<div class="floatright">(https://i.imgur.com/CbThKQ5.jpg)</div><hr/><strong>Location</strong>: Introduction to Arcane Theory<br/><strong>Tagging</strong>: Tara, OPEN<hr/>Nyx was listening to the teacher but not very closely. Most of the other branches of magic interested them very little. So, when Tara poked her and said something slightly playful, Nyx's face clouded into visible confusion. Glancing back to where the teacher was passing around some type of concoction, it took them a second to catch up.<strong>"Why in all the nine hells would I want to breath bubbles? Or fire?"</strong>They looked back at Tara as another wave of confusion prefaced yet another tide of red climbing their neck. This time, at least, they managed to keep their face stable. Their voice, though, not as much. It cracked as they replied,<strong>"Kiss?"</strong>Visibly reagaining control, they huffed in annoyance,<strong>"That wasn't funny, Tara. Guh!"</strong><br/><br/>Twisting back around, they had to grip their desk a bit to regain some of their calm.<em>Why does she do that? It's not that funny to make my face fall!</em>Biting the tip of their tongue, they focused on the werewolf jock who was now coughing bubblews more than breathing them. Their eyes went wide and a giggle escaped from behind the bars of their hand. ANother werewolf was hitting the jock's back now which was causing more eruptions and hiccups instead. Nyx was giggling in fits now. She twisted to Tara,<strong>"Ever thought you'd see a werewolf barfing up bubbles though? Gods, what a class!"</strong><br/><br/><hr/><strong>Location</strong>: Botany Class<br/><strong>Tagging</strong>: Tara, OPEN<hr/>Nyx was front and center. Not because they had any interest in rooting around in the dirt, soil, loam, but because they had gotten to the class a little later than the rest. They poked at the pile of dark, rich earth and swallowed hard. The first thing they had done as soon as they were mentioned was put on the too large, scratchy gardening gloves. It wasn't that they disliked being dirty, exactly, but earth just wasn't their element. As they started to scrape the dirt back into the pot, they hit something hard. Scraping around it, they issolated a small brown rock. Figuring it was some type of super-packed soil, they tried to break it only to hurt their hand instead. Hissing unhappily, they raised their hand,<strong>"Are there supposed to be rocks and sh- er, stuff in it?"</strong><br/><br/>Still, the idea of growing their won plant was fun. Pot, not so much. They made a face as they expected at least one idiot to do so. So, as long as they had the teach's attention, tehy added quickly,<strong>"Would a tiger lily be fine? Not too ordinary?"</strong>Flushing a bit, they focused on putting the soil back into the pot. They left the rock on the workbench.