Private meeting (Halsephea)

[Onira]

It was the beginning of lunch time at the academy. The weather was terrible. Clouds. Rain. Grey. Oh. There was a hell of a lot of grey. It was sort of funny really. Grey was neutral in some ways. Ying and yang. In a way. If black were evil and white were good, than that would make grey the middle ground. Neutral. The reason this was strange, was because it sort of made you feel neutral. You always seemed more undecided when it was grey. However, even so, one young man had made a decision.

Onira, blond hair, although hit by the light from the windows, got so little sun that it's regular, mystical glow was now non-existent, letting barely the slightest sheen show up. However, this didn't bother him. His hair was never a big deal, even though it was waist length. He just, never really cared. Then again, he didn't really care about too much when he got to the door of the dark arts teacher. He hoped he had caught him in time. He needed some help.

The apprentice knocked lightly on the door, soon increasing the strength he placed into it. He only knocked three times. However, almost as soon as he finished knocking, he opened the door and walked in, looking around for Mr.Halsephea.

"Are you here Mr.H?"

[The Judicator]

*I sat at my desk, busy reading a book on Xallas, the man we researched at class. Then, Onira entered. I looked over to him, closing my book.*

"Good afternoon Onira. Not in the mood for lunch?"

*I asked, realizing it was lunch time. I hoped Onira didn't come for extre lessons. People had been doing that a lot lately, and I kept having to turn them down.*

[Onira]

Onira's eyes showed a slight sense of surprise in them. He was, to say the least, not expecting that answer. He was expecting something along the lines of, "what the hell do you want?" But this was good too. However, part of him could sense that he was not the first to visit. Then again, he wasn't looking for much. Just a few books really.

Onira replied quickly.

"Heheh, well, not really. Never been big on lunch. However, I have been hoping for a little something. Books. Alchemy books actually. However, not regular alchemy. I'm looking for books on human alchemy. I knwo that subject has taken on a bit of 'dark art' kind of labeling, so I figured you'd be the best to see on the subject. Personally, I don;t have any books on alchemy of the humankind, and I couldn't find much in the library. They seem to be a little thin on the dark arts."

Onira laughed lightly, but his eyes showed he was serious. He wanted the because. He wan k evryiul on humn alchemy. he knew that it had been a highbuilt torture device, but he wanted it more for healing capabilities. he knew it could be done, because it was tried on his master. However, whenever he asked, he got the usual 'we can't relieve that information'. It sometimes got him, a little mad to say the least.

[The Judicator]

"I am wondering why you think a dark arts teacher would have books on alchemy..."

*I said, opening my book again. I kept reading as I spoke.*

"If a book on Alchemy is what you want, you are aware of the immense library this school has... Why not check there young one?"

[Onira]

Onira sighed lightly, clenching the doorknob hard. Part of him felt the need to exert some energy and transmute the school. That'd cool him down, but he really doubted the school would like that. Maybe when he was older. It'd make a good prank.

"Yes, thank you sir."

Onira bowed slightly, hiding his right palm from view. He decided to leave Mr.H with a much cooler looking doorknob. however, he disregarded it, and just let go of the doorknob, leaving it regular.

"Have a good day Mr. H."

Onira would then turn around and close the door, leaving to check the library again.