[center] [h1][color=f49ac2]Amaris Marivaldi[/color][/h1] [/center] [hider=Mortal Biology] [center] [sub]Interacting with:[color=f26522]Professor Tariq[/color] and [color=ed145b]Lucille[/color] [@Achronum] Mention: [color=f26522]Cassandra[/color] [@Gisk] and [color=deepskyblue]Lilie[/color] [@Hero][/sub] [/center] “[color=f26522]Oh ho! You want to know about Nelly do ya?[/color]” The professor’s face lit up at the mention of the pineapple, revealing that the object did in fact have a name. His teaching assistant seemed less than pleased by the interaction, however, all but rolling her eyes at the tangent to come. “[color=ed145b]While you’ve doomed yourself to this, I will be taking students one at a time to register for blackboard. If you do not have an email, we will set one up for you.[/color]” Amaris smiled and shook her head at the mage politely. “[color=f49ac2]Honestly, I don’t mind. I’ll be sure to meet with you once everyone else has been taken care of.[/color]” The noble woman sat back in her seat, settling in for what she sensed was going to be a lengthy story. Regardless of whether or not the story contained useful teaching materials about the beloved pineapple, there was much she could learn about her professor simply by listening to him speak. She had always loved the way elders spoke, their every word a record of a time long gone. What secrets they could hold within memories lost to the ever winding wheel of time. But even more so, she was intrigued by the relaxed nature of a man who lived through the times before the treaty. Amaris had always imagined it to be somewhat of a lawless period with vampires sticking to their more primal nature than the aristocratic temperament they were known for in later centuries. However, Nasir spoke about it as if it were some peaceful sanctuary lost to the beast of progress. Vampires had always been advocates of preserving the natural state of the planet, but it only extended so far these days. Already the story was off to a confusing start with the professor unable to pinpoint the date he was seeking. So far it was either summer or winter on a ‘dark and blustery fall night’ but certainly the year 712, or maybe 744? Not that it mattered to the overall story in the least but the animation displayed was fun and Amaris couldn’t contain a smile as he showed off his prized possession. Gauging from Lucille’s reaction, this was not all that uncommon a thing from the professor but she personally thought it was nice that he maintained such a youthful excitement no matter what it was he was discovering. She didn’t bother arguing with the man licking his lips over an object he couldn’t actually consume, his determination and quirky nature no match for the logic she was trying to impose on him. Shaking her head with amusement, Amaris stood from her seat once more once Nasir had completed his tale and set to dismissing the class. “[color=426522]Now, remember once we’ve completed blackboard registration, you are free to continue on to your mage observation portion.[/color]” The countess made her way over to Lucille now that the bulk of the students had begun making their departures, filling out of the classroom in small clusters. She worked with the mage to set up her own email and blackboard profile, sure to pay close attention in case Cassandra was in need of any assistance with her own account. Once the setup was complete, she thanked Lucille and returned her attention to the quirky professor asking people to stay after class in order to learn all there was about the mysterious pineapple. Bowing her stance politely, Amaris smiled and addressed the man. “[color=f49ac2]I appreciate the time you spent enlightening me about Nelly. At present I have other business to attend to, but should my mage show any interest in pineapples I will know who to turn to. I’m looking forward to learning from you this year.[/color]” A short secondary bow saw the countess out of the room and on her way to Rose Hall. With everything that had happened in the last 24 hours, Amaris hadn’t had the time to properly vet her new partner. Aside from her initial contact during the raid on her dorm, the Countess hadn’t yet had the chance to observe Cassandra’s mannerisms. The observation period would be an ideal place to start as it would take some of the pressure off of the mage and supply the vampress with a genuine idea of the girl’s habits. She followed a few of the other students up around the classrooms, led up to a balcony that overlooked the various students participating in their assignments. Not wishing to disturb the mage, Amaris tried to stay out of sight of Cassandra by stepping back from the rails. Amaris was still able to see but her ability to hear over the many competing conversations was diminished. Cassandra was sitting with a face already familiar to the young countess, the blonde girl from the night before… The Eve’s mage if she was not mistaken. She seemed to still be in one piece after deserting her mistress which relieved Amaris some. There had been brief concern she would face the kind of wrath she had come to expect from Varis and his kin, a pleasant reminder that the nobles were not all the same. As far as she could tell, the girls were getting along well enough. A friendship between the two could be beneficial in creating opportunities to study the Eve house representative, however such a connection was a two way street. She would have to take care with any information shared with Cassandra moving forward… not something she was all that worried about anyway but tedious all the same. [/hider] [center] [sub]Interacting with: [color=f26522]Cassandra[/color], [color=f7976a]Varis[/color], and [color=ccff99]Eris[/color] Mention: [color=0072bc]Joryldin[/color] [@Jade Blades] and [color=82ca9d]Salem[/color] [@Trainerblue192][/sub] [/center] The sounding of a bell startled Amaris from her thoughts, the change of classes already upon them. Up next would be Treaty Law, a class she had heard might be mixed between the first year mages and vampires. A small bubble of excitement rocked Amaris as she stepped away from the balcony to begin her journey to Vilbrek Hall. So far, it seemed that most of the classes would be separate from one another with small segments for personal mage observation… however having a mixed course would allow her the opportunity to study a much larger portion of her class. Purebloods, embraced, and mages all in one classroom learning and discussing the very treaty that governs their lives. An interesting class indeed. Most of the other students had already arrived by the time that Amaris approached the lecture hall, her entrance quiet and largely unnoticed. Her eyes were immediately drawn to the front of the room where they befell a most unseemly sight. Standing before the class with his name plastered on the monitors was none other than Varis himself. His position as a TA over one of her courses had gone unnoticed in her research of the facilities, and not at all a pleasant surprise. Groaning silently, the countess stalked toward her seat at the front of the room every step bringing her closer to the last person she wanted to see. Much to her surprise though, Cassandra had not only beaten her to the hall but had selected a seat nearby the noble’s section. There was something oddly comforting about the choice in seating, finding it just the tiniest bit easier to take her place at the front of the room right as Varis began talking. She shot a look backward at Cassandra as if to say ‘hello’ before settling in with her notebook and pen. The class kicked off exactly as she would have expected of a course led by Varis. While it was somewhat harsh, there was something about the way he spoke about the Treaty that just could not be ignored. Of all the things she despised the count for, she could never argue his uncanny ability to command a room. It was as close to admiration as Amaris could manage for Varis. “[color=f7976a]The goal of this class will teach you its history and provide you with the tools to read, comprehend, and interpret the Treaty’s maze of jargon.[/color]” This wasn’t the first time Amaris had been subjected to lessons concerning the Treaty. She had assumed that all vampires, or the purebloods at the very least had some prior knowledge of the Treaty and its workings… after all, the very laws that be are governed by this so called contract. However, she hadn’t taken into account the increasing number of embraced vampires and relaxed study practices among the common families. Not to mention, the mages weren’t always taught all of their rights as living beings under the care of their vampires so it gave them opportunity to learn to care for themselves when away from the ever watchful eyes of the academy. She sat back and listened as Varis went into the specifics of the syllabus and their future assignments. The study groups he presented were interesting to say the least, a curious task to get into the heads of the nobles who are at the front of ethics and law amendment debates. She wondered how many of her classmates would actually think to ask the nobles in attendance their questions to gain insight into their familial stances. Granted, each group, save for the Sinnenodel, had a noble assigned to study with but none assigned to their own house (by design no doubt). Aside from all that, however, Amaris thought it made learning such a basic topic a lot more fun. And with papers to write as well? [i][color=f49ac2]And here I was worried that I wouldn’t have anything to do all year.[/color][/i] Amaris mused to herself, returning her full attention to the rest of Varis’ introduction to the course. Knowing the effect the count could have on others, Amaris had not been expecting someone to actually speak up with a question. Her eyes locked on to a face a few rows back as she shifted in her seat. The boy was very clearly an embraced student from the looks of him, one she had seen in passing a few times at this point starting at the welcome gala. She didn’t think his question unfair, though perhaps a little thoughtless. Most of the students in the room were already somewhat familiar with the noble houses and their public stances on the various laws governing the people. Knowing that, it would be considered nothing short of a waste of time to cover such subjects when trying to teach such a heavy subject on top of their other assignments and presentations. While it put a little extra strain on those left behind academically, it was the best approach for the lecture as a whole. Amaris wondered what house the unlucky lad had been assigned to, hoping for his sake that it was an easy platform to study history and case files on. Varis handled the question as she had expected, belittling the student without actually outright berating him. It was quite the gift. Another pointless question was asked and answered before Varis was able to continue the class. With the introductions out of the way, they could start the real lectures. While a lot of the content was something that was ingrained heavily into her early education there was something slightly refreshing about the structure in which the content was delivered. Amaris sat back comfortably for most of the time, only reaching up to scribble quick notes whenever Varis touched upon something that escaped her memory or differed from her own personal teachings. The last thing she needed was to miss marks because she didn’t word something exactly as he spoke it. As he neared the end of his discussion on the first three articles, Varis touched upon the Starag Commandment which had always piqued her interest. Opening the floor up to questions, Amaris paused a moment to see if anyone had any that pertained to the main subject before partially raising her pen into the air and standing from her seat. “[color=f49ac2]If you had to venture a guess; in the history of the Starag Commandment, how many people do you think have actually seen the real document?[/color]” Before Varis had an opportunity to respond to her inquiry, or Amaris even the time to retake her seat, the doors slammed open with an unceremonious [i]bang[/i]. Many eyes turned to the disruption as whispers erupted about the room. An unforgettable face grinned brightly as its owner made his way from the doors to the stage where Varis still stood mid-lecture. Amaris had to stifle a laugh, her expression only somewhat amused but mostly shocked. One that Eris Samael of all people would be barging into their classroom, but even more so that he would dare interrupt Varis of all instructors. “[color=f49ac2]I’d be wary of where I stand if I were you, would hate to see something other than a heart break because of you.[/color]” Amaris challenged with a raised brow.