Alistair William Talsworth
Ali did indeed know how competitive Ever could be. It was one of his favorite things about her, and his ability to switch between 'laid-back' and 'competitive' basically on a whim had intrigued and frustrated her to no end back when they dated - especially when he won, then made it out to be no biggie. If her boyfriend won this round, he'd better watch how he plays his next card. And unless she brought along a bunch of alchemygrams with combat spells on them, that was looking pretty much inevitable. Maybe that's what the wizards on TV have those spellbooks for, he mused.
Snapping back to the present he replied thoughtfully, "I did used to go out to a spot outside the city and blast stuff. Y'know, see how hard the wind can blow with a bit of my unique encouragement. Dactylos' idea, but one of his best. But go up against someone mano-a-mano? No, haven't been there yet." He paused, rubbing his chin a bit as they left his bags behind in his room, which he would be taking a better look at some other time. "I was at the arena just a while ago. Prof. Romanov said I shouldn't be there, so I figure that applies for your trial too. Hey, how did you know what classes you had when you showed up first time?"