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Natasha was in a classroom doing some of her studies on her fire magic. This was her usual practice before the school was to begin. Her feelings hadn't changed and she was normally like this. Any of her friends that she had knew that she would be in the class that she practiced. The class was magic and it was for fire users. This was her classroom and she would go down to the study or somewhere else on campus to relax and study. Her mind figured that if she studied more and more but at a comfortable speed she would enjoy the feeling of learning. Natasha looked up and then looked down again and began to study more on a stronger fire ball since she was new even though she had taken time to master fire magic. ~Where is everybody? They should have arrived at school by now. It is nearly time~ She thought as she continued to scribble certain incantations and so on to summon it and possibly silent summon her magic as well.</span><br/><br/>((Thanks for the welcome Engle.))