He’d been caught. Accidentally but Misty had still caught him. Slipping his shoes off he pulled his legs up onto the piano bench and turned himself so that he was sitting cross legged on the bench and looking at her. “I used my sight on you. Your essence has all of the traditional markers of a mage. Most musicians exhibit some signs of magical potential but mostly that is just the result of being bonded with an instrument. Yours a genuine” Picking up his note book he tore a page out of it. Writing on it with one of the pencils he produced from the breast pocket of his button up shirt Lazarus handed her a piece of paper. It was a list of classes that the academy offered.
“You should still be able to make it into the initial class. Just tell the instructor Lazarus sent you and they’ll get you settled in. I don’t teach the classes until these one.” With a quick series of circles Lazarus circled four of the classes on the list: Advanced Alchemy, Combat Magic, Integrated Disciplines and Higher Order magic. “I also teach the theory classes. You can take the magical theory course progression at any time but you have to have completed the class or have me sign off on you before you can take Integrated Disciplines and Higher Order magic. And of course the Practicarum class is open to anyone who is enrolled in any of the classes.”
Most of the students at the Academy knew he was a Necromancer but never once had they asked why not a single one of his classes covered necromancy. Infact none of his classes broached the topic of dealing with souls in any other form then his Intermediate Magic classes where he taught basic Abjuration. Technically there was a class on the academy’s list called Ancient and Experimental Theory and practice of magic; one of the covered topics was necromancy. The problem was he’d never had the required ten students who had in previous years taken
All of the required course work so the class was never offered.
“I think you have the potential to develop into quite a fine mage. Regardless of what discipline of magic you take to I hope to see you in one of my classes some time.”
He’d met Misty in his history class her first year but she’d never come back for another round of philosophy, history or theory of magic; and judging by her lack of any of the application classes it was clear why she’d never ended up in his other classes.
“I’ll tell you what. When you get to midterms. If you test with a higher than ninety percent proficiency in two disciplines I’ll sign off on a waiver for your basic classes and see if Lily will let you take the other classes.” Still sort of studying Misty, Lazarus hoped he was right. The academy was dying for musicians who pulled double duty. Most of them could only manage basic magic proficiency and those who did better were often reliant on things like masks to do so. Ian was a prime example and even his daughter relied on her instrument.
Catch sight of Barachiel’s pounce out of the corner of his eye. Lazarus turned to watch the exchange. The angel must have had incredible hearing to pick up the young woman’s approach. Smiling Lazarus met Barachiel’s sheepish look. Turning to look at the young woman as she departed. “You know they never loved Solus the way they seem to love you. That’s an incredible talent considering that you are a combat instructor.” Chuckling at his own joke Lazarus eyes tracked the young musician through the wall as he watched her essence depart down the hallway.
Closing his notebook Lazarus tucked it back into his bag. “Well. I think I’ve taken up plenty of your time, you two. Anything else I can do for you before I go home? It's been quite the day for me and I think it’s about time for a nap.”
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