Avary continued walking, not even fazed by the disembodied voice, he continued walking, until he got to a wall with a small crack that let him see into, the headmistress' office! This is too good.
He watched the Headmistress give another person, presumably a teacher, an amulet.
He then got a chill, not the kind from before with the voice, but the kind that told him a demon was near.
"Uh-oh, better get back to my room before I'm noticed to be missing by that Lich or something else." Avary said, turning around and walking back to his dorm.

Returning to my room, I sighed in relief. Though my room was only lit by my eye its foundations were much more comforting and didn't give me a dangerous impression. However once I got comfortable anger would surge through. "How could I? The great and almighty Fafnir, be intimated by mere darkness?!" I thought to myself allowed, clenching my fists before throwing the gem on the bed. "Impossible, surely it was just the cold conditions, nothing scares a dragon, let alone a knight." I grumbled, giving myself false reassurance and lies of my greatness. As I began to lie to myself, I would sprawl back over my treasure horde, more careful of it as I didn't want it to spill again.

@Overlord24 My eye awoken to the sound of the door opening, Gleaming like a bonfire in the night. "Who dares trespass in my lair?!" I exclaimed as the rustle of golden coins falling and clashing rang through the room. Sitting ontop of my treasure horde with my tail protectively guarding its borders. I glared at the newcomer as a puff of smoke exhaled from my nostrils, studying him with a stern expression. The heat in this very room had increased drasticly, so much so one could swear they were standing under summer heat.

@dragonmancer
"Is it me or is hot in here? Haha, well this is also my room apparently, and I'd appreciate if you didn't ask where I was. Goodnight." Avary said tiredly, then flopped down on the nearest bed.
"And I saw you talking to the lich before, I admire you were able to keep your cool against it."

@Overlord24 At first I was enraged and untrusting towards this, this boy, entering, sharing my room, my lair! Had I not been seeking acceptance and society I would have incinerated him in a heart beat, however I remained silent and vigilante, seeing him just flop over, and even complimenting me before falling asleep. His flattery allowed me to settle, tolerating his presence enough to let him sleep in peace. I would do the same, laying over my pile of treasure and shutting my eyes once more.

Lilith walks out of her office and looks down the dorm hallways. She raises her hand and the doors unlock before swinging inside, cold air from the rooms meeting the warm air of the corridor. "Students...it is time for class." She says, quietly yet loud, her voice echoing through the doorway of every room. She walks down the hallway to the door at the other end, stepping inside...before the door disappears with no trace physically or magically that there was ever a door.

@Overlord24

I slowly opened my eye, the illuminating property of it barely noticeable to the sunlight in the room outshining it. Yawning as I stretched over my treasure hoard. It was the first night in the while that I had slept so good. Cold and still a tad sleepy, flames would burst off of my body brilliantly, almost completely blanketed by fire. The heat was satisfying to shake off the cold temperatures of the room, and 'cleansed' my body of burning dirt and bacteria. As I stood there, ignited, I looked over to my roommate,

@dragonmancer
Avary woke up to an intense heat in my room.
"Can I help you?" Avary says looking at his drakon roommate. "I don't remember going to sleep in an oven."

@Overlord24 My eyes narrowed at him. "Morning routine, besides its time to get up." I spoke sternly, not appreciating his company.

@dragonmancer
"Well, I'm just used to colder temperatures. And I'll get dressed. I wonder if we have any classes together, but by that look, I'd think you'd prefer if we never saw each other again," Avary says pulling on his shoes, "I really don't care either way. Bye." At that Avary left, going to find his first class.

@Overlord24

Assured that my treasure was safe now that my roommate was gone, I'd get out of my hoard. the fire around me dying as I got back into my suit of armor, I'd walk to my first class to as well.

Athena yawns as she awakens from her slumber. She looks around her office and looks to the pile of drool which stained the book she was reading. "W-w-why did I have to fall asleep at my desk.. I was busy res...." She looks towards the clock and panics as she needs to set up for her class. She grabs her class list and her book she was researching. Her door swings open and she rushes towards a large room down the hall. Athena throws her stuff down on the classroom desk and starts to write on the whiteboard behind her so she is ready for her students

As I began to walk down the staircase at the spire, I noticed how warmer and bright it was in comparison to its intimidating atmosphere at night, I would begin to appreciate the walls and ceiling around me, however this distracted me. Slipping on a step from not paying attention I would again tumble down the long spiraling staircase, rolling and hitting each step creating a series of echoing metallic sounds and heavy thuds until I reached the bottom of the stairs, face planting on the floor, and groaning.

@dragonmancer
As Avary walks around trying to find his classroom, he passed a set of spiral stairs, and witnessed his roommate faceplant after falling down all of them.
"Smooth moves roomie, do you know where, Mr. Mors class is?" Avary asked, because he had know idea where the class was.

Rei opened her eyes half-way before yawning. She rubbed her eyes before opening them completely and seeing the outside through glass. It appeared that she had fallen asleep at the window during the night, which wasn't too surprising to her, given the fact that she drops like a rock when she's tired. She stood up and once again yawned, not caring about her legs being asleep. She stretched before replacing the dress she had been wearing with a black and blue cloak that went down to her feet. The blue parts were a hood and a large band around her waist. She felt much more comfortable in this attire. "Much better." she said to herself quietly before going over to her bag and pulling out a moderately sized messenger bag. She put in some notebooks, a pen, her special pen, and a pencil before proceeding to pile in the candy. Once that was finished, she left her room and began heading to class.



Thanatos finished setting up his classroom as he set down one last grimoire upon the dark surface of a desk. He then proceeded to shroud the books in darkness, making them blend in with the desktops for a trick he would do later. He had made all of his preparations earlier, so all he needed to do was wait. He sat down behind his desk and put his feet up on the furniture as he waited for the students to arrive.

Mr. Mors set up his History class as a few kids wandered in. It was a surprisingly blank room lined with books from all over the world, some from other realms even. Behind his desk was a collection of books 'lost' in antiquity, and a few handy trinkets, he picked up his pencil and drummed on the desk waiting for the students to stroll in. Most of the pupils at this fine establishment would be taking his class, few knew enough not to. He read over some notes on Demonology and the like pushing his glasses up on his nose. Though he seemed the same age as most of the students there, Mr. Mors had a deepness to his eyes that was only found after millennia of suffering. Even if some of the Students rivaled him in age, none could say the same for knowledge. Across the hall he could see one of there new teachers pull her door open and begin to set up shop. He decided to go wait by the door for any other students he hadn't had the chance to introduce himself to yet.


Luke woke up in a cold sweat, he had slipped to deeply into the dream realm and was now watching a scene of parts of the Institute catching fire, students being turned to dust inside. The image of what could only be a God appeared in Luke's head and he flinched at the site of it. "You should not be here," Its voice rang like the striking of a bell throughout his skull, his nose began to bleed as he held on for a few more seconds. "leave now!" The voice shouted in his head as he was brought to his knees.

He was now sitting there looking at the newcomer that had wandered in the night before as he had had his slumber undisturbed. He picked up his shirt from the bedside table and through it over his body to cover up his tattoos there. He grabbed a towel and wiped the sweat off his face as he turned to the new comer, picking up his scarf as he did so. There was something about this person, there Aura was black almost. No mater, he thought to himself, he wasn't here to pick fights now, or make friends now was he? He strolled over to the persons bed side wrapping the scarf around his head as he approached. He lightly kicked the end of the bed with his boot trying to wake the boy. "Class starts in like 10 minutes if you were going." He said picking up his satchel and throwing in some note books, and other necessities, he was on his way to the door, pulling it open gently. He made his way downstairs, watching a boy tumble downward as he approached the ones on his flight.
@Lord Hailstorm

Mathigyle never slept, he merely brewed potions and wandered halls every once in awhile. The darkness didn't keep itself quaint. He would need to advise the boy with the short, black hair to not wander so aimlessly in the middle of the night. And to not peep in such convenient holes that the Head mistress and he had inexplicably missed. There were no cracks now, the lich could feel it. Mathigyle had too many tasks to complete to always be on guard. The next, unwatched night might be more... eventful.

Mathigyle's courses were instructed approaching evening, and in the dead of night for the advanced students. It was when Mathigyle brewed best, and received his greatest inspirations of alchemical genius. Checking three watches and tracing the air with his finger, the lich estimated a rough time table in which he had to brew before class. He was in one of his many, secret laboratories within the school, but it was impossible to tell which. "Soon..." Mathigyle arched his creaking neck towards Jeffrey. "Soon."

@kagethekiller

And as Mr. Mors wandered into his classroom, there would be a tiny glass container on the corner of his desk. The size of a thimble, it was in the shape of an Erlenmeyer flask. Microscopic bubbles collected at the center of the bright pink liquid and radiated to the outer walls of the glass before popping. The carbonation, though, did not seem to decrease with time. This must be that telepathic potion you asked for. But you were teaching History now! Whether Mr. Mors returned the flask or kept it for his own private use was a decision within his hands.

@kagethekiller @NewMoonGamer @Lady Athena @WizardGirl

On your desks were beakers containing an earthy brown liquid that seemed to twist about into a central whirlpool, despite any lack of momentum acting upon it. Another of Mathigyle's experimental concoctions, no doubt about it. Veteran teachers would note that Mathigyle often offered one his many concoctions to the faculty after a night's brewing, but he barely mentioned when it was going to happen. Too many zany projects on his mind to think about that. Whether you trusted the lich's alchemy abilities or not, drinking a strange potion was another matter. Those who might drink the potion would be visited by Mathigyle later to collect data. His brews most often yielded beneficial data, but there are occasionally minor mishaps. If you refused the drink, it was no insult; you merely did not wish to take part in the study and advancement of alchemy. Despite your choice, instinct told you another glass would be poured on your desk soon enough.

@Overlord24

I grumbled as I stood up, fixing my helmet as I rose above him. I tried to ignore my foolish situation, as if it never happened. "The history teacher? Then I suppose I have the unfortunate scenario of having to share a classroom with an inferior child." I glared at him with candle like fire. "And to answer your question, no, but I imagine its somewhere down the main hall."

@dragonmancer
"Well mister Drakon, I don't take kindly to being called inferior, or a child, I may only be 13, but I've been around the block a few times, and I'm not inferior, I've taken down many foes that've underestimated me. So watch your reptilian tongue. And thanks for the directions." Avary said turning away.
@Whimsley
As Avary walked towards the main hall, he passed a seemingly normal wall, with an unearthly presence behind it, the Lich.
"Well well well, looks like the Lich has secret rooms. I must find out how to get in." After that, Avary feels along the wall for a loose brick or something to open the wall.

@Overlord24



You remembered the lich coughing forth from a smoky wall that swung itself open on the day before classes; the knowledge Mathigyle had secret rooms was one most knew, but how was one to get in? Ah yes, all secret rooms had secret doors! A shifting book, a secret lever, something of that variety. In this case, perhaps it was a loose brick? You poked, you prodded, and finally a brick flew into the wall space! And another beside it! There was darkness that peered back into you, and you took a closer look.

Inside...

There was...

A raccoon. He smelled of death and tangerines.

Perhaps there were more to the lich's secret rooms than a switch. Whatever the case, the aura you had detected was not the lich's, but that of a simple, mangy raccoon. It scurried away as the bricks inexplicably crashed back into place. The wall looked as if it had been built yesterday. At this point, did you question your own abilities or the abilities of the lich?

In an undisclosed location, an ancient, robed Mathigyle swore into bubbling liquids and swatted the air in frustration as a fly buzzed about.