Donald
"I - I don't know, sir. It doesn't feel like that's-" He cut himself off before he could continue on further and wiped his still-dry eyes. 

"I can't do that and I'll never be able to..." Arel's voice broke as he leaned against the counter, now staring at the floor.
Eric
"And why not?" He says, tilting his head and placing his hands on his hips, still with a kind, but cynical, expression on his face, "How can you know you can't when you haven't even tried?" He smirks, "I'll strike a deal with you, take classes for one week, if you are able to cast 3 spells by the end of it you will become a full student, and if you find that you cannot, then I shall send you to any location you wish and provide you with whatever gift you choose. Do you accept these terms?" He asks
Donald
"Because I si-!" The boy interjected, but he cut himself off again, his will to grow upset swiftly being snuffed out as quickly as it appeared. Ashamed of his behavior, Arel placed first one, then both hands over his face, as red as the cover of the book that lay before him on the counter. He could not even bring himself to look Jo'Del in the eyes and merely listened to the Arch Mage's proposal in total silence.

A few moments passed before eventually, a pathetic "Very well" Exited the Nord's quivering mouth.
Eric
"Excellent!" He says smiling wide, he claps his hands together, "Now to seal the deal, I want you to drink something, a minor formality, nothing harmful at all. You don't even really need to drink it, just keep it on you, but it's easier to drink it, cause the bottle takes up so much space." He rambles for a bit, before pulling a glass bottle out of his bag, the fluid is clear but seems to shimmer, "It's perfectly harmless, mostly just water I purified, with a little extra *Something* To give it its special properties!" He holds out the bottle
Donald
Arel sniffs as he skeptically glances into the bottle before taking it with a free hand. "O-Okay..."

What unique properties the Khajiit was referring to, he did not know, but this behaved like no liquid he had ever seen before. He removed the small cork from the bottle and presses it against his lips, drinking it all in one go.
Myrtle
The drink tasted a bit... Metallic, and somewhat electric. Very hard to describe, but whatever was in it, definitely wasn't *Supposed* To be consumed, and likely won't be digested, in fact you can feel it not be digested. A strange feeling shudders through your body, but you get used to it quickly. You can't but feel like something was *Added* To you, and the feeling you're being watched is somewhat *Heightened* But for some reason it's also a bit comforting, like something is watching with the intentions of protecting you.
Eric
"Wonderful! I'd get some rest, first class is in the morning. I believe Tolfdir is giving a class on wards, and in the evening I will be giving a lecture, haven't decided what on, though, I think maybe non-magical self defense."
Donald
As Arel swallowed the metallic liquid, he could not help but cringe with disgust; it was as if he could feel it hit the bottom of his stomach like a boulder. 

"W-What was that?" He muttered to himself as his familiar uneasiness was exacerbated, almost as if he were sharing his shoes with somebody else now.
Eric
"Oh, nothing much, it's harmless, just a bit of soul gem dust, a little 'potion' I make, though only a few people have had the pleasure of drinking it. I'd tell you what it does... But that'd spoil the intrigue." He says with a chuckle, "Would you like me to escort you to your room? I'll have someone deliver you your clothing in the morning."
Donald
"Err, but I-" He gently slapped the hand that held onto his cane and supported his entire body weight. This sense of overwhelming anxiety continued to well within him before he gradually calmed down and adapted to the new presence that was with him.

"Yes, sir." The boy finally met the Khajiit's hazy purple eyes, prepared to be led to his quarters.
Eric
"It will be quite cold as we enter the Courtyard, but I have a solution for that." He says, placing his hand on Arel's shoulder, a spell is cast, Resist Frost, Arel's body suddenly feels a bit warmer, "There, the cold should be no problem, thankfully the robes you will be provided will be quite warm, they were enchanted by one of our instructors, Sergius, he's quite good at what he does." He makes his way toward the exit of the Arcanaeum