Edgar Quantus
Edgar had been sat for a while now, sitting slightly further to the back of the massive crowd that filled the room. There must have been, what, at least 450 people, from what he counted. But something definitely struck him as odd. Why were there so little students here, when the school housed so many? Wasn't the point for all the students to meet their teachers? And it couldn't have just been Year 4s that were there, because he saw some Year 1s, that Year 5 Richard, and others.
The Director started talking, mostly just stuff he had either already heard before or he just tuned out of. It was all mostly related to the Magus games, but something felt missing from what had just happened. Something felt off. Did he miss something? Also, where was Mr Wick, anyways? He was a teacher after all, so why wasn't he around.
"And the most extreme thing about this all! I will give great power and the number one spot to the single person that manages to get me the Heir of Baphel!"
"Y-Your joking...""I know who the Heir is, and I won't ask for the unreasonable, so I'll give you a slight hint."
He can't have just done that... T-There's no way.... T-The b-bastard... why would he say that? In fact, how the hell did he even know in the first damn place? The was nobody who knew who had it, so who could have told him? How could he have known that, out of the 500 odd people he called here, one would be the heir? HOW!
And then the classroom fell into chaos, people yelling, preparing magic. Runes lit up all around, and Edgar just got more stressed. It was like something was enveloping him, something dark. He didn't have an anxiety issue, did he? It couldn't have been the case; someone would have told him. It wasn't the first time, and when he had gone to speak with Rollanda she said he shouldn't worry; at least not for now.
Some people were staring at him now, a bit. They watched him with odd curiosity as he sat, just staring straight at the front. The rune on his cheek began to light, and dim, then light, and dim again. But, a couple minutes after the feeling had washed over him, Edgar felt as if the energy - or whatever it was - was being drained from him; being sucked out of his being. About 20 seconds after he felt fine, like there was never anything to begin with.
So, as the room descended into further chaos, and people prepared dangerous spells in an attempt to intimidate, Edgar stood. It was obvious that, since the school nurse was here, people wouldn't be afraid to attack. Someone had to intervene right?
"Will everybody shut... The fuck... UP?!" he yelled, his voice tearing through all the shouting and fighting. To his left, someone decided it was a good idea to let out a Contritio spell; a ball of fire.
"Som ess bran renis brach" and the fire ball stopped, or at least it looked as it it stopped. It all reality it had just slowed to a crawl, but to everyone that looked at it it would have stopped; it would have been frozen, suspended in time.
"Stop fighting. Everyone. The heir isn't going t-to reveal themselves if this is what will h-happen. So, why don't we just... Meet out teachers, and then we can find the Eye... In our own time..." and with that, he sat back down, letting it sink in to everyone around him. Everyone around probably knew whom he was, or at least what family he belonged to. Time magic was an oddity, that was for sure, but there was only a certain family with that much skill, or even training in incantations. The family of Quantus. The runes on his face faded, as well as the one of his neck, back, chest, arms and eye.
Synth Kane
Synth stood towards the back of the teachers, watching as the room descended into chaos thanks to the directors words about the heir. The bastard just had to say it, didn't he? Thanks to him, things were only going to get worse, and therefore make everyone's jobs more difficult. Not only for the teachers, but for the students too. He watched as Xiao Long attempted to take command, but instead just made things worse. Then as people began threatening, starting spells. And as Edgar stood to take control. Whatever was was gonna happen, it was out of his hands.