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Arlington watched for a bit. He was amused by what happened to John's date, but he wasn't really enjoying watching everyone else with a date. He was making his way to the door when he spotted the Weisz sisters. They were off to the side, clustered together, pointing and snickering at everyone dancin...

Come find me in the grotto.

Arlington sat at the edge of the pool, carving a small piece of wood. Bullwinkle was perched on his shoulder, nibbling at a walnut.

I've got a rank in Athletics, but not much to go with it.

Arlington arrived by himself. There were a few glances his way. But, for the most part, the lanky redhead was ignored. He found a comfortable section of wall to lean against and watched everyone else. https://pm1.narvii.com/6767/79c1622e74a2342e8eca48df67fe832f9ee13af8v2_hq.jpg - - - [Day Four, Even...

Second rejection

Going stag.

Arlington returned to the scene of the crime the next day. He ignored the continued stares and whispers, focusing his attention on the snakewood tree. Bullwinkle was playing in the branches. Thankfully, she hadn't been hurt when Marsha had brushed her away. "Hey you!" https://moviecomicswhoswho.file...

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"So, the internet is a series of tubes. Words and images are sent through these tubes to be displayed on monitors. The monitors used to be made of tubes, too, but now they are flat. This seems to have confused some users of the internet, who now think other round things are flat, including the world...

Divination was tricky. It was just too abstract for Arlington to wrap his mind around. He knew that a basic grasp of it could be important during next year's wandlore studies, but the class had been a struggle so far. He had managed the initial part of the test alright, but hadn't expected Xylomancy...

History was a breeze. Grandpa was the sort who was always telling stories from the past, whether it was his own, someone else's or society in general. Arlie had grown up listening to and loving all of them. Once he was in school Grandpa's stories were replaced with books, which corrected some of tho...

"Yep. All magic can be." he nodded.

"A dozen feet or so." he admitted. "Knocked the wind out of me, but it hurt my pride more than my body."

"Could just be someone who wants to use it themselves." he shrugged. "I'm not going to worry about it too much."

"My broom went straight up." he chuckled. "And, I held onto it a little too long."

He gave a whistle and soon the squirrel swooped down to his outstretched arm and scrambled into a pocket.

Arlington glanced around for Bullwinkle, knowing she was probably hiding.

"We didn't build it to ignore it." Arlington nodded.

"It happens to all of us." Arlington shrugged. "My first broom practice was pretty disastrous."

"Think of all the places I could fly you." Arly chuckled as he set Syl back down.

Wandless magic. Even though he knew it was an ancient tradition, the idea bothered Arly. His family makes and sells wands. Wands were important. Wands should always be used. But, here he was. Wandless magic class. He had to do it and, as usual, he would give it his all. Glancing over at Syl, he gest...

"Grandpa usually ends his mornings with deep meditation." he nodded. "The type that requires lying down on his couch."

I small shadow glided from tree to tree above them. Arlington had dragged behind a bit, inspecting s few of the older trees. He rejoined the group now, occassionally looking up to watch Bullwinkle playing in the trees.