Enchanted Academy for the Magically Gifted [REVAMPING] discussion

Anastasiya loved history, especially the Silk road. The question was, what were they studying?

Cecilia came in and sat next to the only girl there in class.

"Hi," Anastasiya said weakly. "I'm Anastasiya Bystrova. Most people call me Nastiya."

"Anastasiya. That's a beautiful name. I am Cecilia. So may I call you Nastiya too?...If you don't mind"

"Yes, sure. But it's more formal to call me Anastasiya Romanovna until we know each other better. That basically means Anastasiya, daughter of Roman."

"No problem Anastasiya! So what other classes do you plan to take this semester?"

Cecilia heard the door open. She looked up and smiled at the girl who just entered.

"Hi," said Anastasiya to the new girl. "I'm Anastasiya. I don't know what I'm taking yet, so if you have suggestions...."

"I'm taking Science, Mathematics, Latin, English, Telepathic Magic and Enchantments. I'm thinking of leaving History though."

"Daphne, come on and join us!"

Anastasia rested her hand on her upper arm. "Telepathic Magic, huh? I could used some help."

"We could meet after school, I could help you! I've been taught that before at home so....what do you think?"

"Sure," Anastasiya said. "I mean, I do know the basics, but I could use some help in refining my technique."

"Well now that class has finished, wanna go to Common Room 1?"

"Let's ask Daphne too, Daphne? What do you say? How about a study group?"

((We'll wait for her, let's not leave her here alone))

"Okay," said Anastasiya
((back from lunch break :))

((Smiles, where are youuuu?))

((hi))
Anastasiya stared around the room.

"Anastasiya, what do you like about history in particular?" Cecilia asked turning towards her.

"I like royal history and I like the history of trade. I don't know exactly why. Maybe it's just pretty dresses and food." Her stomach growled.

"Wait, I have something to eat." Cecilia reaches into her bag, takes out a sandwich and hands it to Anastasiya.

"Oh, no. I have a lunch card, I just haven't gotten there yet. Wanna go to the cafeteria?"
((continue in cafeteria))

Ivanna gets to her class early and sits in a chair in the front. She opens her book and begins to read, black glasses perched on the bridge of her nose. They're a huge contrast to her paper-white skin and hair. Ivanna loves these few quiet minutes before her favourite class starts- there's nearly nothing as peaceful in her mind.

((This our rp?))

((Yup))

((I am in 1st person, okay?))

I look out the window, trying to keep my mind off of what might be the topic of today. I sigh, messing with black magic in my palm. I look at the black flame with a blank expression. It was so different than regular mage fire. I smile, the fire turning into an orb of blackness. I close my fist, the orb returning to fire. I let the fire continue its dance for a few more moments before completely extinguishing the flame. I return my attention to the window. I was so happy I sat in the back.

((Yeah I'm gonna switch to first person))

The class starts and I begin to take notes diligently. I answer almost every question- and answer them correctly. I'm the only one engaged in the lecture but I couldn't care less.

I sigh and look at the teacher, wondering if I could slip by without being noticed. I smile and remain seated. I scan the room and my eyes rest on a White witch. "Hey, You got a pen to spare?"

I sigh and fish a pen out of my pencil case, handing it to the demon in the back. "Just give it back at the end of class."

I smile, "Yeah, no problem." I look at the teacher, making sure she wasn't paying attention. I realese some dark energy around me, sending it around the class. It sneaks up to the teachers desk and looks at the answer key, slithering back undetected. As it returns to me, I smile. All the answers are now in my mind. I start to answer.

I turn around to look at this kid who's stealing my thunder. I'm the history buff. We're talking about French and American relations during the Revolutionary Era in the late 1700s. She asks if we know how the French helped us win the American Revolution. My hand shoots straight up in the air, but she ends up calling on the other kid instead. Goddamn.

I Look up and smile, answering correctly. I smile and wink at the girl looking at me. I finish the last question and hand her pen back to her. "Thanks for letting me borrow your pen." I lean back and goabout playing with the black flames I usually play around with, making different shapes of animals.

"Now wait a minute. That's technically correct, but that's not the full answer. Do you know the specifics?" That's what really matters in history- the little things.

I smile. "I wasn't asked the Specifics now was I?" I smile, feeling the inner smart-ass that I loved so much surface.

I roll my eyes. "You don't know, do you?" I smirk at him

I smile. "You would love to know wouldn't you?" I snicker and lean in. "How does it feel to be the smartest, and least popular? No body wants to hang out with a little miss perfect." I lean back again, A smug look on my face.

"It feels pretty damn great to be the smartest. How does it feel to be a smug asshole?" I snap back

"Better than being stuck up bitch." I fire back.

I gasp and try to retort, but I'm left speechless. I can't believe it- that's so humiliating! The other kids laugh at me as I struggle to find words. My fave gets red and the laughter increases. I hurriedly grab my things and rush out of the classroom when I feel myself starting to tear up

I smile for a second before frowning and cursing under my breath. I run out of the class room looking for her. "Shit!" I run down the hall and turn a corner spoting her. I run up infront of her and stop her. "Hey, look, I am sorry. I didn't mean what I said."

"You wouldn't have said it if you didn't mean it." I mumble before pushing past him. I keep walking, wiping the tears from my cheeks.

I stop you again. "No but you kinda started it. It's not wise to start a fight that you will lose. I have tried to break the Tags I have been given as a Demon. It's not easy when everything wants to shun you. And it is harder when they wanna fight you." I whip your cheek. "I am really sorry." I give a slightly pleading look.

I look down and sigh. "It's alright. It's just really hard for me to go to this school, y'know? I'm not like everyone here." I lean against the wall and slide onto the floor, pulling my knees into my chest. I sigh. "What am I saying? Of course you don't know."

I smile. "I kinda know what you feel. It was the same for me. I always got picked on by this douchebag werewolf, But you can only take so much right. He started dating the girl I once liked. He would rub it my face all the time. One day he walked up to me and shoved me into a locker and said, 'How does it feel to be Unwanted, Demon?' I was humiliated and speechless. So I did what everyone had expected me to do in the first place. I hurt him, bad." I play with fire in my hand. "He was sent to the hospital for 3rd degree burns and broken ribs."

"Oh wow. That's intense. But I mean, at least you can use your powers. I can't, which pretty much makes me an albino-looking normal person. But I know that I'm not a normal person, and I definitely don't look like one. I don't fit in anywhere." I look up at him

I frown. "It's better than only being able to destroy with your powers. That's the only magic I can use is destruction based. and I can only tap into the inborn Magic I have. I have yet to learn anything." I smile and sit down. "I am sure that you will learn."

"But there's no use for my power. It's the worst goddamn thing in the entire world. Someti--" I stop mid-sentence. "Never mind. I'm sure you don't want to hear my whole life story when we've only just met."

I start to get up. "You probably don't want me bothering you. I'll get out of your hair."