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The Caldwell’s Academy of Magical Talents and Draconic Arts- Year 2

Elizabeth had taken a bit of bread and spread some butter over it with a simple kitchen butter knife made of a simple plastic. She took a bite out of it, and its flavor was commonplace, mediocre and second-rate, yet bearable. She took several more bites until she had finished her snack. It had appeared necessary for her to down such a product due to the smallness of her breakfast. With her stomach filled to a more acceptable amount, she headed away from this snack hall and back to the main hall.

There were new students appearing. They were coming at a fast rate, just as they had when she had arrived at the Academy. That time felt quite distant from what was now. If the new students were as embracing of the new world as she had been, and threw off the shackles of the old world, they would soon feel distant from their old past. However, Elizabeth doubted such an event would occur rapidly, as even her own classmates were as far along. Elizabeth was special in this.

Thomas was, as usual, greeting the new students. She would probably say her greetings to them, and wish them the best of luck. It was all that she could do for them. They would excel or fail on the basis of their own virtue and initiative. She could only hope that she would meet the good ones, and perhaps befriend them, for then maybe she might discover someone to distract herself from the drudge of daily academic life.

REDO of The Three Demon Princes

Ruomahl/Rowan

Rowan was a bit unsure of himself. He did not read any human literature. Nonetheless, it would be necessary to talk of himself when he was engaged in conversation with her. In general, it seemed like she was adamant about learning about him. He was not sure how he'd carry this out.

"Me? I don't read very much," Rowan said. "Why don't we talk about you? I don't know very much about you."

The Caldwell’s Academy of Magical Talents and Draconic Arts- Year 2

I'll post once class starts again.

REDO of The Three Demon Princes

Ruomahl/Rowan

"Well, if you just wanted to be alone, that's fine too," Ruomahl said.

REDO of The Three Demon Princes

Ruomahl/Rowan

"I don't really have anything to do, so what were you planning on doing?" Rowan said.

He figured that he would just accompany her, if she accepted. He didn't have very much to do, and thought that it would be better if he did have something to do. Perhaps he would even get closer to Bessie. There were the reasons of that he was supposed to do that, as well as the fact that it was worth it for its own reasons.

REDO of The Three Demon Princes

Ruomahl/Rowan

"Yes, I've been on that thing," Rowan said. "And I got the message. Anyway, I've been working on them, and a few minutes ago I sent back to you my answers."

The Caldwell’s Academy of Magical Talents and Draconic Arts- Year 2

@Mafu
Elizabeth would go and have a snack at the dining room, as her breakfast this morning had been small. She rose up from her seat.

"I will be taking my leave of here for now," Elizabeth said to Aurora. "Should you desire to see me, I will be in the aforementioned dining hall."

REDO of The Three Demon Princes

How much time has passed since Bessy sent the tests and how many were there?

REDO of The Three Demon Princes

Ruomahl/Rowan

Rowan went to answer the door. For some reason, he felt his heart pounding. When he opened the door, Bessie was there. Now was the time to do what he had been planning, and say what he had been planning to say.

"Hello, um," Rowan said. "I just wanna say that...I'm sorry for early. I was rude...to you, and I'm sorry for that."

REDO of The Three Demon Princes

Ruomahl/Rowan

A beep sound came from his computer, and some type of notification had appeared. Fortunately, Rowan had already discovered that sound also came from this thing, and had been listening to music. He clicked on the symbol which resembled the envelope of a letter, and something popped up. These were the mathematics tests that Bessie had mentioned. It would be odd using these Arabic numbers instead of his native number system, but he would have to make do with it.

"So, how do I do them?" Rowan thought out loud.

Was there some kind of method in which he could accomplish this task? He did not know it, assuming there was. This was not a written test, in which he could write down the answers of the questions on a piece of paper. He'd have to figure out something.

So time passed, and Rowan figured out how to do Microsoft Word. Once that tribulation was dealt with, Rowan went through the test with flying colors. Mathematics was a subject he comprehended well, even if it was not a subject he enjoyed as much as something involving literature. As he had studied from Algebra to Calculus, he was able to correctly formulate the answers. Even if he had not been the most diligent of students, something he would deny, he at least had learned quite a lot about mathematics and literature, but the literary knowledge was useless here.