You have one objective. Find you soul mate. Only then will you be free of the simulations.
*This is going to be a "series" with multiple different characters and stories.
"Alright, alright, settle down now." says the professor. (A middle aged witch with brown hair, green eyes, and a scar below her left eye)
It's the first day of classes, and it is eight in the morning. I set my alarm for six and came to the crushing realization that I am still definitely NOT a morning person. I hit snooze so many times that when I finally got out of bed it was almost seven thirty! I had no time to shower, so I had to go for a basic glamour spell, and rush to the mess hall. I had not time for a actual breakfast so I grabbed an apple, yogurt, and apple juice. Throwing all of them in my bag and praying I didn't get lost in the ten minutes I had left to find class. Luckily for me, most of the students were moving in one direction, so I followed the herd until I found the signs pointing to the magic classrooms. Luckily for me, it seems our professor is also not a morning person, because she was late as well.
"That is quite enough gentlemen," she says addressing a group of rowdy wizards in the back corner, " I will take a quick roll call to commit your names to memory and then we will begin."
She mumbles an incantation that I know all too well, a memorization spell, and takes roll. That spell is how I made it through mortal elementary school. I got straight A's and my mother never suspected a thing. I don't think I will be getting away with that parlor trick here though. Once she is done she begins the lecture. I realized very quickly that this class was only freshmen, and that this was a basic potions 101 class.
"The magic in potions is delicate. One wrong measurement and you could go from a cure for something as simple as warts, to an explosive that could kill you. This class will not be simple because you are new here. I have high expectations and standards. You will be paired with a partner today. They will be your partner all semester, unless they die, then we will work on getting you a new one."
I look around the room at her last comment and see I am not the only one who is terrified. Why would that be her choice of phrasing? I continue to question her methods as she goes down the list of names pairing people off. I perk up when I hear my name, "Hope Marshall, you will be paired with Leo Thomas"
I begin looking around to find my partner, but it is no use, she has moved through the list so quickly that everyone is scanning the room that nobody can tell who is looking for who. Once she reads the last pair she snaps her fingers. Within a second, the female that was seated two seats over from me is no longer there. In fact, the seat next to me that was empty has been filled with a young man...
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"What the hell?" I hear some wizard in the back yell.
And can I just say, ditto.
"Uh, I am going to assume you're Hope?" the guy next to me asks, with a goofy grin.
I nod.
"Ooo, the silent type, okay," he says leaning over, "I am all for keeping to yourself, but I kind of don't want to die messing up a potion, so I think we will have to talk at some point"
