Thursday is Magical Species. I'm really looking forward to this. We wildseed juniors have now been walking around in the magical world for two years knowing next to nothing about its inhabitants. Seems rather dangerous if you ask me. I'm sitting on the front row with Ellen at the desk next to me. It is only in Professor Moor's classes that I do this. I don't do it in Heironymous' classes for the obvious reasons, being how awkward it would be, among other things. In Professor Ante's classes, it's simply not possible even if I wanted to since his fans are quick to take those seats. I actually really like Professor Moor because she's so very down to earth. She looks about 28 though it's hard to tell with how one can slow the aging process with green magic. Her slightly curly light ash brown hair is always up in some kind of bun and she only wears a minimal amount of makeup. Any time I've seen her she always has this elegant relaxed air around her like nothing could make her loose her composure. I sit up straight as I hear her short high heels walking over the classroom floor. As she get to her desk and turns to us a calm atmosphere envelopes the classroom. I've often wondered if this is some magical thing or if it's just the natural reaction to being around her.

"Welcome back everyone. I hope you all had a fun vacation. This year you will be learning about the different magical species, their individual customs and traditions, and how to act appropriately with every species. I know you've already learned about the spivak pronouns but just so we are sure everyone can use them properly we will review them again,"

She leans against the front of her desk and starts reciting the pronouns. We use the next ten minutes practicing them in pairs. After this, Professor Moor tells us to turn to page 20 in our books, which is about brownies. Apparently, they are small creatures about ten centimetres high with short brown curly hair. They'll live in houses and help with small tasks at night, when nobody is watching. Usually those living in the house will then give the brownies small gifts of food.

By the end of class, I know I'll be attending this class often. Not only does it seem like we'll learn some things that are quiet important but it's also incredibly interesting. Might have something to do with the fact that as a wildseed I've heard a lot of information about different species without a way to know what's true or if the creatures were even real or made up by non-magical humans.

Friday's class goes as could be expected. Before class there is a couple of whispers about my presence there but as Hieronymous enters nobody dares to say anything further. I keep my eyes on my book until he begins speaking. As he did in magical history, he gives a speech but now about the dangers of red magic and how only simpleminded people completely rely on it. When he's done he begins explaining the next spell we are to learn. We're done with the basic spells and have begun working on more advanced versions of them. Today is the Far Speak spell and how to use it over longer distances such as when you want to speak with someone miles away.

"With enough control and mana you may be able to communicate with someone who is in another state. For anything further away you would need to draw a circle with the correct symbols and use the appropriate incantation," Heironymous continues.

Just like on Monday I'm completely drained after class. I am definitely not taking any of Hieronymous' classes next week. As I step out of the classroom, I see Catherine Sullivan standing in the hall with her little minions, probably just having finished her own class. It might not be the kindest description of them but it's still true. Catherine has been a thorn in my side for some time now. It seems with Angela's graduation Catherine has taken her place as the ever-popular annoying snob. She's from some rich magical family which can apparently be traced back to some elves or something. From what I've been told all magical families can be traced back to some magical creature but mixing with humans has made the lineage weaker to the point where one can't always tell the ancestry by looking at a wizard. Today Catherine's mahogany brown hair is hanging loose reaching to just past her shoulders though the big wavy curls makes it seem shorter than it actually is. She has that model look with her high cheekbones, fair skin and big brown eyes. Of cause, she is a butterfly and a junior too.

As I'm considering my options in avoiding talking to her she turns around and looks straight at me and I know that I am not going to get around dealing with her today. As I try to walk past, she steps in front of me.

"Isla, I see you've been in Professor Grabiners class. I heard you were in his class on Monday as well," she has this nasty smile plastered on her face that is all fake friendliness.

"So?" yeah, I'm real good at this teenage bantering, I know.

"I just find it curious that it is only the first week after summer vacation and you have already been to two of his classes. Some might think you're still chasing after a man who clearly not interested" a devil's smile now on her face

Ouch. Yeah, that one stung. I'm still bruised after everything that has happened and Hieronymous completely ignoring me has not helped.

"Clearly some people are quite bored if, which classes I'm taking is the most entertaining thing they can talk about,"

She then smiles at me like I'm some pathetic creature "Oh, but it is quite troublesome when a girl can't accept that she is unwanted," she lets out a small giggle.

I'm about to give her my opinion on what I think of girls who meddles in other people's business when I hear a voice behind me.

"As interesting as Miss Murray's emotional affairs might be, you are all blocking the hallway. I am sure there is somewhere else you and your friends should be Miss Sullivan," Heironymous says with some annoyance in his voice.

By this point, he is standing next to me. I don't look at him but focus ahead of me on Catherine who just smiles at him sweetly.

"Yes Sir," she smiles condescendingly at me one last time before turning to leave with her followers.

"You should quickly return to your dorm as well Miss Murray," I can feel his eyes on me now.

I quickly glance up at him before looking ahead again "Yes Sir," and with that, I begin walking away at a brisk pace.

As I get outside, I stop to reconsider where I'm going. I was going to go back to my room but I know Virginia and Ellen will be there ready to ask me about class and I just don't want to deal with that yet so I go down the paths in the forested area around the school. When they end, I keep going until I get to a small clearing. I lie down in the grass with my books next to me looking up at the sky. It's still quite warm and there is barely any wind. A part of me wants to overanalyse what just happened and believe he came out to help me but it's more likely that he was just trying to clear the hallway. I feel the tiredness taking me over and I start dozing off. I fall asleep just as confused by the bad tempered professor as I've always been.


I'm sorry if it feels quite slow here in the beginning but there is so many new things I need to introduce before I can get the story truly going. I hope you find the world building interesting at least. It always bothered me that we weren't told much in that regard in the game so I'm making that a focus in my story. I hope you like the chapter.