Board Thread:Role Plays/@comment-13593058-20160813171701/@comment-27743663-20160815023947

Near the back of the crowd, and away from some of the rising hubble, sat two first years in the second-to-last row of the seats. As compared to the comfortable or at least familiar air around some of the other pairs around them, the air around these two seemed strained and unwanted. The first one stuck out a bit, what with his sleeveless top exposing his midriff, long elbow length gloves, and hair covering his eye. Nigrum Leicent let out a yawn of disinterest at the class' commotion, the heat appearing to not bother him much. While he didn't look much like a leader through appearances and demeanor, he was in fact the leader of team NGRM.

Next to him, a sharp elbow dug into his side while he yawned, causing him to keel over with a groan of pain. Looking at him in annoyance, Marain Havhek let out a sigh at having to be alone with him of all her teammates. She stuck out even more than he did, her multi-colored hair hanging behind her with a comically large witch-hat atop her head. The hat only looked more comically when one took into account how petit was, standing 5'0" despite her age of 17. A fellow member of team NGRM, considered the second-in-command, but not Nigrum's partner.

"Why am I stuck here with you..." she grumpled, paying little attention to the teacher due to her own misery, "maybe if someone didn't tell Grau to eat all that week-old meat."

"Why'e you looking at me like I'm responsible. It was Rory that bet him to do it, my darling Squizard," he replied back with a smile, quickly turning into another groan of pain as she jabbed her elbow into his side again.

"You bet her to do it."

"Touché," he said with a chuckle, glad he managed to guess her response. Finally looking over at Miss Summers, he couldn't help but notice how...interesting, she was. For a substitue anyway. She just walked right in and shot the ceiling for everyone's attention. Here he was expecting another boring lesson from Goodwitch, but this could actually prove enjoyable. The sudden change of expression from disinterest to focused from Nigrum had Marain on edge, never meaning a good thing when it came to her leader.

Focusing a bit more herself, she couldn't help but respect Miss Summers for her control. It was the reminder of the word "control" that she couldn't help but remember her own lack of it on her team, increasing the annoyance aimed at Nigrum as she began to sulk.