Fantasy FTK: Blue's House Curriculum (open)

[Jodyguru]

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In the realm of wizardry, the college known as Phoenixblood teaches the brightest and most gifted in the arts of spell-craft and runic scripture. The College divides its wizards into five categories: Gray House, the inner circle of eight. Gold House, Professors who teach and hire apprentices. Tan House, licensed wizards for hire. They specialize in questing. Blue House, unlicensed wizards enrolled in study programs, and Green House, for nomadic wizards who travel the world in search of new talent.

You are a first year Blue House student, standing in line at the Admin Office to fill out paperwork for enrollment. Most of the other people in the building are around your age, but none seem over seventeen years of age.

Reaching the front of the line, a bored attendant handed you a clipboard with papers and an inkpen.
"Fill this out best you can, then wait for your name to be called."
This felt like going to the doctor's, but the vibe from the room was cheery and exciting. Some enrollees were playing with sparkler magic or making small images with illusion spells. The gifted were brought from around the world, while others were raised at the castle, known from birth to contain magical prowess. Some were outcasts, found and grasping a fresh chance at life. They would have the toughest road of all.

Sitting down on a bench, the forms sat before you.

Name:
Age:
House: Blue, First Year
Homeroom: X X X X
Major: (most first years choose universal, but personality may define these. Evoke, Illusion, Transmute, Divine, Summoning. Once chosen, cannot be changed for a year)
Minor: (same as major but will be less focused on, can be changed during semester)
Details: (asks about physical markers, conditions, as well as allergies and family history. Dietary Restrictions etc)

 

[alwaystheOptimist]

Sitting in a room filled with people, smiles, and laughter made Minerva Faraday feel very, very alone.

Phoenixblood had always been the end goal of her entire life's work; the end of the line in her education. If she had never gotten in, Minerva was quite sure her parents would have shunned her for life, deeming her unworthy of the Faraday name. Half the people in this room were poorer than her. They had saved pennies, worked jobs, done apprenticeships, just to get into this school. But Phoenixblood had been their dream. The thing they cared for most. It hadn't been their life sentence. Not like it had been for Minerva.

Minerva came from a long line of Evokers, rich nobles, and merchants with magic in their blood. The most iconic thing about the Faradays was their white hair, an indicator of the magic running through their blood. Minerva had spent an hour just staring at her face in the mirror that morning, studying the dark skin of her face, her hazel eyes, the sprinkle of freckles just present on her nose. The housemaid had braided her hair into an elaborate bun, and she had slipped into her freshly ironed shirt and skirt, an overwhelming feeling of dread coursing through her body. Despite everything she had done to get to this stage in her life, this had never been what she wanted. It was something that every member of her family had to do, a step in her life as a Faraday.

Standing here now, she just felt uncomfortable, watching these people who had dreamed of being here. People who actually wanted a place at this prestigious magic college. A taller student bumped into her, the suitcase in her hand falling to the ground. She glared at the back of their head as they continued walking, the apology she had been expecting, non-existent. She knelt, picking up her things, and dusted her robes off. She eyed the bored woman behind the desk at the front and made her way over to her, taking the form from her hand.

Name: Minerva Faraday
Age: 15
House: Blue, First Year
Homeroom: 0103
Major: Evoke
Minor: Divine
Details: As a Faraday, I possess the knowledge that my family contributes larges amounts of money to the school's bank and that many generations of my family have been educated in Phoenixblood. Besides my lineage, I have no physical conditions or ailments that I know of and I only ask that I may keep my pet raven. He serves as my messenger to my family, which is necessary as I am planning on sending letters to them.

She let out a small sigh, catching sight of said Raven digging through the trash. Dingle was a rather...unelegant bird in comparison to the other trained Ravens housed at the Faraday residence. He had been a wild crow, not born in the midst of captivity, but Minerva had liked him. He was something that hadn't been groomed and controlled by her family and their quest to maintain image, status, and money. She quickly gave her form back to the woman behind the desk, managing to find the seat amongst the crowded room.

Spoiler: Appearance

 

[Jodyguru]

A boy approached the raven and tried to pet it. He was young and short, only slightly taller than the trash can. The Raven stuck its open beak out at his hand, hissing with tongue out. The boy retreated and looked cautiously at the bird.

"Man, the outdoor training is going to destroy that kid." one student chuckled to his friend close to where Minerva was sitting. A taller boy, looking to be twelve or thirteen, stepped away from the group and met eyes with her for a brief moment. He smiled, then continued forward towards the timid child.

"Back up, kid. Hands look like snakes to birds. You can't just stick a hand in their face... look." He had a sunflower seed in his fingers, and approached the bird with it. The raven looked at it sideways, then snatched it out of his hand. The younger boy gasped and laughed a little.
"That's cool. Who owns that bird, anyway? I don't think its lost."

 

[alwaystheOptimist]

Minerva had been studying the cracks in the polished wood floor when she heard the tell-tale hiss of Dingle and a small shout of surprise. Turning her face, she watched the small boy with a bemused expression, lost in the depths of her own thought. Dingle wasn't an extreme bird, as the instinct of survival kicked in every time he was approached by someone new. He hissed slightly once more and once again, Minerva drifted off in thought. She jolted into the reality of the world around her when someone said, "That's cool. Who owns that bird, anyway? I don't think it looks lost."

Minerva glanced over at the two boys standing near the trash can, a half-broken sunflower seed pressed tightly in Dingle's beak. She silently prayed that she wouldn't have to talk to these people and she let out a sigh when Dingle cawed softly and lifted his wings, flapping into the space between Minerva's feet. He threw the seed into the air, swallowing it when it landed in his mouth. It wasn't that she hated social interactions. In fact, Minerva liked making friends. But when people found out about her rich background and funded education, they turned her away, thinking that she was pitying them and thus had become friends. She put her face in her hands, peeking through the gap of her fingers to see if the boys would come over.

 

[Jodyguru]

He looked to see where the bird landed. The girl sitting over it seemed none too surprised. He knew then who it belonged to. He thought about going to talk to her, but nerves got the better of him. She was pretty, and he never talked to pretty girls. He managed a friendly wave, looking towards the bird.
"Robert Hardie?" An attendant called. The preteen turned and answered him. They went into the next room and disappeared.

The young boy approached Minerva with a peanut he found on the ground. "Can I feed your birdie?" He asked.

 

[alwaystheOptimist]

Minerva held back a groan when the smaller boy made his way over to her, a shy smile on his face. Dingle squawked, edging further back between her feet. The hands on her face slipped into her lap and she gave the boy a small smile. No use in being rude and causing him to cry. She could tell he had a delicate personality. She pushed Dingle forward, though he gave her a slight peck.

"Sure. Dingle likes peanuts."

She didn't quite know why she said that extra detail. Maybe it was his adorable face and the way his eyes brightened at her positive response.

 

[Jodyguru]

The boy giggled at the name Dingle. “Here Dingle, eat up” he said. The raven snatched the peanut from him and started prying it open with his beak.
“Whoa, birds are cool but scary. This whole place is scary. My mom is a student here. I don’t know where she is.”

 

[alwaystheOptimist]

Minerva frowned, "Are you lost?". She watched the boy study Dingle as he pecked at the peanut, wheezing when a piece got stuck in his throat.
She shook her head at his alarmed look. Everyone got scared when Dingle forced large pieces of food down his throat, but the raven had a strange knack for swallowing things in one go.
"Give him a minute. He'll swallow it right up." Dingle let out another hack and the peanut continued its descent and the raven began to peck at the peanut once more.

 

[Jodyguru]

The boy silently nodded to Minerva’s question. Watching the raven struggle and choke on the peanut made his eyes water, and it looked like he’d start crying.

 

[alwaystheOptimist]

Minerva eyes widened slightly, dread filling her gut. She reached down and grabbed Dingle between her hands, holding him out to the boy. "Don't cry. You can pet him, see?" But it was no use. The child's sniffles turned to sobs and he sank to the floor, crying loudly. A couple people turned their heads to look at Minerva, some looking annoyed and others empathetic. Minerva awkwardly tried to avoid their gaze, trying to calm him down.

"It's okay. Don't worry. Everything will be alright," she patted his head awkwardly, unsure of how to calm his hysterics.

 

[Jodyguru]

A brunette with her hair in a messy bun came into view. “Oh Tommy, there you are!” She said and picked her son up. “It’s okay sweetie”
One moment. She took a minute to get her blue robe on and he was out of sight.
“My name is Rose Parker” she introduced herself to Min.
“I’m in class one-o-three. Did he get hurt?”
Looking him over, he seemed fine.
“Dingle almost died” Tommy said.
The woman frowned at hearing this. “What does that mean” Rose asked the bird owner.

“Minerva Faraday” the attendant called.

 

[Surfergirlgeek]

A ghostly pale girl with freckles, deep gray eyes, and hip length almost curly brown hair enters the room and makes her way to the counter. Draped across her shoulders is a green and silvery gold snake the with of a ping-pong ball, and on her feet where black combat boots. She seemed to exude confidence, but what people didn't know was that it was an act and she was really shy and incredibly nervous. When she got to the counter she took the form and whent to sit by a boy and girl bonding over a raven.
XXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXX
Name: Lupa Annabella Hearthorn
Age: 17
House: Blue, First Year
Homeroom: X X X X
Major: Summoning.
Minor: Illusion
Details: There is soposedly vampire blood in my family, I'm not shure how much because my family doesn't like to talk about it. My doctor says I got a bad lot in terms of geting the Gene's however with my pale complexion, temper, and pesky mild light and sound sensitivity. I don't have any dietary restrictions but I do take a liquid supplement that looks and smells kinda like blood.

 

[alwaystheOptimist]

Minerva laughed awkwardly, "Nothing. He just choked on a piece of peanut. Nothing to worry about. I-I'll just go now," she picked up her bags, making a dash for the door.
The attendant gave Minerva a stiff once over, though she noticed that their eyes slightly widened at the sight of her white hair.
"Minerva Faraday," she said to the attendant, holding out her ID card, "That's me." A squawk was heard and Dingle hopped onto the girl's shoulder, frightening the attendant with another large squawk.

 

[Jodyguru]

Details: There is soposedly vampire blood in my family, I'm not shure how much because my family doesn't like to talk about it. My doctor says I got a bad lot in terms of geting the Gene's however with my pale complexion, temper, and pesky mild light and sound sensitivity. I don't have any dietary restrictions but I do take a liquid supplement that looks and smells kinda like blood.

The clerk looked over the paperwork.
“If you can provide us with a copy of your medication paperwork we can see about getting you refills. Please wait for your name to be called.”

Minerva laughed awkwardly, "Nothing. He just choked on a piece of peanut. Nothing to worry about. I-I'll just go now," she picked up her bags, making a dash for the door.
The attendant gave Minerva a stiff once over, though she noticed that their eyes slightly widened at the sight of her white hair.
"Minerva Faraday," she said to the attendant, holding out her ID card, "That's me." A squawk was heard and Dingle hopped onto the girl's shoulder, frightening the attendant with another large squawk.

The attendant handed her a blue robe in her size, and her gifts. A notebook, ink pen, and a map of the castle. First years weren’t expected to know how door portals worked.
After changing into her new robe, Minerva was told to go to home room 103.
The homeroom was roudy with young boys. She noticed Rose sitting with her son on her lap. The boy was drawing on Rose’s notebook with hand clutching a pencil.
In the middle of the classroom was Robert Hardy. He was chatting with another student sitting next to him. He and Rose both had an empty seat next to them.

 

[Surfergirlgeek]

She ruffled in her bag and pulled out a folder with a bucsh of assorted papers it it befor handing a prescription for 'Synthetic Blood', "Er, here it is, um, ya, My doctor has a weird sense of humor" she scratched behind her right ear befor petting the snake and taking a deep breath. "Do I need to show, or um give... (another deep breath) Is there anything else?"

 

[Jodyguru]

She ruffled in her bag and pulled out a folder with a bucsh of assorted papers it it befor handing a prescription for 'Synthetic Blood', "Er, here it is, um, ya, My doctor has a weird sense of humor" she scratched behind her right ear befor petting the snake and taking a deep breath. "Do I need to show, or um give... (another deep breath) Is there anything else?"

The clerk looked it over and nodded. “Yes. Very good. Welcome to Phoenixblood, LuAnna Herethorn.”
She handed the girl a red button. It was round and shiny like a little ruby.

 

[Surfergirlgeek]

Lupa sat back where she had before and wondered where the others with the bird had gone. She sat down and Phoenix, the snake, adjusted himself on her moving from being draped to being wrapped like a loose scarf around her neck. She turned the button over in her hand wandering what of was for and if everyone gets one.

 

[alwaystheOptimist]

Minerva caught sight of Rose, an embarrassed blush rising to her cheeks. She obviously couldn't sit next to her. She'd made her son cry! She managed to maneuver through the mass of spitballs and paper planes flying across the room, sliding into the seat next to a rather quiet-looking boy. His name had been...Robert Hardy? Oh, she remembered now. He was the boy who had fed Dingle before. She gave him a small, awkward smile, before turning to face the front of the class.

 

[Jodyguru]

Lupa sat back where she had before and wondered where the others with the bird had gone. She sat down and Phoenix, the snake, adjusted himself on her moving from being draped to being wrapped like a loose scarf around her neck. She turned the button over in her hand wandering what of was for and if everyone gets one.

the snake’s eye gazed at the button and tickled it with his tongue.
A glum looking teenager, roughly 15 years old approached Lupa.
“They gave you one too? Someone told me they mean you’re a danger to others. The bum class.”
He frowned and looked over at a mean looking group of teenagers. He stuffed his red button in his pocket after showing it to Lupa.

Minerva caught sight of Rose, an embarrassed blush rising to her cheeks. She obviously couldn't sit next to her. She'd made her son cry! She managed to maneuver through the mass of spitballs and paper planes flying across the room, sliding into the seat next to a rather quiet-looking boy. His name had been...Robert Hardy? Oh, she remembered now. He was the boy who had fed Dingle before. She gave him a small, awkward smile, before turning to face the front of the class.

”Are you excited or nervous? I think I’m both. I heard this college has the strongest wizards in the world coming to it.”
The chatter among the class continued. Robert was drawing in his notebook with a charcoal pencil. The drawing was an eye surrounded in black tentacles that form a circle. If he had a candle, he would heat a metal coil and draw a wax rune on it.
When he was done, he passed the drawing to Minerva.
The writing under the drawing said “Deep Water Spell” with an outline of where to inscribe circled in thin lines.

 

[Surfergirlgeek]

She gave an amused huff to the snake and moved the pin away, looking up at footsteps and seeing a boy who spoke to her. She replied"Lovely, well what's done is done. My name is Lupa, I'm an old lady first year, 17, and I'm rambling, how about you, what's your name?" She bit her lip and wondered if she sounded rude and of she should have offered him a seet of somthing.

 

[Jodyguru]

She gave an amused huff to the snake and moved the pin away, looking up at footsteps and seeing a boy who spoke to her. She replied"Lovely, well what's done is done. My name is Lupa, I'm an old lady first year, 17, and I'm rambling, how about you, what's your name?" She bit her lip and wondered if she sounded rude and of she should have offered him a seet of somthing.

“Uh, I’m Drevin St. Carlisle. My parents are vampires. They also made a huge donation to the college for their support. So far I feel like they should ask for a refund.”
He sneered, looking over at the other guys. He decided to sit down next to Lupa.

 

[Surfergirlgeek]

Lupa smiled faintly when he sat and offered her hand "I'm part vampire to, if you couldn't tell, I think its obvious but my Dad says it isn't, I think he is just in denial, I hope you don't mind snakes, Loki is a sweetheart along and you don't try to hurt me, he's a little protective. Do you think that labeled us because we have vamp blood? It's the only thing I can think of. And I'm rambling again... sorry. " she absentmindedly started stroking the snake.

 

[alwaystheOptimist]

Minerva glanced at Robert and then looked back at the drawing. Taking out her own Inkpen, she fixed some parts of the drawing, changing a few of the runes. Pulling out a small candle, she chanted a small spell at the wick lit up with a small hiss. She dripped hot wax on the outline, blowing out the flame of the candle when she was done. Then, hands splayed over the rune, she chanted a few words and the image lit up, glowing an eerie blue. Dingle let out a squawk, flying to the window sill as a jet of water erupted from the paper and soaked half the class.

"Oops." Minerva laughed awkwardly, brushing wet strands out of her face.

 

[Jodyguru]

Lupa smiled faintly when he sat and offered her hand "I'm part vampire you, if you couldn't tell, I think its abuse but my Dad says it isn't, I think he is just in denial, I hope you don't mind snakes, Loki is a sweetheart along and you don't try to hurt me, he's a little protective. Do you think that labeled us because we have vamp blood? It's the only thing I can think of. And I'm rambling again... sorry. " she absentmindedly started stroking the snake.

Drevin chuckled. She was dreadfully nervous, and it showed. She didn’t have the fangs. That was interesting.
“It’s alright. Many wizards love to ramble. My grandpa does it a lot. Uh, I don’t mean you’re like a grandpa. It’s just funny how wizards are with people.” He chuckled nervously. Now he was feeling awkward too.
The snake moved towards him. Drevin watched it for a moment, seeming not too interested in reptiles.
“Roasted snake is pretty tasty.” He said softly.

Minerva glanced at Robert and then looked back at the drawing. Taking out her own Inkpen, she fixed some parts of the drawing, changing a few of the runes. Pulling out a small candle, she chanted a small spell at the wick lit up with a small hiss. She dripped hot wax on the outline, blowing out the flame of the candle when she was done. Then, hands splayed over the rune, she chanted a few words and the image lit up, glowing an eerie blue. Dingle let out a squawk, flying to the window sill as a jet of water erupted from the paper and soaked half the class.

"Oops." Minerva laughed awkwardly, brushing wet strands out of her face.

A girl sitting a row ahead of her screamed out loud when she got soaked.
Robert laughed heartily. He couldn’t believe how well it worked.
A small white squid sat on Minerva’s desk. A byproduct of her spell.
The classroom door opened, and a tough looking woman in a yellow ironed suit entered the room. She had a rapier on her waist and an iron helmet under her armpit.
She set the helmet down loudly on the desk and looked around the room. Her sharp cold eyes peered into each student. They were quickly turning to expressions of nervousness and fear. Even the rowdiest boy swallowed hard and minded himself in the domineering shadow of this lady Professor.
“... Why is my floor all wet” the teacher asked. The girl in front of Min pointed at her.
“She cast a spell and soaked us!”

The hard glare of the Professor fell onto Minerva.
“Is that so? Stand up and give me your name, blue hat.”

 

[alwaystheOptimist]

Oh, gods. If her parents had seen her now they would have been so embarrassed. She had just bruised the Faraday name because of her idiocy! She pushed her chair back, soggy robes clinging to her body. She tried to look her professor in the eye but to no avail. Instead, she cowered under her gaze. "M-Minerva Faraday." She glared at Robert, hands balling into fists. Oh, that kid was going to pay for what he'd done. Very dearly. Dingle squawked as if mocking her and danced on the sill.