[center][hr][h3][color=8dc73f]☆ Nolan Santora ☆[/color][/h3]
[code]Marchand School - Common Room.[/code]
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He found that Mitch was one of those people that was hard not to like, maybe it was just in her honesty. She didn't know his family and obviously, that was [i]fine[/i] by him. The less people knew, the better. He was actually pretty comfortable with the prospect of telling her about it in his own time. It made things much more simple. He didn't have to deal with a person who knew him before they [i]knew him[/i]. 

"[color=8dc73f]Don't worry about it,[/color]" he said warmly, "[color=8dc73f]The Santora's aren't all that important. We've got a pretty short history and we aren't on the council. Don't believe what anyone says about us, we're pretty alright. We mind our own business for the most part. Better an observer than the observed is what my dad always said.[/color]"

As she told him about her powers and he nodded, though she couldn't see it. "[color=8dc73f]Runes, ay?[/color]" he responded, "[color=8dc73f]I don't think I've every met anyone with runic magic. How does it work exactly? Are they like-[/color]"

He didn't really have time to say any more on the matter, another young lady had decided to make herself known. The girl that approached him and his new companion was pretty and slight of frame. Her hair was long and light brown, her eyes were a contrasting dark brown and he estimated that she was around the same height as him. She greeted them with a very dry tone, he didn't know if that was just her natural demeanor or if she was truly bored. 

He couldn't blame her if she [i]was[/i] bored, he'd been getting bored before Mitch had joined him. Of course, if she wasn't bored then she wouldn't be the first chick he'd ever met with a resting bored face. Nonetheless, all company was good company as far as he was concerned. He was in no place to deny [i]friendly[/i] or [i]bored[/i] faces. 

He had wanted to start off right with this school, and surround himself in a small group. Maybe he'd make a pair of friends today, he sure hoped so. These two girls were both practically strangers to him but maybe they'd be able to change that. He wondered if the other one might be a necromancer as well, though he had a feeling she was not. It still wouldn't hurt to ask her about her abilities or to hear her name.

He smiled brightly at her, he had the kind of smile that instantly lit up his face. "[color=8dc73f]If it's fine with Mitch, it's fine with me. I'm Nolan, as previously stated. What can we call you?[/color]"

Since she'd already taken her seat near them, there was no need to point one out to her. Again, he had chosen to omit his last name, this was quickly becoming a habit. He had decided that Mitch was trustworthy and he'd been less afraid of her knowing because he was very sure she wasn't a necromancer now. Unless she was a history buff and decided to research it, he was pretty much in the clear. 

The Santora's had mostly died out over the years, that was the most common knowledge of them. They were one of those families that had once been very large, very grand. Now, they pretty much just consisted of his parents, a scattered aunt and uncle and a cousin or two. They did their best to avoid the council, avoid parties, [i]avoid everything[/i]. Their family crest might as well have said "[i]Niklaus Wronged You, And Now We Avoid.[/i]"

Sometimes it was a little irritating, especially in situations like now. He knew the last names, he knew the stories. He didn't know the [i]people[/i]. Sure, he hadn't been [i]completely[/i] deprived of social interaction, his family had attended [i]some[/i] parties. He had spent most of those parties with his dad's iron grip on his wrist and his older sisters tittering about what male mages were looking cute that night.

He only remembered one specific party where he'd talked to [i]anyone[/i], but he'd been seven at the time. He could barely even remember the other young man that he'd spoken with. There hadn't been many parties after that, they were always few and far between. Even when they did show up, it wasn't like people were [i]excited[/i] to see them. The Santora family showing up to your rich shindig was a kind of social suicide. 

His father had even been asked to [i]leave[/i] a party once, and he'd been [i]invited![/i] It was safe to say that reactions like that had helped to discourage his family from mingling [i]too often[/i]. Of course, this only made him want to change that. He fully intended to spend all of his adult years schmoozing with the upper class and tainting their parties with Santora blood. 

There was a sudden commotion that jarred him into looking up. A kind of battle cry filled the air as a red-headed girl bolted forward. Some poor sap even threw himself out of her way and collided unceremoniously into a table. He looked pretty shaken and embarrassed as he tried to collect himself. Nolan managed to feel a little bad for him. That was quite a first impression.

The girl barreled into the dusty haired boy that he'd been trying to identify earlier. [i]Helpfully[/i], she called him by name. [i]Sterling[/i], he was Larke Sterling. It was hard not to know the Sterling name, they had their hand in every trade that went on between mages. Though, he didn't quite know what the boy had done to garner being driven into the ground, he tried his best not to worry about it. The kid seemed to be handling it fine.

Mitch was startled and Apple was on the defense, his first reaction had been to touch Mitch's arm and reassure her that it was fine. He held back from doing so, just in case Apple decided that he was a threat. He did place his hand near her, the warmth of his body was just a [i]bit[/i] closer. "[color=8dc73f]Hey, it's alright, nothing to worry about. I think a pair of students are getting into a [i]small[/i] altercation. They seem to have it handled.[/color]"

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