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.
Lander strolled in class with Shay and they sat in two seats in the back of the class.
Aster slid into the seat next to Kikiro. She chewed on her bottom lip and Cagney hissed. "I don't like this, . . . " she whispered to Kikiro but was cut off by the teacher.
"Hello, class. Please find a seat. My name is Professor Tarrent. Welcome to Potions level two. I see we have some new students today. I will get this out of the way now. We will not be using any silly ingredients in this class. There will not be ears of corn in your pots. Hair of dog does not mean some fur from your chihuahua. This is a serious class with serious ingredients, which we will provide for you. Is that understood?”
(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.
Professor Tarrent's nostrils flared. He walked slowly towards Blake. "Remind me of your name, young man?"
Lander snicked. "These rats really need to learn their place," he whispered. He knew Professor Tarrent would set them straight. Figuratively, of course.
"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.
(I have responses set out for literally everything the teacher could say to him.)
(n i ce)
(i have some dumb shit eric is gna do but not right now bc he doesnt have a death wish)
(precisely)
(however if he thinks a rule is stupid or unfair he's not gonna do it - enter trouble)
(Blair was litterly raised by a group of very liberal and very illegal smuglers.)
Professor Tarrent pursued his lips. "Some may call your longing to learn admirable Mr. Grimmur. To answer your question, the goal of this year is to learn to craft potions from the ancient texts with the ancient ingredients." He raised an eyebrow. "I suspect you have a lot to learn in that subject."
Blair raised an eyebrow in return, mirroring him before tilting his head. "Well, I suppose we'll have to see whether or not your suspicion is correct." He said with a smile that didn't reach his eyes whatsoever.
"I do hope you are finished interrupting my class, Mr. Grimmur. In the future, I would not do it again." Before Blair had a chance to say anything, Professor Tarrent turned to the chalkboard and started writing. "Please open your textbooks to page twenty," he said.
