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Ambrose tapped his foot impatiently as the phone rang, fidgeting with a stain on his pants. Finally a hesitant voice on the end called out a tentative "hello". Ambrose was silent for a moment, throat dry and his mind blank. But he regained his bearings and huffed, standing up to pace back and forth. "Er, hi. This is um Ambrose, from earlier today... Samantha gave me this number?" He said uncertainly, unsure if he even had the right person on the end of the line. "I was invited to the party tonight and well... I was wondering about it. Not sure where it is or even when it starts." Ambrose admitted with a huff, finally he stopped his babbling to wait for the reply with baited breath.

Ambrose rubbed his eyes as he stepped away, noticing only Caleb briefly who was already walking away. He stared after for a beat longer before refocusing. He wasn't sure what he saw in the man, but all he knew was that he couldn't handle any kind of relationship. So he pushed those thoughts out of his head and pulled out his phone, downloading the app recommended by Caleb. On his way out, he passed his roommate. They both shared a scrowl as they met eye contact. His roommate was tall, graceful, and shiny blonde hair rested atop his head. Basically the opposite of Ambrose. The roommate went by the name of Anthony.

Shaking his head as he stepped back out onto campus, he wondered what he should spend the rest of his day doing. Maybe visit the library to throw himself into studies? Or finally getting around to finish that one painting? Ambrose held his backpack closer, sitting down on the edge of a fountain with a sigh. The magic world was exciting and new, almost addictive, but Ambrose still felt out of place. Like he always had. Maybe he really did need something to take the edge off, possibly something like a party. Ambrose took out the scrap of paper with the number on it, pausing a moment before deciding to punch in the numbers. He waited nervously as the phone began to ring.
Ambrose shifted restlessly as Samantha drilled him with questions, which was only interrupted by Caleb's interjection. Ambrose hung on to his every word, even though he hated that he was excited to have attention of Caleb. He blinked at the flirts from Caleb. Was it flirting? Or maybe he was just being arrogant and self-centered? Either way, a blush graced his cheeks at the comment. "Sure... I'll consider that, thanks."

Ambrose scooted up in line once Caleb was called over to the desk. Clutching his papers, he refocused back on Samantha. His eyebrows raised at Caleb's profression. "Wow, um, that's...interesting." He said, not completely how to respond or even how to feel about it. It wasn't really his business yet. "What party?" He asked but the phone number was shoved into his hand and Samantha had already bounded off. He was left there in line, still processing the interaction that just took place.

But snapped out of his pondering, the large women at the desk beckoned him forward with a sharp bark. He plopped down and began the tiring process of registration. Although he was prepared, it was still grueling and time-consuming. Finally, his classes were assigned and he was given his student ID. Ambrose sighed heavily as he stepped away from the desk, dismissed by a flippant wave of the hand.
Shifting from foot to foot nervously as the line slowly progressed further. It still seemed to go by agonizingly slow. Noticing the process of registration, Ambrose paused to dig through his backpack and pull out the form required. Thankfully he had completed it beforehand, but he was still unsure if he had done it right. It felt like the people who plopped him onto this campus just assumed he knew what to do. Felt like he was left to the wolves and had to figure it on his own.

Ambrose watched the loud girl bound back up to her friend, handed over the promised coffee. But he was quite surprised when she noticed and turned to him. "O-oh..." He sputtered, taken off guard. Ambrose seemed to shrink under the stares of the two, Caleb was practically staring a hole into him. Ambrose wasn't sure if he liked it or not

"Yeah, I'm new." He gathered himself, "Uh, he's right. You're scaring me a little." He said with a brief chuckle. His face heat up at Samantha's compliment, not used to such flattery. "I'm Ambrose." He said with a slight nod, and motioned to his stuffed backpack. "I'm a freshman, so... I'm not completely sure on how everything....works around here." He admitted up front, shrugging his shoulders.

@WindsOfFate
With a jerk, Ambrose rolled out of the bed. The slam of the dorm-room door had startled him from his doze, which was done by his aloof roommate. They somehow gotten off on the wrong foot in their first meeting, and now the two seemed to be at odds. It didn't bother Ambrose much he had already made an enemy at this new place, he just wish he didn't have to share a room with the guy.

Growling, Ambrose pushed the black curls out of his eyes and focused his gaze on the clock set upon the dresser next to his bed. With a yelp he sprang to his feet and stuffed his textbooks and other school supplies into a backpack then bolted out the room. He hustled out and onto the campus, he paused briefly when the sun hit his face. Taking in the fresh air, Ambrose took a moment to contemplate how normal the academy looked at first glance. Everyone looked like usual college kids; besides the magic they were performing of course. Other then that, college life matched what was on TV mostly. The dramatic chance of Ambrose's life was still something he hadn't fully registered yet.

Suddenly remembering why he was rushing in the first place, he picked up his pace again and jogged across the lawn towards the registration office. As soon as the young man approached, the long line immediately came into view. With a sigh he stepped into place, still panting from his run. Ambrose once again pushed tangled locks out of his tired eyes, shifting from foot as he watched a girl hop off, shouting back "your usual?" to the guy in front of Ambrose. Who nodded in response. Ambrose could only make out he profile of his face, and he couldn't but noticed the defined jaw. With that he was suddenly aware of his ratty appearance, adorned only in dark grey sweatpants and a black turtleneck.
@WindsOfFate

Yeah a one year difference sounds good to me! And yeah a party would be a good setting for their first meeting lol, should the summoning stuff happen after or during this party?


I am still 100% interested in this but yeah its best to pause until/if @HushedWhispers comes back T_T

if she doesn't I wouldn't mind roleplaying with you all in a different RP :]
BTW I'm going on a trip for two days, I think I MIGHT have wifi idk just a heads up





Ambrose tensed up as more people filed into the room, which was his normal reaction whenever surrounded by a number of people he isn't quite familiar with. But he swallowed his discomfort, being on a reality TV show meant you had to participate with the group. So Ambrose resigned to stare at the disgusting glob of syrup on Ashanti's plate.

"You're gonna rot your teeth out with all that sugar." Ambrose's rigid expression melted into a soft smirk as Casimir strolled to his side. He snorted at Casimir's comment, "I could say the same to you, Casimir." He shot back, and reached up to try and pat down some of the more wilder curls atop his head. "I'm pretty sure I heard a bit of your music last night." He paused, "I guess it wasn't half-bad." Ambrose said with a note of playfulness. Ambrose had only known Casimir for a week, and honestly, he was a bit surprised by how fast they had made friends. Or at least how fast Ambrose had become comfortable with him, which was quite a rare sight for the introvert.

Taking the last sips of his second cup of coffee, Ambrose's gaze drifted to Caleb who sauntered into the kitchen with his usual grin. Ambrose noticed the revealing clothes on him right off the bat, but he didn't let his mind linger long on it. Instead, he was slightly downtrodden as Caleb past right by without a single glance towards his direction. Ambrose breathed a light sigh and set the now-empty cup of the counter top. What did he expect? Ambrose had shown little affection towards Caleb so he should have expected something like this. And besides, he wasn't exactly looking his best.

But he raised his eyebrows at the small jab towards Casimir. He glanced up at his friend, to see if he would react to it or simply move on. "Uh, I think there is a bit of coffee left, you want some Casimir?" He asked, circling the counter top and reached up for another mug in the pantry. Pouring the last of the pot and offering it out to him. Ambrose knew that drama like this was encouraged, but he still couldn't resist his instinct to be a peacekeeper.


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