The Magicians Eliot's Flame Dance

Ice Ice Baby

  Shit! I got to be up! I woke up in a panic, shaking, I ran looking for the bathroom in my room barely making it as I threw up in the toilet, shaking violently. 'Great...that's a hell of a way to start the day....' I flushed the toilet as my hand shook against it, sitting up slowly as my legs shook under me and my stomach growled from the random, harsh attack. I took a deep breath and looked at myself in the bathroom vanity, my eyes were bloodshot even though I had rested and was pale. I had nothing on me besides what I had worn when I shown up, at the bathroom sink was a toothbrush, new in it's packaging, and toothpaste, mouthwash unopened and towels to take a shower. I sighed as I brushed my teeth, my thoughts were humming in a disorganized mess. What will this even be? I'm not ready for this maybe I shouldn't be here maybe this is a trap, what if they will hurt me? Brainwash me? This isn't real you're just loosing it watch you're just in a psych ward, Alex. I spit out my brushings and rinsed. 'Get it together.' I told myself, over and over. I checked the time to make sure I had enough time to shower, luckily I woke up early, 8:30. Plenty of time before 10. I can't be late for whatever this is going to be. Is it just, a classroom? A weird cult initiation? Will there be a goat sacrifice? My mind went down the rabbit hole with possibilities as I showered. 

I was ready to go by 9:30, I took a really long hot shower, I wondered how I was even going to pay for attending here, and if I don't pay with money, by what other, dark, cruel means. I didn't think that through when I was in shock, did I? I wandered down the halls of the dorms, trying to find the classroom, Eliot didn't exactly specify where. I found another hallway, with tall gothic double decker doors, with small little teacher plaques, yet, on such a big door they were barely readable. 'Mr. Hewitt's', 'Mrs. Long', I walked down the hall. Until.... 

Umph!

I felt a sharp pain to my side, I looked in front of me to find a tallish blonde boy, medium long hair, he had the classic hipster outfit, black skinny jeans and an oversized black sweater, though he just screamed "nerdy" to me. "I'm sorry...I was just looking for my class..." I mumbled, helping him pick up his books. One of the many books was a Fillory book. He keeled down quickly, a bit frazzled to help me. "U-uh...It's okay, you must be new."  I nodded, handing him the books I collected for him. "I'm Quentin, who was your guide?" Quentin asked quietly, taking the books from me, he tucked strands of his blonde hair behind his ear, sort of ducking his head, he  he seemed a bit socially awkward and shy. "Eliot. Do you know him?" I asked with the same amount of quiet and shyness in my voice, "He's going to have my ass if I don't show up on time..." Quentin comments sarcastically, "Ah, Eliot's favorite thing to do." I nodded, "Yeah he doesn't seem too happy about it...." Quentin chuckled, "He's not very social, warm up to you. Come with me, we go to the same class together." I nodded again, following him to class, behind him shyly, I didn't know if I was supposed to bring any books with me or not, though Quentin didn't mention anything about the books I had lack there of. It was silent most of the way there but then Quentin cleared his throat, "So uhm, where you from?" "New York." I replied, "You?" "Same." He responded.

I could tell he really wanted to know about me, but I was in no position to tell someone I just met my whole life story and he seemed to understand that, remaining silent the rest of the way. It was quiet a long ways away from the dorms, it was quiet a maze to get through the school. I memorized every step we took, 1 left, 2 rights, straight 7 doors, another left, straight 10 doors, another right and one left, door down the hall, last door, right at the end of the line, with huge, double decker walnut nearly medieval castle sized doors with a small little teachers plaque that read, "Mr. Dean Fogg".

He opened the door for me, as I nodded shyly as a thank you, ducking my head as I passed him as I walked him he followed me from behind closing the door softly to not disturb the class. I scanned the room. It was maybe a class of 30 kids, in old fashion desks and chairs with the arm rests, some of the kids I saw when I first arrived were in this class too. Beautiful old style archways and single paned windows lit up the classroom. An old walnut wrap around rustic desk in the front of the classroom, littered with beakers and other scientific tools, and behind it stood Dean Fogg, and his chalkboard. The rest of the classroom was decorated with vines that trailed and wrapped around the beams toward the ceiling, magnificent, alien looking plants and bookshelves filled with what looked like old, leatherbound books. I looked at the clock right over the chalkboard: 10 right on the dot. Yay, don't get to piss the gay off. Eliots arm were crossed over his chest and legs kicked up on his desk. There was a girl next to him wearing a tight fitted pink half thigh dress, with black high heels, with a arm linked with Eliots. "Good, you're on time. This is Margo and I see you met Quentin already." Eliot spoke up. Margo stood up and walked over to me, observing me and studying me. "Ehh...Shes alright, a bit nerdy," She started, tilting her head. "Huh, maybe needs a better fashion sense, sweetheart Im taking you shopping." I looked down at what I was wearing. I do have to admit, I was poor and my grandparents barely supplied me with enough money to get good clothes. It was a beat up baggy grey sweater that looks scruffy and shredded up black jeans with old converse that barely fit me anymore. "Yeah...." I mumbled shyly. "Awww shes shy, don't worry, I dont bite.....alot." She smirked. Eliot chuckled and pats the seat on the other side of him. Margo sat down on her side of him.Mr. Fogg cleared his throat, "Class is beginning now people. Alex, please, retrieve your books from the bookshelf on the left, first shelf, the first 10 books you see." 10 books?! WHAT? I pulled the giant, leather bound textbooks, easily 1000 pages long for each, I felt like I was carrying weights back, what did any of these have to do with magic? Chakras? Chemistry? Physics? What, is this a science class? I brought the books back to the desk Eliot had invited me to next to them, shyly, stumbling over my feet, with the load I'm carrying made it hard to keep my balance, I roughly plopping them down on the desk with a slam, and I sat down, flinching and cringing to the ruckus I made. Quentin took a seat on the other side of me.