Vitam et Mortem IC - Altsoba School of Sorcery

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The Gift Ceremony is one of the most important days in any wizard’s life. Generally by that time they already are aware what their gift is, but this is a formal declaration of what their magic is going to be dedicated to for the rest of their life. Taking place in the second week of school, the Year 11 students go through a processional until they are all lined on the stage (one long semi-circle so the cloak lining can be seen), alphabetically. Each student will go to the center of the stage and after a small performance of their ability, announce to the gathered audience that they will be specializing in whatever their gift is. Then they return to their spot in line.

Once the last person has returned the inner lining of the cloaks will change from the traditional, undeclared black to a vibrant color representation of their announced gift.

Blue for water.
Red for fire.
Green for earth.
Grey for wind.
Brown for fauna.​

The recessional will then begin and the newly declared sorcerers will exit the room.

Meghan Abbott was staring into the gathered assembly room. She was at the front of the line for the processional and she was nervous. She had a lot of things to be nervous about. No one knew what she would declare. Professor Kenneth quietly reminded them all how to make their declaration, "I, your name, am declaring, your gift. Smiles, everyone!"

When the choir began to sing she did not hold her head up high and she did not wave into the crowd; she simply shuffled her way onto the main stage. Every single person behind her seemed to be filled with excitement and delight about finally getting to declare their gift. Meghan was only filled with dread.

Her name was called with pride from the headmistress and all the whispers and shuffling had stopped. No one rattled their programs. It felt like no one even dared to breathe.

All her life Meghan had shown no talent for magic. She did well enough in potions and in spells, enough to pass at least. When it came to a gift, she’d never shown any kind of ability for any of the gifts. She had a normal relationship with animals and she couldn’t do anything with the elements. It was very rare for someone not to have a gift. So rare, in fact, that no one had ever heard of it.

She had practiced the hardest, she had studied the most, and still she couldn’t get a trickle of water or a spark from her wand. She couldn’t get a pebble to break. She’d felt like a complete and utter failure.

Until.

Sometime during Year 10, in the second semester, she had the worst headache of her life. Then there was a flash of something. The headache intensified as did the image. Later, in class, she saw Professor Tiddles, a wind sorcerer, walking down a flight of steps.

He stepped on his robe.

He started to fall.

She caught him, preventing the same fall she had seen in her mind that morning. The headache cleared. Meghan had hurried to the headmistress, who had suspected such, and told her what happened. They had a long talk where Meghan remembered little snippets of visions from dreams. She was instructed to tell no one, not even her parents but she had a gift, one that others could not see. A rare one.

Meghan stepped up to the center of the stage, the only sound in the entire room was her feet shuffling forward. She cleared her throat and in the proudest, clearest voice she had ever ever managed she announced, “I, Meghan Abbott, am declaring Clairvoyant.” The reaction was immediate; there were a lot of whispers and gasps and conversation as Meghan made her way back to her spot in line. Now her head was held high and proud. Later when the ceremony was complete her cloak lining would turn a rich purple.

It took Professor Dashal a minute to get the crowd to quiet again and only once everyone had settled did she call the next name.

Eva was floored by the news of Meghan. She and Monique were a few of the only kids in their grade who didn’t pick on Megan for her lack of ability. She was proud of her friend. They weren’t exactly close, but Eva considered her someone she could talk to. She exchanged a surprised look with Monique after the announcement had been made and made a note to corner Meghan later about this surprising twist.

She nearly missed her name being called. The Italian danced to the front of the stage and beamed at the crowd. Eva brought her hands in and then extended them out in a bit of a presentation; a light mist fell upon those in the first six rows. Understated, simple. “I, Eva Beneventi, am declaring Water.” There was a deep, graceful, and slightly exaggerated curtsy and then she danced right back to her place in line.
 
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Soon after came Hayato Anzai, he was small for his age, a mere 5'5, having inherited his Japanese mother's height, while mostly inheriting his American father's looks, including his ice blue eyes. He was certainly stunned by Meghan's gift, as was the rest of the class, but was only irritated because it started taking some of the attention off of him, and Hayato wanted his gift alone to shine brightest.

He walked to the front of the stage with confidence, holding out his hands, the young man began to hover a few inches off the ground. He'd seen an upperclassman with the wind gift do it the year before and has put almost all of his time and energy into perfecting the art. Once he was stable in the air, he performed an awe inspiring breakdance routine, spinning upside down, performing backflips, all while keeping himself from touching the floor. Once his routine was finished he lowered to the ground, struck a pose, and said, "I, Hayato Anzai, am declaring wind." As the crowd applauded, he backflipped back into his spot, giving Meghan a little wink as he did so. A 'you're welcome' for drawing attention away from her controversial gift.

There was a student not clapping though. A girl named Marie Favroux, fire gifted as one could tell by her red lined robe. She merely slouched in her chair, eyes fixated on the young Meghan Abbot. She figured this year's Gift Ceremony would be as boring as the rest, but this girl changed everything. The young clairvoyant could very well prove useful to her in the year to come.
 
Just like every other day around her classmates, Anna felt tiny. Only today, it was because of more than height. She could see the massive crowd, sprawled out. Everyone already knew what she was going to pick; everywhere she went paper would flutter, and wind chimes tingled if they were near. Even still, the simple idea of hundreds of pairs of eyes on her as she had to do something so simple was...terrifying.

She took a deep breath. It wasn't a big deal. She remembered when her sister Margret declared; the way she breathed in, and then breathed out a magnificent sparkling pink mist that hung up the top of the room for the rest of the display. She made her mark. As much as Anna wanted to do the same thing, she'd had her Gift Ceremony planned out from the first time she folded that fateful bit of origami paper. Her thoughts turned away from that old memory and to the ceremony as Meghan stepped forward.

Meghan was a nice enough girl, as far as Anna was considered. Maybe a little weird, but that was just because she didn't really have a gift. So Anna watched with bated breath and squinted eyes, waiting to see if Meghan had maybe just been hiding her gift the whole time.

At the revelation, she let out a gasp. Her small hands flew to her mouth in shock. No way! Clairvoyant!? Meghan, little bullied Meghan, had freaky future-telling visions? Anna was a lot more worried now. How was she meant to compare to that? Did Meghan really have to go first?! She slipped her hand into her robe pocket, feeling the hundreds of small things she had made exactly right. It was simple; she couldn't compare. She would just have to do her best.

She watched the rest of the declarations, getting more anxious with every passing second. However, her face only showed a steadfast determination. When it was her turn, she stepped forward with knocking knees and shaking hands.

She looked into the crowd, making eye contact with her father, who'd she'd already picked out. He was a short man, balding, with a pot belly, but his face was full of radiant smile lines that shone like sunbeams out his face. Her mother was nearby, also smiling, but her shoulders were frozen as she waited for her middle daughter to make a move. The family were sat in the centre of the audience, which was lucky for Anna.

The short girl dug her hands into her robe pockets. In one swift movement, she tore out hundreds of tiny paper cranes, sending them flying into the air. They were all made of shiny pastel coloured paper. Not only had Anna been practicing flying them, she'd also been practicing making them for months. Now all in the air, Anna moved her arms, sending the paper birds flying in a beautiful flock of fake beating wings. They dipped and dived, soared towards Anna and circled around her once, and then finally came to rest in a big empty backpack that sat in Kristin, Anna's younger sister's lap. "I, Anna Emildóttir, am declaring wind!" She squeaked in her high pitched voice. She bowed to the applause - it wasn't crazy, but it was good enough for her - and quickly shuffled back to her place in line.


Though she was clapping for every performance, Mia's mind was elsewhere. That first girl, whose robes were now a beautiful purple. Clairvoyant. The Gift of Prophecy. Mia couldn't believe it; she had read dozens of books on the rare gift, but she had never in her life thought she would see one. As much as she wanted to pick the girl's brain, she had the mind to be polite. She would surely be getting a lot of questions from other people. If a situation came up where they were talking, however...she'd get her questioned answered.
 
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Maximiliano was nervous. Nervous and kind of scared. This was it. This was the big day. Everything he had trained for, all the years of work it had taken and he would now finally go up there and declare to the world what everyone already knew. He exhaled and inhaled rapidly, cheeks billowing out as he tried to contain the cold pit of fear and excitement in his stomach.

He didn't even know why he was afraid. Everyone knew his ability. Everyone had seen the many flashy displays he had given over the past two years. Turning his attention to the stage, he was just in time to hear that girl Monique hung out with declare... Clairvoyant? What was that? Why was everyone looking so shocked? It must be a pretty big deal to have even the year twelve seasons looking shocked.

Didn't clairvoyant mean something about seeing? Could she see through walls? See the dead? The future? Maybe people's magic types? He frowned as he pondered, his fear momentarily forgotten as he looked at the girl he had only ever talked to once or twice in passing. Of course, the fear returned when he heard the telltale sigh that preceded his full name from the headmistress, who was reading the list.

"Andrés Thiago Leonardo..." A slight pause as they intake a large breath, before rushing the rest of the names out. "Felipe Ángel Maximiliano Christopher Juan Diego Adrián Pablo Alvarez. Please come up and declare your gift." She says, a small smile to her face as she gazed down at the young man.

Gulping a little, Maximiliano slowly made his way up to the centre of the stage. Turning around he met the crowd's eager faces. He was relatively popular, his looks and attitude garnering him many friends, so he recognised quite a few of the people in a sea of faces. He was suddenly no longer afraid. This was the stage. These were his people. This is what he had prepared for for months.

"I, Andrés Thiago Leonardo Felipe Ángel Maximiliano Christopher Juan Diego Adrián Pablo Alvarez," he begins smoothly. "Am declaring Fire." He says as he holds out his hand, the room darkening as fires were extinguished until all light was on the stage.

Instantly the image of two large griffons come to life around him, shimmering all the colours of the rainbow as they leap and prance in a circle around him. Sticking both hands out, he raises them forcefully into the air and behind him a large Chinese dragon, also alternating colours of the rainbow, erupted from the stadium. It opened it's mouth in a silent roar, before diving over Maximilian's head and dissapering into the floor of the stage, the griffons quickly following it as the room brightened again.

After the large applause by the crowd, which he oh so humbly accepted, he made his way off of the stage and back into line.
 
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With a huff, a young, slender man, barely above the average height of his peers took the stage next. His eyes were a deep, icy blue, and his hair, long and feathery black, cascaded down his shoulders in wild, unmanageable locks. His robe, lined in blue, was trimmed with a secondary layer of bright lapis, and a large sapphire hung from a chain around his neck. The eyes, so piercing in their color and intensity, seemed to draw the audience into a cold silence. Most of the people here knew who he was, and more importantly, what sort of person Nito Benedictous seemed to be.

Haughty. Confident. Dry. Cold. Distant. Intelligent. Dedicated.

"I, Nito Benedictous, second of my name, declare Water as my Power."

Almost without effort, his hands, one adorned with several rings of varying worth, the other naked, rose from his sides to come together at the finger tips. Liquid began to pool in the air around him, shimmer orbs of water that danced in the light of the stage. The two hands would begin to push downward, stopping once they were level with his naval. The lower those hands drew downward, the slower the orbs seemed to move. Slower. Slower. Slower still. Those in the front rows would see what was happening first, as thin tendrils of frost began to overtake the once energetic spheres, until they hung suspended in the air, frozen and immobile. It hadn't been as flashy or flamboyant as his contemporary, but control, even at a novice level, over Ice at such a young age was a rare gift indeed.

When Nito left the stage, the audience was still silent, save for a few claps here and there, and a bout of supportive cheering from his cousin. He'd take his place in line behind Andres, hoping the budding fire mage wouldn't deign to speak with him. While fire and water seemed to balance each other out, Nito had nothing but a secret loathing for those gifted with the arts of flame and heat.
 
It sort of made sense that Meghan was clairvoyant, at least, it made sense to Monique. The poor girl was... awful at everything, and Monique remembered reading somewhere that the clairvoyant gift was so powerful that most of the sorcerer's magic had to be directed to it. Still, it had never crossed Monique's mind before.

When her name was called, she quickly made her way to the stage, her black-lined cloak swishing behind her. It would soon be red.

Her pale eyes were steady on the crowd, and she took a moment to reach back and tighten the ponytail that was holding back her thick white locks. The last thing she needed was to burn off her hair like she did in 9th grade when she first started practicing the trick.

After a moment she sucked in a deep breath, but when she released it, it wasn't air.

Bright, scarlet flames took it's place, sweeping through the air as Monique spun gracefully, making sure everyone could witness the fire that was being released from between her lips. It stopped before the front of the crowd, but the whole room would most certainly be feeling the heat of her fire. And that's just what she wanted. Monique was a dragon, a force to be reckoned with, especially when it came to her element.

She tilted her head back and inhaled once more, seemingly sucking the fire right back into her body. "I, Monique Fletcher," she turned her steely gaze back onto the crowd, "declare fire." She followed Eva in doing a curtsy, dipping low to the ground with the sound of applause, and then made her way back to the group.
 
Heinrich couldn't wait for his turn as the list went through the students, He had been practicing for Months to get to the level he felt he needed to preform said act.

Upon hearing his name Heinrich jumped up in almost flip to the center of the stage, breathing in deeply he looked about the crowd, the other student.
all of their performances had been Stellar, how was he going to look as he did his? Taking another deep breath in the silence of the crowd, he was fairly well known by the other student, if not personally, by name at least. "My name is Heinrich Von Vox, I declare Fire as my gift!"

With a concentration unlike that anyone would have seen on Heinrich he began flowing his arms in a Martial arts style movement. Forming from them a large burst of Vibrant Green Flames, which seemed to flow out around him, slowly taking shape of something that looked far more Sinister than he had hoped. Taking shape the flames seemed to form a Large Demon like face, he could picture it in his mind, having its mouth open in a terrific Roar. Then suddenly Heinrichs movements became faster and more violent. To which the demons opened mouth began Crackling as Lighting struck out at the metal candle holders around the room, in bright flashes of emerald streaks shooting out wildly from the demons mouth.

Heinrich was far too focused to notice the crowds reactions, and soon feeling sweat bead his face he waved his hands and dispelled the demon in a Poof of flames engulfing themselves. He then bowed and walked back to his place.
 
Hazel clapped for the person on the stage, somewhat surprised. All the things she'd seen so far were really impressive, and honestly, that one had been bordering on terrifying. She glanced to her side to see what Sophia's reaction had been, but she couldn't quite see her face well enough to tell. "Fire sorcerers don't go small, do they?" She whispered, glancing back up at the stage. She wondered why Clairvoyance seemed to be such a big deal to everyone. She knew that it meant prophecy or something, and yeah, sure, that was pretty cool, but why was it special? She honestly thought the fire breathing act was a lot more interesting. Really, all of the fire ones were- they all seemed very flashy and hard to forget. I wonder what the next one is going to be? I haven't ever seen any of the earth or whatever the other one was yet...
 
If there was something Klaus enjoyed, always, was to see the 11th years declaring their element. He remembered when he did it the year before, when he declared his path of life would be the wind with an exhibition of how he could use the element for his advantage in defense and offense as well as for levitating/hovering through the air, giving his movements impulse and a different, ethereal vibe.

He clapped and cheered enthusiastically for Meghan, who he didn't know much about but he was happy for her, and he did the same for the following students, feeling proud of them, proud to share a school with them. That's just how he was, how he'd always been. A friendly, protective giant. A bit high on the clouds when he lost interest on something, but he was one with his element, when he used his power and when he didn't... he was the wind, the breeze. It brought sounds and unimaginable experiences to him, and it was always interesting to use it in his favour to learn some secrets he'd never tell.

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Meanwhile, Ishade sat on his chair and he was absent, his mind was somewhere else. He knew his barn owl friend was resting on the outside of the window like she always did, doing her life but coming around sometimes. He had a beetle on his hand, and was petting it with one of his fingers. This situation reminded him of the year prior. What a year... his performance wasn't anything exciting, it was calm and with the help of some beautiful creatures back in Europe. But then that happened, and since then he just didn't have the will to do anything else unrelated to practising magic. He was a bit... well, His sister had worded it better, she said he was depressed, but he didn't really think so think so. He was just fine, he was just not really interested in people or human interactions anymore.
 
Sophie nodded at her roommate, "They're very bold," She agreed in a whisper, clapping along the rest.

She was already planning her declaration, thousands of ideas zooming in and out of her mind. "I can't wait until we can declare." She reached over and squeezed her friend's hand before leaning forward and watching the next declaration. No, she couldn't wait at all.
 
Vivian sat relatively towards the back of the crowd of 12th years, quietly, observantly. These new declarations were Flashy to say the least, this didn't bother her near as much as the Clairvoyant that was declared. Such an unimposing girl, it was a wonder how such an unimpressive individual could garner such powers. This did all to Fascinate and Annoy Vivian, At least this year wont be Boring, she thought to herself
 
The ceremony ended with the students exiting in the recessional. When they were clear, the audience was allowed to leave exiting en mass. Parents went to find their family members while students who didn't personally know any of the declarees were free for the day. Sophie grabbed Hazel's wrist and dragged her away from the crowd. They had a whole day free, "Want to go to the lake?"

Just Eva's parents had come for the declaration. Some of her siblings were in the audience as students and they had waved to their sister before going off with their own friends. She didn't mind, much. Instead, she made her way around with Monique; saying hi to her own parents as well as her best friend's family. Then it was back to the dorms to finally get their stuff completely unpacked and organized because there were still boxes sharing Eva's bed with her.

Not to mention the mountain of homework piling up on her desk.

A week later, at lunch, she was sitting eating her meal and reading through her worn copy of Understanding Your Gift when a newspaper dropped on top of her book. "Have you seen this?" Ariel, another girl in her grade, slid onto the bench beside Eva. The young sorceress picked up the article and read through the headline. So that's what everyone had been whispering about all morning. The school announcement would be going out soon, too.

"You can't believe that," She snorted. "It's a newspaper, they thrive on creating fear. Haven't you ever heard the expression 'if it bleeds, it leads'?"

Ariel worried her bottom lip between her teeth, "I don't know. I asked the History of the Hunters professor and he said that this is exactly how it happened." Eva tried to ignore the sense of dread in her stomach.

"Can I... hang on to this for a bit?" The other girl nodded and then got up from the bench, patting Eva on the shoulder. "See you later," Muttered the Italian.
 
Nito took all his meals out by the lake. His cousin normally brought them, but today Gregori was busy with some flippant task. No doubt chasing a girl, or rather, working up the courage to talk to one, failing, and then spending his time alone, trying to come up with a lie to impress his younger relative. It didn't matter to Nito, not in the least. He'd eat at dinner. Food was not a priority, mastery over cyromancy was. The sooner this art was fully realized, the sooner he could move on to different forms of study. The whole superstition that every mage was destined to know only one form of the arcane seemed like a convenient cage, a falsehood so simple and easy to understand that few would ever try and go against it. A pen for sheep.

Nito had no intention of being a sheep.

Young, proud, gifted, and introverted to a fault, Nito had developed a reputation as unapproachable over the years he'd spent at the school, and it was a reputation he eagerly excepted. But one word was missing from the description. Ambitious. The young Ice-slinger had lofty goals, some that might be called impossible. But he'd never stop trying. Other than his family, and in particular, his sister, he didn't care what sort of obstacle stood in his way. Nothing had stopped him yet, and as far as he was concerned, nothing would.

The lake provided the perfect practice grounds. There was no need to pull water from the air here. There was a nigh inexhaustible supply, always waiting for him. With slow, rigid movements, the water would rise from its bonds, forming complex shapes in the air. Sigils, runes, archaic lettering, all manner of cryptography would swirl around the heir to House Benedictous, freezing in form and in place. Each 'letter' was part of an incantation. One that had no meaning, other than symbolism. A long winded speech written down by some longer dead practitioner of the arts, it meant nothing to the naked eye.

The air had grown so cold around him that he'd begun to shiver, thin crystals of frost forming at the corners of his lips and eyes, and underneath his nose. The sweat on his forehead transformed to glistening frozen droplets, his knees shaking from the intensity of his concentration. The strain he was putting on himself was enormous, but Nito would not stop, unless interrupted or forced to do so.
 
Hazel nodded eagerly. "Sure! Anything to get out of the crowd," she said. "Besides, I never really got to take a good look at the lake." She allowed Sophie to drag her all the way to the lake, wondering how the other girl even knew where she was going. Maybe she just had a terrible sense of direction, but the school seemed impossible to navigate- it was huge, and all the twisting hallways and corridors confused her to no end. They talked and messed around with the water for an hour or two by the lake before going to their new dorms. Hazel briefly greeted the other two people in the dorm room before they both disappeared into the bedroom, setting about on unpacking and moving a few things around.

By the time the next week rolled around, she had settled in a little bit better, and she didn't get lost anywhere near as often as she had in the past. The lessons were really interesting to her, although she wasn't a fan of algebra at all, predicting that she was probably going to fail that class as long as she had it. For some reason, everyone had seemed incredibly tense all morning, whispering about something she just didn't quite hear, and she couldn't help but wonder what was going on. During lunch, she could tell people were still whispering, and everyone was far quieter than they had been yesterday. Maybe Sophie knows what they're talking about, she thought. "Sophie, do you have any idea what everyone is talking about today? It feels like there's a funeral everywhere we go," she said, pushing away her food. "Did something happen that I'm not aware of?"
 
Marie was in her usual spot at lunchtime, camping in one of the more secluded hallways with her friends as they set up Marie's little potions black market. If you needed something, odds were likely that she and her fire and water friends had made it already, and were willing to sell it to you for a price. She knew the teachers disapproved, but that's what made the whole thing exciting to her, the danger of defying authority. It was certainly a lot better than this boring secluded school life could offer.

Hayato sat by himself in the lunchroom. Not on purpose, he was just so lost in his own thoughts that he randomly chose a seat that had no one around. It had been an odd week for him, he'd come into the ceremony expecting to be the star of the show, but left feeling upstaged by the fire gifted and ignored by the rest of the student body. His confidence had taken a hit, and he didn't really have the courage to approach anyone anymore. As he came out of his thoughts realizing he was sitting alone, he felt too embarrassed to even move from his spot, so he just sat there, eating his lunch and praying that someone would come and talk to him.
 
Vivian hadn't noticed that the week had past so quickly, the first weeks always did in her mind. Briskly walking through the halls, fully focused on what she needed to, Vivian went to go practice her gift. Usually using the extra free time during lunch to do so, she had often missed the chance to eat, and today was no different. Ironically so due to the fact that the path she took to her practice space was through the lunchroom and adjoining courtyard to the Forests.

This day however, in the courtyard nearing the forests, Vivian spotted the girl that was assigned to be her Roommate, that fresh declaree of Clairvoyance. She was a quite girl, very unassuming to her, yet the thought of that girl angered Vivian to no end. She was easy to spot, her Robes gave it away. Taking the pathway that led closer to the girl Vivian quickly focused the air beneath her feet to quietly lift her above the ground. The Girls attention was facing away from Vivian, so she picked up the pace as she silently moved forward. Her eyes piercing as she focused on the girl, creeping ever closer to her.

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Heinrich loved lunchtime, as the school had fantastic chefs who cooked massive quantities of Gourmet foods. Heinrich could smell the aromas coming from the Lunchroom, and suddenly the heavenly smell of roasted port filled his nostrils, sending him into an almost runners pace. Quickly entering the lunchroom he spotted the carving station, and sure enough, there was the pig beautifully spit roasted and glazed with some sort of delicious looking gravy, making his mouth water slightly. Careful as to not knock into anyone on his way to the station he noticed a kid sitting alone, Heinrich remembered his performance at the Ceremony. Hayato Somthingorother, the kid with the sick break-dance moves, a Wind gifted if he had remembered correctly. He quickly sat in the chair next to him, smiling "Hey, hey. Your Hayato right? You did that Crazy break-dancing stuff right?" Heinrich totally oblivious to social etiquette continued "Man, that was some wild moves you had, your totally gonna have to show me how to do them."
 
The first week had flown by, Ishade could tell you that much, at least for him. His social skill, however, hadnt improved. He was a transfer student who didnt talk to anybody that wasn't in his class, or that was his roomate, which was Hayato's case.

He had just finished reading the news, and it sounded worryiny enough to be worth of some human interaction... at lunch time, his loner attitude died a bit, be it because he was hungry or because of other reasons unknown to him.
When he spotted Hayato he was alone, but soon another student who he didn't know, joined him, and it made Ishade a bit uneasy. With caution, he approached their table. "Hello... mind if I sit here with you?" He asked, smiling a bit.
 
Klaus had been with his head in the clouds all day. It was the first week and he hadn't got around to make his focusing potions yet. Big mistake, but he'd get some anyways, just in case. Hovering around over the floor like he always did to move faster, practically skating on the air, something he was particularly fond of doing, he walked all the way towards Mairie's little marketplace. He wasn't a usual client, and he wouldn't be anyways because he'd start making his own potions soon enough. But for now...
"Hey there, got any focusing potions for me?" He said, landing before he could run into somebody, newspaper under his arm. He was aware of the news... it was unnerving and dangerous, for several reasons. That he was a teacher there, they way he'd been killed, and that he was so close. Klaus didn't know what to think, or what he could think. It was probably someone who had gona too far into hunter legends and lost his mind or some shite.
 
Maximiliano was tired, although he tried not to show it as he sat in the lunch hall, surrounded by his group. As one of the most popular kids in the grade, his group consisted of a large amount of people. While this was great and all, he often found himself envying Monique's tight knit group as he found that he had very few actual friends in this group that dominated the Lunchroom.

After laughing at some joke that was told towards him that he only barely caught the end of, he was forced to stifle a yawn. He wanted to see Monique as the two hadn't seen much of each other over the past week. But most of all he wanted a nap.

The fire Mage (how happy he was to finally have that cloak, God knows he's earned it from the amount of effort he went through) had been getting up before the crack of dawn in the morning recently, sneaking out of his dorm and down to the lake outside to practice with his abilities. He would train for gruelling hours until an hour or two was left before class began, making his way back up, using is skill to keep him unseen, to get some last minute sleep in.

Of course, this did mean that he was somewhat permanently tired but, over the past week he had made more progress than he expected and, if given maybe even a single month and a bit, would be able to add more to his illusions than just light. He was looking forward to it.

But mostly he wanted out of here, Monique and a damn nap.
 
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Sinclair stepped on the school grounds. The mage had been sick for an entire month. That's what he gets for messing around with a bunch of farm animals and not washing his hands. The bloody dumbass.

Anyways, was sick for a month, and missed three weeks of school. He didn't think he was going to pass.

"Well...HELLO ALTSOBA!!!" yelled Sinclair, as there was nobody around him. Damn how he had missed this place over the summer. The fauna mage couldn't help but be excited for this year, he was finally a declared mage, even though he had missed the ceremony...

A small peice of doubt crawled into Sinclair's thoughts. "Oh shit, I really hope they don't hold that against me..." he mumbled. Sinclair was already awkward around other people, imagine what would happen if he got held back, again.

"shit..." with his head down, and expecting the worst, Sinclair made his way into the school.
 
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