Morty knows he shouldn't be screwing around with multidimensional shit. It's dangerous, it's impractical, it's blah blah blah. But it's a potential key to unlimited energy, how does nobody see that? He's built a dimensional siphon (it kind of looks like a cardboard box with a funnel and a TI-84 taped to it, but it damn well works), keyed in the dimensional coordinates to a random plane, and by God he's going to use it.
He flips the switch and waits for the energy bar to fill up.
It does! It fills up very rapidly. Then it explodes, along with the box. There's rather more smoke than there should be, and once the smoke clears someone is standing there.
"Oh dear," Morty says faintly.
"Ha! Yeah, you can't hold it with TK or something either. It's all about proper form. Come to think of it, I'm not sure somebody below Ex-4 could even do it; there's only so much you can make up for with conservation of movement. So she might be disqualified regardless."
"Yeah, she'd probably have the same Exemplar rating as me, all gemini wind up about the same on that front."
Ariel coughs. "So, uh, probably we should be getting back to Whateley."
She puts a twenty on the table, then heads over towards the cashier. "Paying for things, a good habit."
The food is paid for. Ariel holds out her arm genteelly (and unnecessarily).
Bella takes it anyway. And puts them down in front of her next class, since Ariel doesn't have one now. "Do you want me to drop you in your dorm, or...?"
"Sure. Thanks for lunch." They already have linked arms; Bella squeezes her hand, then goes in to her history class.
Bella attends history. She has a few hours free to meditate (and take notes on her rate to add to her graph) and do the reading she acquires in history class, and then it is time for the chaos magic thing!
Harry does not appear to have arrived. Ariel has, though! She has a seat near the front of the lecture hall, the neighbor to which she has defended against all comers (to wit, one nebbishy frosh who didn't notice her bookbag there). She waves Bella over expansively.
"Hi! This is gonna be great, I'm super excited. Harry knows his shit. He was, like, a practicing superhero for a really long time. He's great."
Harry rushes in a few minutes late, carrying stacks of poorly organized paper.
"Hell's bells, people actually came," he mutters. "Hi. Jeez. Um. Let me... get set up, over here."
There's some tittering from the peanut gallery.
Bella doesn't laugh at him, although she does blink (did he not look at his enrollment?) and turn to a fresh page in a notebook.
"Okay. So. This is, as you probably know, the Special Topics seminar on chaos magic, sometimes called 'natural' magic. I, personally, just call it chaos magic, because it's more accurate and I don't like candy-coating that kind of thing. Now, chaos as a concept has a bad reputation, especially for those in the hermetic tradition, and so the school tends to have some nasty preconceptions tied to it. I'm here in part to dispel some of those ideas. Can anyone tell me what they think chaos magic is?"
If there was preliminary reading to do for this class nobody told Bella. And she's very short on relevant cultural context to draw from. She doesn't raise her hand.
"I think it's evil magic made of fire and lightning that can only destroy," she chirps piously. "That's why Magus is always fighting chaos mages, because they're all evil!"