As the games went on and Trysten played he grew a little frustrated with the fire spirit.  Not really break bones or smash faces mad, but he really wanted too beat him.  Eventually that guy, and a smaller shy kid Trysten had given a controller, both left.  With no one else too play with Trysten figured he should go too his room as well, see where he'd be sleeping for the next year.<br/><br/>Walking to his room, Trysten stopped a moment when he found the door was locked.  That must mean his roommate was inside, but why lock the door?  Must be doing something he didn't want others too see.  "Well, if he's got stuff too hide that's his business, but I've still got too get inside."  Trysten thought too himself.<br/>Knocking on the door Trysten started speaking too whoever was on the other side.  "Hey, this is Trysten.  You wouldn't mind letting me in, would you?  I kinda want too make sure all my stuff made it."<br/><br/>-----<br/><br/>Alma sat on a cushion on the floor of his room,  on the outside of a massive copper ring laid on the floor.  Inside the ring were numerous symbols, lines, a wooden mannequin, and a small grey crystal that glowed a light blue color.  Alma mumbled a few more enchantments, and the glow of crystal slowly floated to the mannequin, until it rested over it's 'heart'.  Alma let out a few more enchantments, and then with a surge of energy the blue light entered the dummy and it's eyes opened for the first time with blue light.  It stood up, looked around the room, at Alma, then walked over too what looked like a blue wardrobe.  Opening the doors it showed rows and columns of dummies, expanding farther out than should physically be possible, and all with bright blue eyes.  All the dummies shifted, and the new arrival stepped into the space they opened up, letting the door swing closed behind it.<br/><br/>Alma stood up from his cushion, stretching out sore muscles as he recovered from the spells.  He walked over too his desk and picked up a bottle of soda, snapping his fingers at a old lantern that hung above the room.  As the blue flame came on, Alma could see the entire room, a vast improvement over his usual ten foot radius.  The room was rather large, the largest classroom in the school actually, and it needed too be.  Dark magic isn't the friendly kind like light, it wasn't reversible like transmutation, and it hurt a whole lot more than nature or elven magic.  If you practice dark magic, you have lots of room, and possibly a few magical barriers.<br/><br/>The floor of the class was covered in symbols and lines, making a schizophrenic pattern across the floor.  Over by the dummies' wardrobe sat a second wardrobe, this one painted black,  on the door was a picture of a sword and a axe crossed.  The another feature of the room was on the far side of the room, four rows of fifteen chairs.  In between the chairs and the rest of the class was three parallel lines, red, blue, and yellow.<br/><br/>The final defining feature was on the wall begin Alma's desk, a pair of swords in their sheaths.  One was shaped like a katana, with a dark blue sheath and a sky blue handle.  The other was a European sword, with a black leather sheath, iron handle, and a black gem in the butt of the handle.  Surrounding the swords was a circle of highly complex symbols, ranging from Egyptian too Norse too Babylonian.  Those where Alma's pride and joy, and all who touch them will burn in the darkest depths of hell.<br/><br/>Alma let out a content sigh as he leaned back in his nice plush spiny chair.  It may not be perfect, but it sure was close.  Alma let a smile spread across his face, excitement for the new year of school was at its max.  Someone knocked on the door, dinner.  Standing up, Alma walked towards the door out of his room, his smile growing wider by the moment.