It had been ages since Rizel had been in contact with<span style="font-style: italic"> Mortals</span>as he would call them, the dim lights that verberated down the dank halls led Rizel to beleive this Academy was based back to the 16th century and recreated back in the 19th. The portraits also said other wise with old fashioned men that must have been the HeadMasters of this institute, further evidence was given by the methodes that had been situated on frames to show what was allowed and what wasnt, Rizel's eyes scanned the frames whilst he strode silently towards the dinning hall a hintful smirk showing a part of his personality found these rules to be a joke.<br/><br/>1. No running in the halls.<br/>2. Listen to both tutor, teacher and prefect.<br/>3. No fighting on school grounds.<br/>4. No theft of any kind.<br/>5. No sexual activity on the public eye or on school grounds.<br/>6. No skipping classes.<br/>7. No using your abilities whilst on school grounds.<br/>8. No entering the opposite sex's dorms.<br/>9. No unauthorised parties on school grounds.<br/>10. No pranks of any kind to student or teacher.<br/><br/>Rizel knew these rules were mainly aimed at the males of this academy, and thus also told another fact, that there would be compotition in this institute<span style="font-style: italic"> Perhaps this place won't be such a drag </span>a perked brow and a ever growing smile was in visual view now that he had made it to the dinner hall. There was a lot of students and half the teachers the funny thing was all of them had powers that would soon come to light and Rizel would be the one to do it. He was a bit of a rebel in the end always looking for something to do.<br/><br/>The hall echoed with the many voices and sounds of students as they spoke, chattered and laughed with/at each other they were getting to know each other in the end, no school uniform but every day clothing was in sight from T-shirts to jeans, hoodies to shorts all these weired and wonderful styles. Rizel wore a white shirt with a flared out collar, dark blue jeans as well as naey blue worn trainers. His hair was that of bed-hair all natural and a little spun out of places at the back of his head, pure white he was one of the odd peple where they just looked at him with interest, the plain expression reeped most out whilst others were captivated by it.<br/><br/>He sat down in a chair that faced the front whilst the headmaster took the stand to begin his speech n how obligated we are to have made it here, there was silence as the talking was about to begin and Rizel was already bored his pale snow-like colored hands were kept in his pockets whilst he rocked back and forth slightly, most kept away from him because of the cold aura that volumed it's self around him in a sence it kept the unwanted rable away. But that smile came to his face as soon as one of the teacher's that looked like she had E-F cupped breasts took her seat, her chest bouncing from the weight of those juicey twins that were pressed up against her chest due to her tight bra.<span style="font-style: italic"> God damn...Now thats a girl I wouldnt mind having </span>Rizel pressed both his legs up feeling an desire that came naturally to men.<br/><br/><span style="font-style: italic"> Good times....</span>