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[i]Tree[/i]. Rohan wasn't fond of being called that. Much as he lived among the natural world and was hounded by it, he came to this school full of wizards so he [i]wouldn't[/i] be overwhelmed by the curse and turn into something monstrous. Not that Cal knew as much, but it still irked him.

[color=298e25]"Yeah, that's me,"[/color] He turned around and put on a grin. It was good a newer student was put with students who actually knew their way around the place. Less so that of those just [i]happened[/i] to be the horny man-dragon of the school. He didn't even mind Callaghan that much. He was pretty decent with magic and his ability to turn into other things was awfully relevant for the sorts of things Rohan focused on when he had the spare time to study what being human actually entailed on a mystical level. But the guy was just [i]obnoxious[/i] in his propensity to fuck everything alive and legal, like the witch brothers who ran the Neverish.

Cass seemed pretty damn eager to decorate. Meanwhile, Rohan had just sat his things down and considered resting until it was time to head out. He knew what was happening tonight as well. He fell onto his bed and lazily waved a hand. The bed shifted colors and magically warmed to above ambient temperature. A small, circular table of ironwood appeared beside the table where he deposited a notebook from under the layers of his clothes.

[color=298e25]"You can keep changing just about anything in here,"[/color] Rohan explained, touching the walls behind him to tint them a few hues darker for the sake of less eye strain. [color=298e25]"The walls, the furniture- The space doesn't change, since that'd be more costly and magic isn't free, but you can keep changing it whenever you feel like doing so."[/color]

When the letter slid under the floor, Rohan didn't bother with it. He'd been before, it was a good place to be. Safe from the aberrations outdoors, firmly in the territory of Man, and the caffeine was something special.

[color=298e25]"I'll see what I've got to throw on when it gets a bit later,"[/color] Rohan decided. [color=298e25]"If you can't find the entrance yourself, ask someone. You should know, though, that one of the brothers who runs the place is an enchanter. He can change how a person thinks and manipulate them. The other just plays tricks. Don't cause trouble and you'll be fine, but it's worth keeping that in mind. If something bad [i]did[/i] happen, well, I've got a magic staff for that."[/color]

The wooden owl croaked, philosophically, as if it had something to add. It didn't.


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