“OUT OF MY WAY EXTRAS, TOUGH GUY COMING THROUGH!”
Everyone knew by now that when one was in the hallway and Kalix was also in the hallway that they either moved or would be knocked down. Many moved out of the rambunctious initiate’s way as he furiously stormed through the hall, a feverish look in his gold eyes. He was clearly searching for something, but for what exactly, no one could tell nor did they care (or dare) to ask. Because the truest thing about Kalix was that he was entirely eccentric.
It meant that he’d either appreciate someone trying to help him search for whatever he was looking for or he’d take complete and total offense towards it and would punish them for trying to bother him.
“ANYONE SEE PERCI?!” He hollered as he came out of a empty classroom and slammed the door shut behind him, seemingly shaking the wall.
“Initiate Kalix, behave before I make you behave.” Proctor Palahniuk hissed at the raven-haired man, giving him a withering look that for a moment did cause Kalix to shrink back in his presence. “Instead of making a racket perhaps you should instead study for tomorrow’s test on the Complexities of Fehu, Ingwaz, Wunjo and Gyfu in Modern Runology and Alchemical Applications for Temporal and Redirection Magic of—“
“That’s why I’m trying to find Perci!” Kalix interjected. What the heck was that test title? Kalix couldn’t remember anything past the word “the!”
“Have you maybe thought about looking in the library?” Proctor P said sourly. “For interruption I hope you’re ready to write a essay this weekend on why the proctors of this academy still deserve respect.” And with that the proctor spun on his heel, heading far, far away from Kalix who looked at him disgruntled. Why in the name of Kress would Perci be in the library?