Regis Dimitrios"Greetings sir slash madam second year Mage of St. Fortuna's Academy for the Higher Arts whom I may or may not have already met! You have been graced with the opportunity to form contracts with the illustrious, esteemed and distinguished Regis Panayiotis Kyriakos Timorous! I can only imagine you are overcome with glee and various forms of exuberance at this annoucement, but I must urge you to control yourself and your rampaging hormones! Or to use some more easily understable vernacular for your potentially uneducated mind, to 'chill out', or 'chillax', or 'relax, bro slash sis'. Any of the three will suffice I'm su--"
Regis frowned at the paper he was reading. For a considerable portion of the train trip, he had been reciting his welcome speech for the Mage he was soon to meet. Aloud. Rather loudly, in fact. The dirty looks and sighs of irritation from the other passengers going completely unnoticed by the snazzily dressed rich kid. Even people outright asking him if he could stop, or at least quieten down a bit, were met with laughter and claims that he was sure no-one
else minded, right? Surely no-one would be so sensitive as to be bothered by something so trifling!
Regis turned to the one sitting next to him, a boy that had headphones up and blasting some godawful 'techno' music. Or 'electro'. Or 'techelectro' or whatever on earth that noise was called. He doesn't need to know such irrelevant nonsense, he's rich! Anyway, the boy's music was quite loud.
"Excuse me!" Regis said, jabbing the boy in the side with his finger. The boy glared at him sharply before dropping down the headgear, raising his eyebrows in exasperated questioning. "First of all, that music is quite loud. You're bothering the other students!" The boy's expression turned into a mixture of bafflement and fury.
"Are you actually ser--"
"Second of all," continued Regis, thrusting his script in front of the boy's eyes. "Is this first sentence run-on?"
"What?"
"A run-on sentence," Regis repeated, much slower this time so he properly understood. "A sentence thats runs-on. Not literally 'runs', of course, more like a--"
"Fucking hell, I'm not taking this garbage anymore." The boy stood up and disappeared down the aisle to find another seat. Regis blinked in incomprehension, watching him go.
He was silent for the rest of the trip.
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Regis went to retrieve his luggage as quickly as possible when he exited the train. The line be damned! He was at an unfair disadvantage with his height, if he sticked too long in the crowd he was bound to be crushed alive! Having pushed through several people, receiving several insults and short-lived rants, he managed to succeed in his endeavour and breathed a sigh of relief. He wasn't trampled! It was a miracle!
He attempted to scan the crowd of people for anyone he vaguely knew in some manner. This proved borderline impossible as the mass of people all seemed to tower over him. These were students, right? Have so many of them failed their classes and been held back so many years that they've all unfairly grown to the size of monsters? Is it drugs? Is there some popular height modifying drug that has been circulated around to everyone? How immoral!
Regis continued to push through the crowd, until someone vaguely familiar caught his eye. That's right, that girl will the name of a gem! That he'd never really talken to at all with before! He's forgotten all of other classmates names, but with a name like that, there's no way he'd forget! He marched up to the awkward looking browny-red haired girl with a beaming smile. "Greetings, Sapphire! Long time no see!" He frowned. "Uh, wait, no. Greetings... Lapis! Wait, no. Quartz! Hi, Quartz!" That's definitely it. No mistaking it.
Before she could correct him, or even say anything at all, he thrust his script towards her. "One question, is this first sentence too long?"
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