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  If there was a class called 'Sweets & Chocolates 101' in Liseranna then Iravis had unmovable faith that the demon would be the one teaching it.  The tests would probably involve eating various chocolates, and discussing how sweet they are in essay format.  

  Despite the annoying amount of information, the Phoenix did find it highly educational, and the red-haired girl found herself taking mental notes despite herself.  [color=salmon][i]Maybe I should have been a scholar instead of a Goddess.  Might have been less trouble.[/i][/color]

  Before she could manage a sarcastic comment, the Phoenix's mind was filled with the director's words.  It seemed like Iravis would have to go to class A-190 instead.  She could always explain the problem to Mr. Wick later, and in the teacher's own words it was a bad idea to defy the will of the director.  The Goddess was sure he would understand.

  As they walked into the classroom the red haired girl sat down in the front row wanting for both of her teachers to notice her.  She couldn't help but shoot an honest smile towards each of them individually, a little happy she didn't have to choose between the men who saved her life.  They were the only two Pyromancers locally that the Phoenix could detect, the fact being that she could keep tabs on them and therefore trust them.

  It was clear that Lyssa had full intentions to stick with her new friend no matter where the Phoenix sat, so maybe being up front would help keep the hellion in line for a bit as well.  Iravis wanted to smite the demon out of pure frustration, but the goddess put up with the company anyways for some reason she couldn't fathom.  

  [color=salmon]"I know of it, but I've never ventured there.  I feel I have better ways to spend my funds."[/color]  In reality, the phoenix had no money at all and refused to get a job.  So she wouldn't be receiving anything unless someone offered them.  [color=salmon][i]I could ask the director for funding, he housed me after all![/i][/color]

  Before Lyssa could respond however, the phoenix felt Sir Wicks flame burn like the fires that ended Rome.  It was an unhealthy level of power that the goddess was sure no mortal could produce, and she could tell he was trying to suppress it.

  Iravis was too stunned to respond when Sir Alistar picked up the hat that landed at her feet.  But one thing was clear.  Someone had definitely tried to kill Sir Wick.  Panic flowed through her body as the Phoenix fumbled to form the words that this was not an accident.