[center][h1][color=39b54a]Havish Greyson[/color][/h1][/center]

	Havish laid in the infirmary bed, unconscious and in pretty bad shape, but in his mind he could still hear his own voice, it was saying something to him under its breath, like someone that was shouting from a hundred yards away, he couldn't hear it though. Havish strained trying to understand the words, he tried to move to it but it never came any closer.

	Havish's eyes slowly flickered open as he looked up to see the nurse that was casting some form of healing magic, it kind of hurt as he could feel his body pulling itself back together, he also saw the vampire teacher that had must have brought him here, professor Yurius, that was not Havish's best plan to go and fight him, he should have just accepted that he wouldn't be in the class, now he wouldn't get in and he was beaten to a pulp, and lastly, he saw what appeared to be a stack of papers with his name on them. His eyes flared open as he realized what the battle had cost him, he had missed the opening ceremony, he hadn't even thought about it as he came in, only that his father had told him to find Yurius, probably so he could learn to fight but now he was in trouble for it.

[color=39b54a]"Professor, I... I'm not getting into the class, am I?"
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	Havish seemed upset, his first day here was falling apart quickly and he wasn't sure how long he was going to even last in a school like this, if he was supposed to fight every teacher to get into a class then he would have no class load at all. All Havish wanted was to control his abilities and use them to protect people that needed it and now this hope was starting to slip.

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