Waver wouldn’t be surprised if something did jump out at some point… “That fact that nothing has is a small blessing, I think.” A place this big, where magic once thrived? Magi were always leaving messes behind, in his experience. “Though Illyana mentioned there was a man who was going through the place to make sure it was safe… Something about him worrying that the students might accidentally stumble on or get their hands on something dangerous.” So maybe they were at least safe enough from that for now, if the ‘overcautious wizard’ had really done that.
“There’s one or two in every class, isn’t there?” He responded with a shake of his head, wondering about Arthur’s experience. Flat was a powerhouse, brimming with mana and potential… An affinity for chaos magic to begin with, and so very clever… Too clever for his own good, sometimes. But he had about as much common sense as a goldfish and the personality of a golden retriever puppy (which was ironic since Svin was the one with bestial magic). Thus, Waver wasn’t sure how long it would be before he could graduate Flat out of his class with his conscience intact. Sending the boy out into the world with the way mage society was before he grew up a bit seemed irresponsible… And he damned well didn’t want to see anything bad happen to his kids if it was in his power.
The offer is met with one of the young Lord’s rare smiles, brief and fleeting, before it was gone. “Thank you. I wouldn’t mind a moment to sit before I go looking around again. The walk here from the city was longer than I expected.” He responded, all but collapsing in a chair with about as much grace as a marionette that had its strings cut. He really had been running low on stamina again, what with walking the whole way and lugging his bag around. He could almost hear Reines teasing him in his head for it, for all that she was a damn world away now… But it prompted him to at least sit up straight with the posture that spoke of his temporary title as if to prove a point to her or himself.
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“There’s one or two in every class, isn’t there?” He responded with a shake of his head, wondering about Arthur’s experience. Flat was a powerhouse, brimming with mana and potential… An affinity for chaos magic to begin with, and so very clever… Too clever for his own good, sometimes. But he had about as much common sense as a goldfish and the personality of a golden retriever puppy (which was ironic since Svin was the one with bestial magic). Thus, Waver wasn’t sure how long it would be before he could graduate Flat out of his class with his conscience intact. Sending the boy out into the world with the way mage society was before he grew up a bit seemed irresponsible… And he damned well didn’t want to see anything bad happen to his kids if it was in his power.
The offer is met with one of the young Lord’s rare smiles, brief and fleeting, before it was gone. “Thank you. I wouldn’t mind a moment to sit before I go looking around again. The walk here from the city was longer than I expected.” He responded, all but collapsing in a chair with about as much grace as a marionette that had its strings cut. He really had been running low on stamina again, what with walking the whole way and lugging his bag around. He could almost hear Reines teasing him in his head for it, for all that she was a damn world away now… But it prompted him to at least sit up straight with the posture that spoke of his temporary title as if to prove a point to her or himself.