Misfortune Without A Conscience #Wattys2017

Chapter 2-4

         

"Hello Philip, I'm Professor Arlus, I will be your magic abilities teacher from now on." The middle among the three people proclaimed. Of course, it was certainly not astounding that these were professors; no wonder their appearances seemed rather familiar; all of them were dressed articulately, as dull as it sounds. I responded curiously for I had not known why that would be an assertive command rather than an option. "Why so, Professor?". "The reason would not seem applicable, granted, it would be so." That was rather a confusing statement rather a satisfactory answer for my conscience. Perhaps I'd rather not know it then considering the deficits it may uphold if it were that supposedly severe.

Professor Arlus seemed like a friendly person, he had a mark embodied on his temple which seemingly acted as a segment of his hair, it was a concealed figure that I could not comprehend; it represented a supposed creature that was darkish and adusk. I wasn't entirely sure really, perhaps it was something that he held dearly and lost. I winced at that thought considering how outlandish that went and proceeded to question the matter. "Alright, so when would we start?" I reciprocated. "When you're ready, Room 15" Professor Arlus replied swiftly whilst in the midst of leaving with his two companions. I answered with utter shock by jumping off the bedstead in impulse, slightly injuring my already hurting leg. "Take it slowly, you're still mentally wounded" Professor Arlus and his companions spoke articulately whilst leaving the medical hall which was seemingly embellished in grandiose golden paint previously unseen. The vicinity was decorated with radiant furnitures which appear translucent upon the glint of light reflecting on it. The scent was overwhelming and pleasant, as the heather-scented air overcame, much like sensual smell of the rare trees at the realms of Onyx, it was familiar, but certainly not as great. There was a deafening noise that could not fade away, it was subtle but noticeable. The audible noise was soft; it had provided a serene and tranquil atmosphere; had it been more discerning and shallow, it would have been of my liking. But otherwise, this was considered rather adequate.

Then I had realised I had ought to pace towards room 15, with that I had rushed the cemented causeway surrounded by a spectrum of windows that appeared glinting with light through the transient sun which my every step seemingly had it moved , my premature leg also did hurt at certain steps. But the pain was certainly bearable .Then, I had realised the massive size of the school through the gradual walk towards the certain room, which I had previously disregarded. Perhaps it were to be my adaptation towards the school; and that if I were to leave it, leads to this. There were of course, several people meandering around ,some possessed of intentions; some not, which was common in the school as the region was enormous and practically represented as one of the nucleus' in a body of some sort, in which this case, the body of the magic community considering Blaughweth was one of the most prestigious and recognisable magic school in the society of Saihs'. This exemplified the mass of this school, very dense indeed, thereby people often had different class periods; assuming one does not skip, these circumstances happened pretty commonly.

I had paced towards room 15 in a deft and swift stance, astonished at my speed really, I had soon reached the certain room in which a door labelled so. "Room 15, authorised personnel only", the methodical of reaching this room was considered tiring. It attributed to my mild wound which slowly worsen, I had presumed that I could heal it afterwards with the wand I had possessed. The path to reach here took asking questions to different audiences which did not matter considering they had not known of this certain vicinity's existence, which was entirely contradictory for they were practically assigned to study in that proximity. My assumptions say so but fact is otherwise, which once again proves that my conscience never seems to prevail. Somehow my thoughts seem to shift towards my wand. Then I had realised that my wand had disappeared , with that I had believed it was due to the predicament at Onyx? My Misfortune's sceptre was certainly nowhere to be found as I searched my ample pockets which sustained practically nothing. It was then that the probable conjecture was that I had dropped it during the passing out session.