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Lucien Magnaventus

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a character in “The Marchand School of Sorcery”, originally authored by ianna_334, as played by RolePlayGateway

So begins...

Lucien Magnaventus's Story

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Why was he here? Why was he here? Why had his parents and grandparents decided it would be good for him to go here!

Sitting at the front of the bus, Lucien stared forward with such a pale and sickened face that the bus driver was both extremely concerned for him, and worried he’d have to clean up puke at some point. The boy didn’t notice this, as his eyes were locked on the area right before the bus and his mind occupied with reciting alphabets backwards and multiplication tables haphazardly.

Everything was going wrong and it had barely started.

The white of his robes fell around him gracefully and he shifted on the seat. He’d thought that since it was a school for mages, he should dress like a mage. He’d had his hair put up in the engraved silver clip and had dressed in the white robes, trimmed with the lightest of blues, that had been Magnaventus ceremonial garb for millennia. To his humiliation though, he had boarded a bus of students in jeans and t-shirts, and the whispers had started immediately.

Also everyone thought he was a girl, but he was used to that.

“So weird-“

Luce stopped listening and decided to use his aeromancy to breath before he hyperventilated. This kept him occupied the rest of the trip, and he stayed still, hoping to be as unnoticed as air as the rest of the students left. And trailed into the school. And just a bit longer, in case.

“Hey kid, you planning on getting out?” the bus driver asked, as he hadn’t moved for the last portion of the ride and had seemingly stopped breathing at some point.

“Um. Yeah sorry thanks bye!” the aeromancer yelled, too loud for the situation, then ran away from the bus before running back, flushed, to get his luggage. He got to the school alright, got his papers and then set off quickly in the opposite as soon as he heard someone start talking about his white hair.
Fifteen minutes later, he dropped the suitcases and wiped his eyes on his large sleeves because he was lost and the map was useless. Lyra would know what to do. Lyra would have walked up and told the staring people to shut the hell up because they were just jealous.

Lucien was not Lyra, and he was about to cry. That was, until he saw movement, and squeaked. Another person was at the end of the hall! He took off running, then froze abruptly, realizing he would have to talk to get help.

Breathe. You can do this. Just say you’re lost and can they please help you find the cafeteria?

What came out was closer to a trembling, “Um, C-could you, um, I’m so-sorry but, um, I, um
Cafeteria
? I’m l-lost and I-I n-need help pl-please. Sorry for, um, bothering you. Please?” and if the other student understood one in three words, it would be a miracle in itself.

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Theren sighed to himself as he walked through the halls. He had absolutely no interest in milling about like the other students. After he had turned in his papers and got his agenda and the map, he had booked it as far away from the other gathering students as he could. He did not think of himself as a sheep, so why should he act like one? And it seemed like everyone was congregating in one place. That meant most of the hallways and other rooms in this place were going to be less crowded. And best of all? The teachers were going to be occupied which meant he could explore to his heart's content.

The young Runic Caster ran a gloved hand through his wayward bleach blond strands as he peered down the hallway in both directions. Which way should he go? He pulled out the crumpled map as he tried to discern what would await him from either direction. Oooh. He traced the map as he judged the location and his finger stopped when he pinpointed one thing of interest; the library. "Ooh. I wonder what books they have," he mused to himself before he refolded the map and tucked it away. He picked up a speed then and headed to the left, dangling earring with the red ruby slapping gently against his neck, making its gentle clinking noise.

It didn't take him long to reach the library and with a bit of excitement, he opened the door and peered inside. He could see the tall bookshelves lined with books and a couple of desks. He wasn't quite sure if they were allowed in here but he didn't see anyone standing at the front desk. He pushed the door open a little wider and scanned the visible area but still didn't see any teachers or authority figures. To be safe, he focused on the shadow created by the door and tracked the passage until he spotted a shadow beside a bookshelf and used his Shadow Step to make his way there without crossing the main floor. He grabbed a hold of the bookshelf and looked at the books with awe clearly written on his face. There were so many books. He was excited for the chance to read them. His parents didn't have this many books at home. He traced the multicolored spines, reading the various titles. A lot of them he could tell were school books, but then there was supplemental material as well. His long fingers paused on one leather bound book. Its edges looked frayed. He pulled it out of the shelf and traced the title 'History of Signs and Runes.' He flipped open the large book and scanned the chapters. Some of it was about rune symbols but it also talked about mundane signs and how they became popular in mythology. "I'll take you..." he murmured and glanced at the books he didn't have time to really scan at the moment. A second book caught his eyes then; Anthropology of Witchcraft and Religion. "Ooh." He quickly tucked that book under his arm as well.

Theren quickly realized that if he stayed any longer, he'd try and take the whole library with him so he pressed his two current treasures to his chest and made a hurried dash towards the door. Just as the young student reached the doors to the library, Theren heard someone clear their throat and he froze where he stood. "Young man, you cannot just waltz right out of the room without checking those books out," came the musical voice behind him. Theren turned to see a woman sitting at the desk, her frosty green eyes glazed and faded indicating she was blind. How had she realized he was there? He hadn't made any noise! "Well? Are you just going to stare at me?" she asked with a little grin playing on her face. "You won't be allowed to check out books again if you don't sign them out, even if you return them. I'll remember you." she warned.

Theren came back to himself and straightened. "Sorry!" Theren hurried over to the front desk and glanced up at the librarian from beneath his bangs. He hadn't even seen her at the desk before. Where the heck had she been and how had she caught him? He watched as the librarian handed him a piece of paper. "Sign your name, the date, and the book you checked out. You can check books out for 3 weeks before you have to return them. If you do not, you will pay a fine. Understand?"

"Yes, Ma'am." Theren did as requested but he kept glancing up at the woman. He returned the paper then. He opened his mouth to ask her about how she had detected him but she cut up off.

"You should head back to the cafeteria now. I am sure someone will be sent to look for you if you tally much longer."

He was going to have to ask her about her sight and magic another time. "Yes Ma'am. Have a good day." He made his way back to the door and slipped into the hallway closing the door behind him. He smiled softly to himself as he looked down at the books in his arms. He hoped the whole orientation didn't take long today. He wanted to find his room and then settle down to read. He even opened up the second book he acquired to start reading and nearly collided with another student who he hadn't realized was coming towards him. He looked up bewildered, his eyes scanning the figure up and down. The student's voice was light and shaky, almost feminine. The long hair and soft features threw him off a little but he didn't see the bust that would indicate breasts. Was this student male? Female? "Ermm..." he managed at first as his brain tried to process the information and the person's actual question. He did manage to get the words 'lost' and 'cafeteria'. And 'sorry'. Lots of sorry. "You are looking for the cafeteria? It's this way," he said as he pointed in the direction he had been walking.

"I am actually headed there myself. If you want, we can walk together," he smiled. "My name is Theren Belvadeer," he said then, giving the appropriate pause for the man/woman to register his name, "What is your name?"

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"Ermm..."

At the noise, Lucien’s heart sank and he prepared himself to apologize and then run away before the older boy hit him for annoying him or something. So when said boy offered to walk with him to the cafeteria, Luce stared, slowly blinking wide open eyes.

“C-c-could you? Oh yes, please! I’d love to I was lost and scared and I was about to cry and I’m so glad you aren’t a scary person!” Lucien’s speech drastically improved when he wasn’t scared out of his wits, as was evidenced by his much clearer voice. “And Belvadeer? The family focused on secondaries? My grandfather has told me so much about your line! He regrets he won’t live to see if you’ve got a point or not, but he says you may be on to something! I’m honoured, truly!” having recognized the name immediately and chattered about his favourite subject, Lucien then thrust out his small hand in greeting.

“Oh! I’m Lucien.” He smiled shyly, straightened his robes and then continued. “Lucien Magnaventus.”
The pause he offered was a tad long, as his family was reclusive enough that no matter how old they were, they were often forgotten.
“But, um
 Yeah. I really don’t know where the cafeteria is
 H-how did you manage to read this map? It’s, um
” the boy gave a panicked look around, as if the artist of the map was around to hear his unkind words, “not very, um, cl-clear. So, uh, if you really don’t mind helping me,” he stressed the “really”, so that Theren would in no way think this was an obligation, “I w-would be very grateful. Please. Sorry for the trouble.” The last bit was whispered, his voice sounding more similar to the first words he’d spoken to this boy.

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Theren blinked at the other student a bit surprised. He wasn't quite sure what to think about this person. The gender was still throwing him off and he hated to admit how much that distracted him. But even if that wasn't at the fore of his curiosity, he felt a bit bad that this other person had been just about ready to cry. There was no reason for this other student to feel so anxious that they would cry. The kid needed to calm down and take a breath to center himself/herself. Why was the other student so anxious? They were both students. Theren didn't outrank him or anything so it definitely couldn't be the fear of authority. He kind of wanted to hug her/him and tell them to just take a breath. This couldn't be healthy.

Theren offered a small chuckle when the other mage calmed a little and started to talk about Theren's name. He gave a nod, flattered at his comments. "Yes, that is right, we focus on secondary's," he confirmed. This kid was honored to meet him? He knew his family was well off, but surely they didn't deserve as much praise as the other mage was giving him. They hadn't done anything spectacular in history or won any wars or anything. A light blush even touched Theren's cheeks at his comments. "Honored to meet me? You honor me far too highly. Thank you for your words," he answered. Who didn't like praise? He really hoped he could reciprocate in this exchange.

Lucien Magnaventus. Magnaventus. Theren blanched for a moment and his heart fluttered in his own anxiety. He didn't want to look like a fool after Lucien had praised his name so highly! Magnaventus... He had heard that name before... No, he hadn't heard it. He'd read about the Magnaventus line and when he'd tried to ask his father about them, his father didn't say much beyond 'damn recluses'. At least now he remembered what he read! "Ah! The Magnaventus line! Your family focuses on aeromancy, right? And if I remember correctly, your family has huge stores of historical papers and knowledge. I always did want to read what your family had saved over the years," he answered, a bit proud he remembered the brief overview he read. Though he didn't quite remember right away and required a small pause, he still managed to give Lucien's name a proper bolstering. It really was a good thing he liked to read. It proved once again just how valuable it was and how it could save you from abashment.

As they returned to the topic of the cafeteria and directions, Theren offered another warm smile. "It is a little confusing, I admit but I just stared exploring the place and tracked my progress, using the actual places as a way to figure out how the map worked. But really, Lulu, can I call you that? Anyway, you don't have to be so anxious. I don't mind helping you. Me and all the others here? We are all on the same page so chin up. You don't have to apologize so much. If you keep doing that, people are going to try and take advantage of you." Theren wanted Lucien to feel comfortable in his/her own skin and not worry about what other people had to say or think of him/her. "Alright, the cafeteria is this way. Let's go!" he announced as he began to lead the way towards the cafeteria. "What classes are you looking forward to?" he asked his new friend then.

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”No, believe me, I really am! I’ve spent all my life reading about the families and what they do, but I never got to meet anyone, and then suddenly one of the new history families is here! In front of me!” Lucien found himself more at ease, and he loved to talk about history in any case. ”That’s what my grandfather calls a family that mind change the world, a new history family, and he says the Belvadeers have a good chance of making it! And yeah, it’s our primary” wind whistled down the hall suddenly before dying down. ”Oh, we have such a big library for everything! I like the journals best, and can’t wait to start writing my accounts!” Lucien abruptly flushed, realizing Theren would probably have no idea what he was talking about.

”That’s smart!” he chirped instead, grabbing onto the new topic life a lifering thrown to a drowning man. ”I tried that but I couldn’t read it at all so I failed. Um. Really badly.” he reached back to ruffle his hair at the awkward way he’d spoken and looked down at the floor. The nickname snapped him back to attention, though, and he looked back up with wide eyes.

Come on Luce, you can do this!

“Um
”
he drew the sound out, trying to steel his nerves. ”I’m actually a boy
” he whispered shyly, then went back to making eye contact with the floor. ”I know it’s a bit hard to tell with the r-robes and th-the hair and because I’m so-so small and such, b-but, um
I am. It’s true.” he tried to assert, but failed to put anything resembling certainty into his voice ”And I-I-I can’t help it. I’ve always been like this. I’m, um, used to it.” he assured the other boy, as if that would somehow make it better.

He trailed into silence after that, following after the older boy as they headed to a room where much noise was coming from. When Theren spoke – or rather, Luce remembered that he had spoken – he jumped a bit, but took the offer of more conversation. ”I really want to learn levitation so I can fly fast. B-But also toxins, as a last resort type of thing. But I think my favourite will be history!” the aeromancer beamed brightly. ”How about you, what do you think?” he asked, his interest clear.

The historian in him really wanted to know what the Belvadeer heir would make his combination, and it would be something fun to put in his letters to grandpa.

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Theren blinked at his new friend rather surprised. New history family? No one had ever called his family a 'new history' line. That was rather interesting. Lucien really liked to flatter him or he really, really meant what he was saying and he was honored to meet him. How strange. He had never had anyone this interested in him specifically. It was definitely ego boosting. He wished he could praise Lucien and his family more but he didn't know much else about the family line. He hadn't lied when he said he wanted to read all of the history they had collected over the years.

Theren couldn't help but smile at Lucien. His excitement was rather contagious and fueled his own. He liked it when Lucien was happy and excited. He stopped stammering and saying sorry every other word. It suited him better than the shy stumbling. And he had a nice voice. Sure it had a soft feminine lilt to it, but it was soothing. The stutter masked just how melodic it was. Yes, this confident excitement was much better. He was going to have to help Lucien out of his self-consciousness somehow. He was like a little puppy, though he knew that was probably not the most flattering statement.

When Lucien then said that he was a boy, Theren offered a softer smile. He reached over to Lucien and squeezed his arm reassuringly. "Thanks for telling me," he answered. "I wasn't making assumptions though, if you were referring to the nickname. It can be gender neutral. I think anyway. I think 'Lulu' is a cute nickname for you since your name starts with 'Lu'. If you don't want me to call you that though, I won't," he promised."You know, when I was a little younger, people thought that I was a girl to. I had longer hair myself back then. Whenever we went to parties, everyone opened with 'Oh the three Belvadeer sisters'," he chuckled. "I look a lot like my mom and my sisters."

Theren adjusted the books in his arms then so he could tug lightly at the gloves he sported on his hands. They were starting to slip a bit. Theren then jumped when he saw Lucien do the same and paused, wondering if the boy had seen something startling. When the other mage just started talking about classes, he nodded. "Those do sound fun." he pat the two books on his arm then. "I am really looking forward to learning pretty much everything about runes. I like cultures and stuff as well. I like to make parallels between what is real and what we use and what the none-mages think we do," he chuckled. "It is funny sometimes... and sad if they do things based on fears. I've read about some rather horrid things that mages and non-mages have done to each other. But! On a happier note, all of the classes should hopefully be interesting. I am actually really excited! I've only ever learned magic from my family and what I figure out myself so actually having classes and stuff on the subjects should be a lot of fun. And ooh, I could learn about necromancy and blood magic!" he continued, running off on a tangent. He may feel comfortable talking to people, but he really needed to learn how to slow himself down and actually let people respond instead of having a one-sided conversation.

The two then found themselves at the cafeteria. Theren entered the room and he stopped abruptly. There were... so many people here. Some were seated and eating and everyone seemed to have their own clicks. That was fast. They were all new and people were already grouped up and talking to each other. Theren... wasn't sure where he and Lucien should go or who to approach. There was food at all the tables though and it looked amazing. He did see a large group of students dispersing and he did see some food on the floor. Had there been a fight? Damn. That was fast too. Glad he and Lucien had missed it. He returned his gaze to food on the table. He was kind of hungry. Maybe just sitting down with Lucien and grabbing food would be a good start. The teacher in the middle of the room had mentioned something about not being entitled and eating without permission but... everyone else was eating so Theren wasn't keen on the idea of not eating."Come on. Let's grab some food. I am starved."

Theren hurried over to one of the tables and started to grab some delicious smelling pancakes and smothered them in butter. He was just adding grapes to his plate when he glanced up and saw a exotic looking student sitting at a table all by her lonesome near the window. Oh, she was like him and Lucien. Well, that meant she could be part of their group. It was never good to be by yourself on the first day of school! "Hey, Lulu, we should join that girl. She is by herself," he announced to Lucien before he went ahead and did just that without waiting for a reply. He put on a charming smile and a nod of his head when they reached Nefertiti. "Hello. Do you mind if we sit with you?" he asked and motioned to himself and Lucien. "I couldn't help but notice you were sitting here without company. The name's Theren Belvadeer, by the way. And this is my friend." Theren then pulled Lucien forward so he could introduce himself as well.

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Nimura gaped as one of the two other girls at the chaotic table actually started yelling at the Norrevinter. Why the girl had any notion to do so was utterly beyond the Hedlund’s comprehension. She had not been taught of proper bloodlines and the places between such- that was the only thing Nim could conclude. It did not seem that Kora simply crushed the smaller girl into obliteration though, which was always nice, for a white-haired boy had arrived on scene with some impressive words and even more impressive logic, seeming to have diffused the situation, making mention of the redhead having knocked over a smaller girl. She was glad to see that Kora had a good head on her shoulders, and wasn’t above taking responsibilities for her actions. This was no surprise, of course, as the Norrevinters were a noble clan of people, but the fact that Kora was not an exception to the rule was still reassuring.

In any case, the group dissolved in front of her eyes, as the fellow Scandinavian walked back with Tover to apologize to Tessa, the boy she had attacked earlier slinking smooth as silk after them. Who was he? A Sterling, right? He must have been, if the Norrevinter had assaulted him. Well, Nim was glad all was right in the world again, and the cafeteria chaos seemed to recede. She still needed to find a place to sit, though
.

Peering about the room, she noted that more people had arrived- stragglers, or perhaps people who had just been enjoying some exploration before arriving on scene. Whatever the case, she noted a rather pretty and notably foreign individual- certainly foreign even for herself being from Sweden, what with this girl certainly being from the southern hemisphere of the world- sitting alone by a window. Perfect. Murra thought to herself, a content smile adorning her lips as she turned to walk over. On her way there, however, it seemed that two others had beat her to it.

Another white-haired boy- at least she thought it was a boy
 actually maybe that was a girl- although this one with notably longer hair than the prior that had spoken up before, and one with lighter hair as well, bleached blonde. They look nice enough, plus the fact that they had had the same notion to give the lone girl company stood as testament to the thought. Nimura arrived on scene at the tail end of Theren’s introduction, the smaller one behind him, almost shyly so. A warm, gentle, but cheerful smile swept across her lips as she dipped her head in greeting to Lucien while Theren finished speaking. She blinked, eyes widening for a moment in surprise as Theren pulled Lucien forward, but the surprise was gone in the next instance, replaced with her prior content smile.

“Ah, may I join in as well?” She interjected in the small lull that provided itself in the short moments after Theren had finished speaking and during his pulling forward of Luce. Her words were quick, though, so as not to pull too much attention from Lucien who was just about to introduce himself, by the feel of things. She spoke with a Scandinavian accent as well, though notably different from Kora’s of course, since they were from two different locations in the trio of Nordic countries.

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Nef watched her tea get cold, briefly stirring it with a dainty silver spoon before looking out the window. The sun was making its ascent, as usual, and a faint smile graced Nef's dark-tinted lips as she thought of home- Ra, the Egyptian god of the sun, driving his chariot across the sky. She was about to give up on the odd herbal-scented drink when two rather feminine-looking males approached her table. One introduced himself quite politely- Theren Belvadeer, and company. She smiled.

"Please, sit down! It's such a ruckus over there, I figured a nice, quieter seat by the window might attract the right sort of people. It's nice to meet you, I'm-" Nef was cut off by a quick, accented voice belonging to a attractive Swedish girl. "Of course. I was just about to introduce myself to these fine gentlemen. My name is Nefertiti Anapa the third. Please call me Nef." Her face lit up with happiness- three new potential friends, and not part of the snooty, bloodline-praising group that appeared to be clustering in the middle. She'd heard the diplomatic speeches- or, attempts, at least- and figured that they were

"Just curious, what classes will you be taking? I'm pursuing healing and blood magic- funny mix, hm." Nef completely disregarded the chilly food in front of her and fixated her attention on the three mages in front of her. Belvadeer certainly rang a bell; she'd heard of it during the stuffy meetings and peace negotiations between southern tribes and families when she was younger.

"Theren, doesn't your family focus on secondaries? I've heard very little about these foreign bloodlines, please excuse me if my assumption is incorrect." Nef took a leap of faith in identifying the bloodline, hoping that it wouldn't be too rude for her to be so uneducated on the northern families of mages. Her family certainly was at fault with its own vanity; only bothering with other mage families to lord over them like pharaohs and dictate their politics like they were playing gods- which, in a way, they were. Two years of mundane high school had certainly knocked her down a few pegs- hopefully she wasn't too out of place with her dark skin and reluctance to associate with the rest of her family.

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Kora couldn't help but feel that Tover was putting too much stake in the whole thing. It was not as if anyone whose opinion mattered didn't already know what to expect. Some people truly got wound up about some small things. Still, he seemed well-meaning enough, and it never hurt to have people on your side. Especially when some of the students were so touchy.

Not so much with the Botrelle girl though, it appeared, who seemed pretty unconcerned about her trip.
"Yup. I'm sure. It was nothing personal, I'm sure you're great and all." Kora responded to Tessa, maintaining the good natured tone, though her newfound diplomacy was tested when the sister of the previous girl showed up. Still, she was doing a better job than her sibling at keeping things civil.
"Apology accepted. Sterling isn't concerned because this is how things are, and it's probably a good idea to..
"

She trailed off momentarily upon catching the exchange or Sterling passing the napkin, and Tessa's blushing. Her gaze moved over to Larke.
"Really? There is something wrong with you."

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At the end of the corridor leading from the cafeteria, the shadows cast into the alcove there began to ripple and warp for a brief moment, before Professor Kovalenko appeared. A few wisps of dark, inscrutable matter seemed to evaporate off the surface of her coat and coil round her boots as she stepped out, in time to pause in front of the retreating Jasper and give her a look of stony disapproval.
"Miss Monroe I'm not aware of anybody giving you permission to leave the cafeteria. Professor Lovette is going to be arriving soon to deliver some very important announcements and I wouldn't like him to have to repeat them all purely for your sake, so I'd appreciate if you returned to your seat. "

Her dark grey eyes swept up as she caught someone else about to exit.
"The same goes for you too Mr Coleman. Return to your seat. I don't want to be spending all my time acting as sheepdog for every student tantrum that takes place this year. So let's start as we mean to go on."
She made her way to the entrance as a brisk pace, pausing for a moment to shoot Cyrus and Dinah a look sufficient to cause the two to scramble inside and to the nearest available seat (the furthest distance away from each other that they could find at short notice).

From there she walked over to the figure of Montana, coming to a stop next to the man.

"They don't seem to be listening." the woman remarked, noting that his short speech hadn't made more than a few students set their food down and wait for some form of permission."Seems we're going to need to teach this the hard way."
Oren swiftly lifted one slender, gloved hand into the air and snapped out her fingers to their full extent.

A wave of frosty air burst out from the woman like a blast from the arctic wind, and within moments all the food and drink the students had been enjoying was frozen completely solid. Fruit juice sat inert and fixed to its glass, pieces of toast were left as hard and unyielding as paving slabs.

Satisfied she'd gotten people's attention, Professor Kovalenko spoke up, her tone singular and unwavering.

"I beleive Mr Montana was speaking to all.
In the future I'd highly recommend listening to what he has to say.
This is the first lesson you are going to learn here.
I'm sure that a lot of you are used to people doing what you say at home, or being able to talk your way out of having to listen. That isn't the way things are going to work here.
Each of us on staff has been appointed by the Council of the Eight Powers to train you in the arts of magic, and as we're acting on their behalf, nobody is above the rules here.
"

Her icy gaze lingered for a moment on both the ginger giantess and her silver-tongued nemesis, pretty certain today's incident was neither the last, nor the worst trouble those two would cause.
"Failure to listen to us, any of us, is going to result in immediate consequences.
Please keep this in mind the next time you choose to disregard what is being said to you.

Norrevinter, Sterling, consider this you first and your only warning to keep your fighting to combat class. Next time anyone tries something I'll assume they enjoy battle so much that they'll jump at the chance to spend their free time cleaning the combat equipment.
"
Norrevinter might have been the instigator in this case, though if Sterling hadn't done anything to deserve being tackled yet, he probably would have in the first few days, so Oren saw nothing unfair about applying it to both sides of their ridiculous fight.

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  1. Lucian is kind of adorbs. I hope he makes lots of friends.

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”I’m actually used to it.” Lucien smiled, because he really wasn’t offended by anyone assuming he was female. ”Back home a have a twin sister, but she isn’t a mage, but I look just like her even though she’s a girl. And I’m used to being called girl names, because her name is Lyra and since most of the time people mix us up I get called ‘Lyra’ a lot so okay. You can call me Lulu if you like.” Luce took a moment to regain his breath after speaking, helped along by his powers. He followed his new friend happily, not minding as he listened to the older boy speak with excitement and giving his own agreements as lacks of protest as he was led over to a table with a girl there.

The young mage eyed her as Theren introduced himself, going through prominent foreign families. Then ust as he opened his mouth, he was interrupted, but to his shock, not overshadowed. He again opened his mouth, but now the girl already seated spoke up and Luce again went quiet. The name – Anapa – registered immediately and he bounced on the topic without giving his name.

”Anapa?” he gasped. ”I’m honoured to make the acquaintance of one of the powerful Egyptian families!" Then he looked around at the three, did his best to ignore the chaos at his back through it was making him twitchy, and said, “I’m Lucien Magnaventus.” and offered a pause that was the end of his part of the conversation, or so he thought.

Nefertiti’s comment on secondaries engaged him again, and he looked up from his plate. ”If I remember correctly, the healing teacher’s other secondary is blood magic. It’s a smart combination because you can let more blood for your spells than a non-healer could. I want to take levitation and-“

Cold

The air passing through the cafeteria made him shudder, but it was the ice encasing his plate that made him yelp and abruptly release the thing, glass and ice alike shattering across the floor as the aeromancer turned red.

”I
I’m s-sorry
” he stammered in a whisper, unable to look anyone in the eye anymore. ”I-I was sur-surprised and I, um, it was, c-cold, and I d-didn’t mean to. I’m sorry
” Any progress made in bringing forth a personality was erased, turning Lucien back into a scared and stammering mess.

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  1. I like that you guys all got together ^^

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Theren looked up when he heard a voice speak up after his own introduction. It was a simple request and he offered a smile to the girl that had appeared. It looked like the small party of two had somehow doubled to four, not that Theren minded too much. It was nice to meet new people. He just hoped this friendly banter continued. He would hate for there to be any misunderstandings. He turned to his original target when she told the other girl to sit down and then introduced herself. Nefertiti Anapa III. So she was one of the Egyptian bloodline. One of the stronger ones if he was right. No wonder she looked so exotic. This school really had pulled bloodlines from everywhere. He wondered where the others were from. Though Theren wanted to go and visit far away lands, just meeting people from other places was just as good. He knew it would be a long while before he'd be traveling around to all the places he wanted to go.

"Hello to you as well," Theren greeted the second girl, his hand raising to press against his abdomen as he offered her a small bow. "I look forward to getting to know you as well. I am Theren Belvadeer," he introduced again, unsure if she had heard his introduction or not. "And who are you?"

Before Theren could focus on her, Nef asked him personally about his family line. He blinked a bit surprised before he gave a nod. "Yes that is right. My family focus on secondary combinations. And there is nothing for you to apologize for! I am honored that you know my family. I did not realize that our influence was so well known," he chuckled. He had already gotten quite the praise from Lucien after all. "I apologize for not knowing too much about your bloodline, save for the renown of the protective enchantments your family plies on objects." he answered. His eyes briefly began to wander on her form. Though he was as gay as a jay bird, he could appreciate her beauty. Her uniqueness probably played a huge part of it, but he loved staring at her tattoos and the contrast of their skin; his a pale peach and almost sickly compared to her rich bronze.

He was vaguely aware that she had asked them all another question and Lulu had begun his introduction, though his eyes then glued themselves to Nef's tattoos. Body art was always something he liked to study and he could see runes embedded in the design, instantly intriguing him. Before he could even remind himself this was the first day of school and he had wanted to try and be as polite as he could be to everyone, Theren put his food down and reached forward to grab her hand and ripped his glove off to start trailing the lines with his fingers to better see where the art ended and where the rune began. So enthralled was he by the lines that when the room chilled, he hardly took notice. It was only when Lucien dropped the plate that he realized he wasn't studying a book in the library. He blinked, his fingers pausing on Nef's upper arm. A flush crept up on his cheeks and he pulled away.

"Sorry about that," he chuckled, echoing Lulu's apology. "I got side-tracked by your runes." He looked down and saw the plate then and helped his friend pick it up and frowned, poking the food that was now encapsulated in ice. "What happened?" he asked a bit dumbfounded.

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  1. Waves Aeromancer flag

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Nimura’s face lit up pleasantly as she received a warm response from those around her, the short-haired boy giving her a regal bow which just tickled her pink. So polite! He introduced himself again, and she nodded with bright eyes; his family name was only slightly familiar to her, for it was only the fact that the Belvadeer family focused on secondaries just as her family did that she recognized it at all. She was rather clueless aside from that. Nimura took a seat on Lucien’s side, setting her tray of food down on the table. With the introduction of the beautiful copper-skinned woman, she recognized the name immediately- the lesser countries in the world she was familiar with, for the famous bloodlines in them were few and very prominent. Not confusing and muddled at all like the thousands of families in Europe and the U.S. that always seemed to get jumbled up in her head if they had not some very special and specific trait that made them stand out. Her face displayed such, as a look of excited awe filled her features, directed at Nef.

Nim had expected to hear the voice of the smaller feminine looking male, but it seemed as though he had gotten cut off by Nefertiti’s excitement. She glanced in Lucien’s direction, but he didn’t seem to have minded. He did speak up, however, at Nef’s introduction, reciprocating Murra’s own feelings on the Egyptian bloodline. The long-haired boy then got to introduce himself, meaning that Nimura could also go ahead and introduce herself. He had a really sweet and pleasant voice, soft and unobtrusive. She liked it. Lucien Magnaventus, the name she did not know, though, judging by his last name, he was an Aeromancer. Her eyes lit up and she leaned sideways across the table in her excitement, looking at Lucien, ”Oh! I’m an Aeromancer as well, though I hardly know anything. I’m a Hedlund,” She explained, thinking, or rather hoping, that her family was well-known enough simply for the fact that they were so different from all other families in that their primary abilities were always mixed despite parental magic, so she hoped the name alone would prove ample reason enough for her lack of experience in the Aeromancy field. In fact, Nimura wasn’t sure of any other family having that sort of bloodline, or at least none that she knew of. Certainly there must be one or two others, simply for the sheer mass of families that filled the world. ”Nimura Hedlund.” She finished, introducing herself, “It is a real pleasure to meet your acquaintances!” Her lips melted into a close-eyed smile, her voice chipper and sincere kindness very apparent in her tone of voice. When she reopened her eyes, however, she was met with the sight of Nef’s arm in Theren’s grasp, the boy seemingly mesmerized by the tattoos. However, the action did draw Nim’s attention to the runes that seemed to suddenly manifest. They were really pretty.

She didn’t get a real chance to comment or even form much of an opinion on Theren’s actions, though not really fazed by it in any case, for suddenly a sharp chill ran through the room. It was not unwelcome, since Murra originated from a cold country and it had been a bit hot for her liking here, though it had surely grabbed her full attention, as it had intended to do so. She was unsure of where it had originated, but upon looking down and finding her food frozen, a sour look did temporarily mar her otherwise kind and cheerful visage. About that same moment, a loud crash sounded right next to her as Lucien seemed to have startled and dropped his tray. He looked as though he were about to cry, obviously quite embarrassed about it, and immediately she outstretched her hand to rest it reassuringly on Lucien’s arm. It had a confident air, though gentle, which she hoped he could draw his own sort of stability from. ”No need to apologize, it wasn’t really your fault. It’s perfectly alright. No need to worry.” A kind smile filled her face, and she shot him a confident little thumbs-up. Almost as if to strengthen her words, Theren easily and automatically picked up the fallen tray for the boy. Nimura pulled out the seat next to her so that Lucien could at least sit down. She patted the cushion in a friendly manner, sincerity and understanding in her eyes but also a very stark exuberance that simply shrugged off the supposed-offense like it were absolutely trivial flowing smoothly through her actions. She was far more concerned about Lucien’s well-being and comfort than some stupid ice tray that didn’t really end up bothering anyone anyway. In the same stroke, a woman’s voice spoke up coldly, almost as cold as the ice that had formed on their drinks and food items.

She spoke as if it made complete sense to justify her actions of freezing the food, almost as though they had done improperly for trying to enjoy it when it had quite clearly been laid out for them in the first place. The woman went on to talk about respect and listening skills, of which she wasn’t sure had originated from, as it had seemed everyone was obeying and being relatively civil about breakfast, aside from the understandable and to-be-expected feud between the Norrevinters and Sterlings.

A girl from another table spoke up to comment on Nim’s concerns about the food, using logic and subordination to make her claim. She was polite about it, though firm. Already quite the adult, it seemed. She would probably go far fairly easily because of her outlook on life. Nimura returned her gaze to Lucien to ensure that he was all alright.

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  1. That all-over tattoo/rune idea is cool. Do want. :D Also yaaaaaay Aeromancers!

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Nef's face lit up as Theren confirmed her suspicions- hanging around Ramses has paid off, in a odd sort of indirect way. He'd talked about the European bloodlines so much that he'd been exiled in a way- most of the family turned away from him and muttered about the "north-obsessed white wannabe". Nef had mostly distanced herself from the brunt of the family anyway after learning how racist they were, and had learned a very helpful amount of information about the northern mage families from her brother. She blushed as the two clamored over her descent, almost laughing at how high last names were held in regard in these new places. Nef nodded as Lulu complimented her choice of secondaries. "Indeed. I believe that Blood Magic is an excellent pairing with Healing- one of my great-grandparents thought of it and was shamed for choosing a life-giving secondary- my family is so obsessed with dying you'd think they were pureblood Necromancers!" Nef hoped she'd used pureblood in the right context- interbreeding was such a norm in her family that pure descent was actually frowned upon. She'd been trying to learn the customs and slang of these mages. She nodded as Theren mentioned her families' protective runes- especially tattoos, as she noticed he'd taken a specific interest in. Her mouth quickly shut on a reply as he tugged off his glove, taking her hand in his and tracing the art. Nef was enthralled by his light touch- she hadn't felt the gentle physical contact of another in months, due to her family having ostracized her alongside her eldest brother.

She watched his pale finger move alongside her bronzed skin, about to inform him of the runes he surely knew along with the calligraphic whorls and patterns inlaid to add interest. She admired the work that Cairo had done- her younger sister had grown up blending in (better than Nef and Ramses, at least) and now held a high position in the family as not only a tattoo artist but an embodiment of Isis- the goddess of rainbows. Nef wanted to tell these students everything, to have a group of confidantes that she could stick with throughout the year. The clattering of the icy tray jolted both her and Theren from their thoughts, and he helped Lulu clean up as a powerful, severe woman began to speak. She glanced at her icy food, realizing that she'd violated some important rule- however, in the commotion of the Norrevinter and Sterling, Nef hadn't thought premature consumption of pancakes would be the first thing on the Professor's mind.

The Egyptian mage listened intently as some blonde, pale (as seemed to be the norm here) girl fired back at the Professor, and while she did make a couple of good points, Nef couldn't believe the nerve some of these mages had to disrespect the authority here in such a way. Maybe her high school experience had whipped her in to shape, but Nef was pretty certain that teachers were to be respected, even when they were the ones at fault. The girl who'd originally spoken up finally finished her lecture, folding her hands in her lap primly. Nef wasn't surprised when Professor Kovalenko corrected her. Nef flushed as she realized she must have missed someone speaking- the three mages at her table hadn't noticed either, so at least she wasn't being singled out at fault. Nef shot a supportive smile towards the nervous mage- Magnaventus didn't ring a bell, but her courses in Latin gave her an interpretation- great wind. "Aeromancers!" she muttered, and remembered that the Hedlund girl had also claimed Aeromancy blood. How did these mages keep up with all the bloodlines and magical abilities in their world?

Nef did feel relieved that her bloodline wouldn't impact her education, though- she didn't think her parents would be much help anyway.

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  1. -Slow claps- Madison is Fantastic. I'm going to Love Magic Theory.

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The neat, decisive click of heels against tile was hardly something to bat an eye at, nor was the appearance of another figure in the cafeteria’s doorway, surveying the situation with little visible surprise. In the face of the other teachers’ fairly notable appearances, Professor Lovette’s was fairly...well, mundane as he strode in, joining the small assembly his coworkers had formed within the lunchroom.

That is, if one was unable to determine the teacher’s gender, and didn't come to the appropriate realization that the combined Pyromancy/Theory had decided to go to work today in a freshly ironed business dress and lipstick.

As he crossed the last few steps to reach his fellow professors, a slight, easy smile touched his lips, and he began to eye the students more fully from this new position. “Now, let’s not go scaring them off right from the get-go.” Madison’s voice did little to help discern his sex- mellow and soft, much like the instructor himself. “It is their first day, after all, and they might not recognize their teachers immediately.”

Madison turned, then, facing the crowd fully. “With that said, however, while the food was indeed intended for you, from what I gathered, the reason Professor Kovalenko performed this little exercise was because quite a few of you were not paying attention to Professor Montana, or choosing to ignore him. I’m willing to give you the benefit of the doubt for today and believe that you hadn’t heard or noticed him, but in the future, I expect everyone to pay full attention when any instructor speaks to them- regardless of whether or not they have a class with said teacher.”

He paused a moment, waiting for the last remaining heads to face him, then went on. “Here at Marchand, we will operate under a system of mutual respect. I understand that for many of you, this is a brand new experience, and you might already have begun to form differing opinions on us. However, as Professor Kovalenko pointed out, you will be staying here until the end of your semesters. It will make things much easier for all of us if you simply follow the rules put upon you, and stay reasonably polite throughout the year. In return, I’m sure that several of us will be much more agreeable.”

At the last word, another change in temperature swept through the cafeteria- unlike the frigid breeze which had announced the Aquamancy teacher, however, this one was pleasantly warm as it passed through the room. The glitter of ice that had coated the plates and bottles melted, the meals reheated- save for a pile of frozen stuffs scattered across the floor. Much easier to clean up than melted syrups and the like.

“Now, then. I would like to introduce myself as Professor Lovette- while I am the Pyromancy teacher, I also happen to teach Magical Theory, so you will be having me regardless of whatever magic you control. I ask that you all finish your meals as quickly as possible, tidy up, then grab your things and follow me to the library for an assembly. If you continue to have private conversations and stay here instead, keep in mind that I will not stand in the way of any punishments that might come as a result.”

He stood silently for a moment, assessing the crowd of students before him, before suddenly tapping away to one of the small alcoves within the cafeteria. Madison lingered there for a moment before leaving, walking to one of the tables instead of his previous spot in the center.

“Here.” Smiling gently, Madison propped a broom and dustpan against the table, allowing it to be grabbed by whoever wished to do so- seeing as the maker of the mess seemed a bit too rattled to hold the objects without dropping them. “Once you finish cleaning up, just put them back in the closet.” With that, he spun on his heel, and returned to his old position to wait.

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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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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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  1. Okay, posted for Luce, and I have a request. Could one of the people sitting with him take the time in their post to write along Luce coming to the library with them? I'm giving permission here, as I couldn't work it into my post, so just a note that he follows them when they do move would be nice, thank you <3

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Lucien fell into the chair almost without seeing it, trying to curl in on himself with his hands in his lap and his shoulders hunched. ”I didn’t mean to
” he murmured quietly. ”It was an accident, I’m sorry
” his voice grew quieter with every murmur, the words and actions of his companions falling on blind eyes and deaf ears. Lucien hated doing things wrong, it was that simple. People weren’t kind to mistake-makers, especially ones with nothing else going for them, and he was here to make his family proud, not a laughingstock. His hands clasped each other tightly, almost painfully, not that Lucien cared. He probably deserved it, he’d already messed up, coming here had been a mistake


A teacher came up and Lucien withdrew further, because This is it now no one will want to be my friend and everyone will just remember me as the stupid kid who couldn’t even hold onto a plate but the lady only left them a dustpan and headed off. He didn’t understand why they were delaying – maybe they didn’t want to get off schedule? – but lunged for the dustpan anyway, eager to undo as much of the mistake as he could, but his hands were trembling and he couldn’t even get a grip on the handles of the cleaning tools.

”I can’t hold it
” he murmured softly then finally looking up, only to see that the others were more concerned-looking, not jeering or filming or anything of the sort. He took a deep breath then, trying to relax his irrational fears. He was being insulting by assuming they were the worst kind of people every time he got scared. He wasn’t going to get tortured, he’d get a detention or something but it would be okay.

Breathe. he reminded himself, then looked around at where the students were starting to file out as his hands slowly stopped shaking.

They couldn’t eat without permission, he’d have to remember that.

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Theren listened to the teachers as Professor Kovalenko lectured the crowd about eating when not authorized to. That was why she froze the food? That couldn't just be the reason. Considering this was the first day of school, Theren had to assume all of this was a power play. She was establishing herself as top dog; showing just how powerful she was so the students would fall in line. His eyes narrowed as he tried to commit her face to memory. He was really going to have to look her up in the professor notes and then the internet. As Theren put his frozen food back on the table, another professor came up and defrosted the food and drink. Another display of power. Theren looked up at the second professor. She was cute and seemed nicer than the ice queen. He was a bit surprised when Professor Lovette came by their table to drop off the broom, but he felt worse for Lucien. Poor thing was shaking like a leaf.

"Lulu, it is okay," he said softly. He reached out to place his hands on Lulu's to help them stop shivering. He gave him a bright smile. "You don't have to worry so much." Theren then bent down to clean up some of the mess. He set that aside and looked at his plate. Sure they all just got yelled at for eating but he was fricking starving. He hadn't had breakfast since they had been informed that breakfast was going to be provided. And they were all going to the library now which meant they weren't going to be eating for a while. He reached over to his plate and quickly snatched up the 3 bacon strips Professor Lovette had reheated. With bacon hanging out of his mouth, he pulled his bag over his shoulder and tucked his books into the nook of his arm. Only then did he start nibbling the food. He turned his attention to his little group of friends then.

"Well, I guess we should head to the library. It looks like if we don't hurry we are going to get left behind," he mused. He debated a moment before he stuffed the rest of the bacon in his mouth to wrap his free arm around Lucien's neck to pull him closer and start walking with him. He didn't want Lucien to fall behind. He was already a frightened rabbit and he didn't want him getting in trouble for some stupid reason. He needed to find a way to get Lucien to not be so afraid of his own shadow.

As they began walking, Theren glanced back at the two girls. "Distractions aside, it is a pleasure to meet you both. We make an interesting group. Two aeromancers, a rune caster, and a blood-healing mage." They were diverse and similar enough to at least have some classes together so they wouldn't be alone, no matter the primary. "Nef I would love it if we could share our knowledge about blood magic. I am actually really interested in blood magic as my second secondary. No one in my immediate family uses blood magic so I haven't had the opportunity to learn, outside of reading some books about it. And what are the secondaries you guys pursuing?" he asked Lucien and Nimura. "My other secondary is shadow step."

And it was at this time that they made it to the library. It was now far too crowded for Theren to be comfortable. It was stifling. He had liked the library when there was few people in it. His eyes quickly locked onto the professor table so he could get a glimpse of all the instructors and his eyes landed on one blond teacher specifically. His heart fluttered a moment. Damn. He was hot. He caught himself staring a moment before he realized what he was doing and cleared his throat to get his mind elsewhere. "Where um... where did you guys want to sit? All the tables look kinda full."



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Seraph gave a small sigh of relief when Drake told him that he didn't have a problem with him sitting down beside him. The first half of the awkward greeting was over. He could start relaxing. He set his things down and settled down in the chair as Drake introduced himself. A little more consciousness now, Seraph pushed his bangs away from his face as his father had advised earlier so Drake didn't think he was trying to hide or anything and gave the man his full attention. His eyes widened however when Drake mentioned that he was new to mage culture and that regular humans had raised him. That was incredible! A smile lit up his features then and he sat forward at the table to try and get a little closer.

"Wow! You were raised by non-mages? That is neat! What was it like growing up with them? And you didn't know you were a mage at all? Then how did you know about the school and stuff? Was it like the Harry Potter books where a letter came in the mail for you and and and then you found out that you were a mage? How did your family react to you being a mage? Do they know?" Okay maybe being a little excited had been an understatement. "Do you know what your primary is? Did anyone explain that stuff to you? I am still pretty young so I can't help much but I think it would be so cool to discover your magic! I kind of always knew so it really wasn't a fun guessing game." All of his moving around ended up with his hair in his face again, but he ignored it this time around.

"And you won't offend me! I don't know much about family names yet either so I don't know much about yours," he reassured. He was kind of happy that Drake didn't know about family names either. The two of them could start off fresh without worrying about status and name importance. "Non-mages don't think their last names are important or do they?" he asked. Realizing he was probably coming off too strong and asking too many questions, Seraph sat back in his chair and flushed. "Sorry. I am just excited." he murmured. He hoped Drake didn't stop talking to him because of his exuberance.

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It seemed that Lucien did not hear them, as he suddenly closed in on himself in his chair, truly looking as if tears were just about to spill over and dampen his cheeks. A sincere look of concern filled Nimura’s face, and she frowned, pained to see Lucien, her friend and simply fellow human suffering in any way, shape, or form. She felt a strong urge to rub his back or offer up some other form of physical comfort, but she refrained from doing so, afraid of startling the boy further or making him more uncomfortable. He probably wouldn’t have noticed in any case, if his missing of their words and actions hadn’t already provided enough evidence for such a conclusion. Murra held her hands tightly in her lap, leaned slightly in Lulu’s direction, with that worried look still ever present on her lips and in her eyes.

A rush of warmth whirled through the air, tingeing chilled fingertips and melting cold breaths, resuscitating the frozen food back into its prime, the warm, comforting smells of pancakes, syrup, and bacon once again flavoring the air. With it came a very similar tone in voice, as a new teacher came on scene. She was terribly pretty, with kindness and warmth radiating from her in both the literal and figurative sense. The Pyromancy professor- that made sense. Polite but stern, logical but compassionate- understanding. Nimura really liked her, so she was delighted to learn that this teacher covered Magical Theory, meaning that she would be her teacher.

Looking down at her plate and suddenly sensing the pressing of time, Nim quickly forked some food into her mouth, relishing in the sweet taste and fluffiness of her pancakes and the rich crunch of the bacon. As she did so, the teacher who had just spoken up came to their table with a broom and dishpan, offering it to whomever would take it to pick up the fallen tray and food items. So perhaps they did care about it having happened. Nimura felt it to be in poor taste, almost reinforcing the idea that Lucien had made a grave mistake that was currently being frowned upon. However, upon looking at the white-haired boy, he seemed eager to correct his mistake, but seemed taken aback and ashamed once more when he discovered he couldn’t even hold the cleaning tools. He took a deep breath and collected himself, and the mess was taken care of.

They would need to leave soon to head to the main orientation at the library, but in the meantime, Nim turned to look at Lucien, glad he was doing much better. ”You didn’t get the chance to eat. Did you want my other pancake, Lucien?” Her Swedish accent intertwined with her words, making them sound carefully chosen and slightly foreign in her mouth, but in such a way that gave a sort of cute, try-hard impression. She smiled sincerely, motioning to the other pancake that was left on her plate. ”Feel free to decline though, if you’d like.” Another closed-eye smile, and she took a sip of her drink.

A little time later, Theren spoke up, suggesting that they head to the library then, lest they be left behind. Nim grinned and nodded her agreement, pushing her chair back and getting up, grabbing the trays around the table while Theren threw an arm around Lucien’s shoulders, goading him along to walk beside him. Nimura brought up the rear, as she had dropped their trays and glasses off along the way, wiping her hands gently on her pants and smiling brightly, happy to just be here and eager to soak in all the sights and emotions. Theren made mention of their group’s diversity, and she simply nodded cheerfully in agreement. Ter seemed to be the appointed leader of their group, and Nim happily followed after him, letting him take the lead in terms of conversation and the likes. She was much too busy looking around with wide eyes anyhow.

When he turned his attention back to Lucien and herself, asking them of their secondaries, a delighted look filled her features. ”Certainly Familiar Conjuration, since that is what my family is famous for, but I’m also pursuing Illumination. Though, if I can have it my way, I hope to worm my way into any and every class I can on my off days.” A wry little smile pulled at her lips then, positively brewing with energy and perhaps a bit of mischief. ”I really want to learn as much as I possibly can while I’m here, even if it means not necessarily being able to wield that knowledge in a physical manner.”

They continued to make their way to the library, and, upon arrival, Nimura was, as expected, totally taken by it. It was so large! So much knowledge! She had a strong inkling that she would be spending quite a bit of her time here. It was very open, with many windows for natural reading light, warm colors to encourage learning and comfort, and many locations to settle in and immerse oneself into a good tome.

Theren asked where they would like to sit, and indeed, many of the chairs were quite full. Nimura hummed quietly, gazing around. ”I don’t mind wherever we sit; we could even find a spot on the rug, or even the floor. It makes no difference to me.” She smiled brightly, allowing the others to make the decision, ”We could join others at a table too.” She added as a sort of afterthought, gazing about the room and greedily taking in the new surroundings.




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Irritating
 mercilessly irritating. The well-built German man pulled at the pristine white and tight collar hugging at his throat, barely loosening it with his fingers. It wasn’t even so much the suit that was causing this agitation- far from it, though it did aide in this whole mess. It certainly didn’t help that he nigh never wore suits in the first place. He clenched his fist, fingertips digging into the skin. How had he been talked into doing this whole thing again? Narrowed eyes slid to the wall as he walked down one of the many hallways of the main building, dropping his other hand from the tie and collar and tilting his head back and forth, soft cracks sounding as he stretched his neck. Drey ground his teeth- he hadn’t been in such a position in ages, and why he had put himself through this torture, was beyond him. Flabbergasting, honestly. So vexing a situation this was, that it actually showed on his face. A deep-set frown and furrowed brows, Dry let out a deep huff of air before tightly and sharply tugging at the cuffs of his sleeves, straightening and setting them perfectly against his wrists in one furious motion. His nostrils flared before he came to a simple halt.

Draivess crossed his arms and simply leaned against the corner of a window, head turned to gaze out of the clear structure before him. His eyes raked harshly down across the grass, across the bark of trees, but eventually it slowed, softened. Eyes tilted up to the heavens, sky bright but still dotted with some dark clouds off in the distance from the recent rain, a different sort of frown now lingered on his lips, devoid of that prior, poisonous anger. Instead it was now pained, eyes melancholy. His hand slid along the corner of the surface in front of the actual windowpane, before fingers started tapping aimlessly on the flat of said surface. With another huff of air, he turned his head from the window, staring instead at the floor now.

Why, why, why was he putting himself through this? An endless hell, to be sure. ”Tch.” He vocalized, but let out a defeated sigh shortly after, features softening before his entire face went blank, any previous emotion seeming to slip right off. He straightened his shoulders, face level and form easily displaying confidence, even if he didn’t necessarily feel it. It wasn’t as if he felt the opposite of it now, though, either. He felt nothing, steeling himself for having to appear in front of other people. So many other people. It wouldn’t do to dwell on it. Besides, now that he gazed down at the watch on his wrist, he realized he was going to run late if he dawdled like this any further.

Slipping his hands into the pockets of his trousers, Draivess continued his walk down the halls towards the library, not particularly fazed by the looming of time despite having noted it only moments before. As he neared the place for orientation, he did not seem to notice any of the other students, or at least did not even slightly bother to look towards any of them, simply slipping past them with pristine silence. Not a single sound echoed from his footfalls, and his attention was completely focused on the back wall where the other teachers were gathering. They all seemed to be there save one or two. Honestly, he didn’t particularly care. He did not look at the others, did not meet any possible gazes towards him, did not greet them or share in their excitement for the first day. Drey came to a stop at the front of the library, turning then but still not looking at any one particular person or thing. No, his gaze was currently fixed up on the balcony railings. He stood a notable few feet away from all of the other teachers, who seemed to be grouped quite closely together, chatting animatedly. He stood in stark difference to them.

He was emotionless, face utterly void of any sort of hint as to what he may or may not be feeling currently. However, his body language was a bit stiff, displaying obviously that he was a bit out of his element to anyone who might be paying particular attention to him. In the next instance, he moved, crossing his arms lightly and tilting his head down to look around at the gathered student body, figure seeming to relax into the action. With the movement, tight sleeves were pulled back a few inches, revealing a tiny bit of the ink that stained his wrists.

Upon looking at the many young faces displayed before him, and quelling the rising discomfort that threatened to spill over and make him do something he would no doubt regret in the presence of his peers and colleagues, the answer to his previous question presented itself.

Ah, yes. Duty. That was why.

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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?”