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Defending Yourself Against Magic | Tuesday, 4th period
Bob crossed his arms and eyed the students somewhat sternly as they settled in. Anyone making extra fuss got extra glare.
When all of those niceties were over, he spoke.
"Good afternoon. My name is Hrothbert of Bainbridge. Which, contrary to the school's belief, does not make 'Bainbridge' my surname. I haven't got one. If you're particularly conservative and formal, which in my experience few teenagers are, you may call me Sir. Otherwise, you can call me Bob."
There would be no jokes about the lack of impressiveness of that name, okay? It had sentimental value.
"This class is defending yourself against magic. If you didn't sign up for it or intend to be here, save yourself the embarrassment and stay anyway. You can probably use it, particularly if you're the sort who can't even make it to the right room for class."
Hey, Bob called it like he saw it.
"I'm told the first week, it's traditional to give introductions. What I'd like to know from you - apart from your name - is what sorts of magic your world has, what you're familiar with, and what, if any, you have experience in. If the answer to all of those questions is 'none', don't worry - it won't be for long.
"I'll go first, shall I? I'm from Earth, most recently Chicago of around six years ago from the island's point of view. My world contains an entire range of beings and magical forces, from dragons to vampires. Magic users - wizards and sorcerers - for the most part do their best to keep the general human population from being aware of them. My specialities as a sorcerer are magical constructs, enchantments, and necromancy. I've had well over a millennium to learn all sorts of things, and I've taught generations of wizards."
He gave them all a sardonic look. "And no, I'm not particularly long-lived for my kind. Should you decide you need to hand me anything, don't bother." He waved his hand through the desk behind him; a golden glow where they met was the only indication it was there.
"I will, understandably, need an assistant to fetch and carry things, take messages, and so forth." He glanced over the class and picked the most responsible-looking person he could. "You, the girl with the white hair. Congratulations, you've got the job." He smiled at Elsa.
"Now, your introductions please."
When all of those niceties were over, he spoke.
"Good afternoon. My name is Hrothbert of Bainbridge. Which, contrary to the school's belief, does not make 'Bainbridge' my surname. I haven't got one. If you're particularly conservative and formal, which in my experience few teenagers are, you may call me Sir. Otherwise, you can call me Bob."
There would be no jokes about the lack of impressiveness of that name, okay? It had sentimental value.
"This class is defending yourself against magic. If you didn't sign up for it or intend to be here, save yourself the embarrassment and stay anyway. You can probably use it, particularly if you're the sort who can't even make it to the right room for class."
Hey, Bob called it like he saw it.
"I'm told the first week, it's traditional to give introductions. What I'd like to know from you - apart from your name - is what sorts of magic your world has, what you're familiar with, and what, if any, you have experience in. If the answer to all of those questions is 'none', don't worry - it won't be for long.
"I'll go first, shall I? I'm from Earth, most recently Chicago of around six years ago from the island's point of view. My world contains an entire range of beings and magical forces, from dragons to vampires. Magic users - wizards and sorcerers - for the most part do their best to keep the general human population from being aware of them. My specialities as a sorcerer are magical constructs, enchantments, and necromancy. I've had well over a millennium to learn all sorts of things, and I've taught generations of wizards."
He gave them all a sardonic look. "And no, I'm not particularly long-lived for my kind. Should you decide you need to hand me anything, don't bother." He waved his hand through the desk behind him; a golden glow where they met was the only indication it was there.
"I will, understandably, need an assistant to fetch and carry things, take messages, and so forth." He glanced over the class and picked the most responsible-looking person he could. "You, the girl with the white hair. Congratulations, you've got the job." He smiled at Elsa.
"Now, your introductions please."
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"I don't know how to do any magic myself, but I figured learning to protect myself from it couldn't hurt."
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