Saun 12, Arc 720
On the 12th of Saun, Devin Thorn, thief, conman extraordinaire and not entirely clueless incredibly skilled and experienced Becomer entered the classroom, dressed in a somewhat eccentric way, as always, this time in one of his beloved military jackets, in black and purple.
He stopped in front of the professor’s desk for a moment, furrowing his brow a little at what seemed to be a plaster model of a human heart, complete with blood vessels and such, before he walked past several rows of desks until he had reached the center of the room and plopped down on the empty chair that was next to a young red-haired woman’s.
“Hello, Magdalene”, he said brightly to the girl that he had first met during a dissection course the season before and began to unpack his fancy black leather messenger bag. His notebook that did not only contain notes but also all kinds of really bad caricatures that he draw when he was bored, a pencil case, his lunchbox and a bottle that was labelled “stomach medicine”, but really contained brandy, landed on the desk in quick succession.
“I suffer from heartburn”, he explained upon noticing the questioning look on his classmate’s face, keeping an absolutely straight face and proceeded to take a swig. That he suffered from heartburn was actually not a complete lie. He usually had a pretty strong stomach, but telling the future made him sick (which was why he didn't like that ability a lot; he could come up with better stories without it anyway).
Magdalene didn’t react to that statement, but simply looked at him for a moment, furrowing he brow slightly, before she remarked, “I used to think that you were absolutely crazy, especially for a politician and priest and such, but then I heard about the councilor who floats, Tio or something like that. I guess that you are normal compared to him; and besides, you actually know something about medicine.”
She had meant that as a compliment – or something almost like a compliment – but Devin pouted, nevertheless.
“What?” Magdalene asked.
“You called me normal”, Devin complained and pouted some more.
“Being normal is a good thing”, she pointed out.
“Not in my opinion”, Devin retorted. “Most people are normal. I don’t want to be like most people.”
“You are weird”, Magdalene decided in a very matter-of-fact tone of voice.
“Thank you”, Devin remarked, smiling all over his face and bowed somewhat theatrically, just as Professor Argus Hamilton-Smith walked into the room.
The look on the young Mortalborn’s face instantly darkened.
Why was he here?
Where was the professor that normally taught the cardiology course?
“What’s up with you and Professor Hamilton-Smith, by the way?” Magdalene who had noticed the instant change in Devin’s mood wanted to know. “He’s such a nice teacher!”
Devin didn’t reply, but only muttered something under his breath. When he had first met Argus Hamilton-Smith, he had actually agreed that he was a nice teacher (and he had had a huge crush on him on top of it), but then he had made him grade a lot of essays for supposedly misbehaving in class.
Since then, he hated him.
Argus Hamilton-Smith always seemed like such a helpful person, and he had even given him a few compliments after he realized that he really was a doctor and not a bad one either, but he would not forget that trial anytime soon!
He would bear that grudge forever!
On the 12th of Saun, Devin Thorn, thief, conman extraordinaire and not entirely clueless incredibly skilled and experienced Becomer entered the classroom, dressed in a somewhat eccentric way, as always, this time in one of his beloved military jackets, in black and purple.
He stopped in front of the professor’s desk for a moment, furrowing his brow a little at what seemed to be a plaster model of a human heart, complete with blood vessels and such, before he walked past several rows of desks until he had reached the center of the room and plopped down on the empty chair that was next to a young red-haired woman’s.
“Hello, Magdalene”, he said brightly to the girl that he had first met during a dissection course the season before and began to unpack his fancy black leather messenger bag. His notebook that did not only contain notes but also all kinds of really bad caricatures that he draw when he was bored, a pencil case, his lunchbox and a bottle that was labelled “stomach medicine”, but really contained brandy, landed on the desk in quick succession.
“I suffer from heartburn”, he explained upon noticing the questioning look on his classmate’s face, keeping an absolutely straight face and proceeded to take a swig. That he suffered from heartburn was actually not a complete lie. He usually had a pretty strong stomach, but telling the future made him sick (which was why he didn't like that ability a lot; he could come up with better stories without it anyway).
Magdalene didn’t react to that statement, but simply looked at him for a moment, furrowing he brow slightly, before she remarked, “I used to think that you were absolutely crazy, especially for a politician and priest and such, but then I heard about the councilor who floats, Tio or something like that. I guess that you are normal compared to him; and besides, you actually know something about medicine.”
She had meant that as a compliment – or something almost like a compliment – but Devin pouted, nevertheless.
“What?” Magdalene asked.
“You called me normal”, Devin complained and pouted some more.
“Being normal is a good thing”, she pointed out.
“Not in my opinion”, Devin retorted. “Most people are normal. I don’t want to be like most people.”
“You are weird”, Magdalene decided in a very matter-of-fact tone of voice.
“Thank you”, Devin remarked, smiling all over his face and bowed somewhat theatrically, just as Professor Argus Hamilton-Smith walked into the room.
The look on the young Mortalborn’s face instantly darkened.
Why was he here?
Where was the professor that normally taught the cardiology course?
“What’s up with you and Professor Hamilton-Smith, by the way?” Magdalene who had noticed the instant change in Devin’s mood wanted to know. “He’s such a nice teacher!”
Devin didn’t reply, but only muttered something under his breath. When he had first met Argus Hamilton-Smith, he had actually agreed that he was a nice teacher (and he had had a huge crush on him on top of it), but then he had made him grade a lot of essays for supposedly misbehaving in class.
Since then, he hated him.
Argus Hamilton-Smith always seemed like such a helpful person, and he had even given him a few compliments after he realized that he really was a doctor and not a bad one either, but he would not forget that trial anytime soon!
He would bear that grudge forever!
