Runes Lesson One - All Years

Alberi was done with all the stairs at this school. They moved, had trap steps, led to no where and what not! Just as he was walking to Ancient Runes class, he had his foot trapped into one of the trap steps. When he tried to escape, it seemed as if his foot only got stuck in more deeper than before. After ten minuets which will surely make him late for class, an older student instructed him how to escape. After that he began to walk to class. He wasn't going to run. The boy was already late, why waste energy over running?

The boy guessed that he would like this subject. Ancient Runes... It was very interesting! If there was one thing he liked learning, it was languages. And Runes were technically a type of language, he supposed that he will do well in it. The book itself was also interesting.

Soon enough he arrived. With a sigh he opened the door. "I apologize for coming late, professor..." just then he noticed that it was in fact the director. Really? From all the days he could have this problem, it was with the guy who literally owned the place. "May I please sit down?" he asked before examining which places were free for him to sit.

Dan's eyes grew wide when the professor announced that they'd be learning the rune for the fire element. With any luck, they wouldn't actually be using fire since Dan wasn't very comfortable being close to it. He cocked his head when the rune appeared on the board. It did look a little like a flame, if a very crudely drawn one--though, most runes were likely to be very crude representations of their meaning.

He sighed heavily when wooden bowls appeared and they were instructed to carve the rune into the inside of the bowl. Dan was sure he'd manage to hurt himself. One thing he was certain of, though, was that he'd have better luck if he sketched the rune on the wood before actually carving it. So, he pulled his quill and ink from his bag and began to slowly draw the lines of the rune, double checking with the example on the board for good measure.

Once the outline was set, Dan grabbed the tool they were to use and began slowly chipping away.

Layla held her breath as she pushed opened the door. She wasn't horribly late, but she was late and that's all that mattered. She had walked around the school several times, getting stuck on several staircases before she had finally asked a Prefect for help. At that point, she had wanted to go back to her room and finish the song she'd been working on, but she didn't want to let down her parents by failing. Despite it being her second year, she had new classes this year on undiscovered floors.

She entered after another boy who seemed to be late. She was able to hear the professor speak to him as she tried to sneak past them and take a seat, not being seen. She didn't want the attention focused on her, not right now anyways. These robes were anything but stylish and she hated being seen in them. The worst part about her having been late, was that the professor was the headmaster. She wanted to facepalm at not leaving sooner or scouting out the room the day before.

Naomi lowered her book slightly as Finley sat next to her, blushing when he mentioned how he almost didn't see her. When he told her the Headmaster wasn't scary, she just muttered, "That's what you think," quietly to him. She was sure the Headmaster was perfectly nice, but he was still the Headmaster, and that made her nervous.

Class began and another student answered the professor's questions. Bennett, apparently, from the Headmaster's address. Naomi watched the fire run appear on the board and caught her bowl as it was levitated to her.

Glancing around, Naomi saw other students sketching the symbol before etching it and decided that was a good idea. She dug one of her drawing pencils out of her bag and quickly drew the sign. It wasn't hard for her, as she was used to drawing far more complicated things. What was going to be hard was etching, which she had never done before. The tip of her tongue poked out as she concentrated and she ended up with a fairly done, but rather shaky line. It was a good approximation for her first try, she thought as she blew wood dust and chips away from her newly carved fire rune.

Dan finished carving the rune just as the professor began explaining the next step. He looked up in time to see the fire in the professor's bowl. Oh no. No. Fire was not something Dan was fond of messing with. It was wildly unpredictable and far too dangerous for the young boy's liking. Couldn't they do something with water first? Or air? Why did they have to start with fire of all things?

Reluctantly, he pulled his wand from his bag and slowly traced the rune, retracting his hand as fast as he could once he was done. There was no way he was making it bigger. Not going to happen. Dan didn't care if he completely ruined his grade for the class, he wasn't turning an already dangerous element even more dangerous. For Merlin's sake, he didn't even like lit candles on his birthday cakes. So no thank you, the small flame in the bowl was all he was willing to do and the professor would just have to deal with it.