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Duncan woke at the crack of dawn, without an alarm clock. Centaurs generally are early to bed and early to rise. This would be the time where he'd take a lap around the park. Maybe he'd be able to get escorted to the gym if he asked nicely. But he doubted it. He felt like a prisoner right now. Groaning, he threw the duvet off his human half and stuck some deodorant and a shirt on. The shirt was a faded grey Black Sabbath T-shirt. Looking down, he decided that he'd better put something smarter on over it, opting for a black sweater. Dressed now, and very glad he didn't have to worry about trousers unlike his bipedal brethren, he was ready to start the day. But nobody else was, including teachers, so he at back down, put some headphones on, and listened to music until a much more respectable time, whereupon he got up and headed to Yurius' classroom, after a very large and very green breakfast consisting of a bacon sandwich, and two large bowls of apple salad. He didn't know what he'd be getting taught today but his teacher was that stern vampire, so no matter what it was, he'd probably be getting put through the ringer.


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The shifter would find Mako already at her desk upon entering, drinking from a thermos and seemingly paying no mind to Circe. At least not yet. Then again, class hadn't quite started yet, and not everybody had arrived. Mako may have hated the new rules even more than the students did. She had been required to get up early, then spend close to an hour escorting students to and fro. There wasn't enough coffee in the whole storeroom for this, and Mako didn't want to risk getting caught drinking on the job. Again.

She yawned, smacked her lips grouchily and looked around. She finally noticed Circe, or at least it only seemed like she noticed her now. Well well, she was in her class, it seemed. It would certainly give Mako a change to keep on eye on her and discern whether she was merely thinking dangerous and rebellious ideas, or whether they were in any danger of becoming more than thoughts. Being a teenager wasn't a crime. Letting a teenager die? That was, to her at least.

This class was Spells And Potions. Contrary to popular belief, spells weren't magic, not in the strict sense. The power that elementals could harness with their bodies and even non-elemental could learn to harness in a limited sense, and the natural power of the universe that could be tapped into with incantations and rituals, were two distinct and separate branches of study.

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