A Modern Magic Revolution (Closed)(Not for the innocent of heart or mind)

"Pretty sure we all have it," Eric said, at last pulling out a crumpled piece of paper from his backpack and going over it quickly. "If our bedrooms are in the same hallway, we have the same classes, maybe?"

Eric blinked a few times as he processed the information, then looked away. "Uh, I didn't really notice…I just kind of looked for my name on the list," he mumbled, rubbing the nape of his neck. "I didn't really look at the others."
Navy tugged lightly at his tie, and he huffed. "What, you knew? Thanks."

Kikiro had picked up a limp Calcifer, who looked more than happy to continue being lazy. "Perhaps we are just fortunate. I'm sure many were aware of how difficult this journey would be if we were left alone." She said mildly, remembering to wait for the others this time before taking off. Their professors had to that being considered a second class mage would put a damper on any junior mage. Kikiro just hoped that the professors didn't share the same sentiments as other students.

Jasper groaned and got up, throwing Cleaver's tail around his neck. "So now we're gonna do stuff just because they do first, huh?" He threw another look to the rats' table as he walked away. He was a little disappointed that Sylvain hadn't made a move yet, but it's not like he was in love. There were plenty of others who would be interested.

Shay scowled, rolling his eyes. "It's not like we don't also have class right now." He muttered as he stood, slinging his bag over his shoulder. Layla flew up to perch on his shoulder. "I don't know about you, but I like to get good seats, with good people." He added on after a millisecond of thought.

Jasper bit back a reply as he started walking to class.
You could try being a little nicer, Cleaver said quietly.
"I could, but where's the fun in that?"

“Let’s go,” Archer added, standing. He searched his bag for his schedule to actually check if he had potions. Thankfully, he did. I could’ve told you that, sighed Bellamy. Of course he knew and didn’t tell Archer. He smiled slightly, not even really aware of it, because he was excited for a real potions class. It was fantastical.

“I think it’s time to head to class,” Olive told Risa, seeing everyone getting up to leave. “I have potions first, do you?”

When Sylvain entered the classroom, Blair waved him over to a seat in the front corner of the room. "Hey, you wanna sit over here?" He asked, pointing to an empty seat next to him.

"It's my main field, but I want to learn some fancy crap." Blair laughed, pulling out one of his lucky bottles holders to put the potion bottles in.

Eric sat next to Sylvain, leaving a few seats empty next to him for the others.
"I've heard old magic takes a really long time to practice, with all the unnecessary steps and stuff. In all honesty, if there's any steps that I'm sure aren't needed, I'll just skip them. Let the teacher yell at me. They'll shut up once I start getting A's."

Kikiro stepped into the classroom, her sullen expression lighting up with focused interest as she gazed about the lab. Even Calcifer perked up from his catnip high to take a look. "Wow! Ro, this is awesome. You'll be able to brew all kinds of things here." Her lips twitched up, as a warm feeling and tickle in her stomach flooded through her. This emotion he recognized as joy. She slid into a seat in front of Eric, Blair, and Sylvain, patting the chair next to her for Aster to sit in.

Archer followed them, sitting next to Eric with an awed expression on his face as he looked around the classroom. He didn’t say anything for fear of sounding dumb, but his wonder was clearly written on his face.

Olive got up as well, and headed to the class, picking a seat on the opposite side of the room from the street rats, hoping that Risa would sit next to her.

(No foolish wand waving or silly incantations… I live for a snapey professor.)

Eric grinned impishly at Archer. An idea struck him, and he reached for his grimoire and scribbled in it hurriedly. He tended to press too hard on the mechanical pencil when he wrote, and the tip snapped several times. Navy squawked in alarm every time one of the bits of lead flew past her, claws scratching against the table.
He stopped as the teacher walked in.

(tarrent? more like tarantula bc he's ugly and you always find him in places where you don't want him)

Blair looked almost pissed, but controlled his face, he would angrily make a few curses then take them apart later, maybe keep one for this teacher. He raised his hand, waiting for the teacher to call on him before asking. "What's the plan for the year? Is there a certain goal we will need to reach at the end of the year?" He was actually asking to know, but if the professor got a bit pissed about Blair asking questions, that was a plus.

"Blair Grimmur, sir," Blair said politely. "I was wondering so I could write it down, I'd like to learn as much as possible while here." His Icelandic accent made his words sound exotic and enticing.

Mre was sitting at the front of the room, by himself. Wow, this guys got balls to talk to Professor in general, he's scary.

Shay joined in on Lander's snickers, leaning back in his chair to watch how this all played out. "They're all going to learn in the worst way, how the world really feels about them." He breathed as to not draw the attention of the professor. Shay remembered his older brother telling him about Tarrent. It was just best to keep one's head in their potion and not be lofty.

Kikiro frowned, already knowing that this was not the way to start a class. Mildly irritated–which felt like heat in other her head and lower belly,– her pen tapped harshly on her notebook.

Archer read what Eric had written and snickered, looking at his friend. He spent a moment trying to come up with a clever response before opening his own grimoire and grinning mischievously at his friend.

Eric stared at Blair, then at Archer, nudging his leg. He raised his eyebrows. The fuck is he doing? You don't talk to asshole teachers.
He looked down at Archer's grimoire and pursed his lips to stop from laughing.

Jasper chuckled quietly. "Wow, that kid's got a death wish," he said to Cleaver.

(and he’s gross and scary)

(oop i edited my previous reply just fyi)

Archer met Eric’s look with a slightly incredulous one, doing his best to keep a (mostly) straight face. Was Blair actually insane?

Olive, meanwhile, smirked at Blair. Finally the “street magic” losers were going to be put in their place.