[b]” I know my basics of magic. But I don't have to worry about that. I am syker. The worst that will happen to me is a pretty bad headache or I will black-out.”[/b]

The naive statement stopped Danny in his tracks, he instantly spun around with a stern expression on his face. He internally debated how to respond to the boy. [i]”He did say he only knew the basics. There’s no way he has read too deeply into previous cases of magical backlashes. Don’t be too harsh on him.”[/i] The seventeen year old let out a sigh and looked the first year in the eyes, “Over the past six to seven years I’ve used magic, I haven’t been able to cast a spell other than that of insorcery. Though I may not be officially titled one, I too, am a syker. The current mindset which you’re going about with is not a healthy one. It does not matter who you are, what you are, nor how many years of experience under your belt you have. If you step over your boundaries, you are done.”

Finks felt like he should specify what exactly caused his accident, he didn’t want to leave the impression that simple spells were dangerous. “My accident was caused by something much worse than a few chants. It was a case which developed over the span of two years, waiting to burst at the seams. I’ll tell you a little snippet of a story.” Danny kept his calm composure as he continued with the conversation. “In my old town, I was indentured to the noble which governed it. Once he discovered I had abilities as a Magestrava, he sought to exploit them. The man ran a company which export resources used to craft magical tools, and it was in his best interest to make the most profit he could. I was tasked to dig into the minds of his clients, and read what their plans were for the deals with my former lord. I was told to forge a mental key for every single person he did business with, on a daily basis. [b]This meant I had to carry around on an internal keychain over seven-hundred keys, with the peoples’ names and mindsets.[/b]” He placed an emphasis on the last sentence to make his point stick.

“You can understand that would make any person break down and crumble. Though, when you take, you must give.” He sighed and ran a hand through his hair, “Hmph. I need a cup of coffee. Oh, right, I did indeed introduce myself.” The student cleared his throat and quoted himself, “[b]”Since you seem to be taking the path of an insorcerer, you can ask me about any problems. Name is Danny Finks.”[/b] So, not a complete stranger rummaged through your mind for an instant. I just wanted to see why you suddenly approached me. But in all honesty, I must be going. But don’t worry, I’ll leave you in good hands...” Danny scratched his chin as he scanned the courtyard for trustworthy individuals. There were not a lot of people present, only passerbies and small groups of friends catching up. Then, Finks spotted a noteworthy individual, a close friend of his. “Oi! Oggie! I have to go to my room, this student needs an escort.” He shouted across the courtyard. Though, Danny wasn’t able to raise his voice, it just wasn’t in his nature. But the counselor’s acute ears picked up the student’s quiet voice. He glanced back at the kid, “Just repeat your name mentally on my departure, I promise not to go into that brain afterwards. I’m just seeing what I can do without any side effects.” With that, Finks continued onto his room, longing for a warm cup of coffee.