So You Want To Learn Cool Magic? Lesson 1

[The Helper]

Too Sexy For Your Magic?

Oh Yea. Inside the classroom, a rather young looking man, in a refined black cloak, with 'wife beater' shirt on, some cool looking shoes, and khaki pants was sitting in his chair, spellbook open in his right hand, left hand turning the pages, and his feet on his front desk. It was a quaint little classroom, with huge oakwood desks that could be seen spread out to accomodate enough moving space, a hint that the teacher might be weaving back and forth through desks to add emphasis., Three huge windows open, that were about four by six feet. A cool breeze emenating into the classroom, a nice grayish carpet floor, and some adequetly done overhead lights. "..mm... wonder how the kids will like me." was the quiet laugh as he put his feet back on the ground, reaching down, to the side of his desk, pulling out one of the drawers. Fingering through a few of the dozen of his 'Men's Magazines' he pulled out one in particular, named 'Maxim', which had a very scantly clad woman on it. Resting it on his lap, where no one who would be entering could see it, he flipped through the pages, sometimes reading, mostly staring, his eyes just half-opened, but clearly excited.

On the front of the door, there was a piece of paper, which was printed out, pristinely, clearly stating the rules and other things:

Hello! And Welcome to "You Want To Learn Cool Magic? Lesson 1". I'm your teacher, Sir Ellis Winklewood, or, as you, my students can call me, Professor, Teacher, or Mr. Winklewood. In every class, I will be teaching five spells, of various types, or following a theme. Homework will not be assigned, but chances for out-of-class 'extra credit' may be offered. I do however, have a few rules, before you enter this classroom, and they are as follows:

1. No student is allowed in here, unless they have signed the already set up waiver. There may be possible dangers in this classroom, and we are currently underfunded, so, it is a risk, I'm afraid, you'll have to take.

2. No weapons/armaments/personal weapons of possible destruction, are allowed. If you have any, please hang them up on the weapon's rack, just to the sides of the door.

3. No iPods and/or musical things to distract yourself with. I'm here to teach. If you are caught utelizing any, they will be confiscated, but probably not before I use you as an example for one of that day's spell, or a preview of one of my upcoming spells. Don't try to loophole. I'll kick your ass.

4. You are not allowed in without repeating the following in a very enthusiastic and loud voice: "I AM A SEXY BEAST!" *Raise hand in fist in air at this time* "AND I AM PROUD OF IT!" We're here to have fun, and I am not one to teach in a heavy atmosphere. If you just go to a desk and sit down, I'll escort you out, and give you an F for the day. This is also a test to see that you've read my instructions, and willing to follow through with what I say. *

*If you have an excuse, or a medical-related reason not to follow through, please go to the nurse's office and give me a slip, and I'll excuse you for the day and/or call you for an after class lesson.

5. There will be times where I will be 'silly' and I may ask you to do something idiotic. At this time, (excluding rule #4) you may reject to do so. If I decide to give you a detention anyways, you may bring it up with me, after class. Yes, this is a rule.

Failure to follow through with any of the rules, will result in two (exp) points being docked from your grade for the day, for every offense.

[Phoebe]

Phoebe walked down the halls of the Arcane Academy today was her very first class and she was a bit nervous truthfully. Her sword swung at her waist hanging from a loose belt that crossed her hips over her blue jeans and her white button down shirt.

She stepped up to the classroom door and her eyes scanned the paper she had read earlier once more. She nodded recalling having signed the waver whatever that was really for. She placed her pale delicate hand on the door and pushed it open. She knew she was fifteen minutes early. But that was Phoebe she liked to be early not punctual and she liked to sit in the back of the class.

Phoebe took her sword belt off as instructed and hung it up on the weapons rack in the back of the room her messenger bag hung off her shoulder a light orange color. She nodded at the professor.

"Good Morning Professor." she said and took a seat near the center of the room her soft voice barely carried up to him.

She sat down and began to take out her spirl and her favorite pen ready to begin notes. She knew class wouldn't start yet but she was ready for when it did. She carefully wrote her name and the date in the top right hand corner of her notebook. Setting the pen down she picked up a text book and began to read. It was a book on telekensis and it's origins and to the young red head it was fasinating.

[Austin/Aisling]

'So you want to learn cool magic?' Sounds promising, Austin and Aisling figured as they approached the notice on the front of the door, there seemed to be a lot there.

Winklewood? Are you serious? haha..what a name..

Austin! Don't be rude!

Well sorrrryy!! I would have gotten a name change, unless...*snort* he..ch-changed it to that..*laugh*

Ugh, shut up.

I betcha he's an old guy...Winklewood..

Will you get over it?!

-But hey, it's got the word 'cool' in it, it should be..cool?

Maybe, only one way to find out.

The two walked into the classroom, glancing at the teacher behind the desk. He certainly wasn't dressed like a teacher, the twins didn't need their telepathy to exchange this notion with a look. They took a seat near the girl already here. Aisling smiled amiably while Austin simply leaned back in his seat, putting his hands behind his head and his feet up on the desk.

"Hi, I'm Aisling. This is Austin.."

She said, rolling her eyes in her brother's direction in a he-has-no-social-manners sort of way.

[The Helper]

Ahh... My First Three Vict-Students!

When the door opened suddenly, he was quick to drop his 'Maxim' Magazine to the ground of his desk, straightening himself up. A glance was all he needed. That old pervert feeling began to run into him again.. fifteen minutes early. And alone? With this delicate looking girl? Nosebleed. His eyes couldn't help but travel to look over her, as she was busy bending to put her weapons up on the weapons rack, a secret reason as to why he had put it on the inside. Turning around, his did what he could, looking at his computer, clicking away, identifying her. "Good Morning Professor." My, my, my, how quiet her voice was, how gentle. And she didn't even seem to follow through with his fourth rule! Immediatly, he stood up, taking a few quick glances at his computer. Phae... or Phoebe? Eh.. it didn't say who was the soft-spoken one, or if both of them were, but it did say that Phoebe had just recently registered here. A reason for shyness, but, it could be both, or maybe Phaedra was naturally shy. Either way, he didn't know who it was. "Hello to you too." came the cool response, a little smile on his face, his eyes already fixated on her as a whole. She had already sat down, in a center desk, readying up her spiral notebook and a pen. And so well prepared! A huge turn-on!

Walking in behind her, he bent over slightly, to watch as she wrote her name so pristinely in the upper right-hand corner. A very delicate girl indeed. "My dear, forgive me if my customs seem a bit strange, as I'm still new here, from Italy, but, unless you wish to lose two (EXP) points from today's classroom activity, you're going to have to follow the fourth rule.. trusting you read it, of course?" Putting his gentle hand at the seat of her chair, he scooped her up to the ground, holding her upright, by groping her butt. His face was pointed towards the ceiling, as he gestured for her to follow his lead. "Repeat after me. "I AM A SEXY BEAST!".." Professor then thrusted his hand in a passionate fiery way, to the ceiling as he did, groping onto her soft 'seat padding' as he did. ""AND I AM PROUD OF IT!".. now you try it." Nosebleed. Nosebleed. She was soo.. soft. In truth, he expected to get slapped for this, but, all in all, it was about worth it. 'Getting to know one of his students', a custom from italy, his old mentor had taught him.

That was when the door burst open, and two students walked in, a boy and a nosebleed girl. Immediatly, he released his hand from Phae/Phoebe's hot, soft ass rear end to look at them. He didn't recognize them from the headshots. Did they sign the waiver to come into his class? Ah well, ten minutes early, still enough time for them to not be late. "Hi, I'm Aisling. This is Austin.." "Well, helo there, Austin, Aisilng" he waved at both of them, going up, taking Austin's hand, taking note of how she rolled her eyes at what appeared to be her.. fraternal twin? "..Uh... your names aren't familiar. Did you sign the waiver at the front bulletin? It's magically binding, because, some of the things we do in here could possibly dangerous.." And when I touch your sister, Austin, I don't want to get any complaints filed against me for indecency.. quickly getting out a strange pad from his pocket, he got out a pen, writing on it, tearing off one and handing it to Aisling, and writing on another one and handing it to Austin. On both of them, it read, 'Mr. Winklewood Hall Pass'. "There's still about less then ten minutes before class starts, but, if you are late, those are for just in case, if you really want to be in this class." Walking back to his desk, he remained standing, looking up Austin and Aisling on his computer database in regards to Arcane Academy. Looking up, he held up a hand before they left.

"..Read the rules next time, or I'll dock two points from your score. When you enter here, you will raise your hand up in the air and say..." Winklewood raised his right fist into the air, staring fiercely into the ceiling. "I AM A SEXY BEAST, AND I AM PROUD OF IT!!"

[Onira]

Onira jumped into the classroom, his fist already clenched to raise to the ceiling. He had read the letter, and was very happy to hear of such a class. He had a feeling it would be fun. Or... cool, as the teacher had put it.

The young man skidded to a stop on his black dress-shoes, almost in a sort of dance step. It was pretty funny to watch, and even more fun to do. Onira raised his fist high to the ceiling, saying the words loudly.

"I AM A SEXY BEAST AND I'M PROUD OF IT!!!"

With those words, Onira could already tell he was going to enjoy the class. Anything that started with those ten words had to be a good time. Especially if it consisted of Onira's high energy and a very proud teacher.

There was silence for a moment, Onira staying in the stance for a second. He liked it. It was somewhat... comfortable. Could raise your spirits so easily. Very cool. Onira suddenly let his arm drop and burst out laughing. The silence seemed to tickle him a little bit, making him feel like he needed to let the laugh out. It was his second or third day, and already he was becoming his former self again.

"HAHAHAA!!! I love this class!"

Onira suddenly ran towards a corner desk and jumped into it, hearing a slight crack as he landed.

"Oh... uhh... hello there teacher!"

[Phoebe]

Phoebe was reading her blue eyes scanned the pages in front of her as she silently awaited the class to start. She did not expect the teacher to walk up behind her much less what happened next.

The feeling of his hand scooping her up and out of the chair. The light thin pale girl was not very heavy at all. She was toned from swordsplay but she was still a very delicate girl. But his hand never left her butt and she listened to his words.

"I am very sorry sir." she said in her light shy voice. She watched what he did and swallowed. Those words weren't something that would come out of her mouth in anyone's wildest dreams yet she was a grade A student and wasn't about to let a few words take away from her average.

"I...I am a sexy beast..." she said in her light voice and raised her fist. "A..and I..I'm proud of of it." she finished and blushed bright red looking up at the teacher.

She was also blushing because his hands were groping her butt through her jeans and she had never had anyone muchless a teacher do that before. She almost sighed in relief when other students began coming in. She resumed her seat and began to read again her face still flushed.

[Phae]

Phae walked to class humming slightly under her breath. Since the whole long drawn out incident of the previous month she was definatly beginning to feel a lot more like herself. She smiled at the note having already read it and prepared to enter. She pushed open the door and smiled.

"Haha! I'm a sexy beast!" she raised her fist. "And I'm proud of it." She broke into a fit of giggles and then took stock of the class room as she placed her own sword next to Phoebe's on the weapons rack. Her mid-drift showing momentarily as she unhooked the belt from around her hips. With that gone her skirt..often seen in anime's these days.. flared out a little as she and her tank topped torso moved to decide where to sit.

There was her sister sitting quietly reading a book. Same ol' Phoebe as always. There was Onira half in and half out of his chair...yep nothing unusual there. But where to sit. Sister...hmmm maybe she would wait to see if someone else would sit by Phoebe. The girl after all needed to make a few friends.

So Phae decided to sit just across the isle from the girl. That way she would be close to her sister but not right next to her sister. Yep! best of both worlds.

"Heya, Phi." she said with a smile at her sister and plopped down in her seat. "Heya Teach."

[Austin/Aisling]

The fourth rule. Of course. How...peculiar of a demand, especially from a teacher. Aisling looked at the pass in her hand, considering the teacher's words. 'some of the things we do in here could possibly dangerous..' Dangerous? Or humiliating? Austin shoved the pass in his pocket, removing his feet from the desk and standing up. Aisling stood as well, casting a glance at the seemingly unorthodox teacher in the process.

"Alright then, to the front bulletin!"

Aisling rolled her eyes again as Austin charged out of the room, she following suit at a less enthusiastic pace that her brother. Oh, wow. After a few minutes of aimless wandering to find the front bulletin, they found the class waiver.

Magically binding, hmm?

That in itself sounds dangerous...

Pulling a pen from his pocket, he signed his name with a flourish, the ink flashing momentarily as he binded himself to the waiver. Handing the pen to his sister, Aisling signed her name below his, the ink flashing once more.

It's almost like signing your life away..

Yeah, cool, huh?

I have no hope for you..

Aisling laughed, walking back down the hall toward the crazy classroom, walking through the door with moments to spare. Aisling stopped upon crossing the threshold, however, Austin running into her.

"Oof, what was that for?!"

"Rule 4, remember?"

"Oh yeah...I'm a sexy beast and proud of it!"

Austin cheered, raising his fist to the air. Aisling raised her own fist, repeated those same words with a bit meeker than her brother did, but a wow-what-am-i-doing grin forming across her lips. The insanity was contagious...They returned to their seats, Austin putting his feet back up on the desk, just as he had before.

[Tormaigh MacRagallach]

Torm stops short at the door to read the sign. Rules, eh? Hmm... At the third rule, he frowns. To him, it almost seems that it is meant to inconvenience him specifically. Upon reading the fourth rule, a grin returns. A teacher who isn't half-asleep and/or über-serious all the time. This will be fun! He hooks his ladder on the weapons-rack by the door. He decides against leaving what beetles he is carrying, since they would not be causing any destruction and would possibly be useful in catalyzing hilarity of some sort. All right, let's put on a good show. Striking a macho pose, Torm pushes the door open. Not a gentle push, either; more of a slam, really.

I AM A SEXY BEAST!, Torm shouts. He thrusts a gauntleted fist in the air, and a fierce grin radiates menacingly in his orange-framed face. AND I AM PROUD OF IT! he shouts in conclusion, and slams his raized fist into the doorframe with a resounding boom. Some dust in the light fixtures flutters down on the classroom and resettles. Satisfied with his entrance, Torm strides over to a seat in the mid-left area of the student seating, still grinning that slightly mad-looking grin.

[The Helper]

"WE ARE SEXY BEASTS AND WE ARE PROUD OF IT!!!"

The professor clapped his hands together, laughing heartily, at the sight of the growing enthusiasm and the amazingly cute girls that were in his class. His nose began to visibly bleed, which, he immediatly took up a tissue, from his desk, in one quick sweep of his hand, spinning around as he did, trying to cover it up, the blood spot was gone. "Alright class! Welcome, welcome! I've already got all your names down here in this computer, and, well.. welcome!" was the cool-sounding reply of a man in his late twenties, still trying to sound hip. And hopefully, he still had something going for him. "Well then, my.. 'sexy beasts', I hope your ready, because I'm going to teach you five spells today, first day. Have it printed out... a moment.." he said, as he flicked his right hand to stroke his chin, a little with all five fingers repeatively, once, twice, three times. He looked up in the air for a little bit, before taking a quick glance at his student's faces, and suddenly snapping both his fingers, with his right hand behind his neck, and his left arm arched snapping his fingers at around his midsection, all the while crying out, 'Hajazza-Karaz!' In a flash of dark-bluish light on all of the desks, they glowed for a moment, as papers began to materialize before them. All blank.

A grin.

Taking a few wistful strides to the right side of the class, from his perspective, anyways, he strode over over past to "Tow? Torm? No, Tormaigh, right..? Which do you prefer to be called?" he said as Tormaigh appeared on the upper-right hand-side of Torm's paper, the professor smiling amused at his large Irish student. "Good ta' see ya, Torm, ma' boi! Good ta' see ya!" Mr. Winklewood said jokingly said, hoping not offend. Cool kid, really cool kid, had style. "Mighty powerful entrance, almost broke the ladder," *chuckle* "..Makes me wonder what the powers of that ladder of yours might do, aye?" Smiling at him, Mr. Winklewood went on, but instead of going directly next to the next row, strode over, diagonally. No, he would not do everything standardized, he was going to mix this up. Onira.. wait, that name was familiar.. wasn't there something in the news abo- nevermind. Best not to ask.

"Onira, right? Good, good, glad your enjoying yourself, made me chuckle a little bit with that laugh of yours, glad your with us, you sexy beast, you." Grinning doggishly, he turned around suddenly, spontaneously looking up into the ceiling, a strange look in his eyes, his mouth open. Stars came into his eyes and a crazy smile came onto his face, as he whirled around again, pointing, vindictively to Onira. "YOU ARE GOING TO BE MY ASSISTANT FOR THE FIRST SPELL, STEP UP!" Not lowering down his finger, he raised up his left hand on top of his head, his elbow arced behind him, as he moonwalked to the front of his desk. Upon reaching it, he slammed his left hand backwards onto his desk, eyes still viciously staring at Onira, his teeth bared in his crazy smile, as his eyes slowly swiveled to his other students, their names suddenly appearing on the right-hand corner of their papers.

"..Onira the alchemist here (provided the computer's data banks on your regristration form is correct), is going to be demonstrating for us the first spell. He has it all. The long crazy hair, amazing attitude," Mr. Winklewood slapped his hands together, looking at them all with his crazy eyes. ".. I'm loving this, I'm so loving this... first spell... involves basic transmutation, otherwise known to some as basic 'alchemy'. It's a temporary change, as this requires a constant feed of minimal energy, but.. anyways. I obviously don't have the hair to do this.." Joking grin, he slapped his head for emphasis, "..but I will show you what to do. Watch closely, you especially Onira, you're going to be leading the other classmates in this spell!"

Holding up his right hand in front of him, he focused a small amount of energy into it, until it began to glow visibly in front of the class with blue energy. "Now, first, you want to obviously fill whatever your going to be shaping your hair with, full with energy, to saturate it. Yes, guys, we're going to be 'styling your hair' first. Ladies, the spell name is 'Stucknos', if your interested in this spell and its variations for your own pedicure designs, but be wary it uses energy, if minimal." He winked at the twin with his left hand, then slowly, sliding it back past his head, as if he had hair, in a straight-up motion, he flicked off the rest of the energy from his fingers lazily, sitting back up on his desk, a strange look in his eyes, as what appeared to be the blue flaming outline of hair slowly glowed over his head, in the exact straight line that he had formed it in. His eyes widened a bit, suddenly barking out, 'Metasharthos!' What appeared to be transparent metal lines appeared over his head, as if to be the strands of his hair, as he jumped off his desk, walking to its left side, facing the classroom. Whirling around, he raised his right hand back, as if to strike at his desk, his left elbow poised, to amplify the punch. "O-RIYAAAAA" came his battle cry, as he swung his fist too short to hit the table, but his desk, suddenly splintering, as the 'energy hair' that he had above his head, struck into it, crashing into it heavily, but not completely. Smoothing back his head, the energy disippitated back into the air around them, as he lightly tapped onto his desk, watching amused as the splinters still in the air stopped falling, and the bent-down table began to repair itself, on its own.

That was a spell for another time.

"..Okay, that is what I like to call, "Metal Hair Attack". Essentially, you use the energy you saturated in your hair, and focus a thought in your head, revolving around metal, and utter the words, Metasharthos, which will trigger the energy in your hair like a fuse, with your thoughts acting as a basis to feed the fire." Winklewood laughed, as he sat himself up on the side of his table, laying down on it, his head turned to look at his students, a contented smile on his face. "Unconventional? Yes. I assure you, it has a high possibility of Can you possibly hurt yourself and others? Well, that's why I aimed it straight up, but, once metal, provided your thought is strong enough (and you don't need to think too hard, believe me), your hair will be absolutely rigid, unless you can't focus too well, or your thoughts are somewhere else.." Girls, girls, girls, girls... ah... he smiled to himself, thanking the rest of the staff for hiring him, and thanking God for making him so lucky, as he rolled himself over to the front of his desk, falling ungracefully to the ground on purpose, getting up in a quick motion. Sliding his hands in a short range back and forth on his desk, he nodded to Onira.

"..Okay, Onira, you're up. Let's see you break my desk too!" Grinning to the rest of his class, as he took a few steps back, he winked at them a little. "Hey, don't worry, after this, I'll give you five minutes to destroy your own desks."

Grin.

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TODAY'S FIRST SPELL!

Metal Hair Attack: Level 1

Requires:
-Energy in hair.
-(Preferred) Hair styled in shape so that no one (including yourself) is harmed.
-Thinking about metal (the harder/sharper, the better)
-The spell word, 'Metasharthos', which activates the thoughts of metal and the energy in your hair.

[Onira]

Onira grinned as the teacher picked him to be the assistant. He was glad for the opportunity, to say the least. He liked the teacher. He was cool. A little wierd, but cool. He scored even more points with Onira when he did the moonwalk. Something Onira also liked to do, and which he followed suit in performing. The song played in his head as he did it.

Ha! Ha! Ha! Ha! Stayin alive! Stayin alive!

Onira finished the moonwalk as he stopped next to the teacher. He watched him as he placed his hand against his head, and slowly a blue aura formed around the strands. His hand was thrust against the desk and it instantly shattered. Onira saw all of this through wide eyes. He wasn't too sure what to say. How it was performed seemed fairly logical, but the result was some kind of amazing. It was absolutely awe-inspiring. First his hair lit up in some kind of blue flame, and suddenly the desk was in splinters. But, it seemed easy enough. Onira could see where alchemy played a key, but it wasn't overly so. Onira had never tried bringing out the energy from anything, especially hair, but the concentration that it seemed to need was key. And fairly easy for an alchemist.

"Me?"

Despite his confidence, Onira was atleast a small bit unsure if he could do it. All those eyes watching him. Okay, there was only... 1... 3... 4...5... 6. Only six, half of them already knowing Onira. But even so, their eyes were judging. Watching him.

"Here goes..."

Onira placed his hand against his hair, trying to picture the sharpest, hardest metal he had ever seen. Titanium was a good start, but he had seen sharper and harder. A form of titanium that had been put under tremendous alchemic pressure, and conpacted to form an incredibly strong and sharp knife. He had seen it cut through diamond like butter. Seemed like a good enough picture.

"Alright! Metasharthos!"

Onira brought down his hand as hard and as fast as he could, feeling the sting as it connected with the desk. his eyes were closed now, and although it was hard, he slowly opened them to see the spectacular sight. Splinters.

"Woohoo!"

Onira jumped up, almost hitting his head against the roof of the class. He was tremendously happy with his success. He had completely shattered the desk, and was almost exploding with joy. He danced with his success for almost a whole minute before giving a grin.

"That was cool."

[Xeryth Varson]

Xeryth rushed to door of his classroom, completely aghast at the fact that he was late for it.

I sign up specifically to take this class, yet I can't even make it on time? C'mon, Xeryth, get with the program, maybe if you're lucky he won't Nether Bolt you just for kicks!

Striding up to the door, Xeryth noticed that the door had been closed, and there was lots of.... shouting on the other side? An eyebrow on the boy's face rose quickly. Something about this lesson not only seemed odd, it seemed completely out of Xeryth's realm of personality.

"I bet Onira would have loved this," he said to himself quietly, as his eyes picked up on the rules sheet before him. Reading quickly, Xeryth's eyes went wider and wider as each new rule was unveiled to him, one by one.

"This... this is insane!" he said, a little higher in intensity, but still relatively quiet, after reading rule number four. Nodding to himself, Xeryth muttered one last phrase of confidence to himself before opening the door.

"Here goes nothing..."

The door swung open, not too hard, and the scene was unveiled before Xeryth. Onira, his hair a wild state of shiny frenzy, had just shattered the teacher's desk with his metallic mane. A grin spread across the young boy's face as he saw it, and he just shook his head.

Like I said... Onira would love it he-Onira?! Xeryth's eyes went wide as the scene before him was fully realized. He hadn't time to think on it more, however, as the class had fully realized his presence by now, and were all staring at him intently.

"I... I.... I AM A SEXY BEAST!" Xeryth called out weakly, but putting forth all the effort he could muster. He threw his right fist in the air, his baggy black shirt sleeve falling to reveal the golden and black bracer upon his arm, the purpose of which would be completely unknown to the rest of the student body. "And I.... AM SORRY FOR BEING LATE!!"

Xeryth smirked, and stepped into the room one step, putting himself fully into the classroom now. He looked out upon the class, and saw none other than Phoebe herself sitting there looking up at him. He smiled broadly and quickly rushed over, taking the as-of-yet empty seat next to her, putting his things down underneath it. Turning to face her, he nodded happily.

"Wh-what'd I miss?"

[Junpei]

Junpei ran, no he almost flew down the hallways of Arcane Academy trying to get to his sign up class. What the hell was he doing? First he had slept in, then he had eaten slowly, then he found Loish, who was very pissed and very dirty living with a dozen or so pigeons for a week and a half. Then he managed to find his notebook before turning to fly out the door and see Phaedra was gone, what the hell, time to go no time to explain? Whatever she was doing he was late for class and as he saw the door close to the class he had seen Xeryth go in.

"NO WAIT!"

He yelled as he hit the door and nearly burst it off it's hinges, the door shook under his weight and he reeled from the attack, his shoulder hurt, a lot. He grabbed the handle, turned the doorknob, threw open the door, and his fist was in the air as a very breath deprived cry left his throat.

"I'm a sexy beast, and I'm proud of it!"

BAM, he slid back as the door slammed shut and he watched as Xeryth was already making his way to where Phaedra sat. A seat was open behind her, score, sweet freedom, happiness in a classroom! That's when he noticed exactly how many people were in here. Teacher, check, Phaedra, check, Phoebe, check (WTF!?), Xeryth, check, Onira, check (WTF!?), random person, check, other random person, check, OK this was out of hand. Slipping into a seat behind Phaedra Junpei slowly set his stuff down under his desk and set Loish, his small winged reptilian familiar in his lap. Loish had of course been cleaned and ow looked like a million bucks, and smelled like strawberries. Personal revenge for having blocked him out for 4 days.

Leaning forward a bit he whispered Phaedra.

"What exactly did I miss?"

[Phoebe]

Phoebe turned to look at the door when it opened and saw none other than Xeryth. She smiled at him her sweet shy smile and he rewarded her with one of his own and took the seat right next to her. Her eyes were bright with seeing her.. love interest come into the room. Thankful now that Phae hadn't set next to her but she had a feeling on why that was. Though the way that Xeryth called out the forth rule had her smiling even bigger he was just so.. cute.

"Wh-what'd I miss?" Xeryth asked in a whisper and she turned and smiled at him. He was so heartbreakingly cute.

"Just the beginning of the first lecture. We are learning a spell to change our hair to metal but you are supposed to style it so that it will not hurt you or anyone else." she said and pointed to Onira who was finishing the spell.

"It's nice to see you this morning." she whispered and blushed before returning her attention back to the class room and the teacher. Her hand slid under the table and sought his out.

[Phae]

Phae sat in the class watching the teacher and then Onira change thier hair into metal. Ok.. yes strange magic something she was possitive she would never find a use for but it was an interesting thing to learn in of itself. She heard Xeryth's voice call out and she smiled. Same ol Xeryth. He took his seat next to Phoebe and the way she lit up at the sight of him made Phae happy.

Then another voice called out and she knew that her own eyes lit up as the voice belonged to none other than her fiance' Junpei. She turned and waved happily at him with a wink as he took the seat behind her and saw Loish. She reached out and pet the dragon..lizard..thing under the chin his very favorite spot.

"You missed Onira's demonstration of the spell we are learning. We're turning out hair into metal! It's cool!" she said happily as she finished scratching Loish. "When did he come back?"

She turned to the lizard.

"Welcome back buddy I missed you." she said and smiled at the both of them. She turned around in her seat but not before moving her chair back slightly so she could hear anything Jun asked or said. This was going to be a fun class. She leaned back slightly. "Why were you so late? I waited as long as I could."