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Derrick Arthur Avalon

History and Magical Weapon Infusion Professor

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a character in “The Marchand School of Sorcery”, as played by shadowhope

Description

Full Name: Derrick Arthur Avalon

Nicknames/Aliases: Mr. A , Human Lie Detector

Age: 38

Gender: Male

Primary: Trickery

Professor of: History and Magical Weapon Infusion

Secondaries: Illumination and Magical Weapon Infusion


Description: Looking straight out of a high government organization Derrick is rarely seen without a suit and tie. Even Rarer still is the teacher seen without his signature sunglasses. At his side is a simple fencing sword resting in a black scabbard. Embossed into the scabbard's leather is a dark oval with concentric rings. His face always remains neutral never really expressing any emotion. Something about his face and sunglasses seems unnatural making it feel like he is watching anyone sharing the room, he if his back is turned.

Personality: Odd, at times he seems intimidating and dark as if he has done unspeakable things. Other rarer times Derrick seems to be innocent, having a dad joke sense of humor.


Skills: A master of illusions and trickery Derrick can alter the perception of reality in the blink of an eye. However his real achievements come in the form of Magical Weapon Infusement. One of the few able to enchant everyday objects on a consistent basis and helped gemstone enchantments. Aside from that Derrick also inherited the Avalon ability to see through lies and falsehoods making him a human lie detector.


Brief History: The Avalon Bloodline has been around since roman times. Their jobs have been advising kings and seeing the falsehoods surrounding court matters. They have also been Court Jesters at times, enchanting nobles and kings with their illusions and stories.

When the Magic Council was formed the Avalon took the position of magical advisers and judges on the council. Giving their advice on grave and important matters and settling disputes across the magical world. Their name and word is law and known to be just and true. This trust has allowed the family to hold and pass on forbidden knowledge and spells throughout the ages.


Before the war Derrick raised and expected to take the council seat from his father. As such he was entered into an arranged marriage with another lesser known magical family and produced an heir to the Avalon line. However during the war his wife divorced him, finding true love with another man. This was understandable to the young mage who really wanted someone to be their for his son Jason if he could not be.

During the war against the cultists Derrick joined forces with his fellow mages to beat back the cultists. He was a formidable and intimidating opponent on and off the battlefield who knew no mercy. However during the war he met another mage who changed his battle hardened views. It was with her that he fell in love with, entering into a childless marriage but peaceful marriage.

After the war Derrick was expected to take over the council seat from his aging father however in a surprising turn of events he did not. Derrick's father decided his son had seen and dealt with enough in the war and deserved a peaceful life. However it is rumored that their were other reasons the elder Avalon decided to keep his seat.

During his second marriage Derrick took time with Jason, making sure to spend 6 months out of the year with him and train while readying him to take over the council seat when the time came.

When Marchand was being built Derrick received an offer to share his knowledge of magical bloodlines and infusements to the next generation. Seeing this as a chance to spend more time with his son and pass on the history of bloodlines to the next generation he quickly accepted.

So begins...

Derrick Arthur Avalon's Story

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Character Portrait: Dawn Memoli Character Portrait: Maeve Brigid Byrne Character Portrait: Madison Lewis Lovette Character Portrait: Helena Kingsley Character Portrait: Tessa Botrelle Character Portrait: Professor Oren Kovalenko Character Portrait: Leila Michelle Ingram Character Portrait: Kora Norrevinter Character Portrait: Drake Coleman Character Portrait: Derrick Arthur Avalon Character Portrait: Jason Avalon Character Portrait: Skylar Oliver Character Portrait: Ezra Eleanor Josephs Character Portrait: Damien Moore
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  1. This was a really pleasant read. I especially liked the "Nope not my problem." Use of Shadow step was also nice to see!

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'So it begins.'

Professor Oren Kovalenko, an angular figure with dark hair and a long blue coat, watched the numerous new students filing in, passing through the front office and signing off on forms with a sceptical eye. Well, one eye was on the throngs of their new intake, the other was on her phone where she was busy informing any staff members that were not already aware that the first large bus had pulled up and the place was beginning to fill up.

And she didn't expect a group of young mages to maintain any standard of behaviour for very long.

Especially not ones that were more often than not rich, privileged, sheltered, and had never been taught how to properly behave.

Speaking of that-

Norwegian shouting from the entranceway. Oh christ.
From where she was standing Oren could make out three figures at least a head taller than most of the people filtering around them. A woman in he late thirties with long, grey-flecked ginger hair and a crimson coat on, and a hulking man with a beard you could lose a family pet in, both hugging and saying their goodbyes to a third figure. Younger, but still with nearly a foot of height on the Professor, with a mop of red-orange hair and a voice with a strong nordic accent that was carrying over near enough everyone else's together.

Norrevinters.
No mistaking those.

With one deft movement Miss Kovalenko stepped back into the shadow of one of the hall's pillars, and melted into the darkness without a word.

Somebody else could handle Ren's spawn and the ginger storm. She'd see to making sure no-one had started killing each other in the dining hall.

As it was some students had started eating, or introducing themselves. Oren materialized out from behind the door, quite alarming several students who'd been lines up there, and proceeded to check over the status of things.




Over to one side of the cafeteria, on an otherwise yet unoccupied table, a small figure was slumped over the the surface, next to what was now the degenerated milky sludge of a bowl of cereal left uneaten beyond its time, and something that long ago ceased to be a hot drink.

Her long, rather untidy-looking red hair was spread across the table like seaweed, and she was wearing a blue sweater lined with knitted purple cat faces, the phrase 'Have a Mice Day' inset into the back and front. It was at least two sizes too big and luridly coloured enough that the student was clashing with the furnishings.

Professor K came to a halt behind the student, regarding the girl with her look of pitiless reptilian distaste before finally speaking up.

"Are we boring you already, Kingsley?"

The redhead awoke with a start, knocking her bowl astray with one hand and splattering the fortified mud across the surface.

The Professor remained perfectly stationary whilst one of her charges scrambled, blinking, to try and both stem the flow of milk from the upturned bowl, and address her at the same time.

"Oh..no! No Professor! I was just um...is it breakfast time?"
Apparently only just realising how many others had entered the cafeteria, the student known as 'Kingsley' looked over to the table across, giving a rather sheepish smile.

Kovalenko's expression however was her usual weary mask of disapproval.
"Well Kingsley that is what everyone else is doing, if you would like to try and catch up with the timetable, I think it would probably be beneficial for you. And please try and avoid wasting food in the future."

"Y-yes Professor..." the girl hastily responded, pale cheek reddening a little as the watched the aquamancer turn and walk off down the row.
"...so that's the year off to a good start..."

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Character Portrait: [NPC] Bartender Character Portrait: Dawn Memoli Character Portrait: Maeve Brigid Byrne Character Portrait: Madison Lewis Lovette Character Portrait: Helena Kingsley Character Portrait: Tessa Botrelle Character Portrait: Professor Oren Kovalenko Character Portrait: Leila Michelle Ingram Character Portrait: Kora Norrevinter Character Portrait: Drake Coleman Character Portrait: Jessica Rose Smith Character Portrait: Derrick Arthur Avalon Character Portrait: Jason Avalon Character Portrait: Skylar Oliver Character Portrait: Ezra Eleanor Josephs
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Jesse sat in the back of the bus as it chugged up to the school. Her peers were chatting in front of her, but she mostly kept to herself. Some had animals with them in cages, some of which looked intently in her direction. She tried not to draw attention to it though. She knew these people would be like every other person she had encountered. She would most certainly be ostracized if they knew about animals' affinity towards her.

She was the last one off the bus, purposefully of course. She took in the surroundings. The school was definitely unique. She read the sign: Marchand School of Sorcery. Was she in the wrong place? She knew the school was called Marchand, but the only place she had heard of sorcery was in storybooks. Everyone was filing into the cafeteria, though, so if she was to ask someone about it, she would have to go there. She took a deep breath, and followed her fellow students into the building. She looked around. Many places had already been taken. There seemed to be a nice place in the corner away from most people, except one girl who seemed confused. She supposed one person was better than being surrounded by them, so she went over to that table and quietly sat down.

She took some pancakes awkwardly, before saying, sheepishly, "Hi, I'm Jesse," and extending out a hand.

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Character Portrait: Helena Kingsley Character Portrait: Tessa Botrelle Character Portrait: Larke Sterling Character Portrait: Kora Norrevinter Character Portrait: Drake Coleman Character Portrait: Derrick Arthur Avalon Character Portrait: Jason Avalon Character Portrait: Desdemona Moore
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  1. Avalon's are good creatures.

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Tessa grinned at Desdemona motioning her to join the now growing table of girls. "Sure you are welcome to sit here we were just making introductions!" The excitement was reaching full force as she continued. "Oh where are my manners! I'm Tessa Botrelle member of the French Defender Line."

She fidgeted in the seat as she waited for customary pause. Tradition be dammed she just wanted to talk to everyone. It wasn't like she needed to be introduced to half the people in the room. Most of the magical world knew these kids and bloodlines, but she doubted they knew her bloodline. Or at least the bloodline that officially claimed her anyways.

Out of the corner of her eye she could see a blind girl, probably from the Dressler's known for their horrible eye problems. The creepy familiar playing seeing eye dog cemented that assumption. However the boy sitting next to her was a mystery, probably some minor foreign bloodline like her own.

Oh pause time was over, she needed to focus. "It is very nice to meet you both! Are you excited for the upcoming school year?"

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Jason sat up straight at his solo table his eyes scanning the room taking time to study each of his fellow students. As he watched Helena sleep through half of breakfast and wearing that horrendous sweater he frowned. Making sure to catch the other student's eyes and give her a disapproving gaze.

As he stood up cleaning up his small mess from breakfast he glanced out the door. The Norwegian giants were hard to miss as was the super close collision between the Noriventers and Sterlings that had just been avoided.

Deciding that leaving right now was not the best idea as he had no authority over the older individuals involved currently, he instead surveyed his fellow students. Trying to figure out which ones were the most disciplined out of the bunch. With a frown he found no one up to his admittedly high but fair standards.

So it was time to fall back onto plan B, keep Larke playboy Sterling away from the girls.

Putting on his best smile he waiting planning on motioning the other boy over once he walked through the door.

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Derrick's phone buzzed as he worked, putting up the finishing touches on the boy's dorm. Each door with a beautiful fabric embroidered with each inhabitant's family crest, denoting the residents who lived inside the various rooms. Tracking down each bloodline's crest had been a challenge but Derrick had been able to do it. Barely making it in time judging by the buzzing of his phone.

With a sigh he stopped admiring his work and turned to look at his phone. After doing a double take he whistled putting his phone back and deciding he would pretend to not have seen it, after all the amount he wanted to be in the middle of a blood feud was 0 out of 10.

With a hum he continued to work making sure informative signs were posted about the dorm. Ones taking about CPR, Poison Controls Number, a school schedule complete with a map, and of course instructions on how to put out fires were littered about the hallway.

As he looked over his handwork Derrick realized he had forgotten two things, the instructions on how to use the laundry machine and microwave. With a shake of his head at his own negligence he went to the teachers lounge hoping to print out the signs before anyone noticed. Or blew up the microwave and flooded the laundry room.

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Derrick's steps echoed down the hallway in a rhythmic fashion as he walked towards his target. The young but reliable necromancy teacher Damien. As he approached the sound of a young girl's voice mingled with static filled his ears. A smile flickered across his face as he clapped a shoulder down on his co-workers shoulder. As soon as the beep sounded he turned to the owner of the phone. "You have quite the firecracker there. I would be careful how you tread here though, you can't give her any special treatment."

With a shake of a head he removed his hand the smile fading from his features. "Student Orientation is starting, care to join me in intimidating the young and hopeful charges." It was not that he minded the kids really he loved children, but teenagers were a different story. Broody, pamper, lust filled, disrespectfully, secretive, and nosy beings that could drive anyone to drink. He had already raised one and that had not turned out too bad but other people trusting their teens with him was a disaster waiting to happen. Even so it was too late to back out now.

Sighing as he made causal conversation with his co-worker as they walked towards the library. "I've looked over our co-workers files and they all seem quite capable. Hopefully the students are able to keep busy with their lessons and learn more than they would with tutors alone." After all that was the point of Marchland.

As they entered the library he moved up front, standing up straight next to the rest of the staff. He always felt right surrounded by Maeve, Oren, Montana, and Madison the former members of his old unit's presence had a calming effect on his nerves. He was Derrick Arthur Avalon and he was going to be the best goddam teacher out there.

His sunglasses turned towards the incoming student body, watching each and every student behind his tinted sunglasses and silently judging them. The enchantment on his sunglasses was more than enough to unnerve those in the room unaware of it. "I'm ready to do introductions when you all are."

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Character Portrait: Dinah Fox Character Portrait: Nefertiti Anapa III Character Portrait: Theren Belvadeer Character Portrait: Dawn Memoli Character Portrait: Maeve Brigid Byrne Character Portrait: Madison Lewis Lovette Character Portrait: Helena Kingsley Character Portrait: Tover Book Character Portrait: Tessa Botrelle Character Portrait: Professor Oren Kovalenko Character Portrait: Leila Michelle Ingram Character Portrait: Seraph Character Portrait: Larke Sterling Character Portrait: Kora Norrevinter Character Portrait: Drake Coleman Character Portrait: Percival Pelacour Character Portrait: Jessica Rose Smith Character Portrait: Derrick Arthur Avalon Character Portrait: Jason Avalon Character Portrait: Roderic Alder Mayburry Montana Character Portrait: Skylar Oliver Character Portrait: Jasmine Sayge Character Portrait: Azaziel Crowley Character Portrait: Esperanza Ciervo Character Portrait: Rei Farran Character Portrait: Desdemona Moore Character Portrait: Cyrus Fox Character Portrait: Nimura Hedlund Character Portrait: Lucien Magnaventus Character Portrait: Damien Moore Character Portrait: Toby Schippers
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Dami smiled at his fellow teacher, rolling his eyes. ”Give me some credit, Derrick, I know not to favour Desdemona, and she knows it too. It won’t stop her from trying, though. And she might have a point about food waste, even if she could have said it better, and expressed her concerns more politely.”

The phone beeped off, and Dami slipped it into his pocket, walking and talking. ”But really, why? I know adults who are scared of Oren Kovalenko, with good reason, why does my daughter seem to think she could take her on? And they’ll already be intimidated if they have any sense.” he said breezily. ”Some of the mage world’s most well-known fighters are teaching, that isn’t a reputation to take lightly. Even if some children don’t seem to have put the pieces together just yet.”

Dami adjusted the fall of his cloak over his shoulders, the deep blue material glimmering as if with stars. Being a necromancer meant a lot of unexpected cold drafts; he’d learned to always dress for them instead of dealing with sudden goosebumps every time a relative popped in to say hello. ”I do think this will be good for them, though. The primaries are always well taught, but the secondaries are hard to know what to look for in a tutor. Though I’m not looking forward to dealing with different skill levels in necromancy either. Do you know the verdict on the power reading proposal?”.

During the planning for the school, one debated topic was as to whether or not the students should be put through some form of test to determine the size of their power wells. Dami had either missed the final decision or one hadn’t been made yet, and he didn’t know when he could next ask. However, he never did get his answer, as they entered the library then, and approached the rest of the staff. Dami took a moment to compose himself, then smiled as he went to join his colleagues. There was a stereotype about necromancers, one as ridiculous as the one about terramancers always wearing green or tricksters being compulsive liars. Being blond, bright-eyed, nearly always smiling and favouring rich blues or reds over black meant that Dami looked nothing like the image most people got when thinking “necromancer”. But that was of no importance compared to what the man could do when wielding his powers. Smiling brightly, he took his place, observing the future students.

And the plenty of ghosts mingling in the crowd. Ancestors had come out in full force today to see their descendants off to school.

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Character Portrait: Dinah Fox Character Portrait: Nefertiti Anapa III Character Portrait: Theren Belvadeer Character Portrait: Dawn Memoli Character Portrait: Maeve Brigid Byrne Character Portrait: Madison Lewis Lovette Character Portrait: Helena Kingsley Character Portrait: Tover Book Character Portrait: Tessa Botrelle Character Portrait: Professor Oren Kovalenko Character Portrait: Leila Michelle Ingram Character Portrait: Seraph Character Portrait: Larke Sterling Character Portrait: Kora Norrevinter Character Portrait: Drake Coleman Character Portrait: Percival Pelacour Character Portrait: Jessica Rose Smith Character Portrait: Derrick Arthur Avalon Character Portrait: Draivess Ulftern Character Portrait: Jason Avalon Character Portrait: Roderic Alder Mayburry Montana Character Portrait: Skylar Oliver Character Portrait: Jasmine Sayge Character Portrait: Azaziel Crowley Character Portrait: Esperanza Ciervo Character Portrait: Rei Farran Character Portrait: Desdemona Moore Character Portrait: Cyrus Fox Character Portrait: Lucien Magnaventus Character Portrait: Damien Moore Character Portrait: Toby Schippers Character Portrait: Nimura Hedland
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Despite the initial clamor and difficulty that had come with breakfast, things seemed to have smoothed out relatively well. The students had filed in and taken their seats as requested (among them was a batch of new faces that could be recognized as the late arrivals) and what stragglers that hadn’t yet entered the library were few in number.

The Pyromancy Professor was quite pleased. Hopefully, things would go much easier through the later parts of the day.

“They are quite the bunch,” Madison smiled. “It seems like this will be a very interesting semester, if what they’ve shown us is any indication.”

It didn’t take long for most of the missing professors to join the gathering- many of whom remained silent throughout, all of which Mr. Lovette greeted with a curt nod and a smile- and, deciding that the library held almost all of the students, was about to announce to official beginning of the assembly when a girl approached him. A particularly small, flustered-looking girl. Face knitting up with concern, Madison lowered himself to better meet the student’s gaze. Concern soon grew into surprise, and surprise grew into bewilderment.

“Well.” Clearing his throat, Madison straightened up, pulled out his phone, and began to scroll through it, occasionally peeking over at Jesse and giving a small nod before continuing. “Well, miss...Smith, yes? It says here that you’re registered here as a Terramancer, with full permission by your parents.” Frowning, he turned the screen towards Jesse, showing a formal picture of the girl with all necessary details listed below. Once he was sure that she had read through it, Madison turned it back, then slipped it back into the folds of his skirt.

He stayed silent for a few moments longer, lips pursed in careful thought, and, after shooting his fellow staff a particularly lost look (and checking to see that the girl wasn’t cracking up with laughter at some kind of joke and still seemed completely shaken), put on his best comforting face and lowered himself once more. “Ms. Smith…” Madison began steadily. “Have you ever read...Harry Potter? The main character, Harry, well...he was a wizard for all his life, but didn’t know it until he was invited to Hogwarts, yes? Well, I’m afraid you might be in a...similar circumstance. Your parents were mages, and so are you- but for whatever reason, they chose not to inform you of that.”

A pause, so as to let the information to sink in, before continuing.

“Now. I understand that this news may come as a...bit of a shock, if you truly didn’t know, but I assure you that it’s the truth. I would show you another example of magic, but as we’re in the library, I’m not quite sure it would be the best choice. I’d be more than happy to escort you to the clinic after the assembly, if you need to take a moment. Hopefully, this meeting should clarify a few things up for you, first, however.” Offering another gentle smile, Madison stood, then went to rejoin the other teachers at Skylar’s prompt.

A quick flick of a switch swallowed up the room in darkness, and another flick lit it up again- albeit with a much more weak, timid light offered via a projector and screen. Nodding to himself, Madison stepped close to the glow, casting odd shadows across his face.

“Now that everyone is settled,” he said, “I would like to begin. As you already know, my name is Professor Lovette, teacher of Pyromancy and Magical Theory. You will be attending Marchand for the next semester, during which it will be our job to educate and provide for you. Regardless of who you are, what social standing you come from, or even your family line, you all will be treated as equals here. You will face no bias from your professors- but as a result, you must follow the exact same list of rules.” Madison paused, clicking a button on the side of the projector and causing the screen to light up with text.

“While you should have received the list when you arrived, I will go over it now, so there are no misunderstandings in the future.

With the exception of any prescribed medications, no drugs are allowed on school grounds.

Boys and girls are prohibited from entering the other's’ dorms.

On a related note, sexual activity of any sort is prohibited.”
Madison paused, suddenly, eyeing his audience. “While I understand that many of you will form relationships while here, understand that we will be performing random dorm checks often, and it would make things much less unpleasant for everyone if you all kept from being a bit...too intimate.

“Arrive to class on time.

Do not break school curfew.

You are forbidden to leave campus, with the exception of school mandated events.

If you happen to have any personal firearms or weapons, please check them in with Professor Avalon or Professor Byrne to be approved.

No summons are allowed within class, with the exception of Familiar Conjuration.

No reckless use of magic of any kind.

Fights are also prohibited, save for any instructed by Professor Byrne.

Lastly, please show respect to your peers, as well as your professors- no matter background, ethnicity, sexuality, and so on.”


All of this was spoken with a clean-cut formality, hinting that the little speech had been rehearsed several times before its official delivery. This was reinforced by the decisiveness which Professor Lovette stepped from the light, hands folded behind his back. “Now, if my fellow instructors would like to elaborate on any of the restrictions?”

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Character Portrait: Dinah Fox Character Portrait: Nefertiti Anapa III Character Portrait: Theren Belvadeer Character Portrait: Dawn Memoli Character Portrait: Maeve Brigid Byrne Character Portrait: Madison Lewis Lovette Character Portrait: Helena Kingsley Character Portrait: Tover Book Character Portrait: Tessa Botrelle Character Portrait: Professor Oren Kovalenko Character Portrait: Leila Michelle Ingram Character Portrait: Seraph Character Portrait: Larke Sterling Character Portrait: Kora Norrevinter Character Portrait: Drake Coleman Character Portrait: Percival Pelacour Character Portrait: Jessica Rose Smith Character Portrait: Derrick Arthur Avalon Character Portrait: Draivess Ulftern Character Portrait: Jason Avalon Character Portrait: Roderic Alder Mayburry Montana Character Portrait: Skylar Oliver Character Portrait: Jasmine Sayge Character Portrait: Azaziel Crowley Character Portrait: Esperanza Ciervo Character Portrait: Rei Farran Character Portrait: Desdemona Moore Character Portrait: Cyrus Fox Character Portrait: Lucien Magnaventus Character Portrait: Damien Moore Character Portrait: Toby Schippers Character Portrait: Nimura Hedland
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Toby made a concentrated effort to make eye contact with each of the professors as they entered, and smile with a half nod.
Just about all of them looked like some manner of badass, except maybe the Moore necromancer, the blanched young woman (hooray; a professor probably younger than he), and Madison, though Toby knew looks to be deceiving on that front.

Oren's quiet, sarcastic comment about a great start to the year didn't escape Toby. He tried hard to pretend it wasn't directed against him, and tried harder not to tense as she sat beside her. "I'm sure it will be looking up once everyone is into the swing of things," he said lightly.

This was fine.

No it wasn't.
She sort of terrified him.

When Madison had finished his rundown, Toby adjusted his crisp while collar with a fluttery hand. Time for introductions and such. To get it over with, he stood to his full, not insignificant height. Even staring several heads above the seated crowd, he managed to feel little.

"Hello. I just wanted to elaborate a bit on familiar policies. I'm Professor Schippers, by the way. I'll be t - teaching Runes and Familiar Conjuration this year, and I look forward to seeing many of you in - class. Ahm." He tried not to let his eyeline linger on any face for more than a second. That way he couldn't have time to read what any of those faces said. "As Professor Lovette said--thank you, by the way--all summonings must be either unsummoned or left securely in your quarters during any period except Familiars, and be properly restrained or trained so as not to disrupt other students or their property, unless you have prior permission," he added, he hoped offhandly, not wanting to embarrass or put on the spot the only student in the room who had such permission. "You're welcome to have familiars active during free time. If you do have a c - complaint about a c - classmate's or roommate's familiar, you're welcome to speak with me during office hours to work out a c - compromise. So. Thanks."

And he sat down with the relief of a drowning man breaking the surface of the sea.
Cursed be the letter "C" today.

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Character Portrait: Dinah Fox Character Portrait: Nefertiti Anapa III Character Portrait: Theren Belvadeer Character Portrait: Dawn Memoli Character Portrait: Maeve Brigid Byrne Character Portrait: Madison Lewis Lovette Character Portrait: Helena Kingsley Character Portrait: Tover Book Character Portrait: Tessa Botrelle Character Portrait: Professor Oren Kovalenko Character Portrait: Leila Michelle Ingram Character Portrait: Seraph Character Portrait: Larke Sterling Character Portrait: Kora Norrevinter Character Portrait: Drake Coleman Character Portrait: Jasper Monroe Character Portrait: Adelaide Monroe Character Portrait: Minori Fukutawa Character Portrait: Percival Pelacour Character Portrait: Jessica Rose Smith Character Portrait: Derrick Arthur Avalon Character Portrait: Draivess Ulftern Character Portrait: Jason Avalon Character Portrait: Roderic Alder Mayburry Montana Character Portrait: Skylar Oliver Character Portrait: Jasmine Sayge Character Portrait: Azaziel Crowley Character Portrait: Esperanza Ciervo Character Portrait: Rei Farran Character Portrait: Desdemona Moore Character Portrait: Cyrus Fox Character Portrait: Nimura Hedlund Character Portrait: Lucien Magnaventus Character Portrait: Damien Moore Character Portrait: Toby Schippers
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Draivess lent his shoulders a bit of rest, rolling them back gently as he held his crossed arms resolutely. He gazed about emotionlessly at all of the gathered students. Really just looking at them for the sake of something for his eyes to do, though truthfully he was also assessing each of them, mere seconds holding analysis and opinion of a whole handful of students at a time. He gave a cursory glance to the other teachers, searching their faces for any sign of them actually starting any time soon. Madison looked as though he were about to say something, when a quiet voice spoke up, interrupting the cross-dresser. Why Mr. Lovette dabbled in women's fashion was rather beyond Draivess, but it was not as though he were going to be asking.

At the student’s explanation, Dry quirked an eyebrow. Was this student for real? She really had no idea that she was a mage? Drey could have scoffed with disbelief had he not been in front of hundreds of students at that moment. His face remained blank as always. This girl was going to get steamrolled. His gaze slid away from the two, tuning out Madi’s words as they weren’t relevant to him. He could only pray that the small girl would be in neither of his classes, for gods knew he wouldn’t have the patience to deal with her skittish nature nor her absolute lack of everything that pertained to them and their entire world.

The room suddenly darkened, but Drey did not shift his position in the slightest. He already knew what was happening; he had been briefed on the introductory lecture earlier. Lovette went through the list of rules, having obviously practiced it beforehand in order to deliver it to perfection on the day. It showed a high level of professionality and a sharp respect for the job he and the other teachers were doing here. Dry kept his gaze solely on the sea of students before him, lips a stern, straight line, but no malice or irritation showed in his features. He wanted to see how the students responded, but for the most part they remained silent, some nodding while others just kept their focus on the front of the room. At least they were paying attention.

Mad’s voice filled the room once more then, asking if any of the teachers had something to add to the general rules. Of all of the teachers, it was Toby who stepped up first. Drey was a little surprised at this, since from what very little he knew of the man-- and of all of the other teachers for that matter-- he had seemed to be somewhat shy and subordinate. He had expected another to take the lead, but perhaps the smaller man had managed to gather up his courage and didn’t want to take the chance of losing it with time. Nonetheless, the man still stumbled and stuttered a bit throughout the speech, but that seemed to just be something to expect with Schippers. Draivess couldn’t help but glance over towards him when he finished. The man looked utterly relieved, seeming to confirm Drey’s suspicions about courage. He was glad that the little teacher had managed to get through it with so few bumps.

However, as Toby finished and sat back down, Drey waited for another teacher to speak up, and fully expected this to happen. Yet, he waited… and waited… and waited. Was no one really stepping up yet? It seemed as though they had left Toby hanging. In reality it had not been too terribly long since Toby had finished, but it was getting to the point where they were quickly approaching a sort of awkward silence, about 20 to 25 seconds later. Drey did not bother to look at the other teachers during this, simply keeping his arms crossed and looking forward at the students. He really didn’t want to be the next to speak, in fact had planned on going sometime last, but he was not about to leave a colleague hanging, or, furthermore, let any student think that they didn’t have full control of the situation or were even hesitant about this introduction.

So, Mr. Ulftern stepped forward with absolute ease, confidence and comfort very apparent in his body language. It gave the very strong impression that they had intended for the small lull, had let the seconds pass by in order to instill the seriousness of Familiar matters, had used the time to look over the students and ensure they understood. It had not been a time to become lax in attention. After all, almost every aspect of what they were teaching was dangerous, and every single one of them should be taken with the utmost seriousness and respect. Failure to do so would result in injury or death, and gods knew Draivess had enough of both for six lifetimes, whether in sheer number or lasting effects.

”Draivess Ulftern,” His voice rang out with strength and poise, demanding the attention of the students there as he introduced himself. There was no mistaking him for a man who wasn’t in charge. He didn’t seem to be particularly fazed about peculiarities with his name either, having purposely left out any ‘Professor’ or ‘Instructor’. In even his first words, his German accent was very pronounced, but it was clear and concise, easily understood and not hindering him in any manner of getting his point across. ”Levitation or Poisons? You are mine.” His voice was rich and full, but still it was clear that English wasn’t his primary language-- thus the strange choice of wording. ”My English will not always be perfect, but it will not be problem.” The expression of his form was so confident that indeed, surely there would be absolutely no reason for any student to find a problem with communicating with him. He almost seemed bored as he said this, as though to intone that ‘duh, of course it won’t, why would you ever think it would?’ in both the smoothness of his voice and the command he seemed so easily to wield over himself and the room while he held it.

The muscled German leveled his gaze specifically at the students then as he continued, ”Toxins will not be practiced outside of their specifically marked locations unless otherwise stated with supervision.” He shifted his posture lightly, uncrossing his arms and standing comfortably. ”I expect full respect to be given to mineself and my colleagues, and full attention imparted upon all aspects of teacher-student meetings and classes.” He was driving this particular rule in sharply by repeating it—it almost seemed directed at a particular white-haired student who had gotten up to go and interact with a very late arrival sometime between Lovette and Schipper’s speeches-- before moving his gaze and adding, “You’ll find me terribly disappointed if that’s not the case,” Draivess spoke this part as if he were giving a little pout, though almost with a playful smirk. He finished that thought then with, ”And absolutely unmerciful.” Any coyness about his prior remark dropped with the tone of absoluteness coming in when he completed said statement here. Strong, direct, and no room for negotiation in the things he had stated during his introduction. With a curt nod, he stepped back and slipped his hands into the pockets of his trousers, having said his part and now allowing the next teacher to step up.

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"Catch up later?" Toby asked, and Captain Byrne gave a brief nod of affirmation as the students began filing in. Some, she picked out based on their distinctive family features or prior meetings: Sterling, Fox, Anapa, Botrelle, Avalon, Sayge, Belvadeer, and a few others. Kovalenko and Lovette were speaking to her. Some late-comers filed in. The remaining teachers, too.

A dull ringing began whispering in her left ear as she took her seat, and passed to the right.

The blind girl from the roster made herself immediately apparent, judging by the small monstrosity curled around her chair. It would be a problem for combat.

The smell of copper rushed through Maeve's nasal passages just as the lights went out, and the taste of it coated her tongue in a sudden and slick burst.

Her hand shot out to grasp the seat of Professor Kovalenko's chair beside her for a split second and then-

Nothing.

Professor Byrne's eyes locked onto a table of students she had been formerly only glancing over, pupils growing wide with a wildness only accented by the head of fiery red hair fuming out behind her. If the Belvadeer boy were to turn to look at his combat instructor, he would find her staring at him (or perhaps through him?) with a predatory intensity. Under the table, the fingers of her left hand curled and uncurled at her side, in a rapid and inconsistent rhythm. The rest of her body was rigid, muscles coiled like some great, orange lioness ready to spring.

She remained like that, staring directly at the boy, for the entirety of Lovette and Schipper's speeches, as well as the long pause that followed them. In fact, her stare did not break until the tail end of what Draivess was saying, at which point it dissolved with a series of rapid blinks and a shiver of her back.

Her grip on Kovalenko's chair disappeared, and her eyes moved over to Mr. Ulftern.

She didn't know much about the guy: Curt in staff meetings; had a high collaborator death count in the war. Generally not her first pick of Defenders, to be honest, but she wasn't on the hiring committee.

Pretentious bastard.

After taking a hard swallow, she pushed her chair back and stood. Her eyes narrowed and she leaned in forward toward the class, fists knuckle-down against the table as she shamelessly let it be known that she was inspecting them.

"Captain Maeve Brigid Byrne," she said, her vowels clipped sharp and bright by an unforgiving Irish accent, "Captain Byrne, Professor Byrne, and 'sir,' are also acceptable titles." As she straightened up, the now-unbuttoned collar of her shirt shifted to the side for a brief moment, revealing the top edge of a black-inked tattoo peeking over her clavicle. "I'll be your instructor for combat and Aeromancy, so every one of you in this room will be seeing me for at least one course.

"Considering that, it will serve you well to know that I take this quite seriously. You will be handling firearms, swords, daggers, and the forces of bloody nature itself, so if you've got an issue with taking instruction, you're going to have an issue with passing my course. I am not your Mommy, your friend, or your nursemaid, and I will not 'go easy' on any one of you without a very, very good reason.

"That being said, if you have any such reason, you may fill out the form beside my office in the gym by the end of the school day. If it is not filled out, I will assume you are fit to take full-force hits in combat as of tomorrow."


As she finished speaking, she rolled one shoulder so that the joint gave an audible crack, and then took her seat.

"I'll assume I'm understood."

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Dami watched both Toby and Draivess speak without much outward response. He had heard of both men before, had not been aware that they would be his coworkers, but now was not the time to ponder. Maeve, on the other hand – she was hard to miss, and said her piece very characteristically, he thought. Very much like the woman herself. He stepped up next, drew his cloak over his shoulders, and released into the room the cold aura of a practising necromancer, the whispers of the dead rising in his ears.

“I’m Damien Moore.” His voice was calm, but there was a smile in his eyes and on his lips as he looked around the room, letting his cloak fall open again as the chill faded. “I will be teaching Necromancy and Healing, and I can assure you of a proficiency in both, no matter what is said about their conflicting natures” he flippantly gestured with his fingers, then moved his hands to his hips. “I’d also like to address the rule on sexual activity. You are all young people and undoubtedly, some of you are rather curious about sex and are thinking this will be a good testing ground for your newly discovered urges. A word of advice, don’t. A vast majority of you are the heirs and heiresses of powerful lines. Your parents will undoubtedly be most displeased if you become too entangled with one another. In addition, Marchand School of Sorcery has a full disclosure policy in regards to parents knowing their student’s health. If by some twist of fate we end up with a pregnancy, all parents and family heads of both involved students will be invited to the school. At lunchtime, they will be congratulated on their upcoming heir and the future union between lines. Everyone will know, and carelessness will receive no aid from staff. On the other hand, if someone can’t keep it in their pants and forces you into unwanted sexual contact, report to professor Avalon immediately. There is no tolerance for completed or attempted sexual misconduct, or false reports of such. The slighted party will be allowed to design and inflict a creative punishment within reasonable limits after an adult trial by the Council of Eight Powers has been completed. Those of you without reputations, don’t get involved. You will not fare well if your romance is anything less than fairytale perfect.”

His eyes flashed in the dim lights as he looked around the room, making eye contact with students to ensure they were paying attention. Dami was more sympathetic than most when it came to youthful sexuality. That did not, however, mean he wanted to deal with the scandal it could bring, when young people were too curious and things got too serious, too fast. They had a job to do here, and dealing with future generations younger than 14 was not on that list.

Satisfied with his speech, he once again smiled brightly, enthusiasm flooding his voice. “I look forward to seeing you in my classes! Welcome to Marchand!” he greeted, and spun, cloak swirling dramatically, ending up back in his place, and looking pleased to be there.

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Derrick gave Rei a reassuring nod as stepped forward taking center stage. The feeling of being watched grew as his sunglasses reflected light in an odd way. Before Derrick spoke he raised a single hand, as the sound in the room suddenly disappeared. Any student who tried to speak would find that no sound came out. His ice cold tone cut through the silent room. "Hello, my name is Professor Avalon and I will be teaching each of you Mage History."

He paused for a moment, waiting for any panic or reactions to take place. Derrick made sure to make a mental note on how each student reacted, after all that type of information was going to be useful. "I will also be teaching Magical Weapon Infusement. Aside from that I will be handling any disputes that you are unable to deal with between each other, or that your teachers feel the need to send to me."

A small smile appeared on his lips as his voice changed from the cold unfeeling tone to a warmer one. "However I doubt it will come to that, as long as you treat each other and your teachers with respect I'm sure everything will be find." He raised his hand once more as the sound returned to the room. "Now that you have your voices back I want you to know talking from here until the end of the presentation will have you writing me a wonderful thousand word essay on the history of the Roman Empire's Sanitation Practices. You will have plenty of time to talk and get to know each other during the upcoming tour." With that Derrick stepped back with the other teachers a slight smile on his face.

In reality he had no desire to read such an essay but he hoped none of the students would call his little bluff. After all no one really wanted to write about sanitation practices, and if they did well he would find a better topic to threaten them with or move onto hosting a dreaded round of detention.

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Montana took his seat without further incident, his ankle was propped lengthwise an inch up from his knee. His hands lay clasped in his laps.
Overall his demeanor was relaxed, but the picture he painted only described what went on above the surface.

He nodded to the younger Schippers, but didn't make any further introduction. He would of course, introduce himself properly to the two younger teachers. After the extensive background checks he had done on all three it would be rude not to.

The German and he had sparse dealings together in decades past. His speech indicated that little, if anything had changed since they last spoke. Introspectively Montana knew the same was true for himself.

Regardless, the speeches before his had been equal parts intimidating and inspiring. Endearing even, on the part of the younger Schippers. Montana had no doubts that more then a few students felt at ease. Oren's speech lead into one of their younger teachers, who seemed to be at slight loss after echoing some words of encouragement.

"Thank you Professor Avalon." Montana stood slowly, gently pushing the creases out of his Euro cut suit. Before he moved to the podium, he noted, with muted amusement, the confused looks on the student body. Quite the statement from Mr. Avalon.

As expected.

"Good Morning assembled students, representatives of your families and our future generation."

His voice was projected to the far corners of the room, lightly touched with the British Isles.

"You may refer to me as Lecturer Montana. I am your defense and tracking contractor. The particulars of the courses I teach are for the ears of my pupils only. Should they feel inclined to share them with you, they are free to do so."

"To the rest of the student body, I extend the invitation to approach me for aid in the areas you believe me capable."

Montana paused, briefly scanning the assembly. While he'd be a fool to believe he has everyone's attention, they certainly had his. He leaned forward on the podium, grasping the wood on either side of him.

"Around this school is a force field, maintained and monitored at all times by entities within these halls."

"Any tampering with these force fields is a level five offense."

"My background, and magical expertise has endowed upon me a practical set of skills."

"In the high of night, cover of dusk, beneath the sun or during its rise, if you believe you can attempt to breach its integrity without my knowledge, I assure you."

"I will find you."

"Thank you."

With that Montana stepped away from the podium, briefly nodded his head, and returned to his seat.

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"They have a certain...moxie. About them. Most of them anyway. Those two look a little soft around the edges...though one looks a little more malleable then the other one. Like some kind of....magnetic paste...yes...."

"You know?"

To Azaziel it didn't matter much who he had just said that to, as, in his opinion, people were largely replaceable when it came down to talking /at/ them. He understood most people just kind of stood there when you were talking at them. Nodding politely or just not paying attention at all.

Like props on the stage of life. Just...breathing ones.

It just so happened the person he spoke to was Helena Kingsley.

"If we both stand here together it looks a bit less weird, you feel me."

Azaziel turned his shifting eyes back to the podium, anticipating much, but most of all anticipating /his/ teachers. Necromancy, Blood Magic and Familiar summoning.

Outside of that he didn't expect very much to catch his ear, as it seemed that the disobedience had largely died down.

He didn't expect to hear a familiar name. Not that one.

Schippers.

From the moment he heard that last name, and scrutinized Toby's facial features, well...

The sardonic smile wasn't there. Nor the coldness in the eyes. He looked softer...but the resemblance was unmistakable. Something about the face everything was placed on, like a generational stamp.

Azaziel drew his collar up to his ears reflexively. He'd steer clear of that one if he could manage.

The necromancy professor was outwardly unimpressive, his demeanor something the other students would no doubt ignore. Zaze however, quite happily noted, the latent control his professor had over the spirits around him. Effortless. He was not disappointed.

"Mmm...hungry? There was some boy trying to fraternize with everyone breathing in his vicinity and it forced my attention..." Zaze looked away from the teachers for a moment, and back at the male he mentioned.

"Apparently he's still going it at it FULL FORCE ahaha, but here's a pancake from my pocket."

He pushed the quite squished, but warm fluff toward Helena.

"A bit hung up on sex here hm...hmm..weapons he said something about weapons before.."

The Schippers.

"I need to check in my 38. special then....Blood Magic?"

The malleable looking one was the Blood Magic teacher. The nervous ones were capable of anything, in Zaze's mind. Always skirting that thin line. Always near the edge.

With all these hard cases here there's no way they stuck ashen hair in for no reason.

"What do you th-"

Voice. Voice no sound? Air was leaving his lungs, and his mouth was making the appropriate shapes, but there was no sound for his efforts.

Another teacher no doubt. Fantastic power control.

The teen began to silently scream obscenities during the duration of Derrick's speech.

Fortunately, he stopped before sound was restored.

"Quite the bunch aren't they."

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Once it was his turn, Skylar, who had been waiting patiently until every teacher had gone, stepped forward now. He looked over the students, observing each of them, their reactions, their physical strengths and weaknesses, before allowing a smile to touch his lips. He had the smile of a magician, a gleam that held back tricks, secrets, and wonder. As he went to speak, his voice projected through the room at a leveled and unalarming volume.

"Greetings, students of Marchand. I hope you've all begun to settle in by now. It's almost time to wrap up this orientation, but first, allow me to introduce myself. For those of you who chose Illumination as your secondary, you will be having class with yours truly. I will, however, primarily be teaching Trickery. My name? Professor Skylar Oliver, pleased to meet you."

The man went to tip his beret and give a small, theatrical bow, then suddenly, he disappeared.

"To finish off this orientation," his voice rang out from the right side of the room now as he walked a few paces, seemingly having been there the entire time, "I'd like to elaborate on a few final rules. As we are your instructors, I would like to remind you that we are trained to help you succeed here at Marchand. And as such, I suspect we will do certain things that you won't fully understand. Whether it be freezing your food or performing false illusions, please know that we have a reason for everything we do and always have your success and education in mind."

Once again, Skylar disappeared. This time his voice rang out from the left side of the room where he now stood.

"That being said, students are not granted the same leniency over their magic as we are. You are to keep the use of magic down to a minimum while outside of class. Anyone using their magic to harass, prank, blackmail, threaten, or injure their fellow students during leisure hours will suffer severe consequences."

The professor disappeared one last time, having actually been in the back of the room throughout the entire length of his speech. He made his way through the center aisle of the room now, speaking up, "If you witness misuse of any magic, or fall victim to it, please report to one of the instructors so that we may deal with the problem. This is a very serious issue and the ill-use of any magic will not be tolerated here at Marchand. If you need any more clarification regarding what is acceptable or unacceptable magic use, be sure to ask myself or another instructor. My door is always open."

He reached the front and turned to face the students, letting off another broad smile. "Now, does anyone have any questions regarding the rules presented to you today by our faculty?"

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Sometime during the presentation, Dawn had slipped a small pocketbook from her sleeve and laid it flat in front of her, where, in the projector’s soft glow, their contents were made visible by a slight amount. It was enough, however, and as the professors gave their introductions one by one, her eyes darted between the front of the room and tabletop, giving both equal attention. Her hand was equally active- curled around a pen, scratching down notes and markings, constantly, constantly fluttering. It wasn’t too necessary at the moment, granted, but it gave her something to do while she listened, and it helped to make her seem appear invested in case one of the more grim teachers looked her way.

Dawn’s gaze flickered over to Apple as Tover suddenly spoke, taking in the sight of the dozing...familiar nestled against Mitch’s feet. For how much the creature had taken her aback at first, it was, admittedly, quite endearing in its own right once the initial shock wore off. A smile touched her lips, and, eyes sliding back to the paper, Dawn squinted a bit closer at her work- effectively obscuring her face in the process.

“You bake?” Her voice was little more than a mumble, but still fairly audible- in both voice and the inquisitive tone that came with it. “What kind of things can you make?” Her mother often tried her hand at cooking, but the most the Memoli matriarch could whip up was a few cakes and cinnamon rolls. She was just specialized, her mother often said.

Dawn considered them pretty good cakes, but the point still stood that most other things risked ending up a bit...charred.

The comment about white hair prompted her to look up, and, curious, she followed Tover’s eyes to see a girl standing by herself- one with just as pale hair as the Book seated with them. Further investigation around the room found a few other silverheads, including Professor Farran.

“Maybe,” Dawn admitted. Two cases of apparent albinism was interesting in itself, but considering that there were several gathered in the library, the idea of it being a magic related trait didn’t seem all too far-fetched. She watched as Tover left the table to approach the first other white-haired student she had seen, and was about to turn away again when she spotted the girl suddenly pull Tover into a quick hug.

Dawn’s brow quirked a bit at just how sudden the action appeared, and, not long after, something seemed to click itself in her mind. It wasn't unlikely that the two already knew each other in some way, given the reaction from both of them- Dawn had, after all, encountered a similar circumstance with Tover herself. Nodding to herself with a smile, she continued etching across the page, tweaking her notes as necessary. There were small to-dos within the notebook (check in with byrn/ava being one of the more prominent), but also a number of footnotes centering around the facility. While there was a bit on each one, there was a larger amount on the professors she would specifically be learning from.

At the sudden silence that fell over the library, Dawn once again looked up, head turning as she scanned the room. Mouths opening and closing with no sound, gradual panic on quite a few faces. Levels of alarm and confusion on some, frowns and annoyed looks on others. Dawn made an attempt to hum, then, upon failing, absently groped at her throat, as if trying to squeeze the sound out manually.

Professor Derrick Avalon, Trickster. The charm itself wasn’t too alarming if you understood it (as a child, her parents had regularly used a similar trick on her and her brother to get them to settle before important events), but the casual use of it now was undeniably noteworthy. Her fingers lingered against her neck as the professor wrapped up his part of the presentation, then lowered. Professors Montana and Oliver came after- the former delivering a fairly Taken-esque line, and the other warning against any use of magic to harass or prank others.

That prompted a mild quirk of the lip on Dawn’s part before she went back to writing, flipping a page in order to make more room.

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Jason smiled over at Jasmine "Yes my father is teaching here, but I do not think it will be difficult at all. I am more worried about how the other students are going to feel about his teaching methods though, I have had a few pre-lectures and they are informative. Well informative once you get used to the teaching style that is."

He was about to say more when Percival appeared in the flesh and joined their table. Most likely joining them to ruin his pleasant conversation as usual. Other than a brief look of annoyance crossing his face and a hand twitch his displeasure was kept silent. Instead a small smile appeared on his face. "Ah Percival so glad you could join us, it seems that most of our generation will be attending the school. This is such a wonderful opportunity to get to know each other better wouldn't you agree?"

Whatever else Jason was about to say was cut short by the teachers starting to introduce themselves. Sitting up straighter in his chair Jason gave the teachers his mostly full attention. Though a few glances of disapproval were thrown Tover's way for having the gall to stand up and steal a chair in the middle of the presentation of their elders.

As the presentation concluded Jason made mental notes about each of the teachers. Professor Lovette seemed nice if a bit straight to the point.

While the younger professor, Schippers, seemed like a bit of pushover the stuttering during the presentation. His stuttering made him appear soft and weak, poor guy did not seem cut out to teach a bunch of rowdy mages.

If Schippers was soft and weak professor Ulftern was the exact opposite hard and strong, he seemed more like a jail warden than a teacher.

Next up to the bat stood professor Byrne, who seemed to think she was teaching at a military academy. Which suited Jason just fine as his fellow students could really use the disciple especially if someone was going to trust them with weapons.

Then Moore came up and gave the traditional lecture on sexual matters. He expected no less from the Beswick allied family, and was looking forward to how the traditional teacher handled things.

Kovalenko seemed in between a jailer and military trainer and overall just plain efficient if a bit cold. Taking shadow step with her was going to be hard yet rewarding.

Then Farren stood up, the second of the youngest professors who spoke for literally 30 seconds before stepping down. If Toby looked soft and weak Farren practically screamed lion food, and was probably going to get run over in a matter of days.

As his father took the stand he couldn't help but smirk as the room quieted down, it would teach those disrespectful jerks a little lesson. He wanted to see any of his fellow classmates try to cross his father, when they did he was going to bring some popcorn and laugh.

Then Montana took over with the expected threats, seriously people who were stupid enough to tamper with the force-field got what they deserved.

Last but not least stood his primary professor, Oliver, who seemed like a showman. Magicians had the best secrets so he was hoping to learn a lot of interesting tricks that could be made useful later.

As the call rang out for questions Jason remained silent and silently prayed to whatever deity was up there that Percival or Larke would not be his assigned roommates for the year. If they were he was probably going to punch and kick one of the school's training bags a lot.

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Character Portrait: Dawn Memoli Character Portrait: Maeve Brigid Byrne Character Portrait: Madison Lewis Lovette Character Portrait: Tover Book Character Portrait: Tessa Botrelle Character Portrait: Professor Oren Kovalenko Character Portrait: Leila Michelle Ingram Character Portrait: Percival Pelacour Character Portrait: Derrick Arthur Avalon Character Portrait: Draivess Ulftern Character Portrait: Jason Avalon Character Portrait: Roderic Alder Mayburry Montana Character Portrait: Skylar Oliver Character Portrait: Jasmine Sayge Character Portrait: Rei Farran Character Portrait: Desdemona Moore Character Portrait: Damien Moore Character Portrait: Toby Schippers
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Tessa had slipped away to use the restroom and had slipped back into the Library at the start of the lecture, seamlessly sliding into the chair as if she had been there the whole time. As her table mates talk she offered them a small smile but did not join in, after all she knew better then to interrupt these particular professors.

At the mention of the name Schipper's she flinched, sure this wasn't that Schippers but that didn't mean she wasn't going to be scared of the man. She would give the man the benefit of the doubt since he wasn't his evil bastard of a brother. However siblings tended to share a few traits, so she was going to steer clear of him if possible.

She frowned as Ulftern spoke up, he had no room to be on such a high horse the man was a terrible solider. Most of his team had been killed in the war and rumor had it that was his fault. The way he was ordering them around now? Yeah he deserved zero respect until he earned it. So glad she wasn't taking classes with him.

As Moore spoke she moved around in her seat uncomfortably, this wasn't the sort of talk she wanted to hear right now or ever. Hopefully this wouldn't be repeated and no one would get pregnant. Also they really choose the wrong person to talk about this as it was kinda hypocritical coming from Damien 'Playboy' Moore.

Farren seemed nice? She didn't know much about the woman other than she was good with her craft.

It was so odd to see Avalon, Byrne, Kovalenko, Montana, and Lovette members of her mother's military unit standing up and trying to be normal. All of them were anything butt and each had their own special quirks. Worse of all they each spoke like they were teaching a military academy rather than that of high-school, well accept for Lovette who was nice. The only part of their speeches that really bothered her was Montana's word's about messing with the shield around the school. Hopefully he didn't take accidents as a level five offense.

As Oliver took the stage and then proceeded to move around the room with ease she couldn't help but smile, he seemed like a fun teacher. Maybe his actions earlier was his own special war quirk and he was going to be a mostly nice guy.

Finally once the teachers were done talking she turned back to her table excitedly whispering to group. "They are going to do room pairs soon I hope I get one of you. If I do that would be so much fun!"

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Character Portrait: Dinah Fox Character Portrait: Nefertiti Anapa III Character Portrait: Theren Belvadeer Character Portrait: Dawn Memoli Character Portrait: Maeve Brigid Byrne Character Portrait: Madison Lewis Lovette Character Portrait: Helena Kingsley Character Portrait: Tover Book Character Portrait: Tessa Botrelle Character Portrait: Professor Oren Kovalenko Character Portrait: Leila Michelle Ingram Character Portrait: Seraph Character Portrait: Larke Sterling Character Portrait: Kora Norrevinter Character Portrait: Drake Coleman Character Portrait: Minori Fukutawa Character Portrait: Percival Pelacour Character Portrait: Jessica Rose Smith Character Portrait: Derrick Arthur Avalon Character Portrait: Draivess Ulftern Character Portrait: Jason Avalon Character Portrait: Roderic Alder Mayburry Montana Character Portrait: Skylar Oliver Character Portrait: Jasmine Sayge Character Portrait: Azaziel Crowley Character Portrait: Esperanza Ciervo Character Portrait: Rei Farran Character Portrait: Desdemona Moore Character Portrait: Cyrus Fox Character Portrait: Victor "the mallard" Miner Character Portrait: Damien Moore Character Portrait: Toby Schippers Character Portrait: Nimura Hedland
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“I’m afraid that questions will have to wait for now.” Striding out of the darkness, Madison pressed a button on the side of the projector, snuffing out the steadily wavering glow and leaving the library in complete darkness (save, of course, for the spotlights of students who had been fiddling with their phones throughout the presentation). The blackout remained for a few moments as the professor groped for the switch, and, upon finding it, a soft “click” rang out before light was restored- far stronger this time around, courtesy of the cone-shaped lamps scattered around the library.


Stepping away from the mammoth of a machine, Professor Lovette’s gaze once again cast down towards the watch around his wrist, then up again in order to properly meet his coworker’s eyes. “They’ve put us on a rather tight schedule, unfortunately- and, besides,” smiling, he turned towards the collected audience, “I’m sure that our students would like to get settled as soon as possible above anything else, if their restlessness is any indication.” Hands clasped, Madison strode to the library door, where he once again turned to face the gathering of teenagers- some who were just creeping out of childhood, faces still fresh and open, others with a brand new powdering of stubble across their jawline. All young in their own ways, and many sporting various shades of displeasure or bewilderment.


“Before we show you all to your dorms, however, we will take some time to properly show you around Marchand. While we are walking, feel free to ask Professor Farran about any of the blood wards scattered around the building- and thank you for your very gracious offer, Professor Farran- or any of us regarding any questions you may have in regards to the rules or such. We will be more than happy to respond.”


While that wasn’t entirely true, per se, the offer stood regardless.


After waiting for the crowd to once more gather their things and prepare to follow, Madison gave a slight nod to himself and stepped out, making his way down the hall. The corridor wasn’t really all too much to speak about- there was a bulletin board with a few flyers already tacked onto the cork; a trash can painted with stars and planets in a replication of space; posters with a variety of cheerful, encouraging messages; vending machines and water fountains. All things one would find in a “typical” school, and nothing particularly noteworthy. Nevertheless, Madison was not silent, chattering pleasantly as the group travelled.


“As most of you have already been to the office and cafeteria, I won’t bother reintroducing them to you- however, I would like to point out to those unaware that the office also serves as the location for the infirmary. In the event that anyone is injured, becomes sick, or anything of the sort, you are to report there as soon as you can, so our nurse can give you proper treatment. If, for any reason, the nurse is unavailable…” Upon reaching an intersection in the hall, Madison paused, tapped his finger against his bottom lip, then smiled and ushered the students down the right path.


“Sorry about that,” he hummed. “Had to decide which side to show you all first. Anyway, as I was saying, if our nurse is unavailable, keep in mind that all professors have first aid training. In addition, three of us- Professor Moore, Schippers, and myself- are accomplished Healers, so you may go to any of us for medical assistance if necessary.”


By the time he had finished speaking, Madison had led the little procession to a set of double doors, made from what seemed to be carefully polished mahogany. While it was difficult to properly see out to the other side, what with the glass being glazed over, it was still quite clear that it led outside.


“This is one of my favorite parts of campus.” Face bright with unrestrained eagerness, Madison swung both doors wide open and stepped out, moving to the side to allow the students a full view. “Welcome,” he said, “to the West Wing.”


The world beyond the door had been ripped straight out of a fairy tale, where the air was heavy with warmth and honeysuckle, and flowers were woven in thick lavender curtains. Directly outside was a covered wooden (this one being carved from walnut. It seemed that the Marchand builders had loved adding a more rustic feel to things) walkway, around eight feet wide and stretching around the entire diameter of the courtyard- for that’s exactly what it was, a courtyard, filled with life and dotted with the occasional statue here and there. The walkway had what seemed to be a fence around its border, as well, preventing a person from leaving wherever they wanted (unless, of course, they chose to vault over the fence for whatever reason). At the center of each side, the fence opened up in gothic archways, which led to a set of stairs down.


The steps themselves led to a stone-brick pathway, which went straight to the core of the yard, and intersected with the three other trails around a classic fountain. As Madison left the walkway and onto the path, more and more details became visible. Trees were dotted along both sides of the stone, from which the curtains- a tangle of wisteria and honeysuckle, that explained the smell- could dangle freely. Between the trees were simple granite benches, and, beyond them, one could spot several flower bushes, the occasional statue dotted here and there, and, on one side, even a small pond with a few lilies.


Above the entire garden was a large glass roof.


Madison came to a halt a few feet away from the fountain, where he only stood at first, face turned up to the sun. After a moment or so, he sighed- stretching his arms high above his head, then letting them fall back to his sides.


“Lovely day, too,” he noted. “I think we should take that as a good sign.” The Professor took another long, leisurely breath, then, contended, gestured to one side of the courtyard. “In the West Wing, you’ll be able to find the classrooms of Professors Moore, Schippers, Ulftern, Montana, and Oliver. The East Wing- which I will show you after touring the first floor of the gym- is where you can find the classes of Professor Kovalenko, Farran, myself, and Avalon. Professor Byrne teaches her courses in the school gymnasium, and you will find Professor Kovalenko teaching her Aquamancy courses there as well.” Madison paused, then added, “Well, more specifically, at the pool within the gymnasium. But we’ll get to that shortly.”


With a clap of his hands, the Pyromancer was off once again- heels pat-pattering along the flat stone, then the wood of the walkway, then stilling altogether as another door was swung open, kicking off the next part of the tour.


Compared with the compact nature of the library, and the detail put into the courtyard, the gymnasium seemed almost bleak in its openness. The walls were empty of any decor- save a few water fountains jutting out from the brick- and the floor was sterile, freshly waxed tile, with a few bright blue strips of tape marking certain positions and areas around the room.


“All of the equipment is put away for now,” Madison explained. “However, once classes begin, I assure you that there will be plenty more than there is now. To the left is the boy’s locker room, and the right is the girl’s. That door leads to storage, and the one over to the side leads to the East Wing.”


His hand lifted, pointing up to a balcony that, unlike the library’s before it, was not suspended. Instead, it was as if someone had taken the upper half of the walls, leaving a chunk that just so happened to also serve as a convenient passage about the gym. Like the library, however, it was lined with fence- metal instead of wood, but a fence nonetheless. Stairs led up to the opposing sides, then vanished high into the roof, tucked under the palate of some great creature’s maw.


“From the stairs, you can reach the common room, where you will be spending most of your time outside of class. The pool is on the roof, so we’ll take a look at that first to save time. Oh- but before we do, however…” Brushing off his blouse, Madison opened the next door- he had migrated some time during his little point-around- and peered outside. Unlike last time, he didn’t stamp outside, but it was still clear enough from a look that the East Wing was, while not identical, was fairly similar to the West in design. Instead of a stone path, however, it was completely brick. The trees were red maple, the benches were wood, and, filling the courtyard with their brilliant warmth, were hundreds of tulips the color of fire. They nodded lazily in the autumn breeze, politely greeting the new guests with the uttermost courtesy. Madison held the door open for a few minutes, allowing the students to get a proper look, before slowly pushing it back into place


“Let’s keep going,” Madison said gently.


The pool was in the same shape as the gymnasium itself- empty, save for the large pool in the middle, set up with markers at different points to mark depth, a few lights, and the safety equipment found in every pool in the world. What made up for the absence, however, was what could be considered the roof of the roof. Where the walls ended, glass began- thick, reinforced sheets that allowed you a magnificent view of the sky above. Madison preferred the place at night, himself, but said nothing about it as he started to usher the students back down the stairs. Couldn’t be planting any ideas in their heads, after all.


Then came the common room.


It was obvious that when the room was originally conceived, it was intended to be just as organized as the library was, the way the courtyards were- the rest of the building, really, that matter. The wallpaper was a deep, easy-on-the-eyes green, the floor a rich cherrywood. However, anything after that point is where any pretense of sanity left the room, hightailing it better pastures somewhere else.


A kinder person would call the decor charming.


Someone less so would call it hard on the eyes.


An interior decorator would have a heart attack on the spot three steps into the room.


No matter which category one fell into, it was obvious that the furniture didn’t quite sit well with itself. It clashed horribly in style and texture, quality and age. A plaque fastened to the nearest wall offered some kind of explanation for this atrocity.


“We here at Marchand give our sincere thanks
For the generous funding and donations
Provided by the families listed below.”

From there on, if one was well-versed enough in the identities of magical families- even a few- one could accurately place a name to the pieces, fitting together like some Frankenstein puzzle game. There was a set of furniture made from genuine animal fur and sinew, animal skulls glaring down at whoever dared to go near them, pelt rugs, and several tapestries bearing what appeared to be a sky wolf brawling a group of bears below- all of which were a dead ringer for the Norrevinters. There was a substantial amount of brand new luxury goods, ranging from couches that seemed far too expensive to even look at the wrong way, to a set of wall-mounted televisions, and even a few game systems. Sterlings, most likely. While the other families weren’t at all short on funds, the casual spending of donations told quite a bit.


There was a tired looking, recently stitched couch that smelled strongly of death and Febreeze, along with a scuffed up mini-table with a shrouded figurine of a woman sat upon it (a woman whose skull was bared, painted and grinning). Ciervos. A set of lap desks stacked up in the corner- Avalons- ,a set of leather seats, and a few polished tables and shelves. All of Italian make. Memoli. A pine writing desk and chair from the Pelacours, a pure white couch from the Moores. Another tapestry from the Magnaventus, starring numerous dead lineages.


The names went on and on, and with them, the differences in assortment. Notably, the Sterling and Norrevinter styles appeared to be the most numerous within the room, as if the families had gotten into a kind of quarrel over who could donate the most- which, given their histories together, didn’t seem all that out of place. It was unclear who won, exactly, but it seemed that that was the biggest source of the conflict in design.


“The common room,” Madison announced. “As I mentioned earlier, this is the area where you will be spending most of your time outside of class. You are welcome to use any object here during your free time, but please be careful with them. Everything here was donated to us, and it would be disrespectful to the families if you took their gifts for granted.” He gave a brief pause, allowing the words to properly sink in. The silence lasted for a few moments before he broke out in another smile, swiped a remote from the nearby table, and powered on one of the TVs. Upon the screen was “DORM INFORMATION” in bright font, followed by a list of names, and a variety of numbers to go along with them.


“As you might have guessed, the numbers mark the dorms you will be staying in throughout the semester. The name- or names, in a few cases- are your roommates. I would suggest that you get well-acquainted with them during your time here.


“The dorms are also marked by your families’ crest, but in the case you are unable to find where you are staying, please ask one of us- it’s our job to help you, after all.” Smile widening, Madison replaced the remote, and moved to the center of the room. “You’ll find the entrance to the girl’s dorms on the right, and the boy’s on the left, much like in the gymnasium. With that in mind,” Madison abruptly pulled a sheet of fabric from the wall, revealing lines of keys pinned beneath.


“Go get yourselves settled, everyone. Unpack, meet your roommates. We’ll come get you when it’s time for lunch.”

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Jesse was interrupted from her thoughts by the cold voice of Professor Kovalenko. Aquamancy and Shadowstep. Good, she wouldn't have any classes with her. She's scary. And apparently she placed blood magic wards all over the place. That jsut sounded creepy, but from the nonchalant way she talked about blood magic, it must be commonplace.

Next came Professor Farran, who was, according to Kovalenko, the professor of blood magic. And terramancy! This is what she had been waiting for, her primary school. She leaned forward as her new pet scurried back into her hoodie. But all she did was talk about the blood magic wards. Jesse's face fell a little and turned to whisper to Minori how disappointed she was with her professor's speech. "Man, that was --"

The last word never came out. She felt her mouth moving. She felt her vocal chords vibrating. But no sound. She looked up at the professor who was speaking. "Hello, my name is Professor Avalon and I will be teaching each of you Mage History." Great, another strict professor she'd be having class with. He talked about disputes between the students. Hopefully no one would try to pick on her, but she was sure the Norrevinter girl and the boy she was picking on at breakfast would be in his office quite frequently. He gave them their voices back, but she dare not speak. She did not want to write an essay that long. However, all her subjects were covered, so she tuned out the rest of the presentation. She heard something about a force field around the school, but mostly she just wanted to be in her dorm room in her bed. The tiredness had not gone away.

Finally, Professor Lovette stepped up and cast the room in complete darkness. She panicked for a second before the room got brighter than it was before. She looked around the library, finally getting a good look at it. It seemed like a nice enough place. She was going to have to do a lot of studying here if she was to catch up, so she should get used to it. Professor Lovette told them the next part of the day was a tour, and she groaned. She did not want to walk around. Nevertheless, she picked up her things and filed out the door with the other students.

She paid attention as Lovette pointed out key locations, such as the infirmary and the office. She led them through a set of double doors into a beautiful courtyard. Jesse had just found her favorite spot on campus. She found it difficult to keep up as she admired the flowers and the wildlife. Speaking of the wildlife, a squirrel found its way to her and scurried up her leg. She picked it up from her hoodie and gave it some food before sending it back to its home. As she continued to listen, she discovered both of her secondaries would be here! That gave her some excitement before following her fellow students into the cavernous, empty gym. There was no decor, making the place look really depressing. Professor Lovette pointed out the Aquamancy pool, which really had no bearing for her, as aquamancy was not her primary. She climbed up the stairs to the common room. Finally! She was looking forward to laying in bed.

The common room was the greatest eyesore she had ever seen. The furniture was so mismatched she didn't know where to begin. There was a couch that looked like it had belonged to a necromancer, a mirror that looked like an aquamancers, and... that coffee table. Between the necromancer's couch and two animal fur armchairs. She recognized it. It was the coffee table from her parent's house growing up. In fact, they had recently gotten a new one in the last few months. When Jesse asked where the old coffee table had gone, they said they gave it away to charity. Some charity this was! Anger flared up inside her once again at how little her parents told her.

She looked up at the TV the professor pointed out. She looked at the screen trying to find her name. "Girls Dorm 5 -- Jesse and Desi". Who was Desi? Well, she supposed she would find out soon enough.

"Well, I guess I'll see you guys at lunch!" She said cheerfully to Minori and Esperanza. She turned right and followed the numbers to her dorm room. It was nothing spectacular, but she supposed it looked comfortable enough. She set her things down and plopped on the bed, the mattress sinking slightly beneath her weight. She laid there and waited for her roommate. Hopefully she doesn't take too long, Jesse thought, or she might find me asleep! She closed her eyes and tried to picture her first day of classes going perfectly. It probably wouldn't happen, but she could daydream, right?

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Character Portrait: Dinah Fox Character Portrait: Nefertiti Anapa III Character Portrait: Theren Belvadeer Character Portrait: Dawn Memoli Character Portrait: Maeve Brigid Byrne Character Portrait: Madison Lewis Lovette Character Portrait: Helena Kingsley Character Portrait: Tover Book Character Portrait: Tessa Botrelle Character Portrait: Professor Oren Kovalenko Character Portrait: Leila Michelle Ingram Character Portrait: Seraph Character Portrait: Larke Sterling Character Portrait: Kora Norrevinter Character Portrait: Drake Coleman Character Portrait: Minori Fukutawa Character Portrait: Percival Pelacour Character Portrait: Jessica Rose Smith Character Portrait: Derrick Arthur Avalon Character Portrait: Draivess Ulftern Character Portrait: Jason Avalon Character Portrait: Roderic Alder Mayburry Montana Character Portrait: Skylar Oliver Character Portrait: Azaziel Crowley Character Portrait: Esperanza Ciervo Character Portrait: Rei Farran Character Portrait: Desdemona Moore Character Portrait: Cyrus Fox Character Portrait: Lucien Magnaventus Character Portrait: Damien Moore Character Portrait: Toby Schippers
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"I'm Minori. Thank you for the food" The “you’re welcome” Tover thought of didn’t slip out. Thrown off by the small grin before Minori quickly wrapped her arms around him in a brief hug. "Thank you," she’d whispered before letting go. His automatic responses had left his lips like clockwork, but this, this was a wrench in the gears of the factory and the foreman didn’t know what to do.

He’d gotten as far as getting the heads up her name was Minori, and that he’d made a good call with being inviting. The sudden hug made his world spin and twist, still feeling the lingering sensation of pressure that tingled on his skin after she’d let go and devoured the avenue of opportunity he’d provided her.

It wasn’t a bad feeling.

He didn’t mind this.

The feeling of a thousand eyes all stabbing him in the back? He minded that. With a clench of the hands, Tover went straight to tie-fidgeting and straightening up into a half turn so his shoulder was aimed at the speaker. His eyes couldn’t help but take the moment to flicker to Minori. She’d gotten settled. End of the Line. Now what was this lumbering mountain of German-accented bricks all about?

It was so difficult to see in this half-light, eyes forced to squint. Sure you could see some, but details were made entirely of backlit grey. That was more than enough to catch the more-important-than-thou gait, strut, and stance. Tone? What? What was with that sudden change in general feel in the air?

You didn’t need to be an Aeromancer to feel that the vibe just got noosed. Mr. Lovette spoke with a kindness and softhearted intelligence. Someone you’d trust to vent your frustrations and bothers to. Schippers was a substitute teacher getting his first real chance at a real job. Or at least that’s what it felt like. General demeanor said smart cookie. Definitely still in the ‘Teacher’ bracket.

Not this.

What the fuck was this.

”Draivess Ulftern,”
Okay. An introduction. Why the iron tone? Something felt weird here.
”Levitation or Poisons? You are mine.”

If there was a way to make an enemy out of Tover. Telling him his agency and will didn’t matter was a surefire way to do it. There was only one person who could step on him like that, and he wasn’t interested in a repeat performance.
A breath was taken. Maybe not what was meant?
The first inklings of discomfort had settled in, a frown plastered on his brows and general expression. The inkling went to blaring dangernoodles when he got leered at straight on, after which the sense of discomfort flatout altered to agitation.
“I expect full respect to be given”
Well brick house over there was going to have to deal with being terribly disappointed, because that’s not how respect works, and outright demanding it was not the way to foster it. It was however, definitely the way to.. what.. holdon. Did I hear that right?”

”And absolutely unmerciful.”
Tover’s face went from solidly agitated to defiantly shocked. Threats? Why the hell are *Teachers * threatening students over something.. so..so..
No. It wasn’t just the line delivered. It had been –How- it was delivered. With a sense of absoluteness and cemented rigidity a competent teacher would never develop built right into the words. There was no wiggle room. No room for opinion, argument, or growth. There was Ulftern’s Will, or there was nobody.

Tover felt cold. Unwanted and cold. Not that it was cold, just that the pleasant warm fuzz from earlier has just been eaten away. He hadn’t been wrong, and the little hope that he might have been iced over and felt crushed under a boot.

Conclusions on initial reactions came swift. Unless that thing calling itself a teacher proved to be otherwise, he wanted nothing to do with that guy. Anything or anyone that desired to step on his will with that kind of absolute intensity, deserved only his hate. He’d figure Telekinesis out himself if there was no other teacher.

He needed to sit.
Pointless.
He coulden’t move, much less get back to his table.
Emotions were rooting him to the spot. Internal pangs and tingles of sadness, anger, restraint, and the inability to do that last one burdening his heart and his head. There was only standing there, and watching, and hope that had been an anomaly.

-

"Captain Maeve Brigid Byrne"

Jesus fucking Christ.

Tover sat on the God-Damn luggage. Emotions were still spilling over the floor in his head trying to scrape all the papers they spilled off the floor. Then quietly receded when dread slunk its fingers around the corner of the main hallway.
The same introduction style, but this one was “Captain.”

"I'll be your instructor for combat and Aeromancy, so every one of you in this room will be seeing me for at least one course.

Oh dear god.
Tover wasn’t religious. Atleast. Not yet? But was the Majority of the staff here Military? The pattern became a possibility with how this turn of events suddenly played out. Also another one with a strong accent. Irish? Irish. The hair alone had enough grit in it to fell a small tree.

He’d be seeing her at minimum Twice. At least she didn’t outright demand respect, just a title and that she was.. well. Captain behavior. The allowance of a way to wiggle out was unexpected. The rest wasn’t as much as a shock after the prior presenter. Obviously not in the teacher bracket, and she dealt with his useless primary to boot? The sarcasm oozed out of his voice.

Grand.

-
“I’m Damien Moore.”
“I will be teaching Necromancy and Healing.”

Tover didn’t know rainbows could give birth. Apparently he was wrong. Moore’s way of being didn’t actually bother him, rather what kept being said in this presentation was. This was starting to feel like oppression. Even if they didn’t mean it the way he heard it, it was My way My way My way. I demand your respect, I demand your attention, I demand you not put your fingers into the puddle and cause trouble.

He’d been interested in healing before. He was considering not going with the idea of shadow step. He didn’t know much about some of the secondaries, so aside from levitation they were fairly fluid.

He wanted to fly, after all.

The enthusiastic and boisterous welcome felt like a dismissal more than an actual welcome. There was no cape fancy enough to twirl or swirl dramatically that did not make him feel unwelcome and unwanted.

Don’t mix bloodlines?
Then you shouldn’t have put them all together.
It was moot. He was just agitated and venting at nothing. He hadn’t even though of significant others or anything of the sort until that uncomfterable-ass speech by the flamboyancomancer.

-

Tov shoved off the luggage and got up after rubbing fingers over his temples some. He had a headache. The feeling of being rooted was fading, now if ever was a good time. Atleast until the cafeteria frostguard stabbed him with a mental icicle.

"Are you all quite finished talking and handing out food?

Oh Come on.

Tover didn’t think his stomach could sink much lower. Not one, but two daggers in his back just because he didn’t wanted someone to feel unwelcome. What kind of garbage school was thi… Oh. Some gears turned.

Not a school?

The thought lingered as Kovalenko spoke her due. On top of that, she taught SS? So none of the things he was actually interested in learning was being taught with someone able to see him as a person. A bit of a harsh initial judgment, but Tov wasn’t feeling the best right now.

Wall and Lock wards.
Magic security.
Sure.
Are we even surprised at this point.

The sudden twist to different professor was unexpected.

Oh it was the one with similar-looking hair. A Professor Farran. Who.. sounded like it walked off the exact same boat Mr. Schippers had. A temp that became a full hire? Teacher bracket. Didn’t Iron-Fist unlike the other few. Blood Magic was several degrees of not his thing. About on the same level on necromancy for things he wanted to keep at arms length.

-

Avalon was up next. Kept it cold and quick for a man who taught history. MWI had some interesting notes to it, but he didn’t think it was going to be for him. Had it just been really really quiet?

Survival needs trumped emotional discord when everyone in the vicinity just up and completely changed patterns. Suddenly there was movement, action, panicked faces. Why no sound. Nobody was making sound. No. Nothing was making sound. Where did.. Kovalenko? No. Although she set the precedent for teachers using mass-scale abilities to prove a point.
Kov. Cold. Aquamancy.
Lovette. Warm. Pyro.
Avalon. Silence. Trickery?
Nothing else he knew of could tamper with sense data.

Oh he hated it. He hated it bad.
Reliable information was a prized and touchy subject. At the same time, the ability to deny it to others was a delicious little cookie that he wanted access to. Alas. Useless Aeromancy was his poison. At least he’d Fly one day.

Sound returned. Tov had stood there with hands in his pockets. Looking around not bothering to talk or try and test it. Evidence aplenty. Plus he had some personal discomforts keeping him preoccupied. The threat was rather moot. It wasn’t the point.
Avalon was another non-teacher with the ‘my way or the high’ way vibe. Another example of strong-arming, another nail in the coffin.

Tov had a headache.

He was getting tired.

Not physically tired.

Willpower tired. It was all just too much of the same from the place he wanted nothing to do with, sans military. All that happened is a change of flavor.

Another ‘teacher’ took stand.

-

Oh. Janitor in a suit man. Sure. Could not be much worse than the par the field had set.
There had been no inspiring speeches so far, maybe he’d be pleasantly surprised.

Had there even been a shining light yet? No, forget shiny light. A candle. Something. An illuminant source of ‘it’s not as bad as it looks’ to keep holding onto.

Madison.
There was Madison.

The introduction was cut and dry enough. But of course for what purpose do hopes exist aside to be shattered. The pattern holds and actual despair set in at the words.
"Around this school is a force field, maintained and monitored at all times by entities within these halls."
"Any tampering with these force fields is a level five offense."

Cage.
They put everyone in a cage.
A cage with locked doors, barred hallways, strict militant lecturers and teachers, a school schedule with not a single common teaching topic on the list, where everything done not according to the jailors will was a punishable offense. What was it that had been said earlier?
”And absolutely unmerciful.”

Yeah. That.

Tover felt like misery.

This was a Military Academy or a Jail. Or Both. This wasn’t freedom. This was a concentration camp with a friendly name, shiny lights, and a cutesy reason for people to get tossed here. Aside from the other students he’d met this place was a copy of what he was trying to get away from.

His heart sank and eyes dulled. Fingertips buzzed as if his digits had fallen asleep. The feeling wormed along his arms and down his spine.

Another teacher. The show wasn’t done.
He was vague aware of his butt sinking back onto the luggage. When’d he get back here? Oh who cared.

-

Right. The asshat at breakfast. Already didn’t like h..where did he go. The theatrics were entirely unappreciated after that tirade of tyranny. Tover was on a mental edge and this was pushing his feet off. Avalon had made his brain ring with panic but this was just a bitch move.
You are to keep the use of magic down to a minimum while outside of class.
"If you witness misuse of any magic, or fall victim to it.”

Wow. He knew he disliked the guy, now he just had more reasons as Skylar vanished and reappeared in differing areas. Completely throwing off his already run ragged sense perception. Frenchie was doing exactly what he was telling the students not to do.
Why? Aside from rubbing the salt in. Professor Oliver vanished again.
Quit. Doing. That.

A pang of pain his the side of the front of Tov’s head. He didn’t want to be here anymore. His perception had faded, his head wasn’t dealing well with the slew of misinformation and he needed sleep. So. So much sleep to get over the utter cascade of new things that happened today.

It didn’t add up and his head was reeling. Was most of the staff military? Because he’d met military war-veteran teachers and they were nothing like this. What a member of his own family had said on the matter was still burned and hard-coded in his head, and that view was currently being challenged.

A war vet does not go "I own you, Pipe down, STFU and listen to me you dumb little babies."
A war vet goes "You are what my friends died to protect. You are what I suffered to keep alive. Your eyes are innocent and shiny and I hope to god I can do whatever it takes to keep them that way and get you ready for what's to come in a fashion that doesn't put you through the hell I had to go through. Because I wish that on no-one, and never will I ever treat you like anything less than the hope of my universe. I'm going to be tough on you. But I don't give a damn that I don't know you because asfar as I'm concerned the children of my fellows became my children too. Because they talked about how much they loved their kids, and then they died protecting them. I refuse to lose my humanity and not see that through for them, that is not only the least I can do, My heart wouldn't forgive me if I didn't see this through. The war is over, by -MY- war is not, and these kids are my redemption. I am fucked. I am broken. I have suffered. My future is gone and my Life is in shambles. I will never tell you to your face, but you are my everything."

The world just sort of.

Faded.

Madison spoke up.

The voice stood out.

The exact things she was saying were garbled, but enough of the basics got through for the general gist.

She’d asked for questions? He had them. But not the heart to go through with it right now. He just felt empty, and trapped, and cold right behind his sternum.

-

He was in the crowd during the tour of the facility. Tover looked, but didn’t see. Concentration didn’t really come back until he was face to door with the Tyto Alba family crest. An oddly simple carved nameplate was next to it, No Crest. Fox.

He’d been on autopilot most of the trip. Cyrus Fox had been the name in that list back there, he thought. It didn’t really occur to him that’s what the list had been for until he pushed the dorm door open.
Oh. Beds.

Tov just walked through, sat on one, and did the essential action of falling face first into the pillow.

They’d be summoned for lunch? Okay.
Naptime.

How are you getting through this Tov?


He didn’t much have an answer to his own question.

Did it matter if he got through it? Did others even see or feel the same thing he felt?

If they didn’t, then. Good for them to not have this bother.
If they did..

How would they get through it?
They’d need something to hold on to at the very least. Something positive.

Madison.
He mumbled into the pillow.

No, no it wasn’t going to be enough.
How does someone that feels they don’t matter get out of the hole.
You need a ladder?
Someone has to throw the ladder.
Person that throws the ladder also has to be something you want to go towards.
Something warm.
Something shiny.

I don’t matter.
But nobody else has to feel that way.
Not if I can do something about it.

What have you been doing all day tov?
You’ve been tossing ladders.
You tried something different and something new because you didn’t want things to be the way they always were.
People saw you. People categorized you.
Hell, two of the staff directly snapped at you because you were doing the very thing you believed was the right call.
Who cares if it wasn’t the choice –they- liked. It was the choice –you- are okay living with.

Make the choice that you can live with. Even if you don’t think much about the living bit right now.

There might be someone in the student body that’s a shiny light.
Someone to hold on to. Someone to see and go “I don’t got this, but he’s gonna catch me.”
I can’t take that chance and find out there is no-one.
So what are you doing Tov?

If there is nobody around to be a guiding light, I will kindle myself, and hope my dim flame brings a bright sun to bear.

If I can set the precedent, then even if I fail. Because I’m expecting to fail at so much while I’m here, as I just don’t know squat. If I can be the first push of the kindling, someone more capable will pick up the torch.

Get up Tov.
Get. Up.
Not from the bed.

You can’t take care of you as you are now.
You need help.
Be someone worth helping.

Just be you.
You can do this.

Light that torch.

Tover sat up after having ground his face amply into the pillow. If his eyes had gotten wet at all, the evidence would have been wiped. He took a stern, deep breath. Then two. Then Three.

His headache was still present. He still felt awful.
Day wasn’t over. More to do.


I have a roommate to meet.

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The initial text to Liz about Esperanza’s blossoming social life had quickly spiralled into a series of questions and demands regarding said social life, including (but definitely not limited to) what they looked like, what their names where, what Primaries they had, and, in an afterthought, if Esp had met any cute necromancer boys yet. Esperanza dutifully doled out every scrap of information she had gathered, then gave the solemn report that while she was unaware of most of her classmates’ magical typing, and was currently more preoccupied with meeting her professors, she would try to keep an eye out for anyone who looked particularly handsome and necromancer-like.


Liz had begun giving her own heartfelt advice on the matter when Esp dismissed herself from the conversation, clicking the phone off and shoving it into the folds of her skirt. As much as she needed to be reminded that bribing people with candy and favors was a good way to get people to like her, she really did need to focus on the presentation. Besides, some of the teachers were quite intimidating, and Esperanza was concerned that if one of them caught her fiddling around with her phone, they would take it. Or destroy it. She thought the Ice Woman would be more than happy to do that if provoked.


Upon tucking away her phone, however, Esperanza came to find that one of her original party was missing- and, in her place, a white-haired girl with one side of her face written over with scars. She blinked, surprised, blinked again, and in a voice kept soft enough to not attract the attention of the faculty, spoke.


“Hello. I did not see you in the cafeteria, and you were not here before. My name is Esperanza.” She paused, then, putting on her best welcoming face, said, “It’s nice to meet you, Minori. I have a video of a Norrevinter knocking a boy over and putting milk in his hair, if you want to see.”


Shortly after greeting the stranger, Espie’s eyes began to wander, searching for a certain fluffy sweater somewhere among the crowd. While still delighted to meet someone new, there was still the matter that one of her first “friends” had gone missing with no explanation. She had just begun to wonder if Helena was in the library at all when Esperanza caught sight of her. She was talking to some rather strange looking boy, and, while someone more socially competent might have took notice of just how awkward the situation was.


Unfortunately, where others might easily tread social waters, Esp didn’t just flounder; she sank right to the bottom, got her foot stuck under a six ton boulder, and drowned within a minute.


Smiling obliviously, Esperanza waved at Helena, then left her to talk with her company- something that the Ciervo decided was the polite thing to do in this situation. Without the buzzing of her sister’s messages, and the worry that had previously weighed on her, Esperanza’s attention was free to return fully to the presentation at hand. Luckily for her, her focus shifted just as one of her teachers (well, technically Professor Lovette was one, but they had already “met” the woman in a way. The same went for Cowboy Teacher and Ice Lady, but everyone else beside them were completely new) came to the stand. Her focus lingered as each of her instructors stepped up, and, as they did, Esp reached various conclusions about the Marchand faculty.


These conclusions were:


Professor Schippers and Farran (of Familiar Conjurations and Blood Magic, respectively) both seemed young, bumbling, and completely unassuming. Esperanza immediately took a great liking to the two. She also liked Professor Lovette, who, while neither as young or as bumbling, was nicer than some of the other teachers.


She wasn’t sure if teachers were supposed to act like they’d be more than happy to break a few noses and bones if provoked, but if they were, then this set was doing a very good job of it.


A man was her necromancy teacher.
A man was her necromancy teacher?


Esperanza’s brow furrowed in visible bewilderment, and her hand was just about to shoot up for confirmation before another, Lovette, announced that they would start the tour instead of doing questions. She decided that she could wait until later to ask, when classes began. Fingers tracing against the ink of her arm, Esp rose, obediently following the crowd outside the library.


The pool and gymnasium held little interest to her. While she understood that a class of hers would be taking place in the building, her attention quickly wandered, not interested in taking in the wide, empty nature of the area. The vast amount of space made Esperanza feel vaguely uncomfortable, and she couldn’t swim. While there was a thin river that ran on the borders of her little town, she had never had the opportunity to learn. Still, she thought the glass roof was a very nice touch.
The loveliest places were definitely the courtyards, though- in particular, the East Wing. Esperanza adored bright colors, and the East Wing was completely flush with them. The tour didn’t go through it like they did the West, but Esp was content to explore it later, on her own time- perhaps she could even pick a flower for herself to keep.


But first, however. Dorms.


This was one of the things Esperanza was most excited about. She would be sharing a little room with a complete stranger, for as long as they were at school- a stranger! They would talk every day, and get to know each other, and work on homework together. Maybe they would even become friends. Smiling like the sun, Esp immediately rushed to grab her key when allowed, eyeing her roommate’s name carefully.


“Nim...ura Hedlund.” It was a name that carried no meaning or familiarity for her, but Esp did her best to commit it to memory. Nodding to herself, Esperanza entered the girl’s wing, taking note of the assortment of furniture in the common room (and recognizing a few pieces, as well) but filing away the information for later thought.


Unlocking the door bearing her family’s symbol- a vulture’s silhouette- Esperanza padded inside, made her way to the left side of the room, and, dropping her luggage at her feet, she hopped onto the bed and began to wait.

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Desi crossed her legs at the ankles and folded her hands again, watching the teachers s they began to speak. She was especially curious about who would be teaching her, besides her father. She was more than familiar with how Dami taught necromancy, so it wasn’t anything new. It was the others that were worrying.

Professor Lovette was first, listing off the rules that Dami had read to her the night before. The next teacher meanwhile, was a nervous wreck. He was teaching familiars and…great. She hoped nothing stressed the dude out too much, or he’d be impossible to listen to.

The next teacher was another Oren type, a strict man who would be teaching her as well. Levitation. Contrary to Tessa’s thoughts, Desi wondered what had really happened. She knew the teachers were all hired for extraordinary skill and ability (and was more than a little proud of her adoptive father), so whatever had gotten past the defender had to have been quite the attack. It was sure to be an interesting story, if she could learn it…

The combat teacher was scary. And for that matter, Desi hated combat. She did ballet, piano, and shooting, not combat. Desi’s type of combat was “summon a poltergeist to slam attacker into wall”, not actual fighting. Why hadn’t Dami warned her? She gave her father the stink eye as he took the stage, but snickered at his choice of rule to address.
Nice job dad.
Clearly it wasn’t meant to be taken too seriously, except the last bits.

The opposite could be said of the aquamancy teacher’s speech, which left no room for misinterpretation. This was not someone you wanted on your bad side, and well…fuck. Furrowing her brow, Desi decided tuning out was safe, and began to try to script an apology.

Without grovelling, though, she was better than that.

She only tuned back in at the final hush and rise of small talk again, and grinned immediately, looking at her table-mates. “What do you think of the teachers?” she asked as small talk as they took a tour of the lovely grounds before getting to their dorms.

“How about we find our rooms and then talk later? I want to see my room- see you at lunch?” she suggested, before going off. Her door had an unfamiliar crest (she was bad at recognizing them anyway) beside the Moore crest, which was a skeletal hand on a black background with a red rose growing up the bone and resting in the palm.

Creepy, yes. But she liked it.

She opened the door and pulled her stuff in, beginning to put her things away. She was first so she could choose, right? She wanted the bed away from the window and coincidentally, the door, so she turned to survey the beds, onyl to realize that oh, she wasn't first.

“Oh, hello!” she greeted cheerfully. “Sorry, I didn't notice you there! I'm Desdemona Moore” pause, smile, hold out hand to shake. “But please, call me Desi. Mind if I take this bed? I like being away from door and windows, stereotypes and all that. Nice to meet you...” she trailed off, hinting for a name.

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A soft smile crept across Mitch’s face at Tover’s mention of Apple, and she reached down to scritch the back of his scruff. He responded with a throaty rumble before curling tighter around her feet, his fronds drooping at the sides of his face.

Before she could respond, though, the blur of light in the room was tossed into a blur of darkness, and the professors began to speak.

There was some degree of motion and whispering taking place in the room, but she did her best to keep her entire focus forward, cataloging voices. If nothing else, she was relieved that there were so many accents amongst the faculty: It made it quite easy to categorize and compartmentalize the voices.

She shrunk back in her seat as Lovette mentioned the rule regarding familiar conjuration. Her shoulders slumped and she folded her hands in her lap, hoping that by appearing small she could hide from any accusative stares.

And then there was Professor Schippers. The man’s voice was soft, and she recognized the name immediately from her class schedule: Professor of runes and conjuration. His mention of the “prior permission” clause was somehow both embarrassing and a relief at once, but his stammer pulled it closer to the latter.

There was something comforting about her main professor being a bit “different,” too, though she would not have admitted it.

Then came a small parade of accents: Staunch voices talking of strict policies, each of which she tried her best not to shrink away from. She had no classes with Ulftern or Kovalenko, thank God.

She would not be filling out the form by Byrne’s door, her mother’s prior advice be damned.

When a French voice spoke up, and then began to speak from different corners of the room, she reached out to touch the chair next to her. Tessa? She thought it was Tessa. It was disorienting, and she flinched when he sounded closer to her than he had before.

She did not like Professor Oliver.

Professor Moore, Schippers, and Lovette.

That was the entire list of faculty who did not frighten her.

Splendid.

As Lovette announced a tour was about to begin, Mitch gave her small click to Apple, and the pair once again stood in tandem. “I’ll catch up after,”she told her group of friends, “It’s easier for Apple if we hang toward the back.”

They waited patiently for the tour group to move out, and then Apple followed immediately at her heels. She listened religiously as Lovette spoke, doing her best to keep track of both what was being said as well as mentally logging footsteps and relative distances in her mind. The exact locations of classrooms were still a mystery, but she assumed there would be someone nearby she could latch onto and ask come the first day of proper classes.

The gym room and pool were unpleasant and disorienting at best; the echoes made it hard to understand the size of the space, and the idle chatter around her nearly drowned out any ability to understand Professor Lovette.

When they reached the muter softness of the common room, she was more than relieved.

Her stomach twisted into a knot at the discussion of roommates being written on the board. She did not want to shove to the front, nor did she want to have to pull out her reading glasses and take the time to skim for her own name while everyone was forced to wait on her.

She was relieved when she heard her name.

“Me!” she piped up, waving in the direction of the voice, “I’m Ingram. Over here!” Quite helpfully, Apple joined in Mitch’s efforts: He let out a sqwuaking chirp and rose onto his hind legs, just in case someone had managed to overlook his friend.

He was such a helpful Apple.

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“Exactly what I was thinking, my good man.” Percival’s eyes were bright with good cheer as he reached forward and gave Jason a hearty smack on the shoulder. “Who knows- maybe some of us Council kids’ll end up rooming together, too! It’d be a real blast, amiright?”


After knowing Jason for several years at this point- what with their similar backgrounds forcing some level of interaction- Percival had developed a level of knowledge on just how to push the other’s buttons. It wasn’t necessarily an encyclopedia’s worth, but it was enough to satisfy the Pelacour for the time being. Flashing a toothy grin at both Jason and Jasmine, Percy cracked his neck, then sat back to watch the presentation.


It didn’t take long for him to make opinions on each of the Marchand educational staff. The professors were quite the characters, after all- half of them acting like the next Bryan Mills, and the other half being a mix of buddy-buddy, and nervous, “I hope they can’t smell weakness” rookies. They weren’t exactly the droning English teachers and morbidly (and ironically) obese fitness coaches of high school lore, which, in this case, could either be a bad thing, a really bad thing, or kind of funny in its own right. Percival was rather fond of the “all of the above” option in this case.


After the presentation concluded, Percival spent the moments others were collecting their bags in his seat, stretching his legs out under the table until they popped. So. His Primary was being taught by the Bryan Mills guy. Illumination was being taught by Mr. Omelette Du Fromage, Theory was with the one who Percival thought would belong more in a Disney movie than anything, Combat was with the angry lion lady, and History was with one Professor Avalon.


As far as professors went, he considered himself fairly lucky- especially in the face of some of the others. With a merry grin, Percival jumped from the table, and went to follow the rest of the students on the tour. Unlike others, the Pelacour held little wonder and awe at the sight of the courtyards- thinking it pretty, but nothing worth foaming about. He had some interest in the pool, but what really caught his eye was the common room. By all means, Percy wasn’t a modest person. It reflected in the complete eyesore that was his coat, the “freedom” he allowed his hair, the muchness of his personality. The garish decor of the room appealed to him. Spoke to him. Giving a nearby carving of some kind of gryffin-wolf-creature-thing a pat, he went to grab his key and give the roommate list a good scanning.


The grin returned, and Percy found himself biting back a laugh.


While it wasn’t Jason, his remark about Council kids rooming together hadn’t been wrong- there, besides his name, was Larke Sterling. Percival gave a slow, almost incredulous shake of his head, then went to find his dorm, spinning the key ring on his finger all the while.


It didn’t take long for him to find where he’d be staying the semester- it was one of the closest rooms to the entryway, after all. Lucky for ol’ Sterling, he thought. Just as the secretary had promised, Percival discovered his luggage right at the end of one of the beds, leaning precariously against the mattress. He didn’t waste much time in hefting the cases up onto his- it was his now, he decided- bed, popping it open, and strewing his belongings across the covers. There was his clothes, of course, his computer, a few games, the family rapier (would have to get that checked in, Percy mused), some toiletries, one of those smiling crap emoji pillows, a few posters…


As far as furnishings went, he was set, Percival thought, then began putting away his clothes in one of the wardrobes.