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"Therefore, when these two particles collide, it should form a magical entropy field. You can predict the degree of this field by combining the forces of..."
Magical theory... Possibly the most boring of classes. Why would anyone try to calculate magic? It's not like anyone is going to do that in the middle of a fight. Practice and getting a feel for what's at play has always worked better for you, hasn't it? Still, as the last period of the day it would be hard to get past security even if you wanted to skip. At least at schools back in the real world you never had to worry about security golems patrolling the halls for folks who weren't supposed to be there. The last five minutes of class pass by ever-so-slowly as Mr. Friedel yaps on about some rare natural occurrence called an entropy field. It sounds like it would create some serious issues, but he even said that the chance of them naturally occurring near folks were practically zero.
You are Candy Amerath, a young magician at "Ted Rush's school for excellence and the promotion of sustainable magic," though it's taken on a number of other names ranging from "Magic Boot Camp" to "We don't want you to fuck up and kill someone academy." Honestly it's pretty far from a boot camp, but with the rising tensions between various magician factions, Director Rush has been starting more and more initiatives to prepare students in case they get mixed into the fighting somehow. Your parents were rather glad that you had gone to the academy. Tensions had been growing stronger back home, and at least the neutrality clauses here would keep you safe in case of the very real possibility of a civil war... It's hard to imagine school only started back up a month ago.
The bell finally rings as you begin to pack your belongings. With school officially over you can roam the halls and grounds, or perhaps if the mood strikes you go to one of the clubs? After all, there's a number of them on campus ranging just about every subject. As you go to stand up, a familiar face approaches you...
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Ah, Ylonda. She's your room mate here on campus, and from what you've observed, honestly you've had a bit of trouble cracking this particular shell. During the school day she rarely talks and shys away from folks, constantly wearing that winter getup and covering half her face with a plaid scarf despite it being late summer/early autumn. Even in the dorms she doesn't say much, but when you wake up she always seems to be applying a fresh bandage here or there as if she were mauled by an angry cat or got into a fight. Honestly the word friend may or may not be appropriate, but she's at least had your back when there was no one to talk to, or when you needed to ask a favor of some sort. Actually, it's surprising to see her here out of nowhere. Usually around this time she's heading to the art club or off to the library to study. Her voice is almost a whisper and you have to lean in just to hear her as she pulls her scarf down to mumble something.
"... I um... Want your help with something... Later... I can't show you here."
She twiddles her thumbs, quickly partially covering her face with that plaid scarf once more as the lightest traces of a blush are veiled by it. Ylonda rushes off and out the classroom door causing a small commotion. Well, that is certainly different. Now that you think about it, that's probably the most words she's formed in a single sitting since... Well since you showed up and introduced yourself when school started back up.