[color=a67d3f][center][h2]Glynwood Academy Grounds[/h2]
[sub]Sunday, the 21st of the Third Pyric Moon, RY 3418[/sub][/center][/color]
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The trio of students opened their mouths at Apollo's prompting, but it was too late; they'd already been ensnared in Nortwin's spell. Theo turned his attention dutifully to the stage, followed by a puzzled Dionysia shortly after. Blake, however, spent the better part of the speech with his brows furrowed in frustration, trying to no avail to produce noise above a strained whisper. When their voices were finally returned to them, he let out an irritated huff.

[color=009933]"Finally. At least they didn't make the battlemage give a speech,"[/color] Blake grumbled, [color=009933]"We'd be here all day."[/color]

Eager to avoid anymore prying questions that might come up from the mention of battlemagi, Theo straightened his posture to something more fitting of a high-status mage as he turned to Iris and Apollo. [color=skyblue]"Theophilos Se-"[/color] Whatever confidence he'd conjured had apparently melted away barely a word into his introduction, and he cut himself off with a sheepish downturn of his gaze. [color=skyblue]"Err, just Theo's fine. My parents are a little archaic with their naming,"[/color] he chuckled nervously as a hand came up to nudge his glasses back into place, [color=skyblue]"Nice to meet you."[/color]

Blake promptly raised a bandaged hand in greeting, his earlier whining forgotten in favor of acquainting himself with the rest of the Cohort. [color=009933]"I'm Blake! And to answer your earlier question,"[/color] he gave an acknowledging nod toward Apollo, [color=009933]"The three of us shared an inn with a couple of the other newbies in Pebblebrook, that's all."[/color]

[color=cc6600]"Yeah, there's really not much to do in that town, if you hadn't noticed,"[/color] the brunette chimed in next, [color=cc6600]"Might as well get to know everyone around the fire at night, y'know?"[/color] Her gaze drifted off toward the crowd that had formed before their cohort's leader. [color=cc6600]"Oh, we can do that here too! I think it'd be fun- wait, I forgot to introduce myself! I'm so sorry! Dionysia Abernick, at your- I mean, pleasure to make your acquaintance! And Iris, I love that scarf, is it homemade?"[/color]

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Meanwhile, Professor Varen Galenos seemed far less enthusiastic about greeting his new cohort. Or maybe Phoebus' question had already ticked him off. A critical eye passed over the blond, as if Varen meant to appraise the true intent behind the inquiry before he answered. After a moment, he simply sighed in resignation and went with the textbook answer.

[color=0054a6]"The deeper tunnels that lead to the subterranean portions of the old city are off-limits and entrances to such sections are clearly marked, if not blocked off entirely,"[/color] he explained humorlessly, [color=0054a6]"If you turn down a corridor and the magelights aren't on, that's usually a good indicator you should turn around. There's plenty of old rocks for you to look at in the accessible parts of the ruins, so please, for your own safety, don't be difficult."[/color] It'd be on his head if some idiot first year was found under a pile of rubble in the middle of the Atryan sewers, after all. 

The troublemakers started earlier and earlier every year, he swore.

Varen's attention drifted toward the nearby Seraphilla and newly-arrived Luc rather than entertain any follow up questions Phoebus might've mustered, offering an expectant arch of his brow in favor of a greeting. If they were polite enough to wait their turn, maybe he wouldn't have to watch them so closely. In fact, most of the cohort looked responsible enough, minus one or two outliers.

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