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"Hey Hunter, are you alive?" Hector waved his hand in front of him.

He got to class late, and sat down next to Ember.

Althea

Althea watched as Victor started writing in a notebook that appeared. She looked back at the class before deciding to sit down in the grass.

Corrine

Corrine was sitting in the grass, watching as each student took a turn trying out the machine.

Ember glanced over smiling at him. She scooted over a bit, leaning her head on his shoulder.

"So what are we doing today?"

“The are trying out some machine to see how different emotions change magical abilities in some way.” Ember replies.

"Huh... interesting"

Ember nods. “It’s good to learn.” She says.

"Yeah"he rubbed his arm

Ember looks over at him, noticing him rub his arm. “You okay?” She asks.

"Yeah"he said, quickly stopping

Ember narrows her eyes, but decided against prodding him for an answer. Her gaze returns to the class.

He gave her a kiss on the cheek then looked back towards the teacher.

((Back sorry))

Hunter created a large ball of energy, he thought for a moment, a grin ran across his face as he threw the ball at the snowman, then yelled, "FUS RO DAH!" as the wave of power slammed into the Snowman, throwing him backwards

((Skyrim, really? 😂))

Miss Farrah Greer was striding towards the school, her fluid motions resembling a stalking cat's. She wore a black, pencil skirt that ended before her knees, a lacy, black blouse and a devilish pair of black heels. The exposed skin on her legs and face was pale, and flawless. Her face had a healthy, rosy flush to her cheeks, and a set of pillowy, plump lips. Her eyes were a deep, dark chocolate brown and were almond shaped, with long, dark lashes that curled up. Her chin was raised, her head high on her shoulders. Her being dripped a deadly confidence.

Under one arm, she clutched a small briefcase like bag with her school materials in it. The other arm was holding a thick, black binder to her torso. Her oval shaped nails were painted a dark, ominous purple. With a few more strides of her long, shapely legs, her heels snapping the concrete sharply, she reached the front stoop to the large school. She paused briefly at the doors, looking up at the school, before smirking and pushing open the doors.

Now, which room was she to be in again? Tapping a perfectly manicured index finger to her chin, she pondered for a minute. Was it room 113 or 119? She cursed herself for not making a more defined note about the room number. Oh well, she needed to become familiar with the school anyways, so she figured she might as well wander a bit. She knew the room number would come to her soon, so off she went down one of the lengthy corridors, her heels striking the tiled floor like a blade.

The snowman launched into the school wall, cracking it, Hunter created a blade of energy, and slammed it into the being. it screeched for a while before fading, and falling to ash. Hunter chuckled and jogged into the school, noticing someone wandering around, completely lost, "Hello, you lost?"

Althea narrowed her eyes in annoyance, “Hunter!” She called after him, standing up, “You can’t just take off during class.”

Embers eyes widened a bit in suprise, her face reddening. She smiles and watches Hunter run off.

Vivian stands up as Hunter goes into the school building. "Hunter?"