[h3][center][color=gray]Iron Atwood[/color][/center][/h3]
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With Theo taking Iron up on his offer Iron had to postpone his return to the world of mid-century jazz, although since having entered the dining hall the need for music had diminished as Nialla’s music was no longer audible. Whether the music mage had stopped or was just being drowned out by the din of the students in the hall was a mystery, either way was relief to Iron. As Theo sat down at the table Iron took that as his cue to begin eating. Iron’s typical breakfast at B.U.M., the breakfast that he had put together this morning, consisted of what most would call “classics”: biscuits and gravy, scrambled eggs, bacon, a glass of orange juice and a cup of coffee. He had, like most students, been enthralled by the sheer number of options his first year here but had eventually found himself back to what he was comfortable with. 

As he started in on his breakfast Theo proceeded to ask the upperclassman more questions. Iron couldn’t blame the first year, having stumbled on a wealth of knowledge it was only the worst of mages that would pass up the opportunity to learn more. [color=gray]“I hadn’t really given any thought to the matter, but given that there [i]is[/i] electricity on campus it would make sense. However if it had been enchanted upon construction to maintain warmth it wouldn’t have made too much sense to update it,”[/color]  Iron contemplated. [color=gray]“You know that’s actually a good question,”[/color] despite the minutia of the heating Iron marked it as something that he was going to look into. Taking a sip of coffee Iron continued on [color=gray]“You asked about Nialla earlier, it’s magic. He’s a music mage. Playing to campus became a habit of his last year, some people have no consideration of others.”[/color]

The two sat in a silence only interrupted by the occasional clank of silverware on plates as they indulged themselves in their foods of choice. This silence was eventually interrupted by another question from Theo, [color=palegoldenrod]“Hey, out of curiosity... Um, is it considered rude to ask others what type of magic they use? I've never really been a part of any communities with other people who have magic, so I don't know the right way to do things. Up until I applied here, I've never even met any other people who use magic other than my uncle, and I already know his magic."[/color]

Iron slightly chuckled at the question, [color=gray]“It’s really a case by case basis. Some people love discussing there magic others are more reserved or maybe embarrassed by their discipline. A good mundane comparison might be discussing someone’s weight, although most girls aren’t typically offended when asked about their magic.”[/color] Iron’s previous chuckle turned into a full blown laugh as Theo reacted to the taste of his pastry, having found himself victim to the pastry in his first year it was good humor to see the reaction of someone else who found themselves on the not so fruity end of a bialy. This laugh however was cut short by a girl’s scream from over near where the food was being served, turning in his seat it took Iron only a couple of seconds to locate the cause of the scream. Morholt. The Death Knight as he was called was making his first appearance of the year and had honestly slipped Iron’s mind until now.

Turning back to the underclassmen Iron cleared his throat, [color=gray]“You might want to add something to your notes, Morholt,”[/color] Iron gestured to the hulking figure before continuing. [color=gray]“You should probably steer clear of him, he’s not the friendliest face on campus.”[/color]