21 Oct 2022, 15:17
A Topic of Death (Or Chaos)
Almost as if he were paranoid, and some stupid blundering move he made, he decided to go in the morning, October 8th- before the Samhain Ball in the afternoon- that night. And he felt like he was compelled to attend to a classroom for the first time. A first time in a long while, he decided to go into the Classroom He took a seat, in one of the vast multiple of the desks. A simple scoff was all the boy recanted- repeatedly. It was almost as if he was tired of schooling- yet felt the need to return to learning once again.IMAGE
He felt cursed to have been forced to return to the life of boredom. The life of feeling like all he had to learn while he was sure everyone was preparing for the upcoming ball, taking place only in a few hours. Clark was needing to attend- he had a parter- a friend he was going with- but it was still quite a bit from him and he felt that while he had a bit of time- he must pass it by. Utilize what all he can, all the skills he consists of. BUt he had to plan- OH that's why he's in the classroom- not to learn but to plan out the chaos he wanted to inflict at the Samhain Ball- seeing as it would be his first time.
@Klaus Fernby
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3 Nov 2022, 17:01
A Topic of Death (Or Chaos)
Klaus sat patiently, not too close to the front row, but more-so near the middle of the classroom. It was the perfect spot: he could daydream, and the professor wouldn't see him from the front, nor was he sitting so far away with the mischief-makers that the professor would be focused on him. His satchel was sat in his lap, and he was fiddling with his quill–it was made with the feather of an Egyptian vulture, a present that his father had picked up for him when he was away on one of his business trips. Klaus always showed up several minutes early to class, and since this was his first class of the day, he sat in silence for a short while before other students filed in. When another student sat besides him, he paid them no mind and continued fluffing the feather of his quill. Oh, he should probably get parchment out. For note-taking. He rummaged through his bag, when suddenly his Remembrall started buzzing and lit up! Klaus suddenly realized that his parchment was still sitting with his other things in his dormitory.
"Hello," said Klaus, softly as not to disturb other students, "Do you have a bit of parchment I could borrow?"
"Hello," said Klaus, softly as not to disturb other students, "Do you have a bit of parchment I could borrow?"