The scholomance gave him shop class on Monday morning. He, very reasonably, requested shop on Wednesday instead, because he doesn't want to get eaten.
Now he has alch lab on Monday morning. And a literature course that he's pretty sure is going to put him in at least two languages worth of trouble. And Bible class.
He shovels faux scrambled eggs mechanically into his mouth and contemplates his own mortality.
"Hi. Can I -- sit with you?"
An enclave kid, whose tray contains three bowls full of strawberry compote that was probably meant for topping pancakes.
"—oh. Yeah, sure."
He can't help but be a little sympathetic to...whatever's going on there.
"Thanks."
He unloads the bowls onto the table, and pokes one suspiciously with his spoon, even though he's already checked it. Better safe than sorry.
"I'm Camillo. Artifice track."
"You already registered for classes! You can't change your mind now, it'll throw off your whole four-year plan!"
"How is it early? You've already committed to twenty-five percent of your entire time here!"
"...I don't know, shit happens? You're totally sure you're not gonna turn out fantastic at Welsh incantations or something?"
"Welsh is full of rare phonemes and has a vigesimal counting system. I'm not learning Welsh unless, God forbid, the Scholomance drags me into it kicking and screaming."
That seems like the correct compliment.
"Thanks. Gotta remember this stuff somehow."
He glances down at the neat rows of alchemical symbols lined up on his right forearm. They're all clearly stick-and-poke, but the lines are relatively clean, and they're done with a steady hand. Some of the bottom rows show evidence of practice.
"Um -- I've got first aid stuff, candy, random enchanted ... things ..."
And he'd feel incredibly guilty about trading any of them, after his family went to so much loving effort to put together his kit, but he needs to get over that, because this is how things work in here.
"...I dunno, anything in particular you could use?"
"...I can come by after class with the ink and stuff and look at what you've got, if that's cool."
"That would be great -- do you have friends to walk with? You shouldn't go places alone."
"Um -- 589. B. If it's, uh, inconvenient, I can ... bring someone and walk over and get you?" Haozinne is terrifying but Jake is fine, Jake would probably walk over with him.
He does a little mental mapping.
"...yeah, uh, probably fine straight out of class but I wouldn't mind a walk back if you've got people. I'm 50A."
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