[center][hr][h3][color=8dc73f]☆ Nolan Santora ☆[/color][/h3]
[code]Marchand School - Common Room.[/code]
[hider=Interactions][@ScoundrelQueen]  & [@LorelleQuips][/hider][hr]

"[color=8dc73f]In theory, yeah. I should be able to go all Evil Dead in here but I'm like a special case. I'm better at the whole ghosty thing. Aeromancy is cool though, you both have pretty rad powers.[/color]" he responded with ease, he found that these two girls were comfortable companions.

He didn't really have to hide anything with them, and he [i]did[/i] think rune casting and aeromancy were pretty damn cool. Perhaps when one had to deal with their own powers for too long, everything else started to look even cooler in comparison. Of course, he didn't have long to think about the benefits of aeromancy and rune magic before a professor started to address the whole room.

He straightened up in his seat and watched the man. He was glad to know that they'd be starting soon because he was quickly becoming restless and he'd eaten just about everything on his plate. The man was dressed smart, he had a flair about his speaking and he struck Nolan as being fairly confident. Lovette seemed to be a very fitting name for him.

He was not excited about the history bit, magical history had never interested him and he doubted that it ever would. Nonetheless, he kept himself prepared for the start of orientation.

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

He liked Percival, it was strange how quickly he'd decided that.
Percival had a very honest and bright nature about him, he was one of those people that naturally exuded charisma. Though Isaiah was not one of those people, he'd always found that he got along with them best. He could talk to them with ease because they sort of forced him out of his shell. Listening to Percival was nice, he was really starting to enjoy him. 

The grin that he cracked at Percival's impression of a ghost was very toothy. He hadn't met many necromancers but he'd always had the impression of them being kind of doom and gloom. It was hard [i]not to[/i], something about raising the dead was just inherently doom and gloom. He was glad that he was an aquamancer, it didn't really conjure any inherent imagery.

When Percival offered him food off his plate, Isaiah wasn't chaste about it. "[color=9e0b0f]Remember, this was your decision.[/color]" 

He plucked an apple from the plate and took a bite from it. He didn't know exactly what he wanted to eat but that was enough for the time being. He listened as Percival explained why the Sterling boy was getting the targeted by young ladies with red hair. "[color=9e0b0f]That's awful, I'm lucky that the Parrish's only enemy is places without water.[/color]"

He had been about to respond to the question about secondaries and inquire about Percival's reaction to the teacher when he noticed the new approaching professor. He quickly rushed through his secondaries, "[color=9e0b0f]Levitation and toxin production, I wanted choose something that my parents would find the most abhorrent.[/color]"

They were dressed very feminine but their voice spoke of masculinity. They were very androgynous by appearance, he was sure that they were probably male. He didn't want to be assumptive though and he listened as they addressed the room. They had a warmth about them and they seemed excited to be surrounded in rotten teenagers. 

He knew that if he was a professor then he probably wouldn't share the sentiment. He respected that they seemed so ready to face the day though. 

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