privileges, parents on staff are not either.
I think the American idiom for it would be 'my way or the highway'. "
Tover slunk back down into previous nonchalance. There it is. Thatās the edge he expected. All is well with the worldā¦ Sort of. He didnāt mind that last part, but he neither expected his family to offer him a shred of help at this point, nor had council connections. He shrugged the thought away, apparently there was more to the show.
Someone new.
Tover peeled his folder back open. Based roughly on the picture..
Madison Lewis Lovette
Professor of Pyromancy and Magical Theory.
A song of Ice and Fire then? He looked at the side cover just to check that the packet author wasnāt G.R.R.M. Relief~ All good. Though there seemed to be a typo in the packet. All the pronouns for this teacher were male. He eased up to see a person in a dress, probably a typo.
āWith that said, however, while the food was indeed intended for you, from what I gathered, the reason Professor Kovalenko performed this little exercise was because quite a few of you were not paying attention to Professor Montana, or choosing to ignore him. Iām willing to give you the benefit of the doubt for today and believe that you hadnāt heard or noticed him, but in the future, I expect everyone to pay full attention when any instructor speaks to them- regardless of whether or not they have a class with said teacher.ā
Enthusiastic nodding followed. Not noticing him was nail-to-coffin accurate. His teeth clenched at the latter bit of her words. Mm. He felt something that must have been akin to Desiās discomfort with the food situation. He was most definitely ānot- falling in line to just obey authority like that. Bad mouth-taste.
Here at Marchand, we will operate under a system of mutual respect. I understand that for many of you, this is a brand new experience, and you might already have begun to form differing opinions on us. However, as Professor Kovalenko pointed out, you will be staying here until the end of your semesters. It will make things much easier for all of us if you simply follow the rules put upon you, and stay reasonably polite throughout the year. In return, Iām sure that several of us will be much more agreeable.ā
A nod of actual approval left him this time. Alright. Better. That gives the chance for respect to properly accrue rather than it being demanded and the whole thing falling into a mess that was as consistently organized as the words found in letter-soup. Easier to follow the rules? Shrugged off. Reasonably polite..? Good wording. Worth a shot, especially if the agreeability of the teachers depended on it.
Did it just get warmer?
His attention darted from plate to plate. It was warmer. Meals steamed and morning drinks bubbled. He spent enough time in a kitchen to know what was up. A macro-effect? These teachers were god-damn demigods with their abilities to both cover such a large area and invoke the precision to only direct-affect non-students. For being such a soft-spoken person, Madison had oomph.
Tover blinked. That had gone too well.
Would anyone have taken Madison seriously, with that gentle voice and warming speech, had Kovalenko not slid in and sharply cracked an ice cube down the blackboard? No. That was a clever tactical move just there. Bad cop good cop in teacher format. Madisonās warmth is effective because Kovalenko made people think they were on a cliff. Not bad.
āNow, then. I would like to introduce myself as Professor Lovette- while I am the Pyromancy teacher, I also happen to teach Magical Theory, so you will be having me regardless of whatever magic you control. I ask that you all finish your meals as quickly as possible, tidy up, then grab your things and follow me to the library for an assembly. If you continue to have private conversations and stay here instead, keep in mind that I will not stand in the way of any punishments that might come as a result.ā
Tover was up.
Food abandoned.
He wasnāt going to say a thing about the broom.
He liked Madison. Always a pleasant start, and as added bonus, heād been looking forward to magical theory. That someone whose voice didnāt grate him taught it was definitely not a complaint. Though, he was confused about its gender. Something for later he thought, hearing dawn speak, his attention turning.
āWell, Iām guessing they wonāt be asking us twice.ā Tover didnāt have to say a word for his face to reflect that he was of a similar opinion. His hands slunk into his pockets as his eyes darted from Dawn, to Tessa, to Desi, to Mitch, and finally to Apple. Who did not seem to care in the slightest about food-temperature while doing his best vacuum impression. He looked away from the voracious eater and back to the group.
He had tried not to interrupt while the others at the table had been talking to one another. Since this seemed like a point of transition though, now was a good time.
Iād rather not find out on day one what happens if they have to, no. Library it is. Tover did a quick count while moving his fingers, dropping his arm back to his side after. Dawn, Tess, Mitch, Me, Des. Thatās five. Pretty sure weāll find a spot with five open chairs. He was going to make a special mention for Mitch that theyād keep her a chair open, but realized heād already included her in the count. She already had a spot, you didnāt ditch someone you just invited, and he didnāt feel like making her eye-thing a big deal. She had her own ways of getting things done; heād let her do her unless she mentioned otherwise.
If something came up on the brisk walk, heād be conversational.
For a one-floor-high library. They sure seemed to have doctor-whoād the place with the amount of stuff they crammed into it. The balcony bits caught his eyes first. Things he liked had a tendency to do that, Toverās grey eyes following the curve of the stairs down to the rest of the Alexandrian knowledge repository. Letās hope this one didnāt burn.
āAnyway. If you would all please take your seats- the assembly will be starting very soon.ā
Heād not be surprised if they split a little during the walk, and joined up with Dawn at the larger table. Tover pulled an extra chair from a different one so it could seat five. He sat down at the head, which was really just the thin side of the rectangular table. Mostly because he liked the front row, it was easier to listen and read small text on blackboards. He placed his own bag under his chair after scooting in, and equally got a little lost looking around. There was just a lot to take in, waving over people in between trying not to be impressed with the forest of paper.