[center][hr][h3][color=8dc73f]☆ Nolan Santora ☆[/color][/h3]
[code]Marchand School - Common Room.[/code]
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As expected of the first day, kids kept piling into the common room. He took a mental inventory of them as they entered, there was something a little memorable about all of them. Though he found his gaze following a boy with sandy brown hair. He walked confidently and addressed the dark haired girl with ease. It was easy to see that they must have known each other. 

It wasn't unlike him to eavesdrop and he caught her last name. [i]Memoli[/i]. The name carried power with it, he only knew a glimpse of her bloodline's history but he knew it was dark. They were hired killers at one point, he'd even heard the mafia rumors. His family tended to gossip, he had gotten used to hearing only the most scandalous snippets about the other families. 

That was interesting though, to know that he was so close to a Memoli. He was sure to tuck that information away. The more that he knew about his fellow students, the better he could understand them. He didn't know what family that the boy belonged to but if he had to guess, he'd say that he was one of the very influential ones. He was obviously someone who came from a lot of money.

That wasn't surprising, given that most of the families [i]were[/i] very well off. There were just certain ones that obviously had [i]more[/i] and he figured that the boy must have come from one of those families. He would have to wait around and see if he caught ear of his last name, if he could do anything, he could identify a last name. He may have never met these people but it was impossible not to have heard of them in some way or another. 

He speared a strawberry with his fork, carefully taking a bite out of it. He nearly choked when a soft, feminine voice broke his concentration. He snapped his eyes over to the offending sound, but not before forcefully swallowing a half chewed chunk of strawberry. The fruit stung a bit as it slid down his throat, he coughed quickly into his hand to try to alleviate the sensation.

He hadn't expected anyone to come up to him, but now that someone [i]had[/i], it was best to be polite and welcoming. He didn't want to scare her off. He wished he'd grabbed a drink while he'd been up, he had to clear his throat before he could respond. "[color=8dc73f]Yeah, you're welcome to join me. I'm Nolan, and you are?[/color]"

She had short brown hair that framed a pleasant face, and she had dark brown eyes. He might not have even noticed that her vision was impaired if it weren't for the purple guide animal that she kept close to her. He wasn't naturally very observant but it was nearly impossible [i]not[/i] to notice her very odd familiar. It was some sort of insect, purple in color, with a pair of fuzzy feelers that reminded him of a moth.

It had shiny green eyes, four of them. It would have made him uncomfortable to be so near such a large insect-like creature but he was too interested to get the creepy-crawlys. [i]A familiar. She had her own familiar.[/i] His family had been obsessed with necromancy and had almost no interest in side abilities, he'd always wanted to learn more about familiar conjuration. This only heightened that want. 

He'd strategically only told her his first name, just in case she might be another necromancer. It was paranoia at it's finest, his dad had [i]really[/i] gotten into his head about this. It was hard not to question what everyone thought of their family name, it was hard not to be just a little bit uncomfortable. 

He guessed that there were a few kids here that shared his fear in different ways. The histories of these families could tend to get a little gory, nobody was free of speculation. He had been raised to avoid speculation, the Santora's were natural recluses. They didn't attend parties or mingle with the other families, they kept to themselves and they tried not to be noticed. 

In a way, he realized, he had been trying to do that too. He hadn't actively been trying to draw any attention to himself. He'd been trying to seem [i]normal[/i], like someone that you might pass on the street and not spare a second glance. He couldn't believe that he was falling into his family's weird habits. 

"[color=8dc73f]And your guide, of course![/color]" he added jovially, "[color=8dc73f]What's their name?[/color]"

[hr][h3][color=9e0b0f]♤ Isaiah Parrish ♤[/color][/h3]
[code]Marchand School - Common Room.[/code][hr]

The room was bigger than he'd expected for some reason, though he hadn't had many expectations. He could see many interesting faces, some that already seemed engaged in conversation. He could even see a girl that was sporting a gas mask, he didn't know if that was some sort of fashion statement or if she just actively worried about toxic gasses permeating the air. He wondered briefly what family that she was from. 

He walked carefully, his gaze scanning over the walls as he took in the [i]strange[/i] decor. The skulls were a little bit of an odd touch, the colors were kind of atrocious and the layout was very weird. He wanted to know what the interior designer had been thinking when they'd set the place out, perhaps they'd been on hard drugs. Maybe they were just eccentric. He didn't think he'd ever really know the truth. Perhaps he'd ask a professor about it someday. That might prove interesting.

He walked carefully to an open seat, ignoring the breakfast options. The smell was tantalizing but he didn't really want to stop and eat any of it. He didn't know what everything was made of and accidently setting off an allergic reaction would be a horrible first impression. He tried not to picture it. Sometimes he was sure that his body was a ticking time bomb and that it was constantly ready to explode.

Grimacing, the dark haired boy twisted a chain around one of his fingers. He was so uncomfortable, he was surrounded in strangers and he didn't know what to say or do. He was hoping to better his aquamancy here, to maybe meet some of the other families but he couldn't help feeling so [i]awkward[/i]. There was [i]so many[/i] of them. 

He was glad to be here, despite his discomfort. If was different and it was exciting. He just had to get through his first day jitters, he didn't take to new environments very easily. It often made him feel like a fish out of water when there were so many strangers around him. They were so [i]varied[/i], he wanted to know more about them but he was also terrified by that prospect.
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