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Madison Lewis Lovette

"Nothing good ever came without a challenge."

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

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Full Name:
Madison Lewis Lovette

Nicknames/Aliases:
Maddie, Mad

Age:
34

Gender:
Male

Primary:
Pyromancy

Professor of Pyromancy and Magical Theory

Secondaries:
Healing and Toxin Production

Description:
Standing at a height of 5’6” feet, Madison is a man of fair complexion, with mellow features, dark eyes, and even darker curls that fall to his chin. These traits, however, tend to be overshadowed quite easily by his rather...interesting choice in wardrobe. Despite being male, and identifying as such, the professor is almost always found donning a pencil skirt and heels. As Madison leans naturally on the more androgynous side of the spectrum, it doesn’t take much use of makeup for him to become nearly indistinguishable from a woman. This hobby of his can easily confuse both staff and student alike- especially if one has not been informed of his gender otherwise.

On the side of his neck is a tattoo of an oval with several concentric rings inside of it, and the words “Sempre vigilans" inscribed on a banner below it, and his body as a whole is littered in various scars.

Personality:
At heart, Madison is an open, gentle natured man. He actively strives to be the type of professor a student (or staff member, for that matter) would go to with their problems- understanding and patient. In a contrast to several of his fellow teachers, Madison is slow to ire, being able to take many things in stride before getting riled. However, in the case that he is truly angered, he becomes silent with rage, and will often hold a long lasting grudge against whoever drove him to that state.

Skills:
- A master of pyromancy, capable of equal parts control and destruction against opponents.


- A talented healer and toxin producer, partly through constant use and practice during the war. With the latter, Madison particularly favors sleeping agents and flammable substances, but is also capable of more deadly concoctions as well.


- Good people skills.

Weaknesses:
- Madison has difficulty forming strong bonds with other people.


- On a related note, Madison also has trouble working alone, and prefers to work in a group than alone.


- For all of his control, his fires are still very dangerous, and could very well harm team members if left unchecked.

Brief History:
Madison’s relationship with his family was a rather difficult one, put gently. As the Lovette family line was primarily matriarchal, Madison’s parents wanted nothing more to have a daughter to carry on the name. Though they made a constant, increasingly desperate effort, they were unable to have any children for many years- until Madison, at least. Of course, seeing as how the child was male, he could not carry on the lineage, but the options had begun to run out. A heir was expected, and, with the parents growing old, they made the unorthodox decision to raise their son as a girl.

Eventually, after years of this treatment, Madison came to learn of the full extent of his situation. Disturbed, he found refuge in his close friend, a Terramancer, and ran off to join the war- lying about his age to join. While Madison survived, he watched many of his fellow soldiers fall, as well as his companion. Once the war was over, Lovette took to wandering, strengthening his powers in the meantime. Interestingly enough, he also returned to the habit of dressing in women’s clothing, albeit of his own choice this time around. However, upon receiving an invitation to teach at Marchand, Madison was quick to leave behind his travelings to teach at the newly born institution.

So begins...

Madison Lewis Lovette's Story

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

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'So it begins.'

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

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

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

Speaking of that-

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

Norrevinters.
No mistaking those.

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

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

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




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

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

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

"Are we boring you already, Kingsley?"

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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Character Portrait: Dinah Fox Character Portrait: Nefertiti Anapa III Character Portrait: Theren Belvadeer Character Portrait: Dawn Memoli Character Portrait: Madison Lewis Lovette Character Portrait: Helena Kingsley Character Portrait: Tover Book Character Portrait: Tessa Botrelle Character Portrait: Professor Oren Kovalenko Character Portrait: Leila Michelle Ingram Character Portrait: Larke Sterling Character Portrait: Kora Norrevinter Character Portrait: Drake Coleman Character Portrait: Jessica Rose Smith Character Portrait: Jason Avalon Character Portrait: Roderic Alder Mayburry Montana Character Portrait: Azaziel Crowley Character Portrait: Esperanza Ciervo Character Portrait: Desdemona Moore Character Portrait: Cyrus Fox Character Portrait: Lucien Magnaventus Character Portrait: Nimura Hedland
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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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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.

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Character Portrait: Dinah Fox Character Portrait: Nefertiti Anapa III Character Portrait: Theren Belvadeer Character Portrait: Maeve Brigid Byrne Character Portrait: Dawn Memoli Character Portrait: Madison Lewis Lovette Character Portrait: Helena Kingsley Character Portrait: Tover Book Character Portrait: Tessa Botrelle Character Portrait: Professor Oren Kovalenko Character Portrait: Leila Michelle Ingram Character Portrait: Larke Sterling Character Portrait: Kora Norrevinter Character Portrait: Drake Coleman Character Portrait: Jessica Rose Smith Character Portrait: Jason Avalon Character Portrait: Roderic Alder Mayburry Montana Character Portrait: Jasmine Sayge Character Portrait: Azaziel Crowley Character Portrait: Esperanza Ciervo Character Portrait: Desdemona Moore Character Portrait: Cyrus Fox Character Portrait: Lucien Magnaventus Character Portrait: Toby Schippers Character Portrait: Nimura Hedland
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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: Maeve Brigid Byrne Character Portrait: Dawn Memoli Character Portrait: Madison Lewis Lovette Character Portrait: Tover Book Character Portrait: Tessa Botrelle Character Portrait: Professor Oren Kovalenko Character Portrait: Leila Michelle Ingram Character Portrait: Desdemona Moore Character Portrait: Toby Schippers
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The ground had cracked with frost under every step. Tover was glad to sit, even if the hungry cold clung to his clothes where he did. He’d appreciated Mitch’s ”It’s good to meet you, Tover Book,” though he mentally stumbled over all of the tidbits she threw out. Just Mitch, would definitely do.

Her sudden snap made him straighten his back almost defensively; he didn’t think he’d done anything. The sudden burst was self-explanatory when she defended her Apple, who was currently making a buffet out of the frozen food section the cafeteria had become. ”You can talk to me, and not him. You don’t tell him what to do,” Mitch had immediately turned an unhealthy shade of red. ”Not that meant that like- Um. Sorry. I didn’t mean to be like… Like that. It’s just that he’s an. Um... With service animals, it’s um. You’re supposed to treat them like they’re part of the handler, so. Um.”

Tover half raised his left hand in defeat and understanding, forgetting the gesture was moot, but the reflex was there regardless. His voice was fairly soft as he spoke. ”Part of the handler. No worries Mitch. Thanks for the heads up.”
He didn’t know the ins and outs of service animals, and it wasn’t beyond him to miss something obvious. Still, he appreciated the heads up just as much as the kind greeting.

”Sorry” She’d said. Tover shook his head with barest of motion.
”Don’t be. He’s precious to you. Nothing wrong with defending what's important. That was a kindness from you, not a demerit. I didn't know, and you filled me in. Thank you for the clarity, I appreciate that trait in a friend.” He would have continued softly speaking, but bounciest of bubble voices dropped on in like a child into a ball-pit.

It’s hard to miss Tessa. Her voice stands out like a violin at a piano gathering.
"Oh welcome back Tov, girl talk went well but my milk was a causality of the frost." Tov nodded at the general state of the table. Looks like there were plenty of casualties to Kovalenko’s baby fimbulwinter ""Heya I'm Tessa, it is nice to meet you and your summon! Is that the thing that they mistook for an alien in Roswell or was that another summon?"

The alien from Roswell? Really? He’d stick his nose into that when there was time to do so later, and the comfort to actually bring it up. Right now, it was lean and wait. Maybe consider trying how ice cube tea w… nevermind. Ice cube tea was for another time, because then there was Desi, fueling the coldfire with the anti-demure of a high-class lady that found a crease in her dress.

The conversation he'd mostly not overheard had seemed pleasant up to that point. Maybe he just misheard her tone, looking over dawn's shoulder to better catch the rest of what Moore was up to.

He saw her partially. She poked at a frozen pancake with a finger, then snatched it away as Apple started to eat their frozen foodstuffs. For being such a fluffy little thing, he had one hell of an appetite; the table was going to be clean before anything unthawed at this rate. ”It’s not going to taste anything like it was supposed to and it’ll be cold. All the preparation and ingredients that went into making it are wasted, and there are people starving in this world. I’m sorry for “assuming” except I wasn’t, as the schedule clearly says there’s a buffet breakfast for students beginning at 8 a.m. and it’s past that time, and there was no announcement saying it was postponed for any reason. That said, I’m honored to be here and to be learning from such distinguished teachers. Thank you, I just don’t like food being wasted.” Desi smoothed her skirt primly, folded her hands in her lap, and was looked at in utter disbelief by what he hoped was more than just his own aghast face.

Is this the dynamic? Is this how it’s going to be here? He could have sworn Professor K just made as icy of a point as she reasonably could have without doing harm.

Wait. No way that wasn’t going to cause backlash.

Was Kovalenko going to r.. yes. Madam Antarctica turned towards their table and seemed to address Desi directly. By her last name first no less? Did the staff already know all the students then? Minor disadvantage. Some color drained from his face regardless.

"Moore, in the spirit of making things completely clear on the first day, I will endeavor to explain things as clearly as I possibly can.

Confusion. That wasn’t expected. A light frown passed over his brows, having expected a Russian winter to hug them with all the gentility of a zealous aunt that secretly didn’t like you, but then not secretly.

"Firstly. Anyone concerned for the waste and potential offence to the catering staff is welcome to carry on eating it for subsequent meals for as long as they like. I can assure that I've eaten far worse things in my career than cold pancakes and I seem to still be alive, so I'm sure the minor discomfort will mean nothing in light of your lofty principles regarding food usage.

Secondly, the schedule is your notice to be there, not your permission to start.

Thirdly, the food was not frozen due to people eating before they were permitted; it was frozen because people had not acknowledged that a staff member was addressing them. Paying attention to everything we say may seem trivial to you right up until the point someone sets another student on fire or rips their arm clean off the shoulder breaking a shadow step too early, but at that point it'll be too late to learn the value.


Another frown. Staff member. Did she mean that mumbling janitor in the suit from earlier? If he wanted people to pay attention to him, grumbling through the halls like a disgruntled Santa that didn’t want his elves to hear him was not the way to go. That wasn’t the interesting bit.

He muffle spoke to himself. ”Breaking SS too early can do that? Not comforting to hear since he liked the idea of that one. He half-remembered it was that same teacher who thought the course. For now, he’d keep cool around Oren. He hadn’t expected SS to have dangers like that. Best to not grievance a teacher you need, if SS was the secondary he’d stick with. Orientation classes first.

"And finally, I'm glad you're pleased to be here, as we're set to be dealing with all of you until the end of the school year, and there is no higher authority to appeal to. Just as parents on the council are not going to win you any special privileges, parents on staff are not either.

I think the American idiom for it would be 'my way or the highway'. "


Tover slunk back down into previous nonchalance. There it is. That’s the edge he expected. All is well with the world… Sort of. He didn’t mind that last part, but he neither expected his family to offer him a shred of help at this point, nor had council connections. He shrugged the thought away, apparently there was more to the show.

Someone new.
Tover peeled his folder back open. Based roughly on the picture..

Madison Lewis Lovette
Professor of Pyromancy and Magical Theory.

A song of Ice and Fire then? He looked at the side cover just to check that the packet author wasn’t G.R.R.M. Relief~ All good. Though there seemed to be a typo in the packet. All the pronouns for this teacher were male. He eased up to see a person in a dress, probably a typo.

“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.”

Enthusiastic nodding followed. Not noticing him was nail-to-coffin accurate. His teeth clenched at the latter bit of her words. Mm. He felt something that must have been akin to Desi’s discomfort with the food situation. He was most definitely –not- falling in line to just obey authority like that. Bad mouth-taste.

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.”

A nod of actual approval left him this time. Alright. Better. That gives the chance for respect to properly accrue rather than it being demanded and the whole thing falling into a mess that was as consistently organized as the words found in letter-soup. Easier to follow the rules? Shrugged off. Reasonably polite..? Good wording. Worth a shot, especially if the agreeability of the teachers depended on it.

Did it just get warmer?

His attention darted from plate to plate. It was warmer. Meals steamed and morning drinks bubbled. He spent enough time in a kitchen to know what was up. A macro-effect? These teachers were god-damn demigods with their abilities to both cover such a large area and invoke the precision to only direct-affect non-students. For being such a soft-spoken person, Madison had oomph.

Tover blinked. That had gone too well.

Would anyone have taken Madison seriously, with that gentle voice and warming speech, had Kovalenko not slid in and sharply cracked an ice cube down the blackboard? No. That was a clever tactical move just there. Bad cop good cop in teacher format. Madison’s warmth is effective because Kovalenko made people think they were on a cliff. Not bad.

“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.”

Tover was up.
Food abandoned.
He wasn’t going to say a thing about the broom.

He liked Madison. Always a pleasant start, and as added bonus, he’d been looking forward to magical theory. That someone whose voice didn’t grate him taught it was definitely not a complaint. Though, he was confused about its gender. Something for later he thought, hearing dawn speak, his attention turning.

“Well, I’m guessing they won’t be asking us twice.” Tover didn’t have to say a word for his face to reflect that he was of a similar opinion. His hands slunk into his pockets as his eyes darted from Dawn, to Tessa, to Desi, to Mitch, and finally to Apple. Who did not seem to care in the slightest about food-temperature while doing his best vacuum impression. He looked away from the voracious eater and back to the group.

He had tried not to interrupt while the others at the table had been talking to one another. Since this seemed like a point of transition though, now was a good time.

I’d rather not find out on day one what happens if they have to, no. Library it is. Tover did a quick count while moving his fingers, dropping his arm back to his side after. Dawn, Tess, Mitch, Me, Des. That’s five. Pretty sure we’ll find a spot with five open chairs. He was going to make a special mention for Mitch that they’d keep her a chair open, but realized he’d already included her in the count. She already had a spot, you didn’t ditch someone you just invited, and he didn’t feel like making her eye-thing a big deal. She had her own ways of getting things done; he’d let her do her unless she mentioned otherwise.

If something came up on the brisk walk, he’d be conversational.

For a one-floor-high library. They sure seemed to have doctor-who’d the place with the amount of stuff they crammed into it. The balcony bits caught his eyes first. Things he liked had a tendency to do that, Tover’s grey eyes following the curve of the stairs down to the rest of the Alexandrian knowledge repository. Let’s hope this one didn’t burn.

“Anyway. If you would all please take your seats- the assembly will be starting very soon.”

He’d not be surprised if they split a little during the walk, and joined up with Dawn at the larger table. Tover pulled an extra chair from a different one so it could seat five. He sat down at the head, which was really just the thin side of the rectangular table. Mostly because he liked the front row, it was easier to listen and read small text on blackboards. He placed his own bag under his chair after scooting in, and equally got a little lost looking around. There was just a lot to take in, waving over people in between trying not to be impressed with the forest of paper.

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"Oh--hi, Professor Byrne," said Toby, relieved to see her familiar face, despite the mild discomfort that never quite seemed to leave the room when she visited. She was like your average weird nonbiological aunt. A weird nonbiological aunt who happened to know you through your possibly-a-murderer brother.

"It will be good to have a Mr. Schippers around... Um. Not like that."
Toby's smile got a little strained at that more than sufficient bit of awkwardness, but he tried to wave it off with a laugh.

"A refreshingly unremarkable Mr. Schippers," he reassured her. Or maybe it was an apology.

Before he could go on, another familiar face entered the room. Aside from Maeve, Toby hadn't seen much of the rest of Spire's team since the trials, but Madison had reached out to him a fair handful of times, and one didn't easily forget someone as colorful and kind as Madison. "Hello--Professor Lovette," he said. And to answer both of their questions, "I--g--got settled just fine. And I've been good. Doing really well."

Truly, he felt lucky. Of all the professors he had met before, these two frightened him the least. It could have been Montana, or Kovalenko, or Avalon. The fact that he met Maeve and Madison first, in the library, surrounded by the calming smell of old paper, seemed like a good omen. He had a good feeling about the coming year.

Soon the flood of students began pressing into the library. "Catch up later?" Toby said as he quickly took a seat at the front of the room, because he really, really didn't want any of the students to make the same mistake the receptionist had. He sat up straight and thought professorly thoughts.

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Silence.
Shout.
Lock.
Wall.
Dry.
Break.

Rei Farran stood back to admire her work, paintbrush in one hand and haphazard jar of very carefully-mixed acrylic in the other hand.

For reasons that would quickly make themselves evident, it was not a good idea to use actual blood to make a chart of blood sigils.

But if nothing else Rei liked attention to detail.

Full of nervous energy, the young instructor had spent her time since her arrival frantically preparing materials in the small room where she was to hold her classes.
A chart covering the basic blood sigils. A diagram of an easy, compact summoning circle for basic users, several sheets on plant and rock types.

She was feeling pretty well prepared.

That was a lie.

Professor Farran was rather acutely aware of the fact that she didn't really get teenagers when she was one, so getting them when she was (supposedly) an adult was going to be even more... interesting.

Still, when the council staff offered you a job, you took it up.

A quick glance at the clock. A look of concern crossed the pale face of the youngest professor at Marchand.
Assembly started right about now.
Judgement Day.

Moments later the young woman was hurrying along the corridor toward the library, trying to cover ground as briskly as she could without breaking into a run and potentially ruining the (slightly limited) gravitas she possessed.

The Professor was, at least, quite distinct in her appearance.
Dressed in black, her white skin and long, silver hair stood out quite solidly, a mark of a family that was, increasingly, rare to see around. Partial albinism and bright green eyes had long been a mark of the Farrans. But you'd be hard pushed to see one around these days. Much like a leucistic animal, it seemed like the pale Farrans didn't survive all that long in the wild.

So it was, perhaps, not all that surprising that Reinhilde Farran didn't really know a great deal about who she was going to be working with. Well, other than by reputation. Quite a few had been involved in the big civil war....but then, nearly all of that generation had in some sense. Still, the combat record between them was pretty impressive. Pretty terrifying. It was an awfully high standard to live up to. There was 'quite good at magic' and there was 'have killed people with magic' and they were pretty far apart.

The instructor stepped into the library to see some of the staff were already there. (Well she did, at least, assume that the young man was staff rather than student, others clearly were.) She had paused for a moment, hesitating as she attempted to work out some kind of greeting that would sound professional.

Unfortunately with students quickly filling the space there was very little she could think of to say that would not sound enormously awkward in front of the kids, so the youngest professor dropped into a staff seat and hoped that the rest of them would know that she was supposed to be there.

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Jesse smiled at Esperanza, still rubbing her head, which was forming a huge bump.

Yeah I'm fine! This happens all the time.


A professor entered the room very sternly and gave a reprimanding speech on how everyone was eating before the professors said to. Well, they should have communicated that! She was just following what everyone else was doing. Then Professor Kovalenko froze all the food. Luckily, she had already finished eating, but she saw Esperanza's fruit juice turn to ice. She didn't hear the rest of the speech. How did she do that? Jesse was only 14, so she hadn't had advanced sciences yet, but either this was one big trick that defied the laws of physics as she knew them or she used magic. Magic????

She sat there stunned with her jaw dropped for a few minutes. Another professor started to speak, but she didn't hear much. She heard the words "pyromancy" and "magical theory". Did her parents send her to the right place? Are they sure they didn't mean a different Marchand? Then that professor did something that was equally as impressive as the first. She melted the food right back to its original state. The pancakes were steaming and she had kept the fruit juice to where it had ice cubes in it. Jesse was in a state of shock. She could not figure out how they had done that. She did hear though, that they were going to the library after they ate. She had to ask someone about this. She had to figure out which Marchand she was supposed to be at, because it definitely wasn't this one. Her parents would have told her if she was a "sorcerer", right?

It took a few minutes for her to come back to reality. She pinched herself. It hurt. No, this wasn't a dream.

She quickly stood up, still a little dizzy from when she hit her head.

I'll, um... see you guys later ok?
She ran out of the dining hall in the direction of the library, not waiting for a response.

She stopped after she was a ways out of the dining hall and stopped to catch her breath. Maybe she was hallucinating. She had to be. If she was, all the more reason to find an adult. She looked at her map to figure out where the library was in relation to where she was standing. It wasn't too far away, she had luckily ran in the right direction. She found the library about five minutes later, and went straight up to the professor who had melted the food. She seemed a little friendlier than Professor Kovalenko.

Um, Professor Lovette? I think I'm in the wrong place. The school looks like it's a school for sorcery, which apparently exists, since, you know, Professor Kovalenko froze all the food and you melted it back, but I don't think I'm a sorcerer. I mean, my parents were normal people and I went to normal grade school. They did tell me I was supposed to be at Marchand though, so I'm really confused. Is there some kind of sorcerer test or something? Why would my parents send me here if they didn't think I was one, or even know it existed? Am I crazy? Am I hallucinating this? Should I go to the hospital?


She said all of this very quickly, and while it started quietly, it got louder toward the end. She was definitely panicking at this point. Maybe it was just a magic trick, an illusion to trick them all, or a hallucination. She sure hoped so.

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The tables had all been cleared off, chairs arranged neatly with their respective tables and all thanks to Professor Oliver. Skylar had taken his time away from the students to prepare the orientation room, even fetching any necessary equipment to make sure everything went along swimmingly. Having stepped out on the balcony briefly to get some fresh air and clear his thoughts, the man returned to the library to find the students already filing in.

Feeling satisfied with his timing, the man padded over to the other teachers, gave a brief nod in greeting, then peered over the student mass. He spotted Dawn again - Ah, yes, he had high hopes for her - as well as the Avalon boy, Jason. Jason was one of the other student he wished to assess, much in the same way he had for Dawn. Memoli and Avalon, both families of Trickery and experts in their craft. The professor expected only the best from their offspring and was using his observation of their talents as a gauge for his curriculum. After all, public school curriculums were nearly non-existent in mage culture. The professors were all building theirs from scratch, blending concepts from private tutors and other miscellaneous source material

Unfortunately, now was not a great time to assess Jason. After all, he’d be stepping over the other teachers’ toes for the orientation. No, he would wait for a more opportune time.

“We’ve got quite the group of young mages,” he commented casually to his fellow faculty with one final sweep over the class, “It should be interesting to see how well they do.”

After a quick adjustment of his bright yellow tie, Skylar’s gaze broke from the children and moved to the other adults gathered.

“Everything’s ready to go, whenever you are.”

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Desi: Soft, but proper. With an edge. She had tried to backtalk Kovalenko. Her father would hear about this.
Tessa: Sweet, bouncy, and somehow “pink” sounding. Like cotton candy fresh out of a machine.
Dawn: Kind, but in a mellow sort of way. Composed. Reasonable. Probably voted least likely to accidentally offend.

Their names were logged alongside their voices in Mitch’s mind, with a small
asterisk noting to place them in a flashcard deck for review at the end of the day.

“Dawn, Tessa, Desi, Tover,” she repeated back with a smile, pointing (quite impressively) close to where each designated speaker was sitting. “I’m. Um. It’s nice to meet you all. I really appreciate you understanding, too, Tover. Um. It’s nice to have people get that and… Oh! Yeah. He’s called Apple. And he isn’t the one from the Roswell incident, but he came from the same plane as the— Stoppit, you!” Mitch said, reaching across toward the rattling slurps and Tessa’s call of distress to scoop Apple up and pull him away.

Apple was not aware that anyone was reaching for him, and did not flinch from the touch as he snarfed up one more crumb from the Black-Haired-Good-Smell-Thing’s plate. He did, however, give out a pathetic bleat of protest at being lifted off the table by his midsection, and another whine at being placed into the lap of the Bad-Eyes-Good-Pets friend.

How she managed to find where he was sitting even with her bad eyes was beyond Apple, but he did not struggle. The last time he had, she had stumbled back and ended up falling.

Making the Bad-Eyes friend fall was not what good Apples did. With one more creaking-squeal, he conceded to rest his head against her thigh and pick the crumbs from his fur with his inner jaws.

“Sorry about that,” Mitch said, one hand resting on Apple’s back to be sure that he did not stand up again. “He’s usually much better behaved than this. It’s just been a kinda long day coming over the pond, and—”

At the sound of Professor Kovalenko speaking back to Desi, Mitch’s voice dropped off. She hung her head in shame-by-association for having sat down at a table mid-teacher conflict, and busied her hands with adjusting Apple’s harness. But then, just as quickly as Kovalenko had chilled the room, another voice filled the space with an aura that seemed to draw attention like flies to honey.

A toasty current passed by, and Apple rolled over in Mitch’s lap to bask in the sudden, pleasant change of temperature.

Mitch added Professor Lovette to her mental file: Gentle, direct, and warm.

And leading them all out of the room. She smiled at Tover’s mention of her name in the count, and made a quick effort to follow. Someone was including her, by default, as a friend.

As the bodies started moving, Mitch gave Apple the click-cue sound, and he (being the Best Apple) obediently slithered to the floor and began his very good job of walking her along with the crowd to the library. As they went, she paid little heed to the conversation, taking in far more crucial information: Counting steps, listening for acoustic changes in the hallway along their route- storing all of the needed information on how to move from the cafeteria to the library on her own.

When they arrived, Mitch knew it.

The room was gentle and squishy- all wood and carpet and pages that ate up the bouncing ping of footfalls and chatter. It smelled like ink and binding glue, with a hint of warm paper that gave away the presence of a printer somewhere around. She followed the noise of Tover and the others as Lovette asked them to sit, running a hand along the chair backs until she found one empty and settled into it.

Apple, being well aware of this “class” business, curled himself up around Mitch’s ankles and prepared himself for a nap of considerable length.

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Drake hadn’t gotten much further in his book as a pair of heels clicked by and a new figure went to stand and speak. Once again, the boy set down his copy of Lord of the Rings, closing it this time, seeing how he had given up on the thing. He moved to place an elbow on the table and rested his cheek in his hand. It didn’t seem like he’d get much more of a chance to read for the time being.

While the black-haired boy looked bored at first, listening with no visible interest, something had caught his attention halfway through the speech. Enough so that he moved to an upright position and leaned forward a bit to get a better look at the speaker. A teacher… His teacher. The Professor of Pyromancy.

He was relieved to find this teacher was far less of a hardass, for one. In fact, she seemed much nicer and was quick to resolve things and give clarification in a way that wasn’t intimidating. While he wasn’t sure how well a soft-spoken teacher would be at teaching Pyromancy of all things, he decided to give her the benefit of the doubt.

He hadn’t been sitting for more than a minute or two, and now, sure enough, everyone was getting up to leave. First he was told to sit down, now he’s told to stand up and leave…
Figures.

Drake was sure he felt a headache coming on.

Placing his book back in his bag, the boy stood unceremoniously, grabbing his guitar case and swinging it onto his back for the third time today. As he followed the crowd toward the library, he made sure to move swiftly into the room upon arrival and to a table that was empty. There were a lot less tables here, and he was guaranteed to be stuck with several people this time rather than getting a table all to himself. The young Pyromancer preferred the other mages choose whether or not to sit with him, not the other way around.

Drake had made a big enough fool of himself thus far. If someone chose to sit with him and ended up not liking him, that would be their mistake, not his. It only seemed fair.

He placed his guitar case against the end of the table and waited.

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Seraph felt like he was the white rabbit in Alice in Wonderland screaming "I am late! I am late! The queen will have my head!"

Seraph hated being late but there was nothing he could do about it. His parents had known that he was to start school today but they misunderstood the actual time that he had to be there. It wasn't until they all looked at the registrar again this morning that they realized that Seraph had to be at school an hour earlier than they had assumed. So, his father had all but thrown his son's luggage and backpack in the car. Hell, he practically threw Seraph into the car to get him there faster. Seraph wasn't the fastest thanks to his short stature and he couldn't keep up with his father's long strides.

And if Seraph hadn't been filled with trepidation about starting a new school where he knew absolutely no one, he sure was terrified now. The 14 year old mage hoped that the professors wouldn't be mad at him for being late or single him out or anything. He highly doubted he'd make any friends that way. The young mage fussed with his dark strands, twining the threads in a nervous habit and tried to cover his face.

"Chin up, Seraph. Everything is going to be fine. Why don't you push your hair away from your face? How are you going to make friends if you hide yourself that way?" his dad commented then.

"I'll be fine Dad..." he murmured though he did as requested and pushed the long bangs behind his ear. They didn't stay long however and started to fall forward again as he moved. Now that his face was visible, the long elaborate tattoos of his house were visible down the left side of his face and vanished beneath his collar. The pentagrams on both hands hinted that the lines didn't end on his face. The aquamancer's blue eyes lit up when they finally reached the school however and he was practically vibrating in his seat. He really was excited and terrified all in one go. The butterflies were doing back-flips in his stomach.

Seraph and his father hurried out of the car and the man followed his son into the school and to the receptionist. Seraph accepted all the papers and information then and looked over it quickly.

"The assembly should have moved to the library by now," the receptionist informed them.

"Thank you," Mr. Lanchestor said and turned to see Seraph already ahead of him. "Seraph! Wait!"

"Dad! I am late! I can get there!" he called back.

Mr. Lanchestor sighed and placed his hands on his hips and watched as Seraph tried to run with his bag and luggage. The little thing kept tripping over the luggage. His father shook his head. "Stop running! You'll fall! Love you, call us tonight!"

"Love you! I will!" he yelled before he rounded the corner to hurry on his way. He loved his parents but he really didn't want to be the kid that showed up with their parents. He didn't want to get laughed at or have to deal with teasing. He could do this; he could make it to where he needed to go himself.

And like his father predicted, he did end up tripping thanks to the weight of the luggage and hit the ground. The clumsy thing picked himself up and continued to hurry though he tried not to run at this point. And unfortunately, Seraph got lost. The map wasn't all too clear to him and he went in a circle at one point and gave an exasperated sigh. The teachers were really going to hate him. He hoped he wasn't missing important information at least. He didn't want to be the one student that asked a question the teachers had already explained. Overall, it seemed like Seraph's first day was far more stressful than he would have liked.

At last, Seraph made it to the library. He maneuvered his bags a bit so he could open the door quietly and peeked inside. He could see that there were a lot of people here. There were so many students! And they were talking and just sitting down. He gave a sigh of relief. It looked like he wasn't missing much instruction after all. He took a couple of deep breaths to calm himself down and to simply catch his breath from his half running and jogging and entered the library. He looked around at the students who were all... much bigger than he was. Was there anyone his age here at all? He did see one girl talking to a professor that seemed to be about his age. She was the only one that wasn't taller than he was. He didn't want to butt in though. Maybe he should start off somewhere small... somewhere where there wasn't a lot of people to deal with. He needed something small to kind of... work his way in.

Seraph scanned the room and his eyes settled on a person that was currently sitting by himself. That was a good start. He swallowed, trying to wet his dry throat before he made his way over to the table and smiled. "G-good morning. Do you mind if I um, sit here?" he asked then. "And I am Seraph Lanchestor. What's your name?"

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No hint of ill emotion or frustration crossed Montana's features. He simply stood, hands clasped behind his back, observing the collective. Their conversations had mostly continued, unhindered. The few that acknowledged him had soon returned to the more pressing social matters in front of them.

To them it was something simple no doubt. Their carelessness. A simple mistake, something to be mentioned then discarded. Something for someone else to pick up and dealt with. He had hardly received more then a dismissive glance in response.

"My thanks Professor Kovalenko."

Montana's head dipped towards his companion, his hair, which had been blasted to his right during Oren's expulsion of energy, had settled neatly on his shoulder.

"However it would seem self absorption rules the day."

His voice was low, far too low for the average listener to hear. If their earlier difficulties were any indication, auditory averageness was a safe bet.

Their near future would have been an unpleasant one if not for the fortuitous arrival of Mr.Lovette.

The unpleasantness would have begun with,



"To all those who continued their previous conversation without making it known to our Professor Kovalenko that they had indeed heard her, for a reason other then shock or a naturally bashful nature, are welcome to make continued use of the lunchroom, this time with our blessing, and will be giving our janitorial staff the morning off."

"You will remove all of the frozen food, wash the used dishes and utensils, remove any remaining debris from the surrounding area."

"This will be done once orientation has been completed."

"Given the sheer volume of the unresponsive student body, I suggest a leader is elected, or a small group simply inherits the mess left behind by the student body."

Instead, Montana only extended the gracious portion of the aforementioned speech.

"All students who have yet to eat are welcome to take a tray into the Orientation room."

He bowed, and quickly fell into line behind the students. He opted walk along with the students, rather then use tier two pathways Professor Kovalenko frequented. Her teaching style was well complimented by Lovette's diplomacy, and he found both of their approaches worthy of appreciation.

His own would take some adjusting for many of their new arrivals. Montana's norm didn't involve shouting, or making any special effort to ensure that he was heard. In his mind, they would either learn to pay attention, or develop the skills needed to discern what needed to be done by looking at those around them.

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"Oh /my/..." Azaziel's first reaction to Oren's entrance was one of shock. The initial expulsion from the Professors had drawn a look of utter amazement over his features. To Zaze the scope of her power was irrelevant, it was the amount of control it took to specifically target those food items and flash freeze them, all while keeping the flesh of the eaters free from any frost related damage.

Got /damn/. He instinctively moved his hair behind his ear when she started talking, listening to her words with a rapt attention unrivaled in the lunch room.

If /this/ was the kind of detail their teachers could put into their magic....

Then another teacher showed and finessed pyromancy, reversing much of what the former teacher had started.

Zaze's hands clapped together in such an involuntary fashion he surprised himself at the sound they made. "My my...the necromancy teacher must be..." He closed his eyes mid sentence, and let out a small, but contented sigh. Yes, he had made the right decision by coming here.

"What a brilliant stroke of luck these dumpy children are so easily fascinated with one another."

Without their disobedience it could have been days, weeks before any of them showed a smidgen of their true power.

Fantastic.

"Mmmm." Pocket pancake withdrawn, Azaziel took a thoughtful bite out of its side.

"Hopefully there's more disruptions during orientation."

Azaziel followed the throng of students inside with an unintentional flair of his coat, and a very deliberate munch of his pocket pancake.

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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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The Ciervo family was not one to mingle with those of other magics. There was no purpose to it, in their eyes. They wouldn’t dare defile the sanctity of their “holy” blood with others, in fear of angering their god with such an act. They could provide for themselves well enough with the funding received by some of the more adventurous members of their own, and it was easy enough for them to find a few stray necromancers to bring into the fold to keep their numbers- or, if necessary, send out another handful of members to get themselves impregnated. Contact was minimal, and that suited the Ciervos nicely.

Nevertheless, Esperanza wasn’t one to snub obvious skill when she saw it. She watched, enraptured, as a pair of women effortlessly made a show of freezing and heating the meals strewn about the place, with as much strain as one would get from lifting their wrist. It was...and if…

There was no concern of her attention drifting away to somewhere else for long, really. The only time it did, it was when the mouse-girl, Jesse, affirmed that she really was fine. Esp thought that the girl still looked a bit pale and funny and somewhat sick, but as Jesse said she was okay, it was probably okay. Nodding a bit to herself, Esp leaned forward, resting her chin on her hands as she continued to watch.

In the middle of one of the teacher’s talks, another person came up to the table- a boy, this time, with a very upset face. Like someone had kicked his puppy, Esp thought. It was not a good face. Frowning, she straightened up to better meet the boy’s eyes, shoulders squaring. She remained in that posture even as he- Jason- looked over at her and gave a smile.

“Yes,” she responded. “I did not know that schools were like in the movies, with fights and the speeches. And my mother wanted me to keep her…” a pause, brow furrowing as she struggled to think of the right word to use. “her...she wanted to know what was happening in the school so she would not be worried.” Esp fished in her pocket, and, producing her phone, switched it on and shoved it in front of Jason’s face- apparently not ready to part with it just yet.

Esp’s recording started a bit before Kora finished her charge, and ended as the ice Professor started her own speech, as she had thought it rude to film her teachers. Why this did not extend to her peers was unclear, but Esperanza was visibly proud of her newfound cinematography skills.

Once Professor Lovette announced that they were to move to the library, Esp immediately yanked the phone away from Jason, paused it, and stuffed it back into her pocket. “I can show you later,” she explained through her pocket-fumbling. “I do not want the teachers to be mad. It would not be good.” She offered a short wave with her free hand as she watched Jesse bolt out, then went to grab her bag and follow the rest of the crowd out.

The library wasn’t far, and much to her delight, there was plenty of room to sit at. She situated herself at a decently-sized table, and, recalling both of her old seating partners, placed a paper in two of the chairs. Esp wasn’t sure if they would want to sit with her, still, but if they did, they would have a seat anyway. She smiled at the thought, and, seeing Jesse talking to Professor Lovette (she couldn’t quite hear her from this distance), Esp gave another cheerful wave.

And then texted her sister to tell her that she had made some friends.

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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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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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  1. I was just moving her so as to not hold up the assembly ^^;

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Desi had taken her own interpretation of the Professor’s speech, as she often did. Blah, listen to us, blah, I’m better than you, etcetera etcetera all boiling down to “who do you think you are, you little bitch?” Eh, it was fair. She’d known what she’d been doing when she decided to speak up. There were a few things she wanted to comment on though, one of which was that the professor appeared to have missed her point completely. Desi wasn’t annoyed about the food being inedible. She was annoyed over the principle of the thing. And secondly – it was insulting for the woman to imply that Damien would favour her. She was well aware that the only advantage she would have with her dad was that she was familiar with how he taught and what he considered the basics.

The new teacher coming in turned the tables though, making Desi feel that maybe she had missed the point as well. Or maybe they had been on different pages all along. She watched the pyromancer curiously as she fixed the food, then looked at the defense teacher. Why hadn’t the man spoken louder, then? She hadn’t heard him over the din at all. The girl poked at her pancake again. She didn’t doubt Professor Lovette’s skill but she doubted that it tasted good now. Instead she drank the juice, thankfully still palatable, and then stood along with her group and moved over to the library. She wasn’t a troublemaker at heart, and so she sat quietly, looking around.

Her smile reappeared quickly when her dad entered the room and she gave him a small wave, trying not to draw too much attention now in contrast to before. She rolled her eyes slightly upon noticing why he had been late, and giggled, covering her moth with a dainty hand. No need to make things harder for Dami to be taken seriously until he had a chance to demonstrate how much he knew.

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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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Still keeping one eye on the teacher related theatrics, Dinah found herself being addressed by Sterling. It had been a bit of a toss-up as to whether he was going to respond or snub her entirely given the rather...colourful background. The young woman shook Larke’s hand and glanced him over as he spoke. Expensive clothes. Expensive shoes. Stuff that probably cost more than everything she owned combined. Including written-off car. Though that wasn’t exactly hers.

“Yup, that’s me. Dinah Fox. Di to most people. Haven’t sacrificed anyone to satan yet so I think we’re good.” she replied with a smirk, something that elicited a caustic look of disapproval from her brother. Cyrus was rather less accepting of the familial reputation than his younger sister, and didn’t really relish the fact that she was constantly joking about being the spawn of the she-devil.

Shortly after, in light of the rather… forceful demeanour of some of the teachers, Dinah had decided that it would be best to make herself a bit scarce. Lest she end up trapped behind in the dining hall and have her heart eaten by the Snow Queen back there.

She ended up falling into step a little behind Sterling, and a little way ahead of her brother, though her progress was interrupted somewhat as the monstrous form of the Norrevinter sprang in front, about a head taller than most of those present.

Kora, for one, was pretty eager to get down to things.

The norwegian student dropped into a chair somewhere at the front and took the point to examine a few of the assembled staff members. SHe knew so far as the pyromancy professor and the instructor for combat (two people she was keen to impress, and quite certain she would) though who was going to be running her secondaries was something Kora was less sure about. It was always good to know who you were dealing with.

Dinah had opted to give Kora a wide berth after seeing how she’d treated her rival earlier, and walked in a little after Sterling spoke.
“Yeah. Quite something.” she remarked in a pretty non-committal tone.
The place was most definitely impressive, in the sense that it was well above the standards of anywhere she was used to, though whether it was going to be her sort of place kind of remained to be seen. The staff looked like hardasses and the students looked to be the standard rich kids. It was going to be interesting one way or another.
“Should be fun if we survive the first day.”

One of the later people to arrive was Helena, who stepped in behind the main body of the students, albeit about brisk enough to avoid punishment. She'd not gone so far as to link the reserved seats near Esperanza as being much to do with her, and found herself standing around with a sort of 'rabbit in headlights' look that she often adopted when faced with the problems of the adolescent social minefield.

That was until a voice behind her sent her scuttling for a seat.

"Kingsley, do get a move on."

Professor K stood in the doorway, her arms folded, utilizing her unnerving capacity to appear out of nowhere.

"No-one cares where you sit. They won't have to tolerate you very long."

With the way clear, Oren strode up to the front and took her place next to Professor Byrne and the younger teacher. She knew the face well enough. Schippers. A Schippers, anyway.
"Year is off to a good start." Oren muttered under her breath.

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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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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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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.