Trevor slowly started to realize, that despite his resolve to work as hard as possible on getting better at magic, it wouldn't be as easy as he thought. His first week wasn't even finished, and he already had so much to do between his regular courses and the magical ones, that there was simply not enough time to work on everything.
Yesterday's trip to the library ended late at night when Mrs. Net basically kicked him out. He managed to get some decent notes on some of the alchemical ingredients used during his first class, but that was all.
He didn't even touch the history stuff, and there was much more of it, even if he would just read through the material.
Thinking about that, among the group of all his other classmates, he entered the enchantments classroom. It was the biggest one so far, with the same drifting stones under the ceiling, illuminating everything with a cold, white light. There were many workstations placed along the walls, with the teacher's fully round desk in the very middle covered in strange knick-knacks.
Each workstation consisted of a single desk, a big wardrobe with many drawers, and a space on the ground with a circular pattern composed of the symbols he was slowly getting more and more familiar with.
The person teaching was a man in his early thirties, with blonde hair, carefully combed to the left, exposing the right side of his head, where his hair was completely shaved, making space for a tattoo. Few geometrical patterns, put together, with few of those runic signs.
His face was long, and a stern expression was constantly present on it. The dark green eyes were scanning each student entering the chamber, as he remained behind his desk.
- You can get in pairs, or practice alone. The equipment you brought with yourselves, put it in the wardrobe - he said so loudly, that everybody could hear him clearly.
As he spoke those words, he slowly moved his hand over part of his desktop, pushing some of the knick-knacks. The wardrobes suddenly started descending, until they vanished under the floor, to emerge almost immediately.
- We have a system here, to store your belongings - he explained. - Just remember where your positions are.
Trevor picked the closest free workstation and placed what he brought on the table, to then slowly move everything to the drawers of the wardrobe. As he was doing that, Lena joined him. She didn't have anything with her, and just stood next to him, without doing much except watching him work.
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He found it quite frustrating but kept his mouth shut.
- I see that you are done - said the teacher, as he scanned through the class. - Let's begin then. My name is Vish Northon, and I will be your teacher of the basics of enchantments. You probably already have seen magical wands in your life. That's something I'm gonna teach you how to make. But not only. We will explore protective barriers, useful setups for your further development, and other magical artifacts. Any questions?
Nobody raised their hands, so the professor continued.
- The basics of all enchantment are special runic signs, which combined in more of a structure than a word, and filled with power, can create certain effects. We call this strange language Haddish, from the last name of Lucas Cornelius Haddish, who was the first to discover those letters and started exploring the patterns. There are also people, who associate this discovery with Xavier Velrosh, or Lex Roy, suspecting that the alphabet got its name only thanks to the runic chambers which were developed by Haddish. Even to this day the grammar and some of the runes are unknown to us. Some say that the language slipped through our world during the calamity, alongside magic itself. Some silly minds associate it with the legend of 'The Grand Library'. We won't be occupying ourselves with those matters, instead, we will focus on the practical application. Any questions so far?
Yet again, nobody raised their hands. The students seemed to be eager to move to the meat of the course, instead of dwelling on a boring side dish of history and theory.
The professor waited patiently for a moment, before grabbing a handful of some red powder from a pouch laying on his desktop. He threw it in the air and snapped his fingers. Part of the patterns tattooed on the side of his head flashed with red and the powder assembled into a few rows of strange symbols that remained frozen in the midair.
- Please write those down. Those are part of the Haddish we will be using during our course. You will learn more as you advance to the next grade since those are just the basics.
He went silent after speaking those words and waited for the teenagers to note everything. It took them a few minutes.
He then began a long explanation of the meaning behind each symbol and the connections between them. Some couldn't be combined with others in specific configurations, and some couldn't be combined at all. There were also a few that worked with one another perfectly in almost every configuration.
Trevor quickly noticed that the strange 'F' symbol he already saw in his system on the 'Flare' spell, was present among the batch shown by the teacher, and according to him, it meant fire and was often used in fire magic.
It was a hard part of the lesson, filled with nothing, because there was just so much information, that there was no way anybody could simply remember it all. As the class time was coming to an end, the teacher stopped, to quickly give the students a few titles of books, that he encouraged them to read about the Haddish.
Trevor added them to the long list of what he was already supposed to go through.
He came out of the class tired. Lena on the other hand quite bored. She didn't write anything throughout the whole lesson. Instead, she just watched him do everything.
He didn't have any more magical classes after, and when he finished the last lesson of the day, he headed straight to the library, to continue what he started yesterday.
She, yet again, joined him.