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[color=000000][u][b]Location[/b][/u][/color]
💀 The Sanctuary.
💀 The Kitchen.

[color=000000][u][b]Interactions[/b][/u][/color]
💀 [@Crimson Flame]
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The world of magic was a complicated existence. A reality bending and shaping itself in response to forces scarcely understood even by those wielding this fearsome force. An ever flowing energy expressing itself so vastly differently by everyone utilizing its power. How would Casper begin to explain this peculiar phenomenon? He was no teacher, and much less able to express information in a satisfactory manner. Even so, perhaps one day, Casper would manage to convey spectral mysticism. 

His eyes shifted to Zach, a somber expression crossing the Wraithborn’s features. Was it fair to assume the worst? It was not difficult to deduce Zach’s distaste for his fellow student beneath Zatanna’s care. Two opposites trained by the same teacher, one of whom was related to their mentor. Claiming that Casper felt like he had imposed on a family business was true. In fact, there was little Zatanna could teach the boy in regards to using his magic. Rather, Casper was taught the many intricacies of spellcraft in hopes of arming him against other casters, and the supernatural. There was little the woman could do with Casper’s powers, as she was unable to wield them, herself. Yes, a question often swirled within the Wraithborn’s mind. [i]’Am I intruding?’[/i]

It did not require in depth analysis to expose Zach’s competitive nature, and his reaction to Casper’s inclusion had been less than ideal. It was a somewhat complicated situation, to be sure. Casper was not naive. He was fully aware of Zatanna’s intentions with taking him in. She wanted to monitor him, the undead abomination. She wanted to learn of his nature, and be prepared for a lack of judgment. It begged the question, would Zatanna have been interested in the boy had he not been a peculiar case? Had he not been a [i]danger?[/i]

It was fair to say that Casper lacked friends beyond Coal, often due to his own asocial tendencies. In truth, the lingering joke of him preferring the company of death was accurate. Casper did indeed feel more comfortable in the midst of spirits and souls, those beyond the veil. One could almost consider it a shame that the friends he had made along the way were all assisted into the afterlife. They did not belong in this world, trapped and unable to move on, and bidding farewell had become a constant repeat. It begged the question if the Wraithborn would ever shepherd any of these aspiring heroes to the beyond. 

[color=FFE4C4]”Thank you for the food, Zach..,”[/color] came a quiet notion of appreciation. Casper did not even require nourishment, so why did he remain? A part of the boy wanted to abscond, to turn around and simply leave, but here he stood, ghostly eyes maintaining a lingering gaze upon a table set for ten. Perhaps it was acceptable to enjoy the taste of a meal, irrelevant of its actual necessity. An attempt at kinship. Lowering himself to a chair, Casper’s clawed hand reached for a burger, soft buns gently yielding to his digits as he brought the assembled meal to a plate. Such an unnecessary motion, all in the name of companionship. Was he trying too hard? As sharp teeth bit into the juicy meat comprising his burger, Casper concluded that for the moment, perhaps it didn’t matter.