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Interacting with: [@Obscene Symphony]

 Salem walked Lilie to his front door. Closing it behind him, yet continuing to watch her for a l moment as she left. He watched as she skipped away, seemingly without a care in the world, save for those she expressed inside. In a way, Salem kind of admired her blissful ignorance to a lot of what had transpired, and began to wonder how she would react to hearing Aaron's side of the dinner tale, as well as what her view points were on the current political system and if they aligned with his ideals or Aaron's. He moved away from the peephole and made his way back into his room, sitting on his bed and looking at the space where she once sat. It would take some getting used to, having no one at his side, not even his family or vampires, and he only hoped he could make more friends like Lilie. Salem began to swing his legs, thinking back on the last thing Lilie had said to him [i]"Thats what friends are for"[/i]. A smile crept onto his face as he pushed away the negative thoughts and focused on what would lay ahead, class and the mastery of his affinity. 

 Salem stood in the freezing cold room, blowing small tufts of air out as if he were a dragon. He shivered every now and then, not being one for the cold but finding seeing his breath as amusing as ever. By the entrance stood two mages, TAs no doubt, and he began to wonder if everyone in this school ran on their own time. Whatever the professors motive for being late was, he was sure it must be a good one. A small sheepish girl began to speak as a jet of water shot out from beneath the doorframe and into the classes view. There it formed the professor theyd all been waiting for. He spared no time immediately getting into lecture, Salem pulled out a very rustic looking notebook and a pencil that still retained the trees bark on the outside. He took notes of what the teacher was saying, although basic, any leads on control and how to mastery his affinity were greatly appreciated. 

 It appeared their first excersises would be similar to the awakening. They would hold the crystal, see it light up, but this time they would attempt to control its brightness. Too much power it seemed would short circuit the medium, two little and itll fizzle. The sheepish mage from before made her way to Salem, handing him a note and striking conversation. Salem began to smile as she mentioned his tattoos, ofcourse, how could he forget? His family is always with him, even when he cant reach them. [Color=82ca9d]"They're casting focuses, the design and placings are a Spellman family trademarked tradition."[/color] He took his slip and thanked her for the conversation, making his way over to the table and sitting down. Salem wrote down into his notebook [b]"Sent a girl into the mines."[/b] onto the last page, then flipped back over to the front and began to sketch an illustration of the crystal before him. After a moment, Aaron joined him at the table and seemed friendlier than their last encounter. [Color=82ca9d]"What did he say that makes you think he doesnt like you?"[/color] Sslem asked, blatantly ignoring the topic of Lilie.