Rinzen really hoped he awoke to his magic tonight, being the son of reputed warlocks and having no magic was starting to be embarrassing. The bullying just kept getting worse—not that Rinzen couldn't protect himself, having trained in several forms of martial arts, swordplay and guns, and tactical warfare, he was better than most magicks who relied solely on their magic to protect themselves, but it was still lonely more often than not being cast aside as 'different'.   Jackson the son of his most loved mentor and favored professor Deputy Alex Vaughn, had changed after he's awoken, the same as his father a wizard, and a complete and total nutcase. Though the idiot has yet to land a hit; the pompous prick genuinely believed he was the best thing since sliced bread.   Turning back to the clock, he sighed and sat up, ten minutes to The Witching Hour, he decided if he was going to present himself in front of his parents, it would be better if he

Rinzen turned, hand automatically going to his side and wincing as he recalled he didn't have a weapon on him, The Japanese had copied him, and at least three out of the remaining had moved into a defensive stance.   "Good reflexes", the newcomer continued walking down a narrow staircase, Rinzen hadn't earlier noticed, which irritated him, he was known for his observation skills.   Having a father as a leader of the Venerers—The Supernatural Police, that looked after their sanctuary and maintained discipline and order between the Humans and Magicks, it was vexing to not notice a hidden staircase.   "Who are you?" he demanded, pushing both Scarfy and Red behind him.   Ignoring him, the person walked into the room, stopping a few paces away from him and the other six behind him. He was tall, well shorter than Rinzen and Scarfy, but he clearly towered over the others. He was built slightly more muscular

James clapped his hands calling for their attention, and once more causing the mad giggling rush to crash to an abrupt halt. Turning to face the students he continued his lecture. "For the next three years", he began, "This class will be your starting point, Homeroom, Homebase, or Point Zero if you will", he explained, "All twenty-five of you are each other's family, you will find people with common interests, common goals, or some of you will hate each other on sight and become either eternal rivals or life-long enemies!" he informed then and smirked. He continued into the startled silence; "Well too bad", he quipped, "You'll just have to get over it", he said. "All classes are divided into five sections: Class A to Class E. That's not to say Class A is filled with geniuses and Class E are all stupid, don't be insipid, we're not idiots—we don't want anyone to discriminate on those qualities", he rolled his eyes and continued, "No... each Class has an average

Ash turned to Vani, "I think we need to watch out for him, he may be a genius on a certain level, but I think he has PTSD and is a bit touch-starved", he muttered quietly. Vani nodded, "He obviously has no idea, or he's a very good actor", she murmured quietly. "He's also a loner", Zee added her eyes trained on Zen who had already jogged towards James and now stood next to him talking to him. "I noticed that too", Jasmine stated, "He's quick to protect us, but he moved like his flight or fight instincts had kicked in and as soon as the danger passed, he either becomes very over-dramatically awkward or just plain weird, like biting people", she muttered poking at the mark on Ash's cheek. "Has anyone noticed that he doesn't seem to think his behavior is off?" Ray asked curiously. "Or that it's an odd behavioral quirk in general", Bell muttered dryly. "I guess we'll just have to keep an eye on him", Vani murmured. "Let's go", she stated a

Key for this chapter:___________________                                                  *Rinzen's Thoughts*                                             \\Anyone Else's Thoughts\\                 'Old dialogues memories, spoken out loud thoughts, the past in general...'                                                      ///Memories///                                                      &