BALDERDASH


"Oh," poking at the strange flowers that grew near the pavement, Rubick smiled to himself; absolutely amused at the bright-pink petals that glimmered due to sunlight "Please refrain from touching the flora," accompanied by the clearing of his throat, Darchrow stated rather nonchalantly "Ah, yes. Sorry," smiling nervously at the other, the raven haired student quickly resumed walking behind the two elders.

Gesturing his hand to the right, which Rubick had noticed was actually gloved, Darchrow continued to speak in his deadpan voice "To your immediate right is the entrance field," lazy pink orbs fluttered around slowly "And to your left is the botanical garden," completely ignoring his words, Rubick found it more interesting to observe the various students doing their businesses at the entrance field.

From his point of view, it was a rather spacious looking place; with benches under the shade of large trees near the field's edges. Students, and professors (he assumed), ran around frantically "Heh," snickering at the thought of a professor running late for class amused him. Some students lounged about at the benches or under the tree itself. What amused him the most was this one person, who was clad in aquamarine clothes and was going around pushing, slapping, and just outright disturbing the others.

Some students didn't seem to care, some were dexterous enough to dodge his incoming assault, while some tried to chase after him; to no avail, mind. His matching colored roller-skates greatly increased his mobility "Pft," snickering to himself, Rubick would be absolutely delighted to meet that person these coming days "Ahem," bumping into Darchrow, the raven haired student smiled nervously, looking upward.

"Sorry,"was all that Rubick could muster, the elder's pink eyes contrasted heavily to his dark-violet hair. Could people even have pink eyes? "We have reached the faculty of Sciences," clearing his throat again, Darchrow opened one door and gestured his arm inwards, prompting Rubick to go inside "I trust you'll be able to go back on your own?" raising a brow lazily at his contemporary, Ezalor nodded in answer "Oh, don't worry about me," smiling, the kindly elder turned around "Just be sure to make Rubick feel comfortable,"

Fishing for a piece of paper inside of his breast pocket, the elder stepped inside "You are- were a graduating Physics major," nodding happily, Rubick beamed "I've been studying quite well for the past few months while I was expelled," slightly pumping his chest out in pride "I may even be valedictorian at the end of the year," a ghost of a smile crept up Darchrow's face; which Rubick found to be very, very, very creepy.

"I suppose you'll get along well with your Physics professor, then," tucking the paper inside his breast pocket, the elder moved onwards, wordlessly prompting the student to follow him. The hall was rather spacious, with a few rows of lockers standing symmetrically at certain points between the rooms. Each room had numbers on top of their door frames "These are the classrooms," Darchrow's nonchalant voice rang through the empty halls "Upstairs are the laboratories and the faculty room,"

Climbing up the stairs at the end of hall, the elder stole a glance at his wristwatch "Your first class is about halfway through," stating that ever so nonchalantly, Rubick could feel his mouth opening a bit. He could've sworn he wasn't that late. About to speak, he was silenced when the elder had beat him to it "Your paperwork, forms, and everything else are at the faculty room," making a shooing motion with his hand, Darchrow ascended the stairs "Just take them from Professor Boush when you have the time,"

"Your first class is at room number four," out of eyeshot but not out of earshot, the elder continued to communicate with Rubick. A good half-minute of silence passed before Rubick sighed in relief. That guy really gave him the creeps. He wasn't intimidating like Nessage or whatever his name was; he gave off an aura of uncertainty, like a black hole.

Easily finding room number 'four', the raven haired student gulped audibly. What would his professors be like? His peers? He most certainly hoped they weren't like Dark Crow. Hesitantly retracting his hand from the door, he inhaled deeply, steeling himself. Giving the door a soft knock, he opened it and hoped he wasn't interrupting anything important.

In almost an instant, all eyes within the room fell upon him. Glancing around the room for a good second or two, he surmised that the professor was the one who stood in front, who was looking at him rather curiously. Well, at least that's what he looked like he was doing.

"Yes?" the professor's messy brownish-red hair completely covered his eyes, sharp canines shone when he opened his mouth. He was wearing a red and black shirt with brown pants, with a lab coat over it. What really took his attention was the necklace made of sharp teeth.

"I'm, err, Rubick," the raven haired student started "The new student," the professor looked at him for a few seconds before smiling, showcasing his sharp canines "Ah, yes," gesturing towards the class, he nodded "Please do find a seat, this is simply an orientation," smiling at himself, Rubick couldn't believe how smoothly that went. Sitting next to a small blond student who was tinkering with something, Rubick slightly slouched in his chair.

"For the newcomer's sake, I will re-introduce myself," the professor fished for a marker from his coat's pockets "I am professor Strygwyr," writing his name on the board, Rubick furrowed his brows. And he thought Nassage, Dark Crow, and Ezalor's names were weird "I will be your Biology professor for this and the coming semester," continuing with the introduction, Rubick couldn't help but divert his attention from the professor due to the noise his seatmate was making.

The blond beside him was constructing something. Tongue sticking out and determination clear on his face; Rubick couldn't help but observe the product. It had screws and wires everywhere, the screws were jutting outward, kind of making it look like a spiked mine.

Accidentally moving one of the wires using his screwdriver, the blond's eyes widened in fear, which highly confused Rubick-

Understanding well what that fear meant, Rubick felt a warm rush of air pass through him as smoke smothered his senses. Waving at the air in front of him while coughing, the raven haired student blinked his eyes a few times, trying to get a clear look at what had happened to his seatmate. As the smoke cleared, he saw that everyone inside the room had been coughing and hacking like him.

His seatmate's seat was nowhere to be found, and said person was sitting on the ground; in the middle of the charred tiles. Coughing a puff of smoke, the blond blinked owlishly a few times, as if contemplating what had just happened. Furrowing his brows, Rubick was about to ask if the blond was alright when a voice cut through the relative silence.

"Woo! Way to go, bro!" someone cheered from the back of the room, earning a groan from the blond "Shaddup," speaking through grit teeth, he stood up and wiped the black residue off his face "Way to mess up, bro," the voice from the back of the room continued to tease, increasing the irritation of the blond.

"Squee," sounding almost like a growl, professor Strygwyr sighed in exasperation "Principal Smith's office; now," furrowing his brows, Squee, the blond, was about to speak when the professor had literally growled at him "Bring Spleen and Spoon along with you," pinching the bridge of his noise, Strygwyr sighed in disbelief.

After the three had exited the room, the brunet shook his head "I'm sorry, class. I'm going to have to cancel the rest of this orientation," a mixed sound of cheering and disappointment rang through the room "I'm going to have this room cleaned and fixed; kindly go to your next class," as the room emptied, Rubick couldn't help but chuckle.

"Are they going to be expelled?" asking no one in particular, Rubick smiled at the charred floor tiles. Strygwyr raised a brow curiously; at least that's what he looked like he was doing "Who? The Techies?" instead of answering his question, the professor had added another "Techies?" snorting, Strygwyr shook his head "That's what their classmates call them; it's even spread to the staff,"

Nodding knowingly, Rubick was still awaiting an answer to his first question "Don't worry; they won't be expelled," now it was Rubick's turn to do the brow raising "At most they'll get a verbal reprimand; they've done far worse," chuckling, the professor's shoulders relaxed "I suggest you get going, you don't want to be late for your next class,"

Leaving the room, Rubick fished out a paper from inside his pant pocket. A schedule he made himself just the night before. Looks like his next class was just next door; room five. Absolutely amused at the 'Techies', he couldn't help but smile to himself.

"I'm going to like it here,"