[-] Cepheus [-]
Advanced Literature | Approachable
If there was one thing Cepheus feared he would never grow accustomed to, it was the feeling of safety. There was the ever looming dread that nothing was secure and he’d have to face his past, but today was not that day. It had been easy to fall into a pattern of sneaking into the Castleteria for food and then retreat into the library, before heading back into his room. It was something structured and comforting for him, but he had classes to attend now.
Advanced Literature was in Room 214, a number he had practically ingrained into his memory by now. There was a pang of worry that stormed in his stomach, perhaps he had gotten the wrong number and was now on his way to the wrong class. The thought of not only attending the wrong class the first day, but also feeling the shame of having to excuse himself was daunting. With his worries and fears threatening to overtake him again, he gently ran his fingers down the spine of the soft book he held in his arms. Cepheus had few supplies for the class, but had brought his favorite book with him for comfort. The familiarity of the book’s glazed surface brought him further comfort, allowing him to finally walk into class.
It seemed there were few people here at the moment, possibly because he had insisted on getting up earlier than needed to make it to class. He was simply worried that not being punctual would not only leave a bad impression, but it would mean he’d be forced into a seat that placed him in the spotlight. Hastily, he claimed a seat on the side of the class and near the back. His fingers instantly snapped the book he held open, drawing him back into the climatic scene of the hero and villain dueling over the lost amulet.
-=[ Hadrian ]=-
Mathematics | Valentina
How mundane. School, that is. What a concept it truly was, for Hadrian to learn of. Children just spent over a decade of their life trapped in an institution to learn about the world? Perhaps they were bitter that they had to live through life, rather than learn about it from the safety of a classroom. Hadrian had taken measures to spend time outside of their dorm and in the woods, practicing magic away from everyone else. It had not gone so well, though they had repaired all the damages. Cursed blood, cursed lineage. What isn’t cursed about me?
A bitter thought, one that would not do so well. While they had seen school as a waste of time, they had little else to do than attend. They stopped by the Castleteria to get some fruit, before making their way to class. While they did enjoy holding superiority over mortals, Hadrian was quietly plagued with the notion that they knew little about math. In the herd, they had learned legends and magic, not… whatever multiplication was. Perhaps they had spent a bit of time in the library, learning about what “mathematics” was about and found it extremely irritating.
Upon entering the class, taking care to take as long as they wished to, they saw someone quite… how could they put it? Elegant and naive enough to be their first target. They noticed the girl had two notebooks laid out and was sitting all the way in the back, a curious notion that confused them. Why would one need two notebooks? Is mathematics that complicated? Regardless, they walked over, seemingly to sit down in the seat next to them, but ended up knocking one of the notebooks down. Without hesitation, they let out a small gasp and picked it up, holding it out for the girl. “My apologies, it’s been difficult adjusting to the school, I wasn’t paying much attention. Here is your notebook,” they said, flashing out a cunning smile.
@ethereal | Valentina
|:| Clayton |:|
Castleteria | Temni
Math. Why did it always have to be math? Clayton was… a bit perturbed to say the least about having math this early. He was mainly looking forwards to Band and Languages and Culture, classes he knew he could ace. Letters and notes made sense to him, they were easy to decipher and interpret and understand, but numbers? For Wonderland’s sake, there were imaginary numbers and the only thing he wanted to imagine was the Jabberwocky!
This wasn’t even noting the fact that he had woken up late because of his pocket watch! Tracking detailed weather conditions and constellations came easily to the watch, but apparently time itself was just too tedious, wasn’t it? He ended up a whole thirty minutes behind schedule, something that made him uneasy and restless. While Clayton was tempted to just go to class and get it over with, his father always had made a point on how breakfast was the third most important time of the day (the other two were something about sleep and midnight).
He made his way over in a pair of baggy pants and a loose, graphic shirt to the Castleteria, his ears disappearing as he walked out of the dorm. He chose something simple and cheap for breakfast, before making his way over to a table and sitting down. “Erm, hello, mind if I sit here? I’d rather avoid the more crowded tables for now, if that’s alright,” he said as he balanced his plate, hoping whoever this was didn’t try and bite his head off or snap at him.
@Cam [Temni]
.:| Aric Tremaine |:.
Advanced Literature | Approachable
Alaric Adonis Tremaine (the First) was not one for early mornings. Unfortunately, having classes in the morning was an efficient way to provide extra time in the evening for studies and socialization. Aric was awoken by his alarm, groaning as he shut it off and realized he was not on his bed. He had promptly fallen asleep on his desk, after perusing A Short History and Analysis of Arthurian Mythology which spanned nearly 25 chapters. He had only made it to the 14th chapter, regrettably, but he closed the book and wiped his glasses off. Aric snuck into the bathroom, putting his contacts into place before picking out a tailored uniform for class.
He provided himself an allotment of thirty minutes for breakfast, choosing the most nutritious option without worry of cost. Aric made sure to politely wave and move out of the way for students in the Castleteria, wondering if anyone would recognize him as the son of Prince Edward and Princess Nan- his thoughts abruptly cut off, as he realized his mother had essentially abdicated the title with the… He bit into some fruit and wiped his face with a gently folded napkin. What room was his class in again? How silly of him to forget, he’d just have to check it again.
Making his way over to his class after eating, he sat down in the front row, a bold move but a calculated one nonetheless. He was intent on becoming acquainted with the class structure, instructor, and the requirements he would need to meet. Aric was willing to work twice as hard as the other students in order to preserve the sanctity of his name and honor. With his ego distracted, he absentmindedly ended up scribbling on his desk, hurriedly wiping it off with his sleeve.