[color=lightslategray][center][h1]Ceiran Strivelyn[/h1][/center][/color]

From the back of the classroom, Ceiran watched. No-one seemed to pay him any mind, which was brilliant. He could work in peace.

He pulled a textbook out of his bag. He'd blotted out the cover in black marker, and labeled it using masking tape. It said 'Potions' on the tape. He didn't know too much about potions, except that they're something he will be able to learn. No spells required. He read the primer, and decided that familiarising himself with the equipment before trying to brew anything was a good idea. It was a right pain, though. He'd never even heard of these implements before now. After learning what the pieces of equipment do, he decided he'd try to remove the salt from some saltwater. He heats it over a flame, allows the vapour to condense, and collects the drops, but it wasn't any less salty. In fact, it seemed more so. He wrote what he did down. It may come in handy later.

Slightly disappointed in himself, he readies the equipment to try again, but Miss Mako calls the end of class before he has a chance. He cleans his work area, and leaves the classroom. He doesn't have anyone to walk with, but the hallways are packed anyway, so he just makes his way to the cafeteria. He stares around, rather wide-eyed. He isn't used to the amount of people here. Face after face, swimming through the magically shifting air to his eyes. He puts his head down, and doubles down on his attempt to reach the cafeteria in in the hopes of finding an empty table to sit at. He doesn't register that he's basically pushing people out of the way. Even if he did he probably wouldn't care. He must get food and be alone, or he might... twitch.