Ried frowned, he knew what she was thinking. That it would be easier to get the tattoo than to manage her abilities but the thing is... they had no idea what would happen if they were to put this mark on a Moroi but the Witches agreed it wouldn't be anything good. To nullify a magical being's magic would be like cutting out a part of them. A Moroi's magic was deeply wound into them, it responded to emotions and their will. If you were to nullify such a thing it might be like amputating part of the soul... It might just empty them out of everything, not just the magic. 

"It would be a last resort... Something only used to protect others from danger if there were no other option. We've never used it on Moroi before, there could be... complications."

As she reached out and touched the mark a jolt of electricity pulsed through it and shot up his arm... it was like hitting your funny bone too hard. He could feel the shock all the way into his teeth. It was an odd sensation but it didn't seem to phase her and so he supposed she hadn't felt it at all. It did, however, make him curious as to why she'd be able to affect the mark like that. He'd have to see if the touch of a spirit user did the same before he'd be able to narrow the effect down to just her and analyze it.

"With a Moroi the magic is so much a part of them that to nullify the magic itself may cause irreperable damage. Spirit users use medications sometimes for depression and it dampens their magic, perhaps you could try that. I need you clear headed for a while and your magic is so raw having something to tame it somewhat may help you in classes."

He considered it... Something to dampen moods, level her out. "I'll talk to the nurse about Xanax. It's a relatively common treatment for moodswings and anxiety. It could help."

He stood and ran a hand through messy hair, "Look... I'm not really good at looking after people. It isn't my forte. I'm a hunter, I use my magic to kill things not to teach. This is going to be a work in progress for both of us." He sighed, "It was nice meeting you Clementine."

Those wide eyes of hers seemed to see everything and for some reason they'd had him talking far more than he usually did. He found himself WANTING to help her rather than it just being a chore he was being forced to do. She looked so... vulnerable that he couldn't help feeling like he needed to help protect her. She'd had it rough and maybe he could help smooth the passage through this year for her. Sure, it wasn't his policy to get involved but he was already having to help her anyway... He told himself he was just protecting his student.

"Get some rest..."

~*~

Kayla moved down the halls of the school. Yeah, she was supposed to have waited for that witch guy but he was late and patience wasn't her thing. She tucked her hands into her pockets and ignored the odd looks she was receiving from the students that passed her by. There weren't many here, usually the students didn't show up till tomorrow but Ried had been instructed to get the 'Transfer Students' in early so they could be made comfortable with their surroundings.

She sighed, tilting her head as she focused her hearing and closed her eyes. There didn't seem to be much going on currently, some teachers chatting... Guardians talking about the school's boundary. Noise that sounded like fighting in the gym... but considering what the students here were taught that wasn't really very surprising. She opened her eyes and huffed, wondering where the rest of the transfer students were.

~*~

Dylan stripped from the jacket of her jogging suit revealing a black tank top beneath. She rolled her shoulders and stretched, considering where to start. She'd been tempted to place Ried's face on one of the dummy's and pummel it but she'd gotten her temper under control by now... Plus, jealousy over someone that she cared so much about was an ugly emotion. She wrapped her wrists carefully as she thought back on the way Clem had been watching Ried with wide eyed curiosity... and felt another pang she quickly shoved down and to the back of her mind. It wasn't okay to feel that way about Clem, it wasn't okay for her to fight either as a Moroi but she did said the other part of her conscience.

She scoffed, if Clem ever found out about the real way that Dylan felt... Dylan wasn't sure she could handle her best friend avoiding her or becoming awkward around her. It was why Dylan kept her emotions under a tight leash. If Clem were to stumble on THAT emotion and take it for what it was rather than just the love for her best friend when in truth she was... She bit her lip, HARD.

"Stop thinking about it..." Besides, maybe it was just a phase. She worried about Clem a lot, she'd always been there to help her... always been the one Clem had come to when she needed help... needed to calm down. She'd brushed Clem's hair, cuddled with her in bed to stave off nightmares more than once. She was just confused, she was sure of it. Clem was pretty, sure. Maybe it was all those times the boys had teased her that made Dylan so protective, so indignant and to see her as beautiful.

Dylan sat in the middle of the gym floor with a huff, resting her head against one knee. This was a cruel joke really... Clem wasn't the only one who got made fun of. Dylan was a freak too... She was too strong for a Moroi, too into learning to fight, too disinterested in politics and social events. She didn't really have any Moroi friends, all her friends where Dhampirs... She rubbed the back of her neck, Clem seemed to think that Dylan could fit in where ever she wanted, they'd had small spats about it before... Usually starting with Clem saying something like, "You don't understand, you can do ANYTHING." Sometimes being put on a pedestal wasn't all it was cracked up to be, sometimes it put more distance between Dylan and her bestie than anything.

She flopped onto her back and stared at the ceiling... It wasn't just Clem she was worried would find out. What would her parents think? What would the other students think... Would it cause more trouble for Clem? She laughed at herself, why did any of this matter right now. Ried was just a boy... the first boy that had paid Clem true attention, but still just a boy. What were the odds that she'd actually end up liking this guy? She was being overly dramatic...

She stood and brushed herself off, taking a fighting stance, before she let into the dummy in front of her with a vengence. Moving faster than a dhampir even if her hits weren't as hard. She was a blur as she lost herself to her training... She wouldn't have even heard if someone had entered.