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As Merek reached the dormitories,he came across the same coffin he did back then. After processing everything,he decided to open it and as soon as he saw Ritsu,he closed it as silently as possible. After making sure Ritsu didn't see him,he knocked on the coffin.

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A loud knock cut through the haze that had settled over Ritsu's mind as he cracked one eye open. The velvety lining of the coffin greeted him and he yawned stretching. His eyes still felt heavy and he concluded that it wasn't quite the time to wake up again. Ah, well someone was looking for him, if the knocking was any indication, and groggily pushed open the coffin lid. "Mhmmm~? You've disturbed my sleep so be prepared to pay the price." He yawned, sitting up. Squinting against the still bright sun, Ritsu glared (more like squinted) at whoever had knocked on his coffin lid, eyes still adjusting to the sudden flood of light.

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"Yeah,yeah... I'll buy you a smoothie or whatever later,we have a meeting to attend. You know the drill..." he said as he tilted his head to cover most of the sunlight that disturbed Ritsu's eyes. "I hate to break it to you,but we have to move. It's almost time. Oh,and by the way,don't mess with Floribunda that much." he chuckled as he motioned Ritsu to get a move on.

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"Hmmm, no promises." Ritsu sang, cawling out of the coffin. Groggily replacing the lid, he knelt down and with a grunt picked up the hardwood box before staggering back to his room. There was a bit of shuffling before he reemerged, looking a little bit more put together. Stifling another yawn, Ritsu opened one of the hallway windows and clambered onto the ledge before a hop and a skip later, he was tumbling through the air. His leathery wings pushed against the air, slowing him down enough for him to grasp the ledge of one of the open windows of 7-C and launched himself to bowl into the rows of desks. His sudden stunt of leaping out a window before crashing through another one was undoubtedly with eye catching but Ritsu was just happy to sprawl out on the cool flooring and close his eyes.

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"Could've at least taken me with you..." Merek sighed as he made his way towards the classroom. "What's with all the people jumping out of windows and crushing through doors?!?" he asked himself along the way. He was just in time.

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Dustine groaned. The class was a mess with the broken door and the shards of glass littering the floor. Since no one was bothering to clean it up or fix it, she felt like she needed to deal with it herself. She sighed and wiped her sleepy eyes and took out her spellbook again, flapping the pages wildly until she found her wanted spell. She never used those type of magic but her parents had taught her some to use just in case, or more like to show off to their friends and relatives. Then again, it was a compulsory subject for her anyway. She outstretched her hands tipped with blue sparks and pointed towards the shards of glass. The shards floated and merged together like a puzzle piece, the blue sparks fitting them together. Once they had made a solid panel of glass she placed it back on where it came from. She also put the door back on it's hinges.
"Nice work" a voice complimented behind her.
She looked back in a panic and saw Floribunda materialize behind her. She wondered how long had she been watching her, and if she's heard their conversations. The mage took a seat at the back of the class. Dustine looked at the clock and saw that it was already time for the class to start. She stood tense, waiting for one of their teachers to come.

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Tirik's growl was more than audible in the room, it almost seemed to echo. His displeasure at seeing the kingdom mage was obvious, although he tried his best not to show it. Shifting again, the bundle of snake man in the corner started to unfurl and... Fall apart? Small scales were left where he had been.

The door of the walk-in cupboard in the front of the classroom creaked as the two professors walked out. They seemed to be in the middle of the conversation when Charlie straightened and stopped muttering. Puzzle eyed the Mage. “Floribunda.” He greeted her civilly, his face showing a cold expression.

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As Marek finally reached the classroom,as soon as he entered he felt the extremely unwelcoming aura everyone emitted since Floribunda was there. Even though such vibes only made him more uncomfortable and clumsy as one screw up in this silent room would humiliate him,he stretched,whipped out his notebook and pen for the 'history lesson' and sat at a desk,diagonally in front of Floribunda.

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Dustine finally took her seat next to the window, being in a far distance from Floribunda. She took out her notebook and left it on the desk. She tried to keep the kingdom mage out of her mind. Besides, it's not like it's combat lesson or spell chanting. What could possibly go wrong? She just hoped the others won't make a fuss in the class.
Floribunda sat at the back so she got a full view of all the students and the teacher. She wanted to find any flaws in the lesson, or anything that will help her research. She whispered something to herself.
Dustine perked her ears. She could hear her saying a line from a spellbook, but she couldn't remember which spell it was. "What is she doing anyway?" she thought. She felt her worry surrounding her and her anxiety went wild with all the bad possibilities that could happen. In the end, she just shook it off, thinking her mind was just over exaggerating.

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Getting up off the floor, Ritsu swayed and made his way over to a desk and plopped down rubbing his eyes. Glass dug into his skin and he turned his attention down to his wrists, plucking out the shards of glass out of his body. He didn't really care about history, having lived through a lot of the events that was covered in the syllabus. Ugh, his sleep schedule was thrown out of whack and it made his mind feel sluggish and slow.

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Tirik glared savagely at Floribunda, waiting for her to speak something to complete her spell. Every muscle in his body wanted to leap upon her, to lay waste to her skeleton and ravage her flesh with his claws. But that would have to wait. First, he needed to shed the sin that was around him, the one that was now too small. Already, through the day, he'd grown an extra three feet of length, measuring up to seventeen feet of dangerous, muscular snakefolk in all. His hood was flared, and his new skin was a pale bluish, with a dual zigzag pattern running from his eyes to his tail, although it was covered by the old skin. On his hood, the zigzags spread farther from each other to form a skull, extra spots making the image complete. The eyes seemed to glare from his scales, although he couldn't see from them at all. When his hood closed, the skull deflated and became less menacing, instead taking on a more intricate look, like something tattooed there to make it more interesting.

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