Walking through the crowd his well-toned body covered by tight jeans, t-shirt the well-aged moccasins quiet against the grass he stops next to a statue on the green. Leaning against a statue his toned arms folded he scratches at some of the shaved beard as the dean gives his speech Markus looks around the assembled crowd a bag tossed over his shoulder as he scans the crowd a small start at the sight of the demon is plain view. Markus softly mutters to himself. “Hmm don’t know why I’m surprised to see a demon.”<br/><br/>“Hopefully the spirits advice is not a jest.” Listening to the lecture from the dean he pulls a folded page from his pocket reading the class schedule Markus reads throught the list as the speech ends he starts walking off to where his first class should be his eyes wandering the crowd.<br/><br/>Seeing the scorn on many of the magic users faces towards the norms Markus seems to just shake his head clearly not really understanding their hatred of someone who cannot use magic.<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>