Scene One -- Alchemy Class
Ms. Herro drones on and on in the front of the classroom.
She mixes several liquids, presenting the small golden nugget to the class with pride.
"This, children, is the mark of a true alchemist - being able to create gold!" she triumphantly declares.
Ugh, she's full of herself. You didn't come to this academy for alchemy! You're a wizard, for crying out loud!
> Obviously you came so you could learn to shoot FIREBALLS.
> Obviously you came so you could learn to summon DEMONS.
...Which one is it, again?
Of course you're a pyromancer, my bad.
Well, thankfully it looks like class is over! You run out of the room, grateful to escape Herro's halls.
Scene Two -- Hallway
You have only a few minutes before botany. Ugh. It's a dreadful class, and you're still feeling under-the-weather. Those screaming pox were horrible. Couldn't get a wink of sleep.
> You're almost tempted to SKIP CLASS.
> You'll just have to TOUGH IT OUT.
> You would love to BURN those plants to ashes once and for all.
A penny for your thoughts.
You smile mischeviously. Fire. Perfect. This will make class much more interesting...
You bounce off towards the greenhouse.
Scene Three -- Confrontation
Someone's shoulder clips yours, and you trip. You turn angrily, fingers flashing with flames.
"Watch where you're going!"
I look back at you, quite displeased.
"You watch where you're going."
You growl. "You wanna go?"
I twist around. "Oh, a fight? Yes, please; anything is more interesting than class."
I raise my hands at my sides, ice twisting from my palms.
You do the same, flames flickering from your fingertips.
I take a chance, sending a volley of ice crystals at your chest.
You neatly block it, swirling a fireball over my head as a warning.
"CHILDREN!" The headmaster marches between us, his hands on his hips.
"What do you think you're doing?!"
Nice going. Now we both have detention. For a week.
Don't look at me like that! ...well, yeah, i guess it's kinda my fault too.
The end. Have fun in detention!