girmu
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A slow drizzle had started the night prior and continued into the early morning. The rain had made the campus wet, but the sun's warmth managed to bleed through the sheet of gray clouds. The summer morning was cool and gloomy, but still comfortable. And unlike the cheerily singing and soaked through birds, young magi were either still in bed, in the process of getting ready for the day, or shuffling around campus and, hopefully, toward their eight o'clock classes. The crowd's attitude was noticeably divided between excitement and dread for the new year. It was the first week of August, the third day back, and the second day since classes officially started. Most teachers had already gone over the syllabus, the school code, what was and wasn't considered plagiarism and were ready to begin their lessons.
Many students had yet to memorize their schedules and were glancing between the blue folded paper in their hands and the one in their friend's. The younger ones looked even more distressed, heads swiveling around to all of the surrounding buildings. Yuriy was among them with his hands clasped around a heavily wrinkled paper and wiping away droplets with a thumb. The rain was light enough to go without an umbrella and his hair was already damp from a shower, but the trek from the boy's dormitory to the main building had left his shoulders more wet than he had anticipated. At least the water would more or less remove the creases in his shirt when it dried. He looked a little haphazardly put together without a necktie, sleeves pushed up past his elbows, and his button down semi-tucked into his pants. The first day had been reserved for showing off a new style, or rather creatively improvising with the dress code, but with that out of the way he had sunk back into a normal look. At least his sneakers were new although white had been a poor choice. They already looked dirty and worn and the rain turning the ground to a slippery mush hadn't helped.
He weaved through slow moving students and folded the schedule into a tight square. There was chatter about summer break in the air, about the adventures people went on, the new romances that blossomed during vacations, and of course those summer nights. Yuriy neared a small group clustered against a wall and his pace sped up upon receiving unwelcome stares and sighting a plume of gray smoke lift over their heads. His brother, Alan, had been adamant about making the most out of the summer. He was going to be a college freshman in the fall and that meant Alan was a man in both of the boy's eyes. And as a man Alan wanted to do man things: hiking, camping, fishing and plenty of hunting trips with just the two of them. Yuriy had been happy to comply as even though he himself left the state every year for school it would feel strange knowing that Alan wouldn't be at home waiting on him. Instead he would be in Ohio leaving the nest and getting a degree in marketing.
He climbed the wide, slick, concrete steps of the main building and pushed the heavy door open just enough to slide through. It was nice to get out of the rain, but the air inside of the building was cold, crisp and didn't mix well with his wet clothes. The floor was covered in old copper-colored tiles with a massive mosaic bee in the center of the main entrance. Footsteps echoed off the floor and conversations seemed to carry through the long, locker-lined hallways if it was quiet enough. But the ground floor was bubbling with voices, dozens of conversations Yuriy could only catch a word or two of. He headed down the rightmost hallway, down a few doors before stopping at a classroom with the door already propped open. It was early, the teacher wasn't present, but several students had already found their seats and a majority were staring down at their phones. Yuriy slipped into a desk in the middle of the row before propping his head up with an arm and taking in the details of the room. Regardless of the encouraging neon posters tacked onto the walls it seemed as though enthusiasm was nowhere to be found. It wasn't a magic related class, it was pre-calculus. His head dipped lower, his chin close to the desk. Yuriy enjoyed math, it was his favorite subject, but he could already sense that it was going to be long.
Many students had yet to memorize their schedules and were glancing between the blue folded paper in their hands and the one in their friend's. The younger ones looked even more distressed, heads swiveling around to all of the surrounding buildings. Yuriy was among them with his hands clasped around a heavily wrinkled paper and wiping away droplets with a thumb. The rain was light enough to go without an umbrella and his hair was already damp from a shower, but the trek from the boy's dormitory to the main building had left his shoulders more wet than he had anticipated. At least the water would more or less remove the creases in his shirt when it dried. He looked a little haphazardly put together without a necktie, sleeves pushed up past his elbows, and his button down semi-tucked into his pants. The first day had been reserved for showing off a new style, or rather creatively improvising with the dress code, but with that out of the way he had sunk back into a normal look. At least his sneakers were new although white had been a poor choice. They already looked dirty and worn and the rain turning the ground to a slippery mush hadn't helped.
He weaved through slow moving students and folded the schedule into a tight square. There was chatter about summer break in the air, about the adventures people went on, the new romances that blossomed during vacations, and of course those summer nights. Yuriy neared a small group clustered against a wall and his pace sped up upon receiving unwelcome stares and sighting a plume of gray smoke lift over their heads. His brother, Alan, had been adamant about making the most out of the summer. He was going to be a college freshman in the fall and that meant Alan was a man in both of the boy's eyes. And as a man Alan wanted to do man things: hiking, camping, fishing and plenty of hunting trips with just the two of them. Yuriy had been happy to comply as even though he himself left the state every year for school it would feel strange knowing that Alan wouldn't be at home waiting on him. Instead he would be in Ohio leaving the nest and getting a degree in marketing.
He climbed the wide, slick, concrete steps of the main building and pushed the heavy door open just enough to slide through. It was nice to get out of the rain, but the air inside of the building was cold, crisp and didn't mix well with his wet clothes. The floor was covered in old copper-colored tiles with a massive mosaic bee in the center of the main entrance. Footsteps echoed off the floor and conversations seemed to carry through the long, locker-lined hallways if it was quiet enough. But the ground floor was bubbling with voices, dozens of conversations Yuriy could only catch a word or two of. He headed down the rightmost hallway, down a few doors before stopping at a classroom with the door already propped open. It was early, the teacher wasn't present, but several students had already found their seats and a majority were staring down at their phones. Yuriy slipped into a desk in the middle of the row before propping his head up with an arm and taking in the details of the room. Regardless of the encouraging neon posters tacked onto the walls it seemed as though enthusiasm was nowhere to be found. It wasn't a magic related class, it was pre-calculus. His head dipped lower, his chin close to the desk. Yuriy enjoyed math, it was his favorite subject, but he could already sense that it was going to be long.
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