Calfuray Academy (ManxMan) ✔️

Chapter 11

Chapter 11: MorphPples

"So if I were to wear a garbage bag with enough confidence people would consider it fashion?" Thulani asked unconvinced, looking at Dipi as if she were mad.

"No, people won't necessarily think that it is fashion but more people will think that whatever you are doing is supposed to happen. If that makes sense." Dipi answered. Lani opened his mouth to speak but Orlando cut in.

"No, it does not make any sense at all." He stated seriously. Dipi whacked his arm and Orlando just laughed after flinching from the attack.

A few of us were just chilling in the back gardens before our classes had to start. Dipi had mentioned during lunch that going out into nature is good for the body or something like that so some of the people in my group thought that they could come along just to be around people longer and chill.

Sam hadn't come because she wanted to do some personal stuff in her room before going to class, and Harvey and Warlo hadn't come because the two had left before breakfast even ended and were probably doing random stuff together since they were best friends.

My brother Orlando had joined us and though it was kind of hard for some of my friends to get used to speaking to him casually they got over it when he and I had hit each other back and forth for a good minute. Now we were just lounging around and talking about whatever while looking at our phones.

After maybe fifteen more minutes of doing nothing together we heard the familiar warning to start heading to class. Because we stayed at the school, the academy had us finish breakfast about an hour before classes started and half of that time was considered 'get ready for school time' the other half was considered 'somehow get your social buts into your first classes'.

I tended to just relax for the first half then get ready all in the second since I was one of those few people who got ready in five minutes. So, when I heard the call Sebastian was on my feet and waving goodbye to my friends.

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As a magic user and someone who relied on the ability quite regularly because it suited me I should have been jumping for joy when my magic class came around. It was a quarter theory, a quarter spell memorizing, and half hands-on magic practice.

At the time when I first saw the list of all my classes I was ecstatic, I found magic loads of fun, and being able to use it even better would be great in the long run. But now that I attended magic class, I always dreaded stepping into the room.

Though a smaller portion of the class, spell memorizing was extremely difficult. It wasn't like the movies where they were all in Latin.

Depending on who made the spell and at one time we could get a spell in any language possibly known to man ever. There was one that I had learned last week which was in freaking Arabic. I don't even know anybody who speaks Arabic! Yet I had to somehow develop the perfect accent and say all of the words perfectly. If you are not a magic-user yourself then I know what you are probably thinking.

"Why not just translate it into English?"

Although translations would be hard to do without a fluent speaker, nowadays we have google translator. But because that can sometimes be shit, us magic users can use a translator spell.

The problem is, when a spell is created it has power and strength because of the power of the person who wrote it down. A person associates certain emotions to certain words and if I were to translate that Arabic spell into English more than half, if not all, of the power would be lost in the translation. Because of that annoying fact I am stuck trying to recite Japanese and sounding like an idiot.