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[indent][indent][color=palegreen]“The early bird gets the worm.”[/color]

Ozzy repeated those words to himself over and over again since being up before the beautiful sun rose and graced the campus of Raindale with its golden brilliance. He was even up before the clouds broke for that first crack of pre-sunlight. He couldn’t recall when exactly his eyes first opened and he went to shower and groom his hair enough to be presentable. He not only made a break from out of the male dormitory but the always friendly, always morning person Ozzy Marinos made a break for the forest where he knew a special friend of his was waiting for him.

Walking to the center of the woods, Ozzy raised up his left arm-- the dominant one -- and with it, came specs of green following the motions he made. He did this a few times with both arms and before long, the roots of the trees surrounding him began to slowly rise. It was to the point where semi-thick roots spawned into a few others and as he twisted his body, turning around a few times until he found a dancing rhythm, a small wall of wooden branches had formed around him. 

And then, as he brought his arms back close to him, bent elbows and all, he pushed his arms forward and in a split second, the exact opposite happened. Instead of the wall of wood following his motion, Ozzy saw them crumble into dirt that covered his black dress shoes. It even got on his button-up shirt and his slacks.

[color=crimson]“Well, that was a bust!”[/color] The always [i]supportive[/i] voice of his familiar said, appearing from behind a tree about three feet away from Ozzy and his pile of dirt. [color=crimson]“Were you trying to harm these trees again?”[/color] Spiked asked, taking a seat in front of Ozzy and on the dirt, the distinct noise of something the caucasian warlock knew all too well: a burst of air from his behind.

[color=palegreen]“You caught me. I saw that in last year’s advanced textbook and I managed to memorize it. I just can’t get the timing down.”[/color] Despite his failure, Ozzy spoke rather positively. [color=palegreen]“Ah, well a task for another time.”[/color]

Spike shook his head. [color=crimson]“Of the time I’ve known you, you’ve never shown anger for your failures. Why is that?”[/color] Asked his familiar, perplexed at his master.

[color=palegreen]“Well, Spike, this is how I see it: I know that the next time will be better. So I don’t get mad; I just achieve to be better.”[/color]

It was clear that Ozzy’s positivity was annoying him. [color=crimson]“You’re weird, Ozzy. But I suppose that comes with the territory of being you,”[/color] Spike laughed, getting up and proceeding to walk back. [color=crimson]“You better hurry up. Doesn’t breakfast start right about now?”[/color]

[color=palegreen]“Oh!”[/color]

Ozzy couldn’t believe just how much time passed. From how long it took him to travel to the forest and then prepare the spell, he had completely spaced on the time. The sun was already out, so he knew he had to hurry it up. His legs carried him as fast as they could. Luckily for Ozzy, his stamina was one of the things about him that made him an impressive young man. He could sprint for close to five minutes without losing any steam, but he pushed himself to seven minutes and the rest was a steady jog.

As he came to the view of the campus, he knew where he was. The girl’s dormitory was to his left and if he went through their side of the courtyard, he could casually waltz into the cafeteria with just enough time for his lungs to catch up with his brain’s desire to get food. 

As the young warlock came to the cafeteria filled with students, most of them looking less alive than he knew them to be. But then again, waking up so early would do that to even the most of the early risers. Ozzy himself was starting to feel the early morning catch up to him. But thank the heavens for it being hashbrown day! He sure loved them.

With food on his mind, Ozzy whisked away to the line, carrying himself a plate, and getting the regular of breakfast items: a hashbrown patty, three maple sausage links, some scrambled eggs, and an apple to keep the witch doctor away. Pair that with some sweet, hazelnut coffee and Ozzy was a happy camper. 

And speaking of camping! The man found a spot at a table with some people he recognized, though the awkwardness soon set in when he saw Imani. But, like all Marinos men he was, if nothing else, chill about a lot. After giving her a smile, he chose to join the table where two beautiful ladies such as Karina, Meredith, and Nadia were sitting at. [color=palegreen]“Well, good morning ladies!”[/color] His smile was wide as he took a seat relatively near them. [color=palegreen]“I hope you two slept well. I, myself, got up before our dearest sun did.”[/color] He spoke mindlessly as he took a sip of his coffee with a bite of pork sausage to nurture his throat with its grease.
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