Bellamy flew from Archer’s shoulder to sit near him on the bed, stretching his wings. “I’m glad that we’re roommates,” Archer said, though his unstated meaning was also that he was unhappy that Jasper was their roommate. Of course he was happy to see Eric as well, though Archer was good at putting multiple meanings into simple phrases, as he tended to use less words but more meaning behind them when he spoke.
Aster wasn’t sure how to greet her two other roommates. On the one hand, they seemed pretty nice. On the other, they had probably been formally learning magic for years and therefore probably wouldn’t like her. “Hi,” she said tentatively, but still smiling. She walked over to them and stuck out her hand. “I’m Aster.”
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Risa didn't take Aster's hand, but she nodded politely and replied, "I'm Risa."
She did not smile, but she wasn't aggressive, either. She was still trying to figure out what to make of the situation.
(sadly eric is horrible with interpreting anything)
"Yeah," Eric said, with a hint of a smile. He cleared his throat shortly. "So, since we're in this situation, I'm making some protection jars and stuff." He popped the cork off a vial and started arranging his herbs, using his grimoire as a table. "You want me to make you one too?" he asked lightly, keeping his eyes on the task at hand.
Olive turned to the other girl, looking down at her through her thick eyelashes. She slowly moved her hand out to shake the girl’s, and then pulled it back quickly, scrunching up her nose slightly in distaste. “I’m Olive Bayani,” she responded, using her whole name. She doubted this street rat would know it, or recognize her parents by it (she wasn’t famous or anything, but fairly well-known in more sophisticated circles).
Mre was reading a book on herbs quietly, petting Em between page flipping. He already had a ring of salt and protective herbs around his area, just in case. "Do any of you mind if I light some incense? If not that's totally fine." He asked quietly. "If you don't mind, I have lavender that I was going to light."
(that will make this fun hahah)
“If it’s no trouble, then that would be great,” Archer replied, raising his eyebrow slightly, the ghost of a smile on his face. “That smells nice.” He breathed it in before turning to the boy who had spoken up about the incense with a shrug. “Sure.”
"Ah, fascinating. I'd like to learn how to do things like that. I'm almost completely self-taught, unfortunately," Sylvain replied, "I missed out on a lot, and although I'm fairly accomplished in necromancy, I'm not so good at anything else yet, though I'm sure I can learn quickly."
"I could give you some pointers on potions if you help me with necromancy wards, they always backfire for me." Blair offered, opening one of his decorated notebooks with some sigils and runes on it in paint and sharpie. "And curses for those weirdos who make a move on you."
"That would be great. I appreciate it," Sylvain answered, "And of course, I'll try to help you learn whatever I know how to do. I have a feeling we might be pretty much on our own otherwise."
"Lavender works with my energy, go ahead," Eric said, keeping his voice low.
He put out another vials and worked quickly, trying not to feel too pleased about Archer trusting him with it. He ripped out a piece of paper from a separate notebook, scribbled two sigils on it, then set it on fire unceremoniously. He brushed the ashes into the two vials, over the crushed rosemary and salt, then spat in one of them and corked it.
He looked up. "If you don't mind, can i have a hair from you?"
Jasper looked up from his sigil work and wrinkled his nose. Spitting in a spell? Disgusting. And extremely improper. What had taken the rat five minutes to make should have taken ages. He was supposed to have fresh sprigs of each herb, charged under a full moon. He hadn't even cast a circle first.
"Yeah, I have a feeling some of the teachers will go harder on us than other students." He sighed quietly, pointing at a page in his book and leaning closer to Slyvain's bed. "Here's a basic better vision one."
Archer paused for a brief moment before plucking out a hair, wincing slightly, and then handing it to Eric. He trusted Eric, which he hoped was a smart thing to do, but he was good at reading people and Eric seemed to be honest.
Eric took it carefully, then coiled it and put it in the other vial. He held it cupped in his hands, closing his eyes and letting his energy wash over it. "With this jar, I protect-" he paused for a second "-Archer Palamara from all entities that may cause him harm, physical or spiritual." His accent sharpened his words, giving the spell a spiky feel.
He exhaled, then corked it and set it on the bed in front of Archer. "There."
Jasper grumbled under his breath as Eric's energy washed over him, cold and fierce. This spell was mostly aimed against him.
Mre looked over, interested. "What herbs did you put in it? I don't think I recognized some." He asked good-naturedly, he wasn't going to be an asshole based on class.
"Oh, okay," Sylvain murmured, glancing over the page carefully, "This doesn't look so bad."
He leaned back and pulled a book from his bag. It was beat-up and old, and covered in stains.
"This one's my oldest necromancy book. I took a lot of notes, so surely some of it will be helpful to you."
“Thanks,” Archer said gratefully, his amber eyes sparkling. “Isn’t so cool to able to just do magic whenever you feel like it?” He stopped talking, a bit embarrassed. He hadn’t meant for that to slip out, but it was true. He was used to hiding his magic from his family and friends, but this freedom felt amazing.
Eric put his herbs back in their respective ziplocks. "Uh, rosemary, bay leaf, basil. Some other stuff. You know, the basics." He barely knew the guy; he wasn't about to give away family recipes.
"Oh, okay," Sylvain murmured, glancing over the page carefully, "This doesn't look so bad."
He leaned back and pulled a book from his bag. It was beat-up and old, and covered in stains.
"This one's my oldest necromancy book. I took a lot of notes, so surely some of it will be helpful to you."
"Coolio, thanks. I'll read it over and give it back soon!" Blair said, taking the book carefully. It looked just about ready to fall apart at the seams so he would have to be careful while studying it.
Eric frowned at Archer. That sounded weird. "I mean…yeah, it's nice. I grew up with it, so. My family has a form of magick for every need, pretty much. I don't remember even learning it. I was just intertwined with it, I guess." he chuckled and rolled his sleeves, showing off intricate shapes. "I mean, I literally have like five sigils on me at all times. Gel pen works best."
Eric put his herbs back in their respective ziplocks. "Uh, rosemary, bay leaf, basil. Some other stuff. You know, the basics." He barely knew the guy; he wasn't about to give away family recipes.
"Oh? Interesting, I use most of that when doing my jars. I usually add some Thyme to add another layer of protection but I've never done basil." Mre noted, writing basil down in one of the notebooks laying across his bed.
( @ reed yoyo do you also do witchcraft cuz u seem to know some irl stuff)
( @ reed yoyo do you also do witchcraft cuz u seem to know some irl stuff)
(Mhm! I'm a practicing witch, I've been learning the craft since mayish!)
"And if a page or two comes out, don't feel too bad," Sylvain added as he continued to study the page in Blair's book, "That thing's older than I am and was well-loved."
( @ reed yoyo do you also do witchcraft cuz u seem to know some irl stuff)
(Mhm! I'm a practicing witch, I've been learning the craft since mayish!)
(OH MY GOD YAY FKBNRJKT i never get to talk to witches. ahh im so happy)
Eric frowned at Archer. That sounded weird. "I mean…yeah, it's nice. I grew up with it, so. My family has a form of magick for every need, pretty much. I don't remember even learning it. I was just intertwined with it, I guess." he chuckled and rolled his sleeves, showing off intricate shapes. "I mean, I literally have like five sigils on me at all times. Gel pen works best."
Archer blushed a bit. “Cool,” he said simply, looking at the shapes, slightly impressed. Of course it was normal to grow up with magic. He was such an idiot. This was why he didn’t talk much! It only made him sound dumb. If he didn’t talk, people would think it was because he had all of his intelligence inside himself. He ran his hand through his hair again, trying to look calm and collected again instead of like he had just embarrassed himself, and it worked—somewhat.