He left when Benisek started discussing pros and cons of various girls in their class, not willing to get dragged into such a discussion, and went back to his room to get some reading done. He hadn’t even opened the first book properly when he was interrupted by a knock on the door. Very few people cared to track him down to his room, so he actually had a pretty good idea of who it was before he even opened the door.
"Hi, Roach!"
Zorian stared at the grinning girl in front of him, contemplating whether to take offense at the insulting nickname before shooing her inside. In the past, while he was still crushing on her, the nickname had kind of hurt… now it was just slightly annoying. Taiven promptly ran inside and jumped on his bed like a little kid. Really, what had he ever seen in her? Beside a beautiful older girl who was fairly nice to him and had a propensity to wear form-fitting clothes, that is.
"I thought you graduated," he said.
"I did," she answered, taking one of the spellbooks he borrowed from the library into her lap to leaf through it. Seeing how she had already taken over his bed, he sat down on the chair in front of his work desk. "But you know how it goes – there’s always too many young mages, never enough masters willing to take them under their wing. I’m working as a class assistant for Nirthak. Hey, if you took nonmagical combat you’re going to see me all the time!"
"Yeah, right," Zorian snorted. "Nirthak blacklisted me in advance, just in case I get any ideas."
"Really!?"
"Yeah. Not that I would ever sign up for a class like that anyway," Zorian said. Except maybe to watch Taiven all sweaty and puffed up in that tight outfit she always wore whenever she trained.
"Pity," she said, seemingly engrossed in his book. "You really should put on some muscle one of these days. Girls like boys who exercise."
"I don’t care what girls like," Zorian snapped crankily. She was starting to sound like his mother. "Why are you here anyway?"
"Oh calm down, it was just a thought," she said with a dramatic sigh. "Boys and their fragile little egos."
"Taiven, I like you, but you’re really treading on thin ice here," Zorian warned.
"I came here to ask if you would join me and a couple of others on a job tomorrow," she said, throwing the book aside and finally getting to the point of her visit.
"A job?" Zorian asked suspiciously.
"Yeah. Well, more like a mission. You know those job postings people tack onto the big board inside the administrative building?"
Zorian nodded. Whenever a mage in the city wanted something done for cheap, he posted a job offer there for interested students. The payout was generally miserable, but students had to collect points by doing these, so everyone had to do a number of them. Most people didn’t start doing these before their fourth year, unless they really needed the money, and Zorian fully intended to follow this tradition.
"There is a pretty nice one there," Taiven said. "It’s actually just a simple find and retrieve in the tunnels below the city that-"
"A sewer run!?" asked Zorian incredulously, cutting her off. "You want me to go on a sewer run?"
"It’s good experience!" Taiven protested.
"No," said Zorian, crossing his arms. "No way."
"Oh come on, Roach, I’m begging you!" Taiven whined. "We can’t apply until we find a fourth member of the team! Would it kill you to make this tiny sacrifice for your old friend?"
"It very well might!" Zorian said.
"You’ll have three other people to protect you!" she assured. "We’ve been there hundreds of times and nothing really dangerous ever happens down there – the rumors are mostly exaggerated."
Zorian snorted and looked away. Even if they really did keep him safe, it was still a trek through smelly, disease-ridden tunnels with three people he didn’t really know, and who probably resented having to bring him along for the sake of a formality.
Besides, he still hadn’t forgiven her for that fake date she invited him on. She may not have known he was crushing on her at the time, but it was still a pretty insensitive thing she did that evening.
Also, he might feel a little more inclined to help if she stopped calling him Roach. It was not nearly as cute as she thought it was.
"Okay, how about a bet?" she tried.
"No," Zorian promptly refused.
She let out an affronted cry. "You didn’t even hear me out!"
"You want to fight," Zorian said. "You always want to fight."
"So?" she pouted. "You chickening out? You’re admitting you’d lose to a girl?"
"Absolutely," Zorian deadpanned. Both of Taiven’s parents were martial arts practitioners, and they had taught her how to fight since she could walk. Zorian wouldn’t last five seconds against her in hand-to-hand combat.
Hell, he doubted anyone in school would do much better.
Taiven waved her hands in the air in a frustrated gesture and promptly collapsed on his bed, and for a moment Zorian actually thought she was accepting defeat. Then she sat up and folded her legs under her until she was sitting in a lotus position. The smile on her face was giving Zorian a bad feeling.
"So," she began cheerfully. "How have you been?"
Zorian sighed. This was not how he intended to spend his weekend.
Two days later, Zorian was well settled into his new room and it was Monday morning. Rising early was pure torture after he had gotten into the habit of sleeping in, but he managed. He had many flaws, but a lack of self-discipline wasn’t one of them.
He had managed to fend off Taiven after three hours of verbal wrangling, though he was in no mood for anything after that and put off reading for another day after her visit. In the end he spent the entire weekend lazing around, actually somewhat impatient for the classes to start.
The first class of the day was Essential Invocations, and Zorian wasn’t quite sure what it was supposed to teach. Most of the other classes on his schedule had a clear subject of study visible from the very name of the subject, but invocation was a general term. Invocations were what most people thought about when someone said magic – a few arcane words and strange gestures and poof! Magic effect. It was actually more involved than that – a lot more involved – but that was the visible part, so that’s what people focused on. Clearly the academy felt the class was important, because they had a period scheduled for it every day of the week.
As he approached the classroom, he noticed a familiar person standing in front of the door with a clipboard in her hands. This, at least, was a familiar sight. Akoja Stroze had been the class representative for his group since their first year, and she took her position very seriously. She gave him a harsh look when she noticed him, and Zorian wondered what he had done to annoy her now.
"You’re late," she stated when he got close enough.
Zorian raised an eyebrow at this. "The class doesn’t start for at least 10 more minutes. How can I be late?"
"Students are supposed to be in the classroom and ready for class 15 minutes before the class starts," she stated.
Zorian rolled his eyes. This was ridiculous, even for Akoja. "Am I the last person to arrive?"
"No," she conceded after a short silence.
Zorian walked past her and entered the classroom.
You could always tell when you walked into a gathering of mages – their appearance and fashion sense gave them away unerringly, especially in Cyoria where mages from all over the world sent their children. Many of his classmates came from established magical families, if not outright Houses, and many mage lineages produced children with noticeable peculiarities, either because of bloodlines passed down from parents or because of secret enhancement rituals they subjected themselves to… things like having green hair, or always giving birth to soul-bonded twins, or having tattoo-like markings on their cheeks and forehead. And these were real examples exhibited by his classmates.