<div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: 150%; line-height: 116%;"><a class="postlink" href="http://www.creativefreedomrpg.com/viewtopic.php?f=18&amp;t=40719">OOC</a></span></div><br/><br/><div style="text-align: center;"><a class="postlink" href="http://i1268.photobucket.com/albums/jj561/ApolloThirteenth/EndlightLogo_zps3a9c53b7.png">[ img ]</a></div><br/><br/><br/>David was having a pretty awesome day. He had just finished bringing in the final box of stuff from his godfather Eric's house. It was refreshing to be on his own for a change - and being out in the open. David and his godfather have pretty much lived in hiding for all of David's life, though mostly because Eric himself needed the hiding. David didn't have to particularly worry about Edmond or his minions finding him as Edmond himself couldn't "perceive" David or whatever. All David really understood about the spell placed on him by his dead parents was that Edmond couldn't see, or hear, or smell, or track David at all. Those working for Edmond could't either, to an extent. Tracking him down was still difficult for them, though they could perceive him if he was in front of them for anything more than a few minutes.<br/><br/>So, David didn't have to be in hiding and he took the first opportunity he took to escape Eric's iron grip. Unfortunately, underage witches couldn't use magic without the permission of their guardian. A magical precaution that has been in existence since probably forever.<br/><br/>He looked at his iPhone. He had exactly ten minutes to get to class - which he had no idea how to find. The school wasn't too large, one of those small private institutions, but he hadn't been able to actually tour the campus. He'd have to leave his unpacking for later...except maybe he didn't.<br/><br/>David smiled - he could do magic now whenever he wanted. He was 18, so no more, "Don't use magic for everything," from Eric. He brought out his wand from the inner pocket of his leather jacket, made especially for wands by witch-friendly vendors. He spoke the spell as he flicked his wand in a practice, instinctual, motion. The wand glowed slightly and then - boxes began to unpack themselves, cloths hung themselves, books shelved themselves in proper order, and even the bed was making itself. David briefly wondered how magic worked exactly, as he did every now and then. How did magic know how to put the books in order, and what was supposed to go where? He guess that's why it was called magic, but it was still some fascinating to David. He probably would have been a Magics and Alchemy Historian of he had grown up in the magical world and not on the run constantly. But he didn't really mind living amongst humans. He liked them, though he didn't particularly want to be one of them.<br/><br/>He turned to leave - and had to dodge as his sword made it's way across the room to place itself in his closet. It sunk into the wall, hidden from view. "I guess there's still a few things in my closet," he thought wryly.<br/><br/>David didn't like to think too much about the "gay" thing. It was hard enough being on the top of an evil, insane, powerful, sadistic, you-get-the-point, vampire. Just a few months ago, David came out to himself and then to his godfather, who instantly let David know that he didn't care. The supernatural community was more open to things like that, David guessed. Most witches were pagan. He guessed those kinds of prejudices mostly existed in humans, though even that was slowly changing. He took another look at his watch, flicked his wand, and his history book put itself in his backpack and the backpack placed itself gracefully onto his back and he strapped it on.<br/><br/>At the door, he waved his wand over the lock, securing it from unwanted entry. It was a crude spell that would mostly keep the door from being lock-picked, but he'd do the full on protection charm when he had time since those kinds of charms were tricky.<br/><br/>He put away his wand, sighed, and headed out.