Minor errors, I had a wrong number in my OC's EXP, so I've fixed that for this chapter, plus I've changed out the word "Title" for "Class" and made the thing under his name the "Title".
Other than these small notes, I hope you guys enjoy this jolly little mess. Until the end, that's all I gotta say. - Curtains
After a hard stumble into a wall, Nat grunted loudly. He wasn't very audible due to the sound of a feminine yelp or the rustle of papers, but he definitely made a noise on impact. He was almost dazed, in fact, noting that a small, red [-5] had appeared in his vision and faded in a moment. Damage? From running into a wall? The fuck? Then again… full tilt Nathayre did usually get a lot of force behind him.
Still, he sat up from his new spot half-way sitting down and checked into whomever he collided with, seemingly a young woman. When he turned to look at her, lying on the ground with one hand firmly holding her skirt down, he blushed in embarrassment. He had knocked over a really pretty young woman.
Chestnut brown hair was sat pulled back in a side pony-tail, long and elegant. Light, almost pale skin stood out amongst her black and green uniform, almost flawless barring a few small freckles to the side of her left eye, ones he barely noticed due to her eyes themselves. They were gorgeous and, for a moment, he understood why girls tended to mention his own. This girls eyes shone, and not in the way that meant they were a light colour. No, they shone because of the sheer detail. Every line was a different, interweaved shade of indescribable, beautiful green. If Nathayre was aquamarine, this woman was peridot.
"Well done, arsehole." Even her voice was beautiful. It was light, almost airy, but still held an edge to it… he could only describe it as like some sort of sylph. It was almost like he was speaking to the wind. Her accent was 'proper', marking her as a topside Londoner, likely middle-upper class. "I… shut up!" The boy couldn't help but respond, face red like a burn. "Well? Are you going to do something about the mess or do I have to sort it on my own?" She questioned rhetorically, getting him to fall silent.
Still, being the respectable member of society that he was, he moved over to help with the cluster of papers that surrounded the two of them. One had almost slid under a locker, but he grabbed it as he stumbled an apology out. "I-I… sorry about that. I'm late and I wasn't looking where I was going and if you want, I'll pay you back someho-" He was cut off with a sudden, blunt reply. "Shut up." The girl cut him off. "You're doing something, which is more than enough… sorry about snapping." The young woman finally said to him, her own face red, sorting out the pile of papers by tapping them against the floor.
Still, Nathayre had grown up being taught to always pay people back for accidents, so he spoke once more, his own voice suddenly feeling so improper, like he was a peasant talking to nobility. "Please, miss… I insist. Let me like… uh…" The teen stopped for a minute, staring at the clock above the lockers next to them, the red ring ticking away. He only had three minutes. "I'll talk to you at lunch- hell, I'll pay for your lunch but I gotta go!" He said, placing the papers he was holding on top of the ones in her hands before starting to walk away.
He heard her last response, confused and almost indignant. "You don't even know my name!" Nathayre couldn't help his grin as he turned over his shoulder, peeking above her head for a moment. "Sure I do…" He paused for dramatic effect. "Mara." He spoke in an oddly show-off-ish tone, before starting his light run once more, leaving a baffled girl behind.
[Mara Wicker]
[Flickering Amongst the Smoke-Stacks]
After leaving around another corner of the almost labyrinthine academy building, Nat finally acknowledged the notifications that had been piling up while he spoke to the girl… he did idly think about her eyes for a moment too, but he was a little busy with getting to class, so he skimmed the messages and kept on his way.
[Your deft hands and quick movements have earned you +1 DEX]
[Your willingness to help and personable nature have earned you +1 CHA]
[Withstanding physical harm has earned you the [Physical Damage Resistance] Skill]
[Your response has netted you a total of +75 Reputation with Mara Wicker {+}]
Those oughta be useful and it turned out to be one of those games that let you develop stats naturally, like Skyrim or Kingdom Come. That was good to know and hopefully went towards that quest of his. Still, he managed to throw himself around one more corner and through the third doorway on his left, just as his teacher was reading out the register.
Mr Connal Coronello was a strange man, old but also inhumanly athletic for someone so frail and thin. The man had played it off as a mix of body-enhancement techniques and advanced rune-work, but there were limits to Magic that he seemed to just ignore. Appearance-wise, he seemed like a respectable librarian type. A yellow, woollen sweater that, just like the schools uniform, lacked sleeves, a white shirt, black trousers and some nice dress shoes. Aged, fair skin complete with distinct wrinkling and short, grey hair that was combed back like he was from the nineteen fifties. In fact, if anything, the man was just 'the nineteen fifties' given life, and, although he was an adult back in those days, he seemed no older than fifty-five.
Voice-wise and speech-wise the man was a whirlwind. His voice fluctuated between normal and light in its sound, though it was never harsh until someone was in trouble, and he spoke quickly, smoothly and his words flowed. It was so strange to hear him, but by his sixth year, Nathayre was used to the man's antics. Plus, the Northern Irish accent was just so… yes. It sounded so right in the boy's mind.
"Ah, Mr Grey, looks like you've finally decided to join us." The man teased, gesturing to the seats around the lecture hall, though Nat spent a moment looking at the knitted, criss-cross pattern of his jumper. Only a total of eight students were in the room, seeing as there were a total of four classes of people in the sixth year, a total of around thirty-five teenagers. Nathayre was 6-B himself, so he was with only a few others. He was number nine here, the last to arrive. "Sorry, Mr Coronello, I was tidying up my room." The boy lied, the excuse hopefully enough for the man, though Nat took his chance to peak above the man's head.
[Connal Coronello]
[Passing Knowledge, The Highest Honour]
Apparently, it was, because all he did was nod and usher him up to the seats of the lecture halls to sit down, which Nat did, over by a window… he forgot to open his curtains. Brilliant. Now some people were liable to think he slept in again. Still, he got to his usual desk and sat his bag down on the seat next to him. Books were all in there, alongside a hairbrush and some deodorant. Oak and leather scent, he idly remembered. Still, his hair was wet, so he couldn't groom himself right now. All he did was grab his textbook, notepad and his pen. A blue, erasable ball-point.
[Quest Complete]
Don't Be Late!
Objective 1: Get to your first class without missing registration.
Bonus Objective: Have no accidents along the way.
Reward 1: 50 Exp, 10 Pounds, 10 Reputation with [Wing Bind Academy]
Bonus Reward: 50 Exp, 15 Pound, 15 Reputation with [Wing Bind Academy]
Bonus Objective Failure Conditions: Random Encounter
Apparently colliding with a wall and helping a girl after knocking her over was a Random Encounter. Still… making a pretty girl like him a little more versus making the school like him more, Exp and money? Meh, he'd feel like a douche if he didn't help her out when he was done. He did notice that plus earlier and… well, he focused for a moment and got the result he was after.
[Your response has netted you a total of +75 Reputation with Mara Wicker {+}]
{Knocked her over: -50 Reputation
Helped her with her things: +50 Reputation
"Remembered" her name when she didn't know you: +50 Reputation
Apologised: +25 Reputation
Current Reputation with [Mara Wicker]: Neutral: 250/500 }
Well. Damn. He had made her like him more than before they had collided, just by paying attention and being considerate. That was pretty nice but left a question in the teen's mind. What was Reputation? He chose to try and ask the game. "Reputation." He whispered as subtly as he could. A window opened, as did his jotter and textbook, ready for note-taking. Notes on the lesson, not the Reputation menu.
[Reputation]
Enemies - Hated - Disliked - Neutral - Friendly - Honoured - Exalted
The significance of actions varies based on when they happened. Recent events mean more to most people than those in the past.
Individuals
Daniel Macavoy - Friendly - 300/1000 {+}
Michael Dervish - Friendly - 275/1000 {+}
Mara Wicker - Neutral - 275/500 {+}
Groups
Front London - Neutral - 0/500 {+}
Reverse London - Neutral - 100/500 {+}
Wing Bind - Neutral - 250/500 {+}
Wing Bind Academy - Friendly - 175/1000 {+}
That was… that was… just, damn. Dan and Michael were on the list, obviously. They were best bro's, had been since orientation day in their first year… and the girl from earlier. Had her score gone up? He could have sworn it was only 250 before class. He quickly checked the drop-down box and couldn't help but blush.
Mara Wicker - Neutral - 275/500 {+}
{Knocked her over: -50
Helped her with her things: +50
"Remembered" her name when she didn't know you: +50
Apologised: +25
Thinks you have pretty eyes: +25}
What was with girls and loving his eyes? Yeah, they were 'really blue.' So fucking what!? The boy just sighed, took a peek at the fact that he had reputations for groups and nodded. Seemed about right? He wasn't massively popular, but he did get an occasional 'Alright Nat?' from both staff and pupils.
A sudden voice cut into Nathayre's musings, causing him to look upwards with wide eyes and a slightly panicked twitch. "Wh-" He managed to get out before Mr Coronello repeated what he had said. He was just the tiniest bit flustered, enough that he slipped and mispronounced a 'th' sound. "For the t'ird time Mr Grey, what is the Ajax Principle?" The man asked, putting deliberate emphasis on the boy's name.
Shit. What is the Ajax Principle… the boy took a second to stall. "Uhh… that's the one about Mana Particle capacity, right?" He asked, getting a slow nod, then a tilt of the head. "On the right track, Nat." His teacher encouraged. This was a fairly normal thing for Mr Coronello. He wouldn't tell you you were wrong, just nudge you in the right direction until you were definitely right. So Nathayre pushed on, taking on a slightly more confident and relaxed stance.
"The Mana Particle count of a rune or spell cannot surpass the total Mana Particle count of the surrounding area…" The youth spoke, straightening up. The man nodded but still seemed to want more. In fact, the old Wizard was nearly mouthing something… 'clause.' The boy quickly finished what the man meant. "Unless the Runic circuit contains a Mana storage matrix." Nat finally got to breathe a sigh of relief when the man turned away, looking to the rest of the class.
"That's right, Mr Grey. And while it might be obvious that you cannot harness external energy that isn't present, this also applies to Mana supplied by our own bodies and minds." He went on to explain, continuing after stopping by his desk to pick up a mug, one which he sipped. It was coffee, and whenever Nathayre saw the item, he couldn't help but wrinkle his nose up. It always made him notice the smell of coffee in the air. "Meaning that you might not be able to supply Mana to a spell if the surroundings do not have enough Mana. This is why Dragons that possess powerful Magic are often bound using high-capacity spells such as Supernal Jail." He took a sip of his drink once more before finishing his point. "To cripple an opponents spellcasting ability, you must be willing to sacrifice your own. If all the Mana Particles in an area are used up, Magic becomes all but unusable."
[Listening to a lecture delivered by an expert on the subject has earned you +1 INT]
Okay, one; free stats. Two; holy shit Mr Coronello was so good at delivering cool speeches and life advice like it was nothing. Nathayre, honestly, got distracted by the lesson after that, too busy listening to the specifics on exactly why Mana storage matrices could seemingly ignore the rule. Due to the 'Delsar Paradox', they were considered separate 'areas' by the laws of reality. They simply didn't count. Vincent Delsar, the man who discovered this fact, was unable to even put a theory as to why. It was quickly classified as one of the Great Mysteries of Magic.
Quickly enough, however, the bell rang and Nat found himself standing back up and trundling along to his next class, just around the corner this time. It was Runework and… honestly, Nathayre was pretty good at it. So he wandered into the Runework lab, hung his bag and jacket up at the back alongside the other members of his class. Three boys, five girls, and him. Then, once he was done, he went over to his station and put on the usual safety equipment. Goggles and gloves, plus he tucked his hair back into his shirt.
Then came the teacher.
Runic Andrew Grimm wasn't just an impressive man like most teachers were in WBA. He was a living legend in Reverse London, renowned for being the first Magus born in centuries with the coveted 'Runesight.' He could read Runes as well as he could read words, understanding them implicitly and was often considered to be the second-best Runeworker in the world.
He looked about as average as one could look, to be honest. Short, brown hair, unremarkable features, fair skin, hazel eyes. Nothing special, even in build. In fact, he was built about the same as Nathayre was; the thinner side of average, bang on average height. His clothes were worn casually, the same white shirt/black jeans combo that most male students wore, boots too, though his sweater was a dark grey, not green. His tattoos were prevalent too, making him stand out more, coiling spirals and angular lines connecting all up his arms, visible due to the sleeves of his shirt being rolled up. "Morning people." He spoke, relaxed and casual. If Nat didn't know his name, he'd likely think he was a student. The man was only a few years older than his class, after all. He spoke quite normally too. He was Oxfordshire English, Nat picked up, but his voice was about as average as it could be. Overall, a remarkable man wrapped up in an unremarkable package.
"Tablets out everyone, then I'll check your tools, same as always." He started, pulling his own goggles on, then gloves. They were far finer than the student's with more runework and protections, likely made by the man himself. Nat prepper for the usual warning that followed his start to the lesson. "If anyone powers up their station's containment aegis before they're clear to begin or even considers marking their tablet without permission, you'll be out the Academy in an instant." The man sounded serious, about as serious as he got, but that was because he was legally required to state that exact warning at the start of every lesson, every day, every class.
Nathayre, thankfully, was only fourth in line, since most of the class' surname's started with letters that sat in the latter half of the alphabet, so he was cleared to begin with a simple. "Right, go ahead." From Mr Grimm. Nat took the time the man spent at his desk to take a peek at his title.
[R. Andrew Grimm]
[Fairy Tales, Found Written In The Walls]
And then he was left to the usual. He had a dummy tablet to do practice strokes and engravings, then his live one for testing, plus his jotter for any calculations. For now, the class were working on the last few runes that Magi learned at the academy. While the first through third years spent their time learning conjoining runes and shifting, plus most of the calculations, fourth through sixth got to learn more advanced practical runes. They had chosen to study the subject for three extra years, so they got the fun stuff. Nathayre was currently stuck on the penultimate rune of the course. After learning the [Itero] Rune, 'Repetition', he was basically on a clear path to learn the oh so useful [Projectilis] Rune, 'Projectile'.
But for now, he continued to carve [Itero] a couple of dozen times, changing the engravings in a few spots, quickly calculating the correct angles in his jotter and then measuring the correct distances with a ruler he had grabbed. Then, a message came up.
[Skill [Runework] has levelled up: Level: 6 - Level: 7]
And suddenly, he realised what was wrong. The angle of the spiral wasn't the issue, it was the angle he was holding his chisel with. Of course, it wasn't a chisel used with a hammer. It was much more like a scalpel, but they were called chisels anyway. So he shifted his hand and tried a couple more times to write out an [Itero] Rune. And it looked right. Then, he realised that he had skills. He didn't even wait a moment to whisper the word. "Skills." A small, orange menu opened this time, containing a list of names.
[Gamer's Mind]
[Gamer's Body]
[Basic Magus Pistol Training - Level: 7 - Exp: 23.54%]
[Basic Magic Control - Level: 4 - Exp: 87.33%]
[Basic Wyvern Unarmed Style - Level:6 - Exp: 46.77%]
[Sewing - Level: 10 - Exp: 99.38%]
[Runework - Level: 7 - Exp: 3.4%]
[Physical Damage Resistance - Level: 1 - Exp: 01.38%]
That was… kind of pathetic. Was a sixth year Cadet usually this weak? And what was with the Gamer's Mind and Gamer's Body? He tapped the skills he didn't recognise and sighed.
[Gamer's Mind]
[Special] [Permanent] [Passive]
As [The Gamer], you are rendered immune to severe panic and madness.
Immunity to mental disorder.
Immunity to severe panic.
This explained the lack of panic at the very least... but how deep did this run? Honestly, the longer Nathayre looked at it, the less he liked thinking about the skill, so he moved on to check the other.
[Gamer's Body]
[Special] [Permanent] [Passive]
As [The Gamer], you are able to live your life as a video game.
Your body acts like that of a video game character.
You may sleep to restore your HP, MP, SP, and remove status effects.
There they were, the 'special' abilities that made him… The Gamer. He reached over to open up Runework for now, deciding to check all the rest later. He was in his Runework class, so it'd probably be a good idea to check out how the skill worked. It was relevant damnit!
[Runework - Level: 7 - Exp: 3.4%]
[Magic] [Art] [Crafting] [Noncombat]
The art of engraving interweaved with Magic Control, Runework is often seen as the most impressive art a Magus can learn. It is also, by far, the most difficult. While a true Runic is able to carve impossibly complex mechanisms into a proportionately tiny amount of space with nothing but magic, most practitioners use Engraving Chisels on standardised tablets to create basic storage or combat Runes.
Allows for the creation of Rune Tablets.
Allows for the use of Runes that require up to level [7].
Allows for the use of Recipes that require up to level [7].
Requires: Various, always a valid surface and a tool/technique adequate enough to carve the surface in question.
Recipes, eh? So it was gonna be one of those games? Still, level seven felt too little for a skill he'd been working on and off for five years, though he was likely overestimating either himself or the scale of the game. Perhaps the game considered things far greater than the limits of Wing Bind's knowledge; though it certainly considered things beyond the limits of Wing Bind Academy's curriculum.
[Astute observations and accurate deductions have granted you +1 WIS]
Did that mean he was right? Nathayre decided that it was likely better to just get on with class because these menus were almost definitely going to give him a headache at this rate. He continued his sketching, continued his markings, and then, after a moments work, recreated a finished Runic formula on his active slate. His practice one was made of real slate, the type of stone. The active, or 'live', slate was made of quartzite, however, a highly metamorphosed form of sandstone. To skip the nerdy geology talk, the high quartz content, with quartz being the main constituent, allowed for the material to better contain Mana.
That was a whole other thing, the relationship between Mana Particles and crystal structures, but the main thing was that since Mana Particles were incredibly similar to ultraviolet photons, they reflected through crystal structures well.
Needless to say, it was obvious why a nerd like Nathayre would enjoy the Runework subject. Fancy rocks, intricate laws of storage and reflection, patterns that morphed the laws of physics, and infinite potential for progress.
So Nathayre flagged down his teacher, calling out with a simple "Sir!" to get the mans attention. The youthful Runic walked over from his desk, where he usually stood to watch the whole room, wandered past a few desks and stood over by Nat, hands on his sides. "What's up, Nat?" Casual, just like normal for the man. So the boy responded, pushing his hair out of the way of his goggles quickly. "I believe…" He drew out the word and showed the man his finished live slate. "That my [Itero] is ready. Any things to sort before I can hook it up to a [Fons] and [Causa] to test it out?" He asked, excitement dripping from his voice.
"Hmmm." The man intoned, not exactly impressed, but not disappointed. It was a functional rune, for sure, but it was inefficient and would get maybe half marks if properly submitted. For a first useable attempt, it was certainly passable. All it would do is repeat the command before it, so it would be fine. "Go with a [Lux Minor] attached to a [Mitto] to make sure it's actually doing its job and you'll be good to go ahead. Good work." The man finished, patting the boy on the back and heading over the room where he had heard another call from a student.
So Nat went about applying the ever so familiar Runes of 'Source' and 'Cause', before then applying 'Light' and 'Emit'. Next up was Sub-Runing, adding in the conjoining channels for Mana to travel through, then the final additions being a 'Lesser' Sub-Rune to his [Lux] and the simple number six, though it was written in Runic, so was actually a 5, as the language was in base 14. Runic numbers allowed for zero through thirteen to be written in single characters before having to use several runes.
Then he powered up the Aegis on his desk, a simple application of Mana allowing him to do so. It was done by touching the [Fons] Rune built into the desk, then quickly tapping the [Causa] to allow the translucent blue cube to appear over the testing section of his work-station. His hand slid through easily due to the gloves he wore, allowing him to place his slate inside, before powering it up and activating it, watching the emitter point blinking with a gentle white light. It activated every five seconds and ran for a total of thirty before the Mana died out. Another ten seconds passed, as was the general rule, then the boy disabled his protective shield and smiled.
The rest of the lesson was, comparatively, boring. It was a simple report on the experiment, notes for improvement, emissions, ratings, the stuff he didn't like about the subject but had to do anyway. Then, finally, the bell rang and Nathayre found himself tidied up and heading towards the lunch hall.
The building of the Wing Bind Academy was an old lord's house, split into a few sections. Main North, Main South, East Wing, West Wing. The wings were dorms, East for the girls, West for the boys. The main building, however, was split into two. Classrooms on the North side, other facilities on the South side. Lunch hall, swimming pool, firing range, sparring rings, and the gym was all on the South side of the structure.
But for now, Nat had caught up with a certain pair of boys, ones he would never do without. They had beat him to the lunch hall since they were in history and didn't have to clean up their work-station like he did. They waved him over and Nat looked over his closest of friends, sitting at the usual table near the back.
On the left was a lanky blonde boy. Short hair, sharp features, hazel eyes, looking like some sort of punk boy-band member with his rolled-up sleeves and almost arrogant smirk of dismissal. That'd be Michael Dervish, the delinquent kid of their year. Honestly, it was a miracle that the teen was still in the school at this point, especially due to his habits that were outright banned, such as smoking. It was a surprise to see that he wasn't right now, but the lunch hall was somewhere he'd be caught in an instant.
[Michael Dervish]
[Screaming To The Sky]
Also at the table, sitting to the side of Michael, was Daniel Macavoy, or just Dan. He was a little scruffier, with a broader build and long, messy, black hair. It wasn't quite as long as Natharye's but still managed to fall over his glasses like some sort of coal curtain. Behind those black, square glasses were a set of constantly shifting, fidgeting eyes, amber in colour and never focused on what was in front of them.
[Daniel Macavoy]
[Nerves That Stand Untamed]
Most importantly, in the eyes of most people around the school, was the slight changes the boys made to the uniform. The jeans worn by Michael were ripped and had a chain hanging from the boys right pocket, connected to the back of his belt, plus the rolled-up sleeves and foregone tie added to his 'asshole' persona. On the other hand, Dan wore a long-sleeved, hooded version of the school's jumper, hiding under it most of the time, choosing to wear the proper trousers that most students swapped for jeans or skirts in the case of ladies… and Milas Merkham. That boy had the oddest habit of dressing up as a girl, but no one really minded. He was chill enough, didn't draw attention to himself. He was just a random crossdresser.
"Alright, you two?" Nat finally asked, setting his bag down by his seat and placing his elbows down on the table. "I'm fuckin' dandy," Michael responded, his voice harsher than most other students due to his unhealthy habits. His accent didn't help his stereotypicality, being Scottish. Dan, on the other hand, nodded hastily, still seeming spooked. The boy rarely spoke, just sorta flitting around the room. He did, however, push a cup over to Nat, before finally speaking. "We got your cup." He blurted out, coming out in a quick, jumbled mess. The boy's voice was light, anxious, scared even. His accent wasn't really discernable, but the boy was a Front Londoner.
It was tea. They all drank tea at first break. It was their little tradition. Nat sipped it and sighed. It was the most relaxing thing in the multiverse to the boy.
That was broken by Michael. "So… someone was late." The boy teased, causing Nat to dip his head further towards his cup. "Shut up man." He tried, but without even waiting a moment, the blonde continued. "Nah nah nah… You said you were gonna sort the whole 'late every second day' hing." The young man's accent caused him to miss out the proper pronunciation, but Nat got the point. "Yeah… I know, I was late when I said I'd stop being late… not a big deal." He tried to play it off, his eyes scraping the bottom of his mug. It was just blank white ceramic, but holding one of the school mugs was comforting in an odd way.
"It's been three weeks since Year 6 started, an' you've already broke yer promise tae no be late." The boy criticised once more, causing Nat to sigh. He decided to just do the usual, turning to face his other friend with a cheerful smile. "So, what was history like, Dan?" he asked amicably, knowing that brushing Michael off would annoy him as much as the subject annoyed Nat.
Dan, despite his shyness with most people, was comfortable enough with his friends to play along. "It was… same old same old really. We're still working on the Saeren Incident… sucks." He managed, still a little anxious, but still able to actually speak. With most others, he'd just fall silent. Nat would have replied but, then, at that moment, remembered something. "Oh fuck! Uh, I won't be here for lunch." He told his friends, calling off the joking they were doing for a moment.
"Detention?" Michael asked, sighing. "Jus' skip it." He advised with a smirk, knowing Nathayre would do no such thing. "Uh… no." Said boy managed to mumble, sipping his tea once more and letting his eyes wander the room. "I knocked someone over on the way to first period. I'm gonna buy them lunch to make up for it." He told them more firmly, getting a little more confidence together. Michael ruined it immediately. "By the lord… my boy's finally fallen in love!" He exclaimed with a grin, throwing his arms wide, much to Nat's chagrin.
"Can you not?" He asked quickly, looking pointedly at the way he was sitting with his arms out like a moron. "What do you even mean?" He asked, wondering why that was the conclusion he had come to. The blonde quickly clarified while Dan tapped away at his phone for a moment. "You've knocked dozens eh folk oer. You'd only dae this sorta 'hing for a girl." He pointed out victoriously, causing Nathayre to shake his head vigorously. "No!" He tried to insist, opening his mouth to speak again… "Fuck." He said a second later. "Fuck- no- fuck you!" He let out suddenly, realising that his friend was right.
His feet shuffled around under the table and he quickly downed the rest of his hot beverage to try and distract himself from the round of giggles he had got from both friends. "You guys are pricks." He concluded before the bell went. He didn't even get to joke with his friends for very long, as classes called out to him once more. "I'll see you guys later." He mumbled out, clearly disgruntled. "Good luck with Dragonology." He told them, heading off to Spellcraft. It was time for practical…
One of the things that Nat tended to be pretty damn good at.
God uh, this was a mess that took way too long. Sorry if the way some of the characters act is a bit mid. I hope that people who check this out review, it'd be great to get some feedback! Can't wait to get the rest of the teachers and classes introduced . This was what I got out anyway, I'll see you guys next time.
Closing the Curtains.