[center][h1][hr][b][color=f9ad81]Robert Allen:

Weather Mage[/color][/b][/h1][/center][hr]
	As the train slid to a stop, Robert closed his book shut while exhaling. A smile crept onto his face, happy to be back at school. He stood, and slid his literature into his pack, before collecting his luggage and leaving the train, his hands shaking with excitement. This past summer dragged by, taunting him with the sweet promise of finding out more about himself than ever before come its end. He hurried through Enklen, eventually coming upon a blueblood girl, and heard "As for my wishes towards my familiar, I only wish him to be a well-mannered person that would not annoy me. Like you, I wouldn't care what ability he might have. I would mostly use him to learn my spells after all,"

	Robert closed his eyes, and counted to ten in his head. That was utterly … infuriating. But he was, of course, better than letting his emotions completely get to him. Still, something as egregious as that simply could not stand. He slowed his pace, and propped up his glasses on his nose. “[b][color=f9ad81]That’s really not ok to say.[/color][/b]” He said quietly and clearly, making the fact that he heard Lilac say that quite clear. “[b][color=f9ad81]The bond between a mage and their familiar is something to be respected. They’re not there to simply be used by you.[/color][/b]” He said, his voice calm, and controlled but cutting at the same time. He stepped next to her, making eye contact, and giving her a chance to rescind her erroneous comment.