[center][h3][color=skyblue]இ [/color][color=#7BCDC8][i]ℭ [/i][/color][color=#57A3C6]h a r l e s[/color]  [color=#4E99C6][i]Λ [/i][/color][color=#3F88C6]e o n[/color][color=skyblue] இ[/color][/h3][hr][sub][h3][u][b]Time[/b][/u][/h3][h3]Day 2 ~ Morning[/h3][h3][u][b]Location[/b][/u][/h3][h3]Charles House→ ZUMA (College)[/h3][/sub][/center]
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Breakfast ended without further incident, the drama of Azulia’s letter set aside, as Charles and Killian cleaned up the food remains. Shortly afterwards the dishes were washed, rinsed, then placed back in their respective places. He indicated for Killian to take a seat within one of the nearby chairs and vanished from the dining room into his bedroom. Upon entering, he moved toward the end of his bed and bent down on one knee as he unlocked the truck at the foot of his bed and then rummaged through it. His hand began to move several smaller boxes, about fourteen total, filled in various degrees, during his search for a specific date. A piece of paper held a list of what box held, organized by every hundred years or so. Upon finding the date, he removed the box and looked in. Each multiple layered drawer was further divided into type, spell, skill, and memory. 

The overall system, while detailed, was simple for Charles to recall exactly where each important event in his life had happened. To any random witness or Killian, they looked like a randomized number series with a hidden pattern. Without the knowledge of the code, it would take years for an individual to figure it out and on top of that how to ‘shatter’ the memory in order to use the information within it. This provided Charles with great comfort over the fact his secrets would be safe. 

A moment later, he found the ink manipulation magic and placed it at the moment onto his dresser. He wasn’t fully done looking through the chest as he scrambled for an additional spell, the disort one, then gently closed the box’s lid and set it back within the dresser’s confinements. Making his way back to the kitchen, Charles took the bead then broke it and began to work on Killian. He traced the bare skin of the darker man, collecting the ink imprints, before he gesture it into a black stained cup. The professor repeated until the the blacken material sloshed and filled it to about one-fourth. Finished up, Charles snatched the cup and walked into the kitchen in order to pour it down the sink. Rinsing the thing out, he returned to inform them it was ideal to get ready to head to the college so they could register Azulia, Killian could learn and he could work. 

He placed the distort bead on his bracelet, then prepared his pop quiz and additional papers for the afternoon class’ lecture. Luckily it would be his only class for the day before he had to contact Mr. Cain over having Lilith transferred into another city’s care. When he entered the hallway, the two were already to go causing him to smile faintly. The trio packed into the car and drove to the College. 

A few odd students stared at him, Killian and the girl that followed them into the administrator’s office. When they finally went through the paperwork, reviewed what classes she would take, and additional loops from the educational system, Charles thought his hand would likely fall off. His mood was soured more when he learned that until her manuscripts were transferred over from America, she couldn’t officially start classes. This process would take a few days. This forced Charles to make a few calls then arrange for his neighbor, Mrs. Angela, to pick up Azulia and babysit her for the day. 

Through unhappy, the elderly woman agreed on the arrangement she would be paid by the hour. Naturally having no choice, Charles agreed and sent them both on their way. While he watched them leave, he made a mental note to go clothes shopping later. However he had no idea what the fashions were or what was suitable for a child of her age in this era. He began to gradually miss the cote, chemise, corroie, and sollars compared to the odd fashions they sported now a days that seemed make sure modesty went out of trend. 

[center][sub][h3][u][b]Time[/b][/u][/h3][h3]Day 2 ~ Afternoon[/h3][h3][u][b]Location[/b][/u][/h3][h3] Zander’s University of Magical Arts: Basic Education On Magical Applications (Room-206)[/h3][/sub][/center]

Charles arrived at room 206 earlier than needed. 

His eyes picked up the sight of Ms. Lawrence bending down to retrieve a pencil, dressed in a long dress skirt and a long sleeve sweater. Her long, straight blond hair was pulled back into a loose ponytail where it rested between her shoulders. Clearing his throat, Charles stepped politely into view while he waited for the woman to realise where he was at. Her blue eyes shot over her shoulder and surprise fell over her expression, “Charles, why so early?” 

[color=7bcbc8] “I was hoping to get things ready for my Basic Education class before my other students arrived. Don’t you usually have the older students, particularly the college ones, help you with cleaning up?”[/color] Charles asked as he moved toward one of the tables covered in laptops still open, but screen turned off. 

“Jillian had to leave early to pick up her younger sister from pre-k, and I couldn’t contact any of my other helpers. So I had to do it myself. You’re more than welcome to set things up if you don’t mind helping me clean up the mess. I keep forgetting how unorganized fourth graders can be at this age,” she gently chuckled then gave him an encouraging gesture to begin. 

Ms. Lawrence  began to then clear away the rented laptops and other supplies provided by the College, reminding him of how the educational program worked in the modern era. Instead of students all being within one set classroom, they were divided by their ages and differences in curriculum now. Sometimes, as in the case with College and younger students, they were literally separated by a building which made ZUMA unique because it housed ages from early as nine to higher. This was purely due to the fact some humans were naturally born with magic and when it activated, the average activated around puberty. Any individual that developed it earlier were often rare and rather than designate a specific class schedule, a teacher was assigned to privately tutor them in a specialized room. One made to resist magical and physical damage. 

With their combined efforts, Charles and Ms. Lawrence had finally cleared the crescent tables facing the only wooden desk in the room. Each laptop was placed on the rolling cart and pushed out by the female teacher, thanking him once more while he clicked shut the closet at the back. He walked past the small projector and toward his desk. He paused and bent down, his hand pulled out the numerous papers from his suit case before he then placed them one by one upon each student’s seat. It was the best way to get their attention since when they sat down, it would be hard to ignore the crinkling of it. 

It was a simple pop quiz over the modern magic regulating laws within Ominar. They merely had to name them at least and what they protected against. He was nearly through placing the papers when his eyes turned to the sound of students casually walking into the room.