"Hear me my fellows, as I step aside, both too late and too early, I am weighted down by an infinite amount of regret. Regret to how I failed to keep the greatness of our passion pure. And though there was nothing I could do stop it, I hold that regret all the same, for it was that weight that held me down to the humble earth. But now as I become too old and see the dreadful way the world is going, I asked every one of my fellows to make a promise to me. Please, do not let our passion become a weapon."
-The Fifth Merlin, 1916, Departure Speech from the position of Merlin of the Grand Council
Monday Funday
The culture of wizards is one made of contradictions. At least from the view point of the mundane. A natural quirk resulting from the wielding of cosmic power. While magic users of otherkin kinds may fall out of these, spell casters of pure humanity all develop the strange tendency of ascribing the same action to situations on the extreme ends of a scale. For example, knocking on a neighbor's door before entering. Mundanes will always knock up to a point where they feel like family. Wizards would do the same, but would also enter the home of a stranger without invite or announcement. The reason for this is because an uninvited wizard is denied their power and are thus showing a gesture of nonviolence. There is always a reason for a wizard's strangeness.
Another tendency is locking doors. Wizards will only lock their door if they feel a lock is needed or pointless. Such as the door to the study of one Professor Runesir whose son, Runesir The Younger, had announced himself after failing to open the door.
"It's charmed, south bound." The man answered. His son waved a hand over the knob and shaped the well worn opening charm to the equally well worn locking charm. He then entered to find his father sitting in a reading chair, "Son, have you need of me?"
"No sir, I only come to deliver a memo from my school." The boy lifted the stack of papers he had brought with him, "Though perhaps I could find opportunity to ask for your schedule for this evening."
"It was full with talks with the university administration," The man dogeared his book and set it aside, "Though now it's cleared upon hearing your concern."
"You need not address my concern so hastily, father."
"Agreed Son. My action was quicker than needed. Yet it is done. Have you a request for my time this evening?"
"Yes, if it's not a bother." The boy answered with a nod.
The man laughed breaking the formal exchange, "Of course not Son. I'm your father. I will always have time for you. What do you want to do this evening?"
"Well, I was hoping we could review my line crafting."
The man laughed and stood securing the book into his coat, "A private lesson. Son, you know there is more to life than studying magic."
"I do, in fact, my afternoon is already filled by activity thanks to that infernal hell spawn I have for a team mate."
"Adrian is a good lad, and it's good to connect with your friends. But why do you want to focus on a study tonight?"
"You know about the other hell spawn in my class. The spell casting one."
"Aye, what about him?"
"He's advancing in his own study at a significant pace. I can't let him pass me. Not in this."
"A rivalry then?"
"What?" The boy scowled at that, "No. He's not my rival. I simply cannot allow an infernal magic user to best us."
"Us?" The man smirked at his son.
"Us of arcane magic."
"I see. Well then, it's decided. After class I will return here for a private lesson."
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