Here's a new story! I'll try to update often, and it should be pretty easy considering how fun it wil be to write.

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"I want a new phone."

Michael tossed his current cellular device from hand to hand, unafraid to drop it since the case was probably strong enough to survive whatever killed the dinosaurs.

The girl sitting across from him looked up, "What?"

A loud shushing noise echoed from across the room, and the two people glanced across the room in unison. "Sorry Wong."

The bookkeeper simply rolled his eyes and let his gaze fall back to his book, which was lying open on the desk in front of him.

The girl looked back at Michael. "You know what-" she closed her book and slipped it into her bag, "-how about we go get lunch, it's about that time anyway and I'm done with my work."

The two left the library, and as soon as Michael was sure that Wong couldn't hear them, he started again, "Like I was saying, I want a new phone."

The girl squinted at the one he was currently holding, "Isn't that one good enough?"

"Yeah, but Pamela," he pressed the large button on the side of the phone and the lock screen appeared, "It's so old. All the new phone's have all these fancy new features."

"So what?" Pamela patted her bag, "Old is reliable. Just like spellbooks we use here at Kamar-Taj."

Michael gave her a pointed look, "That's not the same thing, and you know it."

Pamela furrowed her brows and gave Michael a sidelong glance, "How would you even afford that? You haven't been working a secret side-job for the mob or something, have you?"

Michael shook his head, "Nope, though I wouldn't even be that surprised at myself, but the truth is that on weekends I'll go out into the city and teach piano."

Pamela glanced up at him, "You know piano?"

"A bit, it was a required instrument in school."

"Ugh, lucky. How much do you make?"

Michael smiled, "Why, you want me for my money or something?"

Pamela gagged, "God no."

Michael suddenly stopped and sniffed the air, "What's that smell?"

"Do you think Reyansh made Puran Poli again?"

The two looked at each other and grinned before sprinting towards the kitchens.

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Michael leaned against an old fig tree, sighing and closing his eyes. "That was the best food I've ever had."

The pair sat in one of the small gardens littered around Kamar-Taj, small patches of grass with a few bushes and trees littered about. This one happened to be right next to the courtyard where Michael's next class would be, and they could already see the teacher setting up.

Pamela frowned and prodded his shoulder, "Lies, my cupcakes are the best thing in the world and you know it."

Michael wriggled away from Pamela's touch, "Face it Pam, your cupcakes taste like sh-"

"SILENCE!" She shrieked as she pushed him over. He flopped onto the soft grass and made no effort to get up.

"I stand by what I said."

Pamela huffed and moved into a crouched position. She blew a strand of black hair out of her eyes, "Yeah, well next time I make cupcakes, you aren't getting any."

Micheal sat up. "I'm not worried, you're just helping me maintain my gorgeous figure." He struck a model-esque pose, sticking his hands up in the air and making a kissy face.

Pamela picked up a clump of loose grass and threw it at him, "You're gross."

Micheal brushed grass and dirt off of his robes before standing. He reached down and picked up the food basket. He held out the basket to the still-sitting Pamela, "Hey, can you take this back to the pantry, I've got class in a few minutes."

Pamela stood and took the basket from his outstreched hand, "Sure, I don't really have anything else to do for the rest of the day except read anyway."

"Blegh," Micheal stuck a finger in his mouth, "How can you stand reading? It's so boring!"

Pamela sighed and shook her head, "I'm not even gonna' start that argument now dude. You just wouldn't understand."

"I guess not." Micheal glanced over at on of the staircases leading down onto the cobblestone courtyard. A few students, all dressed in similar, pale colored robes, were trickling down the stairs. "Well I better get going."

"Yeah, alright, hey, thanks for having lunch with me."

"No problem, plus, I really just came for the Puran Poli."

Pamela smiled, "Yeah, whatever. See you later Micheal!"

"Later Pam!"

With that, Michael turned and headed over to the teacher, hoping to get a few pointers before class.