[center][hr][h3][color=8dc73f]☆ Nolan Santora ☆[/color][/h3]
[code]Marchand School - Common Room.[/code]
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Tatia Fale was certainly interesting. 
She had a sort of blasé air around everything that she did, her answers were passive and her mannerisms were disinterested. It was the air of someone who had either [i]seen everything[/i] or just wasn't interested in seeing [i]anything[/i]. It made him wonder if she [i]really was[/i] as bored as he'd thought she was. He liked her presence, even if she was bored out of her mind with him and Mitch.

Toying with his amulet thoughtfully, he twisted it around his pointer finger as he eyed the scene with Larke and Kora. "[color=8dc73f]They got stopped by a professor, though I would have [i]loved[/i] to see it escalate into a full blown magical food fight. That sounds like it would have been pretty rad.[/color]"

That wasn't a lie, he would have [i]absolutely adored[/i] watching food fly about. Nobody would really be hurt in that kind of fight and it would still be kind of hilarious. He was glad that his family didn't have any close enemies, they were more generally disrespected as a whole than disrespected by certain parties. That was part of the fun of being a Santora, a good [i]lot[/i] of people hated you but at least you didn't know them all by name.

It was pleasantly surprising sometimes, especially at parties. He had gotten lucky with his current company, neither of them really seemed to know much about his family. He didn't know much about theirs either. They were all perfect strangers. It was better than meeting someone who immediately recognized him by the Santora name and had a lot to say on the matter. 

"[color=8dc73f]Here's hoping that we all get to witness a full blown magical food fight someday because I will feel very cheated of that experience if I don't.[/color]" he said, and then he spared Tatia a glance. "[color=8dc73f]If you don't mind my asking, what are you studying here, Tatia? What's your power? I'm a necromancer and Mitch does runic magic, which is honestly leagues cooler than necromancy.[/color]"

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[center][hr][h3][color=9e0b0f]♤ Isaiah Parrish ♤[/color][/h3]
[code]Marchand School - Common Room.[/code]
[hider=Interactions][@EchoicChamber][/hider][hr]

"[color=9e0b0f]Almost thought the skulls would be a necromancer's touch.[/color]" he said, his tone only conveyed the most mild bit of surprise. "[color=9e0b0f]I have a bad tendency to associate necromancy with skulls.[/color]"

He recognized him and that was good because he sure as hell recognized a Pelacour. It was kind of hard [i]not to[/i]. The Pelacour family were one of the youngest council families, they got far more speculation than they deserved. People tended to eye new things, especially new things that they could exploit. The council could be pretty unforgiving with how they treated their members, he was glad that his family hadn't ever gotten wrapped up in that nonsense.

He was glad that he'd started off by meeting someone who seemed so interesting. He had a tendency to get bored very easily and Percival struck him as someone who wasn't often boring. He had never really done well with the whole accepting people for who they are even if they were boring thing. He might have been a bit harsh but he doubted it mattered. He didn't have many friends to lose over it.

"[color=9e0b0f]Well, it's good to meet you, Percival Rowan Pelacour the Third, sans 'the Third' bit. I'm Isaiah Ichorus Parrish if we're getting on a middle name basis, no third or second, unfortunately.[/color]" he said, his mouth tipping into a very slight smile. "[color=9e0b0f]My family likes religious names and symbolism.[/color]"

He nodded carefully, glancing over to the table of food before seeming to decide that he didn't feel like making the walk over there. He should have grabbed fruit or something, he couldn't go wrong with fruit. He'd never had any fruit based allergies and he didn't expect them to start today. "[color=9e0b0f]If I had more initiative then I'd probably get something from over there but alas, I'm too lazy-[/color]"

Percival might not have been startled by the fight that broke out but it stopped Isaiah mid-sentence. When Percival identified the attacker, he frowned. "[color=9e0b0f]Is that their standard greeting to everyone or is the Sterling boy just unlucky?[/color]"

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