[center][hr][h3][color=8dc73f]☆ Nolan Santora ☆[/color][/h3] [code]Marchand School - Common Room.[/code] [hider=Interactions][@ScoundrelQueen][/hider] [hr] The girl had an air of awkwardness around her but he found it charming somehow, maybe it was because he had been hoping [i]kind of desperately[/i] that [i]someone[/i] would join him. Not even his startled near-choking experience could ruin this for him. He observed her carefully as she took her place beside him, feeling the world with her hands and listening with her ears. He couldn't help but feeling like she observing him just the same, in her own way. Leila Ingram, [i]Mitch Ingram[/i]. The nickname had a noticeable difference, he obviously wondered where it had come from. Nonetheless, he would call her by it, he didn't make a habit of spurning people's preferred names. He found that people tended to like him better when he just called them what they asked to be called. "[color=8dc73f]Can I ask how you got your nickname, Mitch?[/color]" From what he could tell of her name, she wasn't a necromancer. That was fine by him, he was a lot more comfortable with just about any other mage. Not that he expected them [i]not[/i] to know a Santora, the rarity of the Santora name was the only reason that [i]anyone[/i] recognized his family but it was easy to feel judged with other necromancers. Other necromancers were a slightly frightening prospect that he was going to have to face here but [i]not now[/i]. He could feel the tension leave him, comfortable in the presence of Mitch and Apple. This dynamic duo was nothing to worry about, in fact, they were pretty nice. He hoped that he'd get to pet Apple some day but he definitely wasn't going to do it while he was on the job. He'd been scolded as a child before about distracting guide dogs and this was [i]kind of[/i] like a guide dog. [i]A guide dragon-bug creature.[/i] "[color=8dc73f]I'm a necromancer,[/color]" he answered, "[color=8dc73f]A Santora specifically, I came here in an attempt to finally learn corporeal necromancy. I've been [i]somewhat hopeless[/i] at learning it.[/color]" He gave an awkward sort of half-laugh, "[color=8dc73f]What about you? What do you do?[/color]" [hr][h3][color=9e0b0f]♤ Isaiah Parrish ♤[/color][/h3] [code]Marchand School - Common Room.[/code] [hider=Interactions][@EchoicChamber][/hider][hr] Unsurprisingly, he had been content to be on his own. It gave him time to think about how he was going to handle all of these new surroundings. He had began to crack into his papers, licking his finger as he leafed through them carefully. He needed to review the map, he had always been hopeless with direction. If he got lost here, well, he'd probably be [i]mortified[/i]. Amongst many of the things that he just [i]would not do[/i], asking for help was near the top of that list. [i]No[/i], he'd need to memorize this on his own. He would have plenty of time to do that, they didn't seem to be leaving the common room any time soon. If he looked the map over long enough, he could commit it to memory. He carefully traced his finger along the paper, his eyes narrowing thoughtfully. He wasn't too concerned with his surrounding company, preferring to let them work out they're socializing on their own. He could recognize a few, though he couldn't say if he'd ever spoken with them or not. This was more of a personal choice, he didn't click with people very easily. Often times, he just didn't speak to people at all if he could help it. As interesting as these people were, he was more concerned with getting himself from point A to point B. That wasn't to say that he didn't want to know them at all, just that he wasn't going to concern himself with that task. The most important thing was to figure out his aquamancy, maybe win some favor with his parents. They [i]had[/i] sent him here after all. He had just about seared the map into his memory when someone settled beside him. He looked up in confusion, flashing a glance over to the other boy. The boy addressed him with confidence, and with a smile that reminded Isaiah very aptly of the phrase [i]"Cat who ate the canary"[/i]. He had a very open posture, inviting him to make a comment of his choice. He instead took in the sight of him, wasting a moment or two to take in his face. The boy was around the same height as him, which he wasn't quite used to. He had copper colored hair that made him think of metallic strips or new pennies. He was handsome, though it might have been his confidence that raised his appeal. He was dressed in bright colors, they should have been off-putting and yet, they [i]weren't[/i], they seemed to fit him somehow. He was certainly a stark contrast to Isaiah's own black on black apparel. He couldn't help but finding him interesting, interest was powerful enough to make him want to respond. It wasn't like he could just tune him out anyway, not only would that be rude but it wouldn't accomplish the whole "meeting others" thing. That's what he wanted to do, [i]right?[/i] So, he offered him a smile, [i]if[/i] that odd quirk of his mouth could be considered a smile. "[color=9e0b0f]I was going to try to find something I liked about it,[/color]" he answered honestly. "[color=9e0b0f]I [i]think[/i] that I like animal themed things the best. Perhaps because they seem to belong the least out of everything.[/color]" He drew his hand in a sweeping gesture around the room as if to enunciate his point. The place was kind of a miraculous mess but the antlers and animal skulls were just [i]odd[/i]. Though he guessed that it was [i]all[/i] sort of odd in its way, he definitely thought the animal stuff was the oddest. He'd grown up in a house that had been adorned in paintings of the ocean and had seashells for decor, but this was really throwing him off. "[color=9e0b0f]I'm no stranger to bad design choices, my parents were a little uh. . . Eccentric? This is very overboard though.[/color]" a bared-tooth grimace followed that statement, he had a chipped canine that showed in the process. "[color=9e0b0f]I'm Isaiah Parrish, an aquamancer, though I'm sure you know that. Everyone sort of knows everyone here.[/color]" He was very monotonous by nature, his voice flat and dry. It didn't sound excited or [i]anything[/i] really. It made it slightly hard to gauge how he was feeling, it might have been easier if he was expressive but he didn't seem to have that going for him either. "[color=9e0b0f]What can I call you? Might I also ask, are the cinnamon rolls any good? I'm trying to be careful, I have more allergies than you or [i]I[/i] can count.[/color]" [/center]