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Kamil Terrace

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Kamil dashed through the hallways, enjoying the struggle to go against his lungs and gravity. He didn't get far since he wasn't used to using his lungs to run. So he eventually slowed down when he was certain he was going to die due to his lungs bursting."Man, I wasn't even running very long either." Kamil complained as he trudged slowly through the school hallways. As he neared his classroom, he saw a pillar that just seemed out of place. It looked as if the ground shot up and smashed the ceiling or something.

"Is that really supposed to be here?" he wondered as he touched it. The pillar was firmly put in place, but the ceiling did crumble a little bit from his touching the pillar. Kamil shielded himself from the crumbles. "What exactly is this supposed to be!?"

Sethrian had arrived at the school a day before classes started. His grandparents had been that eager to get rid of him. Of course, it was all under the guise of helping him get sorted. Help him 'find himself' or whatever, but he knew better. They had simply wanted him out of their hair so they could finishing growing old in peace. He didn't really blame them per se. But the fact that they'd finally caved in and sent him away, didn't exactly endear them to him.

But then, their relationship had been suffering for many years now so it hardly was going to have much of an impact.

He glowered and scuffed his foot against the floor, hearing the sound of approaching voices. Ever since the other students had begun to arrive, he'd been trying to lay low and stay out of sight. Not too easy since several of them were living in the same dorm with him. But now that classes were starting, he wasn't going to be able to avoid being noticed any longer.

He stepped out of the little hidden corridor where he'd been hiding and froze at the sight of another student standing close by. Ugh.

There was someone else crouching there next to the odd, misplaced pillar (when had that gotten there anyway?) but the student was blocking his view of her. She was saying something about potions so Sethrian decided not to interrupt.

"E--excuse me," he muttered, as he tried to shuffle around them without making eye contact.

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Sethrian stopped and raised his eyes, leveling a scowl at the bossy teacher. Not that he really expected teachers to be anything but. Nevertheless, somehow it rankled to be ordered about by someone who looked younger than he did.

"I wasn't aware that students were now taking up positions as janitors," he said. "And what happens if that soaked paper towel leaks growth potion on us? It's not that I'd object to gaining a few inches but it looks like the potion is out of control. The danger to us aside, are we even going to be able to make it to your class with it, before it grows too large?"

He studied her for a moment. "Why can't you just cancel it here? At the very least, shouldn't get something to keep the potion from touching us?"

He hoped this was just some error in judgement and not an indication the teacher was completely incompetent. Sethrian didn't have a particular fondness for potions--in fact, he didn't' really know a thing about them--but being taught by an incompetent teacher was annoying. And if a simple growth potion could do, well, this, he didn't want to imagine what other dangerous things she would come up with, and force her students to handle. He hadn't really come here to be blown up by some kind of bizarre concoction.

He was startled with the other student introduced himself...as he picked up the growth potion sodden paper towels, and looked like he was about to topple under the wait. Sethrian sighed and quickly reached out to help with them. Fabulous.

"I...I am Sethrian," he replied. Oh Lord. Someone was actually talking to him like he was a normal person. He couldn't remember the last time that had happened so he simply stared at the paper towels that were soaking potion into his sleeves. If he turned into a giant, he was making that teacher fund his new wardrobe.

Kamil Terrace

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This kid wasn't making any sense. She was immune to potions? The paper towel was growing like no tomorrow! How could she be immune to something like this!? Kamil guessed that she was probably going to get in big trouble once they reached the classroom. The potions professor will definitely yell at her. Even though kids want to grow up faster, they shouldn't be running around with these kinds of potions. She didn't need to hear a lecture from him if the potions teacher will do it. Kamil turned to Sethrian.

"I didn't think about the growth potion being soaked on me. Thank goodness it won't make us grow, right? Besides, we're guys. This kind of labor is nothing." Kamil remarked with a smile. In truth, since he was a merman, he wasn't used to gravity pushing down on him so much. Sethrian was probably doing more work than him.