The morning sun shines brightly through the windows, illuminating enough light in this classroom of twenty young men and women wearing brown leather coats with hoods, but all the hoods are down. The front of the cloaks stop at waist down, but the back goes on to the back ankles of their boots. The coats bear many pockets, four on the chest, one on each sleeve, and one on each side of the waste.
They also wear dark blue cargo pants, tucked into their brown boots with the boot strings. Between the coat and pants, they wear a grey utility belt bearing the symbol of the two roses on the oval made of thorns. This is the symbol of the country these young magicians serve, known as Unum.
The classroom is about one hundred feet in diameter, the center of the north wall, stands a wooden door, four feet wide, eight feet tall. Hinges revealed to be made of steel and the door knob brass. There are two windows, one on each side of the door resting on the wooden wall with lime colored curtains open. The walls are painted white with light golden frames all around the room.
The floor is made of oaken wood, still revealing planks that are well kept clean. The ceiling bears an eight foot diameter chandelier made of metal panted gold, hanging down ten feet from a forty foot ceiling centered from the left and right sides of the room, but twenty feet from the south side of the room. The east and west side of the rooms hold four windows on each wall, evenly spaced out and about five feet below the ceiling, each window being three feet wide and five feet long.
From the door to the first row of seats sharing the same long wooden desk, is about twenty feet apart. The next row is about three feet below in height and spacing another about ten feet from the first row of seats, to the next row of seats. There are a total of five rows, repeating the same ten foot distance until the final row. From the final row is about thirty feet from the southern wall.
In the center of the rows, runs a ten foot wide stairway going to the final floor from the first floor. The center of the southern wall holds a door of the same design and material from the northern door, minus the hinges are not in the side of the classroom. About ten feet from the western wall and five feet from the southern wall is where the classroom instructor’s desk lies. From the eastern wall about five feet and five feet from the south, stands a chalk board about ten feet wide bearing words and symbols still and currently being written by the instructor of the class.
The Instructor is wearing the same kind of clothing as the apprentice mages in the classroom except his coat is a dark blue, matching the cargo pants and having light gold linen. He stands up to six feet and two inches tall, his skin is black, his hair also black with long tied up dreads running down from a pony tail to a few inches below his back neck. He looks to be in his mid-thirties; his body is well physique and moves in a stoic manner. He is wearing square lens glasses and speaks in a strong and stern accent as he gives out his lectures to the students in the class.
He turns around after his long speech and scans around the class room, assessing who among his students are paying attention. Most of his apprentices are eyeing him with upmost respect and waiting for him to continue; a couple of them are jotting down notes and eyeing the board. One however, the youngest looking apprentice and noticeable out of all of them, appears to be reading a book of the class’ material, but he seems to be too deep in his book, he’s not even paying attention to his surroundings nor noticing the classroom fell silent.
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The apprentice next to him has short black hair that goes down to the back of her neck, white skin that hardly has seen the light of day, amber eyes and has freckles on her face. She glances to what he’s reading, then looks to the instructor and nods her head in disapproval to the instructor. The Instructor lets out a sigh and waves his hands around focusing a spot above the apprentice’s head. He mutters a few gibberish words that somehow go together for a few seconds then stops!
The moment he opens his hands, a snowball forms from the air above the boy and falls on his head, resulting the child to drop his book, revealing another book but smaller which appears to be unrelated to the teachings of the classroom whatsoever. The child has blonde hair well combed to the back minus a few strands covering his right eye; his eyes are a deep emerald green. His skin is white, with hints of light tan showing that he has been out in the sun more often, compared to most of the apprentices in the classroom.
He jumps up to dust off the snow off his head and clothes, while most of the apprentices started to snicker; the others just glare at him, especially the apprentice next to him. As he stands straight, he stands to be four foot eleven tall. “Oh com’on teach, doing that sorta thane will make me catch a cold, it’ll make this lil ole star of the town not show up if I develop a fever I reckon.”
Before the instructor would say anything, he’s already looking at the young woman next to the child. She stands up, barely a foot higher than the boy, presenting an irritated look on her face. He expects what will happen next between the woman and the boy, like he has seen this scene play out a hundred times before.
“Apprentice Lancelin! How dare you waste not only all of our time here, but our well respected instructor Korahk! He takes his time teaching all of us even you the fundamentals of magic, but instead you sit here reading your fantasy ‘western novels’ every day, speaking like some bumbling fool!” Before Lancelin could respond to any of her sentences, she just runs off with another sentence.
“Easy ma’am, my words are not merely just…” Muttered Lancelin, until he was again interrupted by the young woman.
“And that accent! I’ll admit it was cute in the beginning but after a while, it has gotten old!” As she sighs from venting out her long speech, Lancelin narrows his eyes up towards her as if he’s expecting what she is about to say in disappointment.
“I’ll admit that you are more talented than all of us in this room at magic which is to be expected of the legendary Lancelin family, but at least act like one! The fact that someone as gifted as you showing lack of motivation is so infuriating! It even starts to affect some of us negatively on even trying our best as mages…” As she finished her speech, around the room the other apprentices nod their heads in agreements.
As for Lancelin, he has been staring at her with a cold blank stare that shows he gave up even trying to argue let alone reason with her since she said the words, ‘Legendary Lancelin family’ as if that was a trigger to him.
Before tensions get worse, Korahk calmly but firmly calls out to the two of them, “That’s enough you two! Apprentice Lancelin, you may wait in my office until this class is dismissed.”
Lancelin does his best to keep a cool smile while he reaches around his chair to pull out a brown cowboy hat that matches his coat with his right hand and places it on his head. While holding onto it, he looks to Korahk and says, "Much obliged gov’ner, it is about time for this outlaw to retire till noon.”
He turns around after lowering his right hand while keeping his head straight he fixes his eyes to the young woman and tilts his hat lower with his left hand and acknowledges her by saying, “Ma’am.” Then he heads off to the stairway.
As he walks down, he catches passing by conversations of the other apprentices’ whispers talking about him such as ‘annoying’, ‘of course he can get away with it, he’s a Lancelin after all’ and ‘He might as well not even show up for the daily target practices…’ while he’s keeping a calm smirk on his face, as he exits the southern side of the classroom door.