[b][h3][u]Vyrik[/u][/h3][/b]

[b]Balthazar Hall[/b]
Vyrik was in line behind the others of his group, yawning and snacking on breakfast leftovers when he noticed it. Like a tinder catching a single spark it began. He was beginning to think he had gotten away with it, the ‘incident’ at the ceremony that was. But no, it had just taken awhile for the spark of gossip to start, the tinder of his story dampened by all the other happenings and excitement going on. But now this, this situation was a fire pit waiting to combust and the lines couldn’t move fast enough. It started with a simple odd whisper here, a subtle pointing and smirking over there. A soft silence when he passed a group all eyeing him. He could physically watch it spread, moving like wildfire from mouth to ear. That flame was now undoubtedly lit and travelled down the rows of chatting students. He tried to keep his head down and shrink out of sight, but it was pointless, he stood out too much. He just had to lay low until it burnt itself out. When finally at the front, which didn’t take as long as it felt, he grabbed all his things and quickly hurried off to first class.

[b]Sensing and drawing.[/b]
Zander Mozaru 

A life in the slums had taught Vyrik to be untrusting, and while he still didn’t trust Zeno Mozaru, the man was proving to be reliable and was quickly becoming familiar. Vyrik was glad that he was teaching his first class and remained focused for the entirety of it, not going beyond but not shirking either. He gave the man his full attention and even went as far as to take notes, although they were more for him to use later with Josune. He tried his best in the confidential testing but was sure he did poorly. His grasp of Arcane and binding was shockingly poor while his ability to convert was near non existent. Maybe he was broken.
He didn’t let these thoughts or emotions interrupt his class however, for some unknown reason he was trying to earn a modicum of the Belzagggic’s respect and make up for his aloofness while staying at his house.

[b]Avincian[/b] 
Alcaster Serra 

Vyrik enjoyed games but was slow to warm up to the word game, but as it went on and he got a feeling for it his competitive edge caused him to be more vocal and take a tiny step out of his shell. He found the old teacher of this class to be almost comical in his traditional style attire. He seemed to know a lot about a lot and had strong opinions on all things. Overall he talked too much for Vyrik’s liking. 
When class was over Vyrik hung around awkwardly until all others had left, wanting to question the old teacher in private.
“[i]How can I improve my RAS?[/i]” 
He asked. 
“[i]I mean, theoretically what are all the possible ways?[/i]”

[b]Lunch.[/b]

Three square meals a day of the quality and proportions they had been receiving was a foreign concept to Vyrik’s stomach. Not accustomed to the easy access of food he had treated breakfast like it might be the last meal they provide him, now as lunch rolled around he found he still wasn’t hungry. He thought about eating just for the sake of it as it did taste rather good but decided against it since he wasn’t feeling up to the social commitment it required, instead he headed straight to the arboretum to relax by the river and practice some of the lessons from his first class. 

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[u]TLDR[/u]
[i]Balthazar Hall->Class->Arboretum[/i]
Noticed people notice him. 
(Probably not as bad as he thinks)
Tried hard in both classes
Skipped lunch and went to the Arboretum.[hr]