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"I promise, I'll make sure you get more food than you can handle. Steak, ribs, you name it." Therion told his roommate apologetically before taking a seat on the floor, not too far from the front so he would have a good view of Traf's always entertaining lecture. I'd rather Cliff not sic a spirit wolf on me...

The High Wizard underwent another dubious outfit change, Theri wondered if he actually owned and bought all these clothes or if they were going missing from another's wardrobe. Making them entirely out of magic? The magi knew it certainly wasn't out of Traf's power to do so.

The Wizard conjured an Orc which literally caused Theri's jaw to drop; he tensed up and readied himself for action, this was a combat class after all, but the monster was as immobile as Traf's tenure. The teacher went on to define the monster as an Orc, and underwent another costume change. The Magi almost had to avert his eyes at the garish pink-white lab coat. It was then that the wizard began to point out it's physiology, almost like a butcher describing cuts of meat. It resembled a butcher so much so, that Theri couldn't contain himself and simply had to lean over to Cliff and whisper "Do werewolves eat Orc?"

Theri couldn't help but erupt into gales of laughter as the werecat tried and failed to catch the red dot that emanated from Traf's staff, much to the cat's chagrin. Traf asked his first real question of the lecture; well as real as the perpetually High Wizard could ask. Only shortly after arriving Therion had heard rumors that the wizard was constantly high out of his mind, and though they proved to be at least partially true, they had neglected to mention it was sheer magical power he was high on.

The magi's hand rocketed into the air, and without even waiting to be called to answer he replied "We force it to attend your class, it can't harm anyone if it's dead!" The boy almost couldn't control his laughter at this point, "Or, Or! If you turn him into a minnow and when you go to turn him back you accidentally turn a real minnow into the Orc!"

A tear crept down Theri's face as he howled with laughter; the latter suggestion had been an all too real experience, and remembering the way the minnow absolutely lost it's shit at being turned human would probably never not make Therion laugh. Indeed by then he was clutching his sides, and struggling not to simply roll on the floor while cackling like a hyena. Theri truly appreciated how memorable the material Traf taught was; even if it wasn't always immediately applicable.