A Wizard in the Works

I woke up to light streaming in through my windows. The haunting tune playing on my record player mixed with the whistle of the boiler on my crafting table, creating a familiar, pleasant sound. I sat up, stretching my arms out. I sat up, stretching my arms out. I walked over to my window, overlooking the Ravenwood campus. People were walking around, but mainly they were entering and exiting the dorms just below me- hold on. If I remembered correctly, the entrance to the dorms was... right of here, and the people walking around below my window were of both genders. The dorms were on either sides of the tunnel, that... the tunnel! That's right, I remember that. My room must be right above it. I slowly crossed the room to look out the other side and see where this tunnel led to. When I gazed out the other side, the view took me by surprise and left me breathless.

Wizard City: a colourful, crowded plaza with shops lining the street, and a shining blue pond in the middle. People were fishing, walking, shoppng, talking, riding on crazy creatures, and more. It looked so fun to be there...

I shook off the thoughts. I would have time to explore later. Today was my first day of classes, and I did not want to be late, especially since my first class was Myth Studies. From what I've heard, Professor Drake is really mean to kids that aren't in his primary classes- and he's even meaner to the ones who are!

I rotated my bracelet to the deep blue gem, and my clothes changed. I always enjoyed feeling the cool sparkles form my clothing, even if I didn't know how it worked. I left my dorm, closing the door softly behind me. As I walked down the hallway, a couple of other girls- one in yellow, one in green- ended up joining me. 

We left the girls' dorm. The two girls set off to the right, but I went left. I stopped in front of the yellow building, with blue decals that highlighted the architecture. I took a deep breath and opened the door, holding it open for a blonde girl dressed entirely in pink before entering the classroom myself.

The professor was standing with his back to the class, writing on the chalkboard. I took a seat next to the blonde girl- it seemed like we were the last two there- and took out my textbook. The cover was gold, with the blue Myth insignia on the front. The pages were thin, and the writing was small, plain, and black.

"Hi!" The girl whispered. "I'm Dinah FairyDancer."

"Marissa FrostGem." I shook her hand. She had light blonde hair that seemed to hang itself in twin buns above her shoulders, and a traditional wizard's hat in pink that went well with her pink shirt, pink pants, and pink boots. "Let me guess... You're a Theurgist?"

"A Sorcerer, actually. And you must be a Thaumaturge?"

"Correct." I smiled. She seemed like a nice girl- maybe we could be friends?

I didn't have the chance to ask her anything else, however, because all of a sudden all of the hushed whispering in the classroom stopped as the man standing at the front of the classroom turned around. Professor Cyrus Drake.

"I assume," he said in a drawling voice of which I couldn't quite place the accent, "that since we have a new student this year you expect me to do a bit of review. Well, I'm not. Turn to page 36, no questions please." As he opened his large 'teacher's edition' copy of the textbook, I noticed a few people looking around for this 'new student'. I waved slightly, not raising my hand any higher than my chest since I didn't want to create a disturbance. I definitely didn't want any trouble on my first day, and certainly not in my first class. The whole class turned to the page the professor had said to turn to. I was slightly surprised at the level of reading the textbook was written at, but it certainly wasn't anything I couldn't handle. What did I expect from the second most advanced Myth Studies class?

The professor began his lecture. Just like everyone else, I took careful notes- although I did find it amusing that I seemed to be the only one here using a pen and not a feather. Every so often he would stop, call on a student that looked like they weren't paying attention, and ask them a question about the paragraph they just read. If they answered it wrong, he would glare at them, answer the question himself, and move on with the lecture. At one point, I was reading ahead a bit and not paying attention to the current paragraph, and I was called on to answer a question. The professor was smiling slightly, as if he had caught a particularly troublesome cat stealing fish. I paused a moment, then said the name he was looking for. He frowned, then said in a quiet voice, "Correct." He turned back to his book, and the lesson went on as normal. I felt proud of myself.

When the class ended, everyone waited until they were outside and the door had closed to be happy about it. I got out my schedule and compared it to Dinah's- we had this class together, but nothing else. With that said and done, she walked around to the Life building, while I made my way around to the class I was looking forward to the most.