Nolan seemed nice, for someone who was from an allegedly unimportant but "don't believe what they say" sort of family. Overall,Mitch found it to be a little mafia, but still a little Weasley. After a brief thought, the whole prospect was not unlike a tiger with a big bow around his neck playing with a ball.

Dangerous, yet charming.

And then there was Tatia F-A-L-E not F-A-I-L. Mitch almost asked if her middle name was, per chance, "Epic," but Apple's screams and the overall commotion saved her from saying something that was (upon second thought,) really, really stupid and not at all funny. She did not miss the vague disinterest in the girl's voice, and wondered if she was always so vaguely uninteresting. 

Mitch scrunched her nose at the description. [color=#006666][b]“That sounds like a waste,”[/b][/color] she said, reaching up to stroke Apple's floof-covered antennae much like one might stroke a cat's ears. She had seldom been to a proper school, and certainly never a magical proper school. The whole affair was far more TV than she had ever expected. 

[color=#006666][b]“.... Is it at least a magical food fight?”[/b][/color]

[@prosaic][@lorellequips]

[hr]

Larke froze. 

Not so much because he was intimidated by a professor, but because he realized very quickly that Norrevinter was not the only one watching him. And, given this situation, his options were to have his ass handed to him by [i]a Schippers[/i] on the first day, or to take life's lemons and do with them what he could. Regardless, his choices would influence how his classmates' view of him for the remainder of the year. For Council students, this story started long, long before Larke had any control over matters. 

But for those who had just walked into the fray? 

This was a "spotlight moment," as his father would say. 

[color=#336699][b]"Sorry, sir,"[/b][/color] Larke said, though he did not drop his weapon. Instead, with a gentle sweeping motion of his hand, he drew the watery orb across the spills on the counter. The mass was pulled up into the liquid, leaving only a thin layer of dew in its place.

He adjusted his shirt and ran a hand through his hair, as calmly as if he had been disheveled by a sea breeze, and not a viking. 

[color=#336699][b]"And I'm sorry to you, too, Norrevinter."[/b][/color] The liquid, now laden with yogurt and soggy cereal, hovered in his left palm, but he extended his right to shake. [color=#336699][b]"If we're going to be classmates, we can at least be civil, right? It's not like we get to choose our family histories."[/b][/color] He flashed her an easy smile, and directed the now nutrient-rich water into the potted plant Schippers had so sorely abused. [color=#336699][b]"We're past that, aren't we?"[/b][/color]

He then turned his attention to Serenity, Dawn, and Nathan with an embarrassed chuckle. [color=#336699][b]"Um... Well. I'm fine, and... Sorry, again. Politics can be a mess, and all. We're unfortunately like cats and dogs."[/b][/color]

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