Through the old school, up several staircases, against craggy walls, through narrow hallways, up rickety ladders you've come. In search of somewhere where you can maybe, just maybe, learn how to control your less than predictable abilities.
As you come upon a black stained wooden doorway, a sense of forebidding washes over you. But you over look it, guessing that it's just your nerves. This being the most ancient part of the old castle it's no wonder that history seems to pull your heart strings, sending chills up your spine. Spirits whisper behind you, warning you that you might not like the class that you are about to step to.
But you ignore them.
Pushing through that heavy black door your welcomed by a room with large, dirty windows that peer out to the lake on grounds. Spider webs make home in the corners, you wonder where the teacher could be in this candle and torch lit room. But as you place your things on one of the vacant desks your question is answered.
A large chair facing the window shifts, a cloud of silver smoke rising from it as a six foot shadow rises from the velvet arm chair. Her hair, long and red falls past her waist, swishing as she turns, cold gray eyes snapping to you as that heavy oak door slams shut with a clang.
The sound of twisting locks could be heard on the other side, making it ever so obvious that your trapped. She gives a small chuckle, taking another long drag from the joint in between her fingers before speaking in her calm, cool, confident voice, welcoming you to her class, and hope you enjoy your stay.
1. Keep content PG-13
2. No freaking god modding
3. The teacher [Audiophile-1800] is head honcho here.
4. Follow the Guild Rules
5. Follow the Gaia T.O.S
6. Do nay copy the first posts
7. >_O Don't mess up my room!
