Quill would strut to the homeroom using a ton of staff to guide him along the way. Miraculously, he found himself the first student in the class.
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"Uh... bye" At this point, Quill would begin to have a silent mental breakdown
"Rosa. Listen... You need to agree with me here." He would strictly tell the spirit
"Yeah. Yeah. I'll do my best. Maybe..."
"Rosa Negro! Listen to me. I am your host, so you will do as I command."
"Depends"
"SERIOUSLY, LISTEN" He would dramatically raise his voice possibly drawing attention to himself
He would take a deep breath and head for his homeroom, whispering quietly to Black Rose, who was still being obnoxious.
"Rosa. Listen... You need to agree with me here." He would strictly tell the spirit
"Yeah. Yeah. I'll do my best. Maybe..."
"Rosa Negro! Listen to me. I am your host, so you will do as I command."
"Depends"
"SERIOUSLY, LISTEN" He would dramatically raise his voice possibly drawing attention to himself
He would take a deep breath and head for his homeroom, whispering quietly to Black Rose, who was still being obnoxious.
Quill could have one.
"Ah, so I'll have you soon. Uhm... By chance, do we use our own magic? No particular reason"
"I uh... Dropped it?" He poorly lied.
"And what's the magic control class like here?..."
"And what's the magic control class like here?..."
"Quill. Here's my schedule sir."
He would hand a crumpled, burnt piece of barely legible paper.
He would hand a crumpled, burnt piece of barely legible paper.
"No. I've got it. Rosa?" He would whisper to himself quietly.
The quietest voice could be heard from his side
"Hell no."
Quill would sigh quietly "Actually, I change my mind."
The quietest voice could be heard from his side
"Hell no."
Quill would sigh quietly "Actually, I change my mind."
His voice was gentle, yet slightly intuitive.
"Hello. I am Quill. I'm a transfer from uh..."
He would stumble on his words. Behind him a type of snickering could be heard.
"Quiet, Rosa." He sighed "I'm a transfer from a school in a nearby town."
He would lug in a large suitcase with some white shirt sleeve hanging out.
"Would you be so kind as to show me to the dorms please?..."
"Hello. I am Quill. I'm a transfer from uh..."
He would stumble on his words. Behind him a type of snickering could be heard.
"Quiet, Rosa." He sighed "I'm a transfer from a school in a nearby town."
He would lug in a large suitcase with some white shirt sleeve hanging out.
"Would you be so kind as to show me to the dorms please?..."
At the entrance to the academy, a lone boy with bright white hair would stand, hoping to be acknowledged and guided through the unfamiliar territory.
"Rosa... You sure this is the place?"
To the right of his shoulder, a figure covered in some wrap would emerge.
"Positive. This place reeks of magic aura... Either that or it's an insane asylum." The spirit chuckled.
"Not funny." Spoke Quill, the name of the boy.
Quill would gently knock against the doors, and wait for an escortee.
"Rosa... You sure this is the place?"
To the right of his shoulder, a figure covered in some wrap would emerge.
"Positive. This place reeks of magic aura... Either that or it's an insane asylum." The spirit chuckled.
"Not funny." Spoke Quill, the name of the boy.
Quill would gently knock against the doors, and wait for an escortee.
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