[b]Niti Laevis[/b]

Pop. Pop. Pop. POP! 

One by one, small tiny bubbles drifted through the air; although, they mysteriously retained their buoyancy and remained scattered about and suspended in mid-air. They only moved about at the slightly amount of wind. Where were these bubbles coming from? Well, the source of all this was a young boy no older than 16 with vibrant red hair. 

Bored, the boy parted his lips into a small “o” and gently blew. Bubble after bubble, they popped out of his mouth to no end as he sat patiently on the bench of Platform 3. A fairly large bag filled with supplies sat by his side while a whole armada of little floating liquid spheres floated all around him like thick colorful clouds.  And he would’ve kept at it too until his eyes flickered to the entrance of Platform 3 and caught sight of something familiar. 

“SUZU! What took you so long!?” Niti sprung to his feet, the backpack swung over his shoulders and the bubbles popped all in unison. His entire body and grin seemed to sparkle magnificently in the light; although, that was just the effects brought about by the residues of the popped bubbles – an effect he had been working on for weeks. And he was damned proud of it too!  

The Soap Mage ran toward the muted boy with wide open arms, ready to cuddle the heck out of his new teammate while blissfully ignoring the fact that the older boy was, in fact, an S-Classed Mage who could very much smack him through ten houses and one large tower with just a pinky.