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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...

One of the classes they were to undertake in the first year was History of Elbion, and as the College was open to all that came from here and all over, there was a day free for the students to go explore. They were given sheets of parchment with questions they had to fill out during the day, all...

Atticus gave her a smile, although it did not reach his eyes. "I will see you around, Sven." Collecting his things, Atticus gave her one last attempt at a smile. It was bigger, wider, and yet still unable to reach the dullness in his eyes. When he left, the fire seemingly settled to a lower...

He opened the first book to where he had marked a place within, cleared his throat and read. "There are three ways to test unidentified potions. Exposure to natural elements, spellwork, and the potion testing. Please turn to page 681." Atticus then found the next marked page. "Potion testing...

"I believe the same." Atticus gave her a sad smile. It was tired, drained, as if there was a weight bearing on him. That his smile was able to still take shape was a testament of his new self since coming to Elbion. Making friends had been a blessing, and a lightness all the same. "You will...

"And you will get them!" Atticus muttered, reaching for his bag and taking out a book. He winced once he looked to Suleiman and the cheek sporting the rouge Aiko gifted him. "Anything to help you out, Sully." He sighed, almost begrudgingly. There was still pink to his cheeks, slowly receding as...

He needed a moment. Atticus rose up and walked back towards the large window he had been lazing along the window bench. His things were still there, neatly splayed out around where his form had been trying to read earlier. It was as if he purposefully placed them where they were to appear busy...

Atticus held several books in hand, and was not smiling due to having to lug them all the way from a class several floors above. He had dropped a book, but a passing fourth year girl with a confident smile was able to save it from splaying open upon the stone floor. The way she executed the...

He flinched. Head snapping up, Atticus stared at Svenia. Saw her attempt at forgetting the question that haunted him. "Yes... that one." He had finished it already, but if she asked him in that moment what his work was looking like, he would be unable to recall exactly what he had written. "I...

It was a simple question, but Atticus knew not many would know how heavily it would pull at his strength. It started at the corners of his lips, how they would fall downwards as the cheer and spark of life in his dark eyes would fade into the dark brown irises. How a person was now stepping back...

Pink certainly was not Atticus' colour, but it brightened across his cheeks in a vibrant shade as he helped Svenia to take a seat. The poor young man practically threw himself back in a bid to put distance between himself and Sven, too preoccupied with the scandalous comment Suleiman had said...

Atticus sipped his coffee, and a surprising and delightful sound came from him as he looked down at his drink. No milk. No cream. There was something about this in the way it was prepared that made it feel light across his tongue. Soft and smooth, the crema still intact even as he gave it an...