titania
spirit crusher
August 24th.
Headmaster Agatha Grimm stood at the helm of Castle Dawnmoor's main hall, 6 feet of willowy elegance and silver, immaculate curled hair towering over the wooden podium before her. Beyond it stood Dawnmoor's seven professors, each tending to their respective myriad of students; though some faces caught her eye as belonging to returning members of the student body present to aid with orientation, first years—fresh blood—composed the majority of the crowd. She hoped they'd been admitted for good reason; after all, the school did have a reputation to maintain. After waiting for the din to die down, not moving an inch out of place as she did so, she cleared her throat and spoke in the clear and commanding voice she'd perfected over her many years in the position. "Welcome, students old and new, to Dawnmoor School of the Arcane Arts. I am your Headmaster, Agatha Grimm, and it is my distinct pleasure to welcome you all to orientation. As you surely know, Dawnmoor is one of the most prestigious magical academies in the world, and merely being admitted is an honor I hope you've come to celebrate. Regardless of the talents that have provided you with the opportunity to attend Dawnmoor, the curriculum, designed to push each of you to your limits, will be challenging; I hope you will rise to that challenge throughout your four years here." She paused, then continued with, "That will be all for now, at least on my end. Your respective professors will lead you in groups around the campus. Returning students are welcome to report immediately to their dorms but are not required to until the first years are released to do so. If you have any questions for me, you can find me in my office."
With that, she turned and disappeared down a corridor into her office.
Grimm pressed her index finger to the rune carved into the drawer of her desk. It glowed a bright silver and slid open; the contents now revealed, she retrieved the green crystal orb. She gave it a slight toss into the air and a sickly, pulsating light emanated from it, casting shadows across the room. "Glad to see you finally have the sense to pick up," she said.
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Mordecai sighed, watching as Professor Sylvan guzzled down an entire bottle of wine in a single gulp, finishing with a satisfied hiccup. The aged satyr juggled the empty bottle around a bit before twirling it up in the air; as it reached its apex, it burst into a dazzling display of green and yellow sparks, with oohs and ahs from the first years who didn't know any better promptly following. As a third year, he technically didn't have to be here; however, a small part of him was convinced he was obligated. Besides, what better way to make new friends than helping out with orientation? He forced a smile, surveying the crowd for his sister.
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Headmaster Grimm gave the same boring, rehearsed speech every year; if she had to guess, Flannery would say that the esteemed herself found orientation day as much of a chore as she did. She groaned, wanting nothing more than to sneak back to her dorm room and take a nap or out to the garden to find more bugs to add to her collection. But, well, Mordecai wanted to stay, and she couldn't bring herself to leave him alone for more than an hour. It was probably better like that, anyways; she didn't even want to entertain the possibilities of what he might get up to without her around. She caught his gaze from across the room, giving him an exaggerated eye roll, and made a mental note to ask Professor Moonthorn to help her with pinning later.
Headmaster Agatha Grimm stood at the helm of Castle Dawnmoor's main hall, 6 feet of willowy elegance and silver, immaculate curled hair towering over the wooden podium before her. Beyond it stood Dawnmoor's seven professors, each tending to their respective myriad of students; though some faces caught her eye as belonging to returning members of the student body present to aid with orientation, first years—fresh blood—composed the majority of the crowd. She hoped they'd been admitted for good reason; after all, the school did have a reputation to maintain. After waiting for the din to die down, not moving an inch out of place as she did so, she cleared her throat and spoke in the clear and commanding voice she'd perfected over her many years in the position. "Welcome, students old and new, to Dawnmoor School of the Arcane Arts. I am your Headmaster, Agatha Grimm, and it is my distinct pleasure to welcome you all to orientation. As you surely know, Dawnmoor is one of the most prestigious magical academies in the world, and merely being admitted is an honor I hope you've come to celebrate. Regardless of the talents that have provided you with the opportunity to attend Dawnmoor, the curriculum, designed to push each of you to your limits, will be challenging; I hope you will rise to that challenge throughout your four years here." She paused, then continued with, "That will be all for now, at least on my end. Your respective professors will lead you in groups around the campus. Returning students are welcome to report immediately to their dorms but are not required to until the first years are released to do so. If you have any questions for me, you can find me in my office."
With that, she turned and disappeared down a corridor into her office.
Grimm pressed her index finger to the rune carved into the drawer of her desk. It glowed a bright silver and slid open; the contents now revealed, she retrieved the green crystal orb. She gave it a slight toss into the air and a sickly, pulsating light emanated from it, casting shadows across the room. "Glad to see you finally have the sense to pick up," she said.
-
Mordecai sighed, watching as Professor Sylvan guzzled down an entire bottle of wine in a single gulp, finishing with a satisfied hiccup. The aged satyr juggled the empty bottle around a bit before twirling it up in the air; as it reached its apex, it burst into a dazzling display of green and yellow sparks, with oohs and ahs from the first years who didn't know any better promptly following. As a third year, he technically didn't have to be here; however, a small part of him was convinced he was obligated. Besides, what better way to make new friends than helping out with orientation? He forced a smile, surveying the crowd for his sister.
-
Headmaster Grimm gave the same boring, rehearsed speech every year; if she had to guess, Flannery would say that the esteemed herself found orientation day as much of a chore as she did. She groaned, wanting nothing more than to sneak back to her dorm room and take a nap or out to the garden to find more bugs to add to her collection. But, well, Mordecai wanted to stay, and she couldn't bring herself to leave him alone for more than an hour. It was probably better like that, anyways; she didn't even want to entertain the possibilities of what he might get up to without her around. She caught his gaze from across the room, giving him an exaggerated eye roll, and made a mental note to ask Professor Moonthorn to help her with pinning later.