Octain was taking his time after class to start marking by the lake. Using a small clip board he was holding in his hands using the red cloak as more of a picnic blanket on the ground as he was sitting on the ground looking through papers trying to find out how out of tune people are with magic. They just thought it was something they knew and saw many versions of it. Though that wasn't what Magic was. He rubbed his eyes that were visible through the mask as he laid down.
"Should be an interesting year.." he said as he looked at some the students answers. All of them did really say the same thing. He just kept reading and marking either a pass or fail. Nothing in between. He noticed a shadow being cast on the ground as the now blue sky was being corrupted by clouds. Not rain clouds. Just those floaters that always seem to just stay there and cover the sun.
It wasn't anything to do with him as he closed his eyes and placing the papers back in his satchel. The day felt like a lazy day due to the current change in weather. He sat up and slowly got up as he turned the water purple using one of his spells as a voice echoed like in the hallowed halls of a church. Watching the purple river go and hearing a few students scream that the water was purple he chuckled a bit before covering himself with his cloak to hide his vest and shorts as well as his satchel and spell book and began to move his way up the lake to find out where the river came from.
"Should be an interesting year.." he said as he looked at some the students answers. All of them did really say the same thing. He just kept reading and marking either a pass or fail. Nothing in between. He noticed a shadow being cast on the ground as the now blue sky was being corrupted by clouds. Not rain clouds. Just those floaters that always seem to just stay there and cover the sun.
It wasn't anything to do with him as he closed his eyes and placing the papers back in his satchel. The day felt like a lazy day due to the current change in weather. He sat up and slowly got up as he turned the water purple using one of his spells as a voice echoed like in the hallowed halls of a church. Watching the purple river go and hearing a few students scream that the water was purple he chuckled a bit before covering himself with his cloak to hide his vest and shorts as well as his satchel and spell book and began to move his way up the lake to find out where the river came from.