<strong>Xullim</strong><br/><br/>There was a chuckle from Xullim's part of the room. The boy sat alone, which was fine by him. Word had never been disseminated about the house to which he belonged and as such no one wanted to be associated with him. There was no gain in it for them, unless they could use him as a cat's-paw and that wasn't about to happen. He was one of the smartest, if not the smartest. He was one of the more powerful invokers within the school, and what's more is he had practiced with meticulous scrutiny how to specifically affect his kin. His name, or at least the affectation he had chosen on his entry into the school meant "demon son" or "male demon child", and thus far no one had any reason to doubt this nomen. Xullim, once having regained the full scope of his sight, glanced at the flaming student and then at the haughty Haelan.<br/><br/>He considered briefly giving Haelan that certain sparkle, but thought the better of it. One part of being left alone was not making yourself a target, like the student now the center of attention. The other part was not making particular enemies. Like hyenas, the students of the school targeted the weak. They would ridicule this student for weeks and if he survived, which was doubtful, he would be left for a new and more inviting target. Only with his strict adherence to the code of sycophancy to females and ruthless threats to males. The fact that for the most part he was able to deliver on these threats and similarly nearly untouchable made things all the more mysterious regarding his heritage and his house. Wands were such easy tools, Master Jevan should have known this wouldn't hold Xullim's interest as much as a lot of others. Wands could be lied to, manipulated, and were simply tools in the hands of a master such as Jevan or even Xullim. The rest of it was just theatrics, and what was that gaining them?