Villin was still a bit distracted when he entered the room. A lot had happened over the last day and he couldn’t help but think about everything even now.

When he looked at the class properly, he was rather surprised though. Unlike most other classes there were no chairs here, there wasn’t even a podium for the teacher to stand on and there wasn’t anything such as desks.

When he looked around a bit closer he noticed the entire classroom was within a magic array. When he paid attention he notices runes on the walls and floor. This was also the first time he had heard of a magic array that wasn’t a circle or oval. Instead, it was a rectangle, encompassing the entirety of the room.

Since the teacher hadn’t arrived yet, Villin walked up to the wall and started inspecting the runes. At first, he tried looking at each rune individually but since he only recognized a few he quickly started walking around the entire room, trying to look at the entire array, counting on his memory to remember it all.

Yet even then, he couldn’t possibly remember the intent each individual rune was carved with, he couldn’t even feel it when he stood so close to it.

After about ten minutes all the students had arrived. Most were talking with their friends as they waited while there were a few such as himself who showed interest in the magic array, Kayley being one of them.

It was then that the teacher entered. Suddenly, every student within the classroom felt a magical fluctuation in the middle of the classroom. Some of the students closer by jumped to the floor and covered their heads, scared of an attack.

Villin and a few others felt the magic arrays lit up and waited nervously to see what was going on.

The air in the middle of the class seemed to be warping for a bit before something appeared and it settled down. Now in the middle of the classroom was a rather terrifying sight.

A man stood there in ripped-up grey robes. His face was tattered to pieces, open wounds were covering it and one of his eyeballs was hanging out of his skull. In the places where you could see past the tattered robe there was grey rotting skin, at some places you could even see his disgusting bones with blood dripping down from them.

Just a few seconds after he appeared a small pool of blood and piss had gathered on the floor beneath him. Talking about piss, there were a few other students who also had a small pool of this liquid gathering below them.

As soon as Villin saw this man appear he stepped forward, he pointed his wand and a blue streak came out of it. The skeleton-like figure that appeared didn’t see the spell but when it should’ve him, the spell went right through it, hitting the wall.

Villin cursed as he walked forward and stood in front of one of the terrified groups of students close to him.

He wasn’t sure if he should stay here or make a run for the door but before he could make a decision, the figure spoke in a raspy voice.

“Welcome students to your magic array class. I am Richard, a talented student who died seventeen years ago.”

The raspy voice rather fit the creature as it caused nearly everyone’s spines to shiver.

The only person in the class who didn’t seem to be nervous or scared was Kayley, Richard even turned to her and nodded at her as if she was an acquaintance, a gesture she returned.

After the initial shock had passed Villin relaxed as he realized what exactly was going on. Most people couldn’t get passed their fear but the few that did managed to earn a lot.

Villin found the magic array book extremely valuable, but this class also couldn’t be missed. In a way the book went too detailed and so you wouldn’t be able to make Arrays for a long, long time if you only followed that.

This class was different, the zombie-like Richard couldn’t touch anything but was great at explaining the mistakes students made. Magic Arrays were quite a bit harder than regular enchantments and so in this first class nobody managed to create a full magic array.

Villin almost managed to create a small camouflage array but in the end, he never fully managed to complete the circle before messing up somewhere.

And so, with most of the kids shaking while the few that weren’t having learned a great deal, the last class of the week ended.

When he got to his room again, Villin felt extraordinarily confident. In just a week he had learned such a great deal. Yet of course, he wouldn’t slack on this day. He still vividly remembered Pierson’s words.

Talking about Pierson, Villin didn’t actually see him in the previous class. He decided not to worry about this too much as he continued trying to cast Drowse without a wand. After an hour passed, Villin finally succeeded.

He felt a large amount of magic power getting sucked out of him at first, then the spell activated. First, the spell seemed to hit himself as he had somewhat expected, he felt extremely tired and stumbled around. But this wasn't all that had happened. Around him a ring shot out, a blue ring went out of him on all sides, dissipating after traveling two meters nearly instantly.

Villin smiled at his discovery before falling asleep right where he was standing.

He woke up six hours later, extremely refreshed. Since he felt so good mentally and it was still night, Villin grabbed his book on enchanting and started translating the hidden message. This time he had a success multiple times greater than usual thanks to his mental state.

Before he had even realized it, four more hours had passed and multiple pages were translated. It was only now that Villin felt slightly exhausted mentally.

He felt surprised at the discovery, perhaps being hit by Drowse himself wasn't too bad a thing. After this, he did some basic fitness before getting his thoughts in order. It was Sunday, the only day without classes. He remembered Amelia told him to follow the line when the moon was on its highest point.

Even though he didn’t know the full meaning yet, he knew it would still be a long time. First, it was time to eat, he opened the chest under his bed, finding some decent looking sandwiches had appeared, as he took them he also noticed a note in the chest.

On the paper, he recognized Amelia’s handwriting. “Come to class B 149 Monday at eleven o’clock. Make sure you’ve joined the ‘Mortals Cut and Crease’.”

Villin felt rather happy when he read the note, when playing Cut and Crease he truly felt good. It was an extremely fun game. Little did he know that the group he was invited to was something very different.