"I got a call from school." Master said. I snarled in reply. Aaron rubbed the scrape he got when the principal tackled him to the ground. He was promptly dismissed to have it washed and treated. Master turned on me.
"What were you thinking!?" He screamed. "Using a charm in public, showing up a teacher, setting off a bomb!" He fingered his papers. "Have you gone crazy?"
"School was already messed up." I muttered feigning interest in the dirt my foot poked at. "All you do is sit while your brains get all mushy and dumb."
"Still. You were pretending to have been to school before. Now, get your robes, the Observants of the High Counsel are meeting with me today. I want you to behave. That means no acting out, no talking back, and no bombs." He stressed that last part.
I went to my room. I liked my room. With medium sized ceilings, spacious blue-painted walls, and several desks, couches, bean-bag chairs, bookshelves, carpets, pictures, and many, many, books. I loved to read, loosing myself in every page turn, becoming one with the story. Master says not everyone becomes immersed in what they read. But I don't believe it. Putting on my apprentice robes, I nudge a pile of book that had just collapsed away with my foot. "Penn!" Master calls as I'm fastening my cloak with my favorite gear charm that usually hangs from my neck for quick use.
It's two gears locked together and it has many, many spells to cast. Master gave it to me as an apprenticeship gift. It was tradition. And every time I learned a new spell, I enabled that charm to cast it. I truly loved it. "Penn!" Again, more urgent this time. "Coming!" I hurried down the slightly spiraled steps, cloak flying behind me. He quickly moved the hair strands from my face. The door was knocked on.
The Observants, only three this time, stepped through the doorway as soon as Master opened the door. "Ah, we see you have prepared for our visit." One with brown eyes and black hair boomed. "Apprentice. Fetch us some tea." He ordered me.
While me and Master both hated them, they were our highest paying customers and were the reason we were so rich. Muttering things I cannot repeat, I brought the platter of tea and exotic cheeses that Master had prepared for them. I quietly gagged on cheese fumes.
"You may be dismissed." The black-haired Observant told me next. I hid my joy as I climbed up to my room, planning on an evening alone with books. Alas, that could not be so.
"What were you thinking!?" He screamed. "Using a charm in public, showing up a teacher, setting off a bomb!" He fingered his papers. "Have you gone crazy?"
"School was already messed up." I muttered feigning interest in the dirt my foot poked at. "All you do is sit while your brains get all mushy and dumb."
"Still. You were pretending to have been to school before. Now, get your robes, the Observants of the High Counsel are meeting with me today. I want you to behave. That means no acting out, no talking back, and no bombs." He stressed that last part.
I went to my room. I liked my room. With medium sized ceilings, spacious blue-painted walls, and several desks, couches, bean-bag chairs, bookshelves, carpets, pictures, and many, many, books. I loved to read, loosing myself in every page turn, becoming one with the story. Master says not everyone becomes immersed in what they read. But I don't believe it. Putting on my apprentice robes, I nudge a pile of book that had just collapsed away with my foot. "Penn!" Master calls as I'm fastening my cloak with my favorite gear charm that usually hangs from my neck for quick use.
It's two gears locked together and it has many, many spells to cast. Master gave it to me as an apprenticeship gift. It was tradition. And every time I learned a new spell, I enabled that charm to cast it. I truly loved it. "Penn!" Again, more urgent this time. "Coming!" I hurried down the slightly spiraled steps, cloak flying behind me. He quickly moved the hair strands from my face. The door was knocked on.
The Observants, only three this time, stepped through the doorway as soon as Master opened the door. "Ah, we see you have prepared for our visit." One with brown eyes and black hair boomed. "Apprentice. Fetch us some tea." He ordered me.
While me and Master both hated them, they were our highest paying customers and were the reason we were so rich. Muttering things I cannot repeat, I brought the platter of tea and exotic cheeses that Master had prepared for them. I quietly gagged on cheese fumes.
"You may be dismissed." The black-haired Observant told me next. I hid my joy as I climbed up to my room, planning on an evening alone with books. Alas, that could not be so.
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I really don't like that Observant. I do actually own rights to this story, since I made it up. Ha ha, no bombs.
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