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Yea I'm gonna have to back out of this one.
SORRY!!!
I'm too busy playing fallout 3.

And yes Vum I know you dont care.

No, I do care. But whatever.

After the unexciting speech Dro-virr headed off to his first class. But was it alchemy or history. He was never good memorizing things. Scanning the crowd for someone he knew he spotted Samuel (I_am_one) walking in the direction of alchemy. He easily caught up with him and asked, "This one has alchemy, right".

"Yes I do...Oh! You meant yourself, how silly of me not to notice. Why didn't you just say so? Yes you have Alchemy. Wish to be lab partners for the day? I need some potions to restore my magicka." Samuel responded, making fun of the way Khajiits refer to themselves.

Dro-virr gave a 'I don't think your funny look' combined with 'It's gonna hurt for you if you go any further' but hesitantly agreed. "This one will be partners with you and would ask for some speed potions."

"Cool, thanks. Say, do you happen to know what effects ham has? I'm curious if I can use it in a potion to do something other then just restore fatigue," Samuel said, walking into the class room.

Dro-virr remembered their teacher talking about this once. He remembered him saying that ham could be used for making health potions. But also that if you over-concentrate the dose it can be damaging to ones magicka. "If one is skilled enough they can get healing out of ham. But too much can damage ones magicka," he answered to Samuel.

"Damage Magicka..." Samuel muttered whispering slightly. "Interesting...I mean uh, good to know. Thanks for telling me Dro-virr," Samuel said, thinking and speaking at the same kind.
"Hmmm...Damage magicka potion in a school filled with wizards. This will be fun." Samuel thought, letting out a toothy grin.

Raletus slammed his fists on the table. "Damn! There wasn't enough time to start the fight!" He headed outside. The nearest class was Magic. He saw a pretty Breton girl walk through the class's door. "Hmm...Pretty girls and explosive magics. Sounds great!" He smiled and stepped into the classroom.

Samuel decided that he'd best get to class before he was caught, so he got up off his bench and slowly made his way towards the door leading back into the school. He opened it and slipped back into the crowd before anyone could notice. He hurried up a flight of stairs, and then another, and then another, until he reached the top of a tower in which the history classroom was located. He slipped into the door to see the lesson had already started. The history teacher, a different one from last year's, a Bosmer this time, looked up, surprised.
"Where have you been, Samuel?" He asked in that particularly high pitched voice Bosmer's tend to have.
"I got lost." Samuel replied quickly.
"Hmmph, whatever. Sit down, you have a lot to catch up on,"

Samuel quickly noted that his teacher wasn't in yet. A good time to make some potions for himself and his Khajiit friend. Of course, being somewhat selfish, he started his potions first. He'd get to working on the speed potions later (and maybe save a few for himself).

The second Samuel finished his third and last potion, his teacher, Mrs. Matus, entered the room and sat at her large oak desk. "Okay class, please pick a partner and take your seats. Today we are going to go over the basics as a little review with Restore Fatigue Potions. Please take out your mortars and pestles so we can begin," she instructed, taking out her own mortar and pestle.
"Oh boy, if there isn't anything I love more than making a million restore fatigue potions out of apples and potatoes over and over," Samuel said in a sarcastic cheery tone. "Oh well, at least I already make my potions for the day." He added.

Maths. Clara hated Maths. The lesson was dull and tedious, and Professor Fjolnir was an idiot. She purposely wandered towards the class as slowly as she could, but she cpuld sense somebody watching her. Fighting back the urge to cast Detect Life, she decided to run to the classroom. It was probably a professor keeping an eye on her, and she needed them off her back, which meant obedience was necessary, at least for the first few weeks. She quietly creeked open the door and attempted to sneak into her seat.
"Well well well, Miss Vakerian" Fjolnir called out without turning away from the board. His thick Skyrim accent made her shudder with each word, "It seems your promise to behave this year was somewhat empty. Late to your first lesson, and setting a bad example for the new students. Detention tonight. Get your book out and start working!"
Clara cursed under her breath. Another few hours under the eyes of the teachers.

The class was boring and tedious, much of it full of the teacher droning about about a war or something or another. Finally it ended, and Samuel hurried out of the classroom. He decided that his next class, Magic, should be interesting to watch. As Samuel get's to sit out due to his lack of Magicka. Well, not a lack, as EVERYONE had Magicka in them. Just the lack of it wanting to work. The school had tried everything to get it pumping, potions, spells, even making Samuel try to cast spells and...failing. But none of it worked, and most of it had a negative side affect on him, such as sickness or dizziness. But, it was always fun to get one of the new kids to "practice" one of their spells on him so he got a day off.

Dro-virr agreed mentally with Samuel. Restore fatigue potions were something that wussy mages used. But while Samuel was squeezing the juice out of potatoes he commenced to make his speed potions. As casually as he could he picked a few wisp stalks from a pot on a shelf and grabbed a few pears from a cupboard nearby. Both these ingredients bore the ability to fortify speed. He crushed the pear with the mortar and pestle to get the juice out which he then poured this into a calcinator. While this evaporated he grinded the wisp stalks and took out the chunks to leave the spores. When the pear juice had evaporated to leave some powder he then combined this with the spores and spread out evenly into a few empty vials. He filled each with water and shook each vigorously one at a time. Four speed potions. Perfect when I'm running late Dro-virr thought.

After that he then proceeded to do what he was meant to do: Make those pointless restore fatigue potions. He spent the rest of the lesson working with Samuel and complaining about how mind-numbingly bored they where.

Magic class was difficult. Raletus had no idea how mages used magic and magic only to combat their enemies. He could hardly cast a spell. Plus, he was put in the middle of an oversized Orc who smelled like a horse and couldn't stop making loud noises with his nose and a nerdy Dunmer kid who was probably only his his eighth year or so. The teacher, Mr. Kythius, who had hated Raletus ever since his had first started teaching at the College six years ago, walked behind the line of students. "Remember, using magic requires the power of the mind."

"Okay." Raletus said sarcastically under his breath.

"Excuse me, Raletus?"

"Oh I just named one of my new spells 'Okay'."

Mr. Kythius paused. "You know, Anvil trash such as yourself are commonly unable to use the Arts of Magic. erhaps you'd do better in Piracy Class."

The students laughed - all but Raletus. "'Trash' my ass. Janus Hassildor is my grandfather."

"What!? Were you just talking back to me!?"

"You need to calm down Mr. Yellow Face. I think you and your little teacher comrades are a bit jumpy this year."

"I'm going to pretend I hadn't heard the words that just came out of your mouth....for your sake." He continued walking down the line with a scroll held behind him. Suddenly, Raletus saw his chance to pull a big prank! He put his hand out and curled his fingers. He had to make fire! Even a spark would do. He concentrated. Finally, a small flame arose from his palm. An evil smile spread across his face. The Dunmer beside his shook his head no. Raletus did the opposite. He flung the small piece of flame at the scroll. It was lit. The fire slowly crept up the scroll, and finally reached the Altmer's hand.

"What!? AHH!! AHHH!!!! AHHHHHHHH!!!!!" He threw the scroll to the other side of the classroom. The other students began laughing, most of all Raletus. "RALETUS!!! DETENTION!!!!!!!!! NOW!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!"

Raletus kept laughing as he headed out the door and on his way to the detention room. This was tyhe worst prank he had ever pulled. But it was his best as well.

Samuel watched as Raletus and the Magic teacher argued, it stopped eventually, but then Raletus cast a fireball at the teacher. Lighting the flame he was carrying on fire, and possibly burning the teacher. Samuel smiled, but then realized how bad that could have been if he had missed. The room was filled with flammable objects that could light the entire school on fire within minutes. Samuel shrugged it off, and hopped up, following Raletus out the room and into the hallway.
"Hey, Raletus! Did I tell you that you're an idiot?" Samuel said sarcastically, grinning. He patted Raletus on the back. And walked next to him.

Spiney:


Malan sat on the side of the room in Maths, near one of the three arched windows that, on a typical day, gave a clear view of the tundra in the basin below and the mountains in the distance. When choosing his seat, his intent was to simply gaze out and watch the caribou, wolves and such wander. He had hoped that something to tear his mind off the oafish Nord professor would allow him to block out as much "education" as possible. By no means was Malan a lover of ignorance; he simply did not find the applicable purpose in mathematics. Yes, architects could use geometry for planning purposes, but it was unlikely that ANY students were to end up designing cottages in Cyrodiil. Without an interest in math, his performance in the class suffered. This was his second year taking it...

Either way, the day was cloudy outside, and the land that was certainly usually visible was hidden behind a curtain of dense fog. Gazing and attempting to daydream was futile. With his mental escape blocked, he decided to give math one chance, one day, one class. Perhaps it'll be more interesting than he remembered...

((SPOILER ALERT:)) It wasn't...

He had been on the periphery of sleep, lulled by Fjolnir's droning (after only five minutes), when the door opened, stirring the entire class save The Nord, who continued scratching down shapes and numbers. A girl walked in, average height, average build. After a brief-and one sided-exchange, Fjolnir pushed all of his attention to back to the chalkboard (he had made a few mistakes, and was now erasing a misshapen square) and the girl found her seat to Malan's right. Always sociable, he grinned and said, "Don't worry. At least you want have to listen to him in detention." Before she responded, he added, "I'm Malan. D'argent. You're...?"

Concentrating fully on the design of the perfect tattoo was considered by Kylar arduous at best, but necessary. He'd previously designed the "eye of the midnight sun" and recieved a distinguishment for his efforts; just as well. It bloody hurt. Kylar sat, to all appearances, with his eyes closed, his mouth firmly clamped shut, and his temples throbbing. He was in fact designing, but whereas others used paper and pencils, Kylar prefered to simply imagine. It wasted less paper, and was easier to start anew if something went wrong. Occasionally he'd open his eyes to scour the empty page before him, mentally projecting a stencil over the page so as to replicate mind to paper as best he could. To keep the image still required immense concentration, but it was good practise, and it made the teacher believe that he was truly working on a masterpiece. Thank the Nine that she couldn't see Kylar's last mental image. She'd almost certainly consider it indesent...... or unhygenic.

Somehow Samuel (Me) always knew what was up around the school when it concerned it friends. It was a sixth sense or anything, he just always heard the right thing or was at the right (or wrong) place at the right time. He knew that Raletus got detention, and decided he should visit his friend. "Excuse me? I'm finished with my potions. May I use the restroom?" Samuel asked. When Mrs. Matus allowed him, Samuel left the room, walked down the hallway and entered the empty restroom. He then quickly cast a somewhat weak chameleon spell and went into a sneak mode to make him harder to see or hear. He then proceeded to work towards the detention room.
"Good thing I made those potions..." Samuel muttered to himself, perhaps a bit to loud. After about five minutes of sneaking, Samuel had made his way to the detention room, and entered. It was still empty, and he dispelled his magic and sat down. No one would care that a student was early to detention, even if they weren't issued one.
"Peace and Quiet,"

Raletus kicked the door to the detention room open as he laughed with Samuel (Vum). "Bonjour, Samuel two!" he shouted to Samuel (I_am_one). He threw himself into one of the chairs in the middle of the row on the opposite side of the narrow room. "Already in detention!" he said as he kicked his feet up on a desk. "This is year's gonna be even better than the last!"