《Another Death》Chapter 12 - First day of school
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"Whoa, the first day of school, i can't wait!" thought Andrej while getting dressed up in the North magic school's uniform, which consisted of a dark blue coat, grey trousers and leather shoes.
Everybody who passed both exams and enrolled into a Magic school was staying the night in the nearby Royal guard barracks building, and chariots were stationed to take the students to their respective schools for the first day.
After getting dressed, Andrej exited the room he was to stay in and saw that the barracks were empty, that is when he realised.
"Shit, i am probably late!"
He ran out of the barracks and found that the chariots were ready to leave the barracks, he made it on time barely, then a person wearing a black robe, probably belonging to the Magic Association, quickly walked to him.
"Name?"
"Andrej Antonov"
"You are in chariot number eight" he said and pointed to a chariot, which was not in the best condition, after giving the man a quick "Thank you!" Andrej quickly entered the chariot, and he noticed that there were just four people, five including him in the chariot, and all four of them were sleeping, not surprising, since it was early in the morning, he sat in the far back, the only place left, and he could see a old man with black and filthy clothing and messy black hair, but he radiated a aura of strength, he must have been a former traveller.
"Grisha, you?" the driver said with a cracking voice
"Andrej"
"Ah, you have a good name"
"Thank you, may i ask who you are?"
"Of course, Grisha Mamayev, a travelling merchant, and the person who supllies your school with food and all the other stuff"
"No wonder you look like that"
"You smell strong boy, let me tell you something in secret, i am sensing something terrible, the acting of a demon god in this kingdom"
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"Okay??" replied Andrej confused.
"I don't think that matters to me now, but that is not good, if it's Chernobog and his cult that can be problematic for the kingdom"
The journey continued in silence, sometimes broken by a random song by Grisha, until the chariot arrived last to the school, then Andrej and the sleeping four were magically thrown off the chariot, which awakened the sleeping boys.
"Travelling merchant Grisha Mamayev is here! If you need me find me at the Urbus mountain" Grisha shouted and dissapeared in the mist.
"Okay, that was certainly something" Andrej thought annoyed while dusting his uniform off, but he quickly forgot about that when he saw the grand school building before him, with three towers, one of which was piercing through the clouds, and pure elegant white walls, the yard of the school was full of green grass and colourfull plants, and a long pathway made out of stone, at the end of the road was a grand dark wooden door, where a guard stood, likely waiting to guide the new students, Andrej quickly ran over to the guard and greeted him.
"Good morning!"
"Good morning, name?"
"Andrej Antonov"
"Your class is 8-3, your classroom is number twenty nine on the third floor, the orientation is beginning in four minutes, hurry up"
"Okay, thank you so much" Andrej said and ran inside and up a large staircase to the second floor, before running up another large staircase to the third floor, and barely managing to get to the third floor on time, before getting hit with a water ball from behind.
"Honestly, you should stop being late to everything" behing him was Katarina, and another boy was next to her, looking at Andrej with a small smile.
"I will try i guess"
"Ah i missed this greeting"
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"Katarina, what if the professors find out, you will get expelled for using magic in the school building, but nobody will care so continue" said Ivan through jokes.
"And who are you?"
"Oh sorry, i forgot to introduce myself, my name is Ivan" Ivan said and stretched out his hand.
"Andrej, Katarina wrote a lot about you" Andrej introduced himself back and shaked Ivan's hand.
"She did mention you a lot too, but you look more like a idiot in person"
"Is that supposed to be an insult or what??"
"Hehe" he akwardly laughed.
"It's just a joke, i am rarely serious"
"Yeah, that is easily noticeable"
"What are you doing, you idiot!" shouted Anya and grabbed Andrej by the sleeve of his uniform's coat, and started dragging him to the classroom.
"Good morning to you too"
"Shut up!"
"I guess i will see you around you two"
Anya continued dragging Andrej to their classroom, muttering something about onyl doing it because they are friends.
When they entered the classroom, there was a sight to behold, a larger boy with black hair, that was Mateja, Anya's opponent during the entrance exam, doing some sort of play in front of some girls.
"I, Mateja Kazinski, will become the strongest hero, my fiery and unbeatable heart will not let me give up!" he spoke while making several weird faces and poses.
"He is here too?"
"The professor is coming!" a girl said and everybody sat in their seats, and a old man of medium build and long white hair entered the classroom.
"Good morning"
"Good morning!" they all said in unison.
"My name is Vladislav Lishkovich, i will be your professor of magic theory, introduce yourselves now, please"
"Nina Selimovich"
"Jaroslav Timochenko"
"Mateja Kazinski, remember this face well! I will become the greatest hero!"
"Good for you" the professor said, and the whole class started laughing.
"Anja Gavrilova"
"Andrej Antonov"
After the entire class introduced themselves, the professor said.
"This first day you won't have any classes, i will just show you all the facilities around the schools, your dorms and you will all recieve your timetables for the next year"
The professor showed the new students all around the school, the cafeteria where they will all eat, the multiple classrooms, a big field for magic practice, multiple training facilities for different arts, from swordplay to archery, the giant school library, which housed over 30000 different books, a large bathing space and toilets, and finally, the vast student dorms, Andrej was in front of his room door, it was a standard wooden door with a sign which said "Room 2-39" on it, he entered the room, and saw the inside of the room, the room was not that large, there were two beds in the back, between them a window and a small table, in front of each bed was a closet for storing clothes and other necesarry stuff, two tables for studying, and from the celling was hanging a lantern, which could be lighted with magic, Andrej sighed, closed the door behind him, and started putting his clothes in the closet, then he heard the door violently open with a kick.
"Mateja star kick"
"The hero has arrived!" Mateja nearly broke the door with his little stunt.
"This will be interesting" Andrej said and imagined all the mischiefs which could go on during the year.
"Next time try not to break anything please"
"Haha, i can't promise anything"
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