Recent content by Atticus

"We should get these to go." He said as he steered them towards the line to place their orders. "We do have a time that we have to keep before returning to the College. Unfortunately, right before curfew." Atticus joined the line, where he now looked down at Sven. "We got free days coming up...

He hummed, thoughtful. "S'pose you're right." Carefully and slowly, he helped her move about each of the different display cases. He pointed out some that looked magnificent, and others that sounded down right fictional. "Ah! This is what I am after!" Lemon tarts with blueberry compote...

"Oh, right." Atticus parked her nearest to the door, out of the way of other patrons coming in and going out. He stood before her, hands out in offering as he waited for her to set aside the page to the pocket on the side. He knew he didn't have to do all the lifting, but Atticus was in a...

He paused by the bakery, one hand holding holding the handle as he came to stand beside Sven. Atticus crouched down, smiling at his friend. "I only offer to help because I know it would be helpful for you lot. I've done it for Suleiman, and for others in my classes. If it saves you time, then...

Atticus clicked his tongue in chastisement. "You should pay attention in history class. Sven, you know there is a test or essay due on it eventually?" He laughed. "If you need to borrow my notes, I would be happy to make you a copy of mine." It was a simple spell to duplicate pieces of...

"And that is what I love about the histories of many places." He chuckled. The bakery was only just up ahead, boasting a long line that they would join soon. Freshly baked sweets and treats wafted through the street, the scents changing every so often depending on the strength of the breeze...

"Saints, no!" He laughed. His face turned sheepish, not that she could see, but his voice treaded with hesitation and slowness. "The culture is starkly different as is the architecture and the people. We also are home to different races and species of beings." Women were held in higher...

Atticus made a face at the idea of Coppo in general. "If you ever need a place to stay some nights, Sully, you come by our room. Mullens and I scored a three roomed dorm, althogh the third bedroom was meant for someone that never came to the College." Perhaps they changed their mind, but...

"Come on now, Albrecht!" He grinned. "There surely is places you know to show people. Even if it means showing people the world you see, at least we can learn to understand." Atticus pushed the wheeled chair, slow and careful, letting others pass before them. If there was no break in the...

Atticus made a face. "Blodwyn... Elbion..." He stopped there, grimacing as he realised he had no clue about anything to do with Elbion. He had been in his personal space at home, keeping to himself and only that of his father and stepmother. Never picked up a book to learn of his new home...

Atticus watched them all, sprawled lazily upon the grass and the sun beaming straight on him. "Lissa has a brutal punch. We're in the same non-magical combat class, and saints does she pick up the lessons quickly." He provided, fingers fiddling with the grass beside him. Atticus pulled at each...

Atticus began to wheel her out, thankful that the classroom had been on the ground floor and that they could easily leave to the outdoors. "Right there, top of the page. The Fountain." It took them a good hour to get into the city, but they were given the entire afternoon off from class in...

Atticus rolled the chair to his friend, a grin, the one he was always easily found wearing, was present on his expression as she talked about not being prepared to be out. "Not to worry, Sven." For he believed that. This was nothing new, nothing special. Atticus saw it on the same level as...

Atticus shot them all a look of light disappointment. "I'm only reading what I found interesting." He frowned, exhaling as he tried to find where he had been reading. Granted, he had no clue on what was going on. He wasn't all that great with potions, and gods no, Atticus didn't have the idea...

Atticus listened to his classmates, but the need to speak of his own magical ability was one he didn't wish to speak of. Not yet... he knew it would open up the potential for questions and he didn't want to provide the answers. He cleared his throat. "I like how difficult some classes can...