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Jasmine Sayge

"You all act like children."

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

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Full Name:
Jasmine Melanie Sayge


Nicknames/Aliases:
Jazz


Age:
17


Gender:
Female


Primary:
Terramancy


Student

Secondaries of Interest:
Toxic Production, Magical Weapon Infusement



Description:
Jasmine often adorns more stylish clothes, such as her leather jacket and light colored tank top, or her cashmere and shawl. She's typically wearing tight jeans and short boots to go with her many tops. She has vibrant brown eyes that always seem a touch judgmental, and straight brown hair that reaches partway down her back. Her features are gentle to contrast her sharp eyes.

Personality:
Very apathetic. Jasmine is the definition of a cold shoulder. Her responses are usually short and very indifferent in tone. In fact, her entire personality is indifferent, typically responding to situations with a mature reaction. She can come off a bit blunt at times, though this almost seems intentional. Deep down, she's extremely insecure. She'd rather poison you in your sleep before letting onto her low self-esteem, though. Jasmine has a hidden feminine side. She enjoys romance movies and novels, makeup and clothes, and talking about boys on occasion.


Skills:
Jasmine is actually an excellent shot, having taken professional shooting lessons. She can shoot a bottle from 50 feet away without missing, every time. She can also play violin.

Weaknesses:
Her insecurities. Not living up to her family name. She also finds owls rather unnerving - something about those birds of prey with their large eyes just freaks her out.


Brief History:
While her parents may not be as powerful as the council members, they are in charge of protecting them. The Sayge family has been the official security guards for the Council of the 8 Powers for at least a century now and are highly regarded and respected because of it. While her parents do love their daughter dearly, they are horrible at showing it, rather opting to focus on making sure she follows in their footsteps and doesn't let the Sayge family down. Jasmine was professionally trained on how to shoot a gun at a young age, as well as how to protect her fellow mages and even bring an enemy down if necessary. Her parents spent a lot of time teaching her, leaving no time for Jasmine to enjoy her childhood innocence. She is very dangerous for a 17 year old and should never be messed with, however she lacks the social experience of a girl her age. Her parents sent her to Marchand to improve her primary, learn secondaries, and become even more deadly. However, Jasmine has something else in mind. She wants to make some friends, and maybe even meet a boy.

So begins...

Jasmine Sayge's Story

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Character Portrait: Madison Lewis Lovette Character Portrait: Professor Oren Kovalenko Character Portrait: Jasmine Sayge
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#, as written by Hyro
And so started her first day at Marchand University.

An expensive-looking, black sedan adorning tinted windows and a shiny exterior rolled up to the school, coming to a quick stop. Within seconds, three people were climbing out, a middle-aged couple and a female teen. The adults were dressed in black and white suits and held a posture that was exclusive to trained killers. The mother’s hair was tied up in a neat ponytail, the father’s slicked back. Everything about them was professional, even their stride as they strode up to the door, daughter in tow.

This was the Sayge family, exclusive guards for the Council of the 8 Powers. Everything about them was dangerously respectable, and it sure showed in everything they did.

Jasmine dragged along a large, wheeled suitcase with her, likely stuffed to the brim with clothes and makeup. While her outfit was far more casual, consisting of a jean jacket, red t-shirt, and jeans, she wore the same sharp gaze her parents did, giving a quick glance over the building. As they reached the reception desk, they went through the paperwork with ease, having had plenty of practice with it in their line of work. Then they were off to the dorms.

“Your Magnum is under your bed. Do you remember the combination for the box?” Charles Sayge, father to the young teen, was giving his daughter a stern, worried stare as they stood in the doorway of her room.

“Yes, Dad. 052819,” the young terramancer replied, looking tired.

“And what do you do if a boy corners you in the bathroom?” Bethany Sayge had joined her husband, offering the same look. Jasmine rolled her eyes and recited her training to a tee.

”Can I go now?” the girl groaned.

Her parents cast each other a glance, exchanging silent words for a moment before her mother gave a curt nod, eliciting a reluctant, “Alright,” from her father.

“Just don’t forget to call us from time to time. Keep us updated.”

Jasmine’s parents embraced their daughter in one final hug before sending her off to the cafeteria. She arrived just in time to hear the professor’s speech, leaning against a nearby wall and listening with attentive patience. She didn’t seem all that eager to sit down or get food, as she somehow felt they wouldn’t be staying in the cafeteria for much longer. Instead, she pulled out her phone and checked it, waiting for the cue for the student body to migrate.

Jasmine wasn’t overly excited to be here, it seemed. Her parents had insisted she attend and learn more about magic. She, on the other hand, was hoping to get a little more than just training during her stay. She wanted to live like a normal teenager for once. Make some friends, have fun. Alas, she wasn't entirely sure where to start, so for now, she would wait and let things play out. She was sure an opportunity would arise soon enough.

Characters Present

Character Portrait: Dinah Fox Character Portrait: Theren Belvadeer Character Portrait: Nefertiti Anapa III Character Portrait: Maeve Brigid Byrne Character Portrait: Madison Lewis Lovette Character Portrait: Dawn Memoli
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As the Cryomancy-wielding Professor ceased her (slightly alarming) presentation, Dawn remained the picture of an attentive student- back straight, eyes focused, fingers wrapped around the edges of the table to keep from busying themselves with some other action. Quietly, however, she found herself noting just how...well, unique this bunch of teachers seemed. While she was in no real place to speak on the matter of public education- having been tutored at home ever since she could hold a pencil- she hadn’t been expecting for the teachers to freeze their food as a method of getting attention. Or make it seem like she had spilled milk all over the papers as a test. Or, in the case of the blue gloved stranger, speak in a vaguely cryptic manner.

But if they had truly been appointed by the Eight Powers, then as the professor had said, there was nothing to be done about it. Besides- if they had gotten their authority from such a high place, then they must have been chosen for a reason. So she sat silently and waited, then glanced back at her company once the dialogue was finished.

“So, Larke, huh?” She pressed her back against the chair, smiling slightly. Tessa’s excitement really was infectious. “He’s definitely cute. I, um, do agree with Desi, though- be careful with him, okay? He’s got a bit of a reputation of being a heartbreaker.”

As Tover returned, Mitch in tow, Dawn scooted her chair over a bit, making a bit more legroom for the new member of the table. “Well, I’d say we’ve fulfilled our minimum quota for feminine interactions for the day. We just need to have a few words about high heels and miniskirts later, and we’ll be set.” She said nothing of the short burst Mitch gave, acting as she hadn’t heard it. Instead, she returned the smile (although she doubted it would be seen) and waited for the others to introduce themselves.

“I’m Dawn,” she said simply. “It’s good to meet you and, ah...” Her eyes wandered over to the purple insect creature that had jumped onto the table. “Sorry, um. Does your summon have a name? I know some people don’t like giving them names, so I don’t want to, um, make assumptions or anything.”

She didn’t bother moving her plate out of the way when Apple trotted along, snapping up what was left of her food. It was mostly just a mess of frozen syrup and crumbs at this point, anyway, so it wasn’t too great a loss.

Shortly after Desi had explained who she was texting, she had risen, and began to ask some (very good, in her opinion) questions from the professors. The Cryomancing teacher gave her very blunt response, and before the exchange could continue, another teacher had entered- another woman, by her appearance and the way she held herself. This professor- who introduced herself as Lovette- was a bit more...gentle in how she explained things, and went on to request that everyone finished up and prepared to leave.

“Well,” Dawn turned to the rest of the group, “I’m guessing they won’t be asking us twice.” She gave a soft sigh, gave a mildly sheepish smile, and gathered up her things. She made sure to check the map before putting it away- the library was just across the hall, which wouldn’t be too hard to remember.




Upon seeing several of the students get to their feet, Madison beamed, pleased, and walked to the cafeteria’s entrance. “This way, everyone,” he chirped, casting a look over his shoulder to make sure nobody was planning on wandering off (unlikely, given the fact that most of them wouldn’t know where to go anyway, but still a possibility) before pressing forth.

To say that the library was a bit “large” would have been a severe understatement- while it was only one floor high, it certainly made good use of the space provided. Shelves lined the walls, appearing full to bursting with various novellas and tomes despite taking up most visible wall space. Even with just a passing glance, one could easily tell that the bookshelves managed to reach the ceiling- made accessible by a winding of stairs that extended to a sort of balcony of sorts, where one could both browse and look down at the people below as they did so. Beside the staircase itself were a pair of smaller shelves stacked with magazines and newspapers, respectively.

Positioned around the room so as to not get in the way of any visitors were a collection of small tables, desks, and chairs, which were clear of any and all objects or debris- save for the occasional desktop computers here and there, and a collection of papers clipped together on the receptionist’s table. Both floor and walls were composed of some sort of polished, rosy wood (walnut, perhaps), although the floor was also partially hidden as well by a wine red rug. Cone shaped lamps provided a warm light easy on the eyes, and the smell of paper and ink was fresh in the air.

Overall, it was rather welcoming.

“Here we are-” Professor Lovette was cut short by the sight of two certain other coworkers. He paused, face lighting up with something as warm as the library glow- albeit somewhat restrained. Nevertheless, he couldn’t stop the genuine smile that spread across his face.

“Hello, Professors Byrne, Schippers.” Then, to the latter, “It’s good to see you. I hope you didn’t have any trouble getting settled?”

And that was all that professionalism would allow for the time being.

Turning to face the gathering of children once more, Madison clapped his hands together, gathering any attention that might have gotten to roving around the new area. “Anyway. If you would all please take your seats- the assembly will be starting very soon.”




Dawn’s gaze had been among the crowd that had started to drift about, drinking in the environment with wide eyes. Just like the exterior of the building, the place held a certain class to it. The decorations were lovely, and while she wasn’t quite able to see the spines of the books surrounding them, that didn’t change the sheer number of the things lined up everywhere. She took little time in settling herself into one of the larger tables set up around the room, and, setting her bags beside her chair, waited for the teachers to begin.

And also continued her little perusal of the place, of course.

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Character Portrait: Dinah Fox Character Portrait: Theren Belvadeer Character Portrait: Nefertiti Anapa III Character Portrait: Maeve Brigid Byrne Character Portrait: Madison Lewis Lovette Character Portrait: Dawn Memoli
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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.

Characters Present

Character Portrait: Madison Lewis Lovette Character Portrait: Helena Kingsley Character Portrait: Jason Avalon Character Portrait: Jessica Rose Smith Character Portrait: Jasmine Sayge Character Portrait: Esperanza Ciervo
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Jason turned away from the trio at the table he was helping correct to listen to the Professor Lovette. The warm sensation and kind yet stern demeanor was what he expected from Madison Lovette.

When the professor mentioned that breakfast was indeed over and they should moved to the library he turned back to the table with a sigh. Only to find Jesse gone and a phone shoved far to close to his face. Gritting his teeth he reached up to gently push the phone away only to find it yanked from him. "Thank you, but no need to show me later I was there. Thank you for showing me, I appreciate it. I just want to make sure you do not even up filming anything magic, as that would not be good." By the looks of it there was not a way to steal the phone and delete the video. So a reminder to not film magic acts was all he could really do.

Since Professor Lovette's announce meant he could not wait around for a response from horribly picked out ugly sweater girl he shurged and headed towards the library. After all he had all year to pick apart her outfits choices and lead her down a more profession clothing path.

As he approached the library he ran into another familiar face, Jasmine Sayge. This time the smile on his face was genuine the Sayge family was a reliable one, guarding the council for generations and Jasmine was no exception. The no-nonsense girl was always a pleasure to talk to when she was not busy training for her future position. "Jasmine I had no idea you were being sent to school here. Why this is starting to turn into a nice little next generation council gathering. All we are missing is Percival to stir up his own colorful brand of trouble and the gang is all here." As he talked Jason walked over to an empty table and pulled out two chairs. "Care to sit with me during orientation?"

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Character Portrait: Dawn Memoli Character Portrait: Tover Book Character Portrait: Tessa Botrelle Character Portrait: Leila Michelle Ingram Character Portrait: Jason Avalon Character Portrait: Drake Coleman
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#, as written by Hyro
As Jasmine followed the group of sheep-like students, she paused near the entrance of the library, far enough in that people could file around her. Brown eyes surveyed the room with high amounts of scrutiny. She was looking for something.

Or rather, someone.

Jasmine didn’t have much to go on, only a faint childhood memory, a blur of black hair and light eyes. The girl whom she recalled had only been a child at the time

Dawn Memoli.

The two had been pen pals for years, and now she hoped she’d see her again. Here, for the first time in what felt like forever.

Jasmine’s eyes trailed over a tall boy and short one, both with hair that fell in their faces. They were quite the contrast, down to even their attire. There wasn't anything interesting at their table, however, so she moved on. Upon further inspection of the room, she spotted a blind girl and some purple
 thing
 at her feet. There were two other girls at the table, both blonde, and a male with white hair-- Aha!

A girl sat quietly, black hair falling past her shoulders and gray eyes surveying her surroundings.

That had to be Dawn.

Jasmine was about to stroll over there when a voice stopped her. Turning to look, she caught her breath for a moment, eyes softening with recognition. Jason Avalon, son of Derrick Avalon and next in line for the council seat of Trickery. Yes, she knew him, along with many of the council members, though Jason had always caught her attention more than anyone else. He was mature and disciplined, much like herself, as well as a bit hard at times. He had big shoes to fill, after all, and she could relate with that. Not to mention, Jasmine always had a bit of a thing for him. Of course, she would never dream of showing it.

”Jason,” she greeted, giving a brief smile, “Yes, it seems to be quite the party. Something tells me Percival won’t want to miss it. I wouldn’t count him out just yet.”

Jasmine’s heart nearly skipped a beat as Jason offered for her to sit with him, even pulling out a chair like a proper gentlemen. He was certainly raised right, manners and all. It was highly respectable.

“It’s always a pleasure sitting with an Avalon,” she replied, “I humbly accept.”
Though she spoke like a princess, this was sheer satire to anyone who actually knew her, and she intended for it to be a joking tone. This 'princess' could likely kill anyone in this room, excluding the professors.

It seemed the young woman had completely forgotten about Dawn for the time being as she sat herself next to Jason and waited for him to seat himself before starting up a bit of small talk.

”I hear your father is a professor here. That must be a different experience for you.”

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Character Portrait: Jason Avalon Character Portrait: Percival Pelacour Character Portrait: Jasmine Sayge
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Percival R. Pelacour was not one to chew the scenery. He paid little attention to the swirl of greens and browns and reds outside the window, nor was he particularly bothered by the occasional bumps and grumbles as the car his family arranged for him- and what a nice car it was!- passed over the occasional rough patch that came up in the path. No. He was preoccupied with far more important matters. Copper head bowed over his phone, Percival fiddled with the various tabs and sites charts he had open, pausing once or twice to shake his head or give a low curse as something or other malfunctioned. He had been working on the charts for a few hours by now (because someone was too damn lazy to give him a hand with the arrangements), but had been able to move onto the finishing details by the time his ride had dropped by to pick him up.

Although, to be fair, Percival was pretty sure the ride was late by about an hour. But he digressed.

Grinning broadly to himself, he swiped his finger across the screen, giving the last touches with a flourish- only a moment before the driver announced that they had arrived. Perfect.

“Thanks, Marty.” The driver’s actual name was actually a mess of syllables and pronunciations that Percival struggled to get out at once, so he decided to give the closest shortest approximation of the name possible. Which just happened to be Marty. A good name. Wholesome. Just like how he assumed Marty was, even if the guy hadn’t spoken more than five words the entire journey. In appreciation, Percival produced a few crisp bills from his pockets, handed it over to Marty, and cheerfully entered the school with his things in tow.


The woman at front had just about as much bedside manner as Marty, or so the Pelacour son soon discovered. Percival thought that they would make a great couple, bonding over their shared “my job is a living hell” sort of vibe. The secretary, on the other hand, didn’t take much time in musings- instead pushing a stack of papers at him, telling that his luggage would be taken to his room, and confirming his belief that he was late before ushering him out of the room. Percival thought it lucky that he had grabbed a bite to eat before the car ride before going off to find his way to the library, canary jacket fluttering behind him like a cape.

It was a short walk to the library, and as luck would have it, it seemed that the assembly hadn’t started yet. Even more lucky, he had walked in at just the right time to discover that two of his favorite people had been sent here- and were talking about him, to boot. Grin stretching once again across his face, Percival slipped inside, leaping over to Jasmine and Jason’s table with the subtlety of a humpback whale in a grocery store.

“You were talking about me?” he beamed. “I knew it- you two do miss me! All those awkward silences are just your way of expressing affection.” Without waiting for a reaction, Percival pulled a chair over to the table and plopped down on it, chin nestled in his palm.

“And you were absolutely right- wouldn’t miss coming for the world. Would’ve come sooner if I knew you two would be here, of course, but that doesn’t matter now. How have you been, buds?”
Percival gave a crooked smile, eyes flickering between the pair seated with him.

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Character Portrait: Dinah Fox Character Portrait: Theren Belvadeer Character Portrait: Nefertiti Anapa III Character Portrait: Maeve Brigid Byrne Character Portrait: Madison Lewis Lovette Character Portrait: Dawn Memoli
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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: Theren Belvadeer Character Portrait: Nefertiti Anapa III Character Portrait: Maeve Brigid Byrne Character Portrait: Madison Lewis Lovette Character Portrait: Dawn Memoli
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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: Madison Lewis Lovette Character Portrait: Dawn Memoli Character Portrait: Tover Book Character Portrait: Tessa Botrelle Character Portrait: Leila Michelle Ingram Character Portrait: Larke Sterling
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The library’s confined space made it easier to get a grasp of just how many students were attending. Not a big school. Tover tried his best to get comfterable in the library chair. The furniture all look very much the same, and well matched. Regardless, being at the left most end of the table, he had an easy view of everyone that came through the open Library doors far off to his right.

He recognized some, watching quietly as people settled into small groups. Always nice to see people making friends and trying to get along, it sucked to be alone.

The extra chair he’d taken for their table ended up being useful. Mitch got settled in just fine, although Tover’s eyes were latched onto apple. Curling up around Mitch’s ankles, looking like the little critter was about to take a nap. Kind of cute~ those fluffy fronds were adorable antenna, twitching lightly. He couldn’t help but mention it to the table.

Apple is pretty adorable curled up like that. All snuggled up around your leg. I was a little off-balance from first meetings, but he looks rather pleasant to have around. With how he was eating earlier, I’ll save some of my failed baking experiments as treats.

He was going to mention more, but was distracted by Jason’s interaction with Jasmine and Percy as they got together. For roughly the same reason as why his ears picked up Larke’s suaveness. He couldn’t talk like that, and it evoked a feeling of minor jealousy. He hadn’t met some of those people, but couldn’t hide the surprise on his face with how many people seemed to already know one another. Also, how many were so unbelievably shy. Granted, he’d only bitten through that not too long ago himself.

The girl that backed him up in the cafeteria had slid up to Professor Lovette and asked an unexpected question. Apparently didn’t know she was a mage? At least, that’s what he was putting together from the conversation pieces he could catch. Even if she felt out of place, Tov was up for trying to make friends with her later. He didn’t know what to tell her right now, and more than just Jennifer seemed like they could benefit from words like that. When it came up again, making her feel like she fit in wouldn’t be effort poorly spent. Friends were good to have.

Someone with white hair looked like he was stammering through his words at a different table. Tover only caught pieces of the person he believed called himself Seraph, appeared to feel equally out of place. Physically they’d found themselves groups, but that didn’t equal comfort. Yet they seemed to be talking and engaging with their groups, and talking was good. Talking was progress.

When the room went dark and the presentation began by Professor Lovette, Tover scooted when Dawn, Tessa, and Desi took their seats in order to make sure the table had the room. Comfort washed over his general demeanor. He had only hoped they would actually come along, but was so incredibly glad that they did.

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.
no sexual activity
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.


He paid attention to the presentation, sure, but before Madison was done with his words Tov heard the odd sounds of cloth weights hitting the ground. It was out of place and made him look the other way to where Minori was leaning.

White hair? Book frowned at the sight of the sheepish girl with no less than three animal planet bags. Not because he was upset, but because a pattern had just presented itself. To his knowledge, white’ish hair, or variations of it were not naturally occurring. He normally didn’t see it other than looking in a mirror, and now there were four to five people in close proximity that had the trait? His voice had a note of perplexed confusion in it, mixed with avid curiosity.

Is white hair a side-effect of being a mage or something?

After the mention Tover pushed his chair away with a dull scrape along the carpet, having a different thought while still looking over his shoulder at the newest student. She was half-hidden against the wall in clothes that looked like she traveled around. More importantly, she must have been a recent arrival. His face and expression perked up, like a bunch of gears all started turning at the same time.
A look manifested in Tover's eyes that one day people would recognize at mere glance.
An idea for the greater good had just formulated, and it needed prompt execution.

I’ll.. be right back.

Tover didn’t hurry after he’d unsealed himself from the old bulky chair, a small pastry box snatched out of his bag before walking over. He tightened and subsequently loosened his striped tie on the way, and raised his hand up to the girl with white hair as he approached. Book tried to keep his voice down enough to not evoke teacher Ire, but with enough give to be heard over whatever chatter might be going on. Feeling unwanted right as you arrived was a terrible feeling; he was going to mitigate that if possible.

Heya, I’m Tover.
His ghostly eyes darted over her as he got close enough to take in details details, eating up the information. Travel clothes, cheek scar, tight grip, luggage with her, late arrival, didn’t have time to eat breakfast, uncomfterable, needs a social entry.
Tover rose the pastry box up, giving it to her to break the ice on the conversation.
Didn’t see you during breakfast, have a pastry to tide you over.

He half-turned to his side and pointed at seat near Jesse and Esperanza. Jesse being the one who had an expression on her face like she just had an existential crisis.
Your bags will be safe if you just leave them in the corner here. We won’t let anyone run off with them. If you’re looking for a place to sit, try next to the distraught girl with the small animal in her hoodie. She looks like she needs someone who likes animals to talk to.
He hard-glanced to her animal planet bags to drive home the point that Minori could easily make a friend right now. Tover smiled gently and stepped out of the way after pointing it out, giving her a clean path of travel.
Oh, and Welcome to Marchand. If you don’t like pastries, give it to someone. You’ll make a friend.

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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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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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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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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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“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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“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.