Qualeh's First day

The alarm buzzed, and the sudden jolt of awakening caused Qualeh to jump a little more than is dignified.  A moment after ascertaining that his dorm-mates hadn't noticed that, he regained his composure.  He pulled on his school uniform, grumbling quietly about the dense fabrics.  He slipped away while Klayton and Sandor were still getting ready.  He followed the emerging crowd of chatting students to the Cafeteria, clinging to the edges as much as possible and avoiding a small fight that erupted between a pyromancer and a warrior.  

Breakfast was a loud and gleeful affair, with old friends reconnecting after spending the summer away.  He was soon joined by Klayton, a friend he had made over the summer, and he traded a few hesitant words with him.  A quick look at the clock made it apparent that Magic theory class was going to be starting soon, and Qualeh pointed it out.  

The pair made their way hastily to block one, Qualeh taking it as the crow flies, hopping over a few benches but avoiding the trees, and bolting through the door.  He then stumbled trying to find the proper classroom, and stumbled in, straightening out his uniform as he did.

The class was less than half there, and most of them turned their attention to the flustered boy that just came into the room.  Qualeh paused and paled slightly, then sidestepped over to the seating chart, and then took his seat, now less nervous, as the rest of the class had resumed talking to their classmates.  A few of his neighbors attempted some light conversation, to which Qualeh gave vague half-answers and side eyed suspicious silence.  

Class started, and the teacher walked in and introduced himself, giving a little bit of his backstory as a sort of 'get to know me' then called on a student to pass out textbooks.  The passing out and processing took up most of the rest of the class; the homework was to read the introduction of the textbook and write a short summary of its contents.

Qualeh waited until the rest of the class had left before slinking out, and quietly made his way to his next class, which he was dreading... Magic practical.  The room was large, had stone floors and walls, traced with faintly glowing wards, which also provided the light for the room.  There weren't any chairs or desks in the room, though there were cushions scattered about, some of which had students lounging on them.  

The teacher strode in, and stated "Normally, We'd start with me introducing myself.  However, I think that it would be better to start with getting to know your classmates and their magic first."  He then called up other students, one at a time, to show off some of their magic.  Some of the spells thrown were huge and splashy, massive columns of fire, beams of void, that sort of thing.  Others were more subtle, suddenly appearing near the teacher when called, fetching objects from nowhere, conjuring entangling webs around a target dummy.  When Qualeh was called forth, he hesitantly waved his arm, creating a wave of black smoke from behind it, which he plunged his hand into, and pulled forth a snake.  It was a shiny obsidian black, with two points of sinister green light for eyes, and excessively long fangs for its size, which dripped an oily black substance that turned to smoke as it hit the floor.  He then took his seat, placing the snake around his shoulders, so they could both watch the rest of the class demonstrate their powers.  Qualeh was the first out the door, as being surrounded by that much magic made him edgy, even if it was supposed to be purely for their protection.  

The rest of the day went much the same, mumbled smalltalk and evading magical scuffles.