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Max continued his blank stare at Joey as the TA gives his horrible copout of an explanation. Typical, shift the responsibility onto someone else. What was the point of this class if all the work was on Max's end? He had no doubt the spell theory professor would be just as grossly incompetent as this idiot too. The bell unfortunately rang before he had a chance to vocalize any of this, leaving Max fuming in his seat, eyelid on the verge of twitching again. 

He stomped out of the room without so much as a [color=8585AD]'goodbye'[/color] to Dakota, fumbling through his phone for the location of his next class. He didn't have to try very hard, it seems, as all the other freshmen were on their way to more or less the same place. He took a seat near the back, eyeing the syllabus with growing displeasure. This class wasn't about magic, it was essentially pointless. Some smug prick would lecture the mages on all the restrictions being placed on them like petulant children and leave out all the handy loopholes that one might actually care about. And it was a lot of work. Total bullshit. 

At least he'd have spell theory soon, not that he expected it would help. Maybe that class would deliver some insight that a hack like Ratshoe failed to provide, especially given that he'd provided basically no instruction the whole time. No, he needed to calm down. This was only the first day, he'd expected setbacks. Anger didn't help, apparently. More bullshit. This affinity better be worth his while. He needed to stop wasting his time in pointless law classes and hit the library. Max still maintained skimming [i]Magic For Dummies[/i] would be a more informative experience than whatever these leeches had to babble on about. The one up at the front looked particularly annoying. He already had that judgemental sneer on his face.

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