Horace could fell the wind at his back, it felt as if it was pushing him forward. He felt his orange hair flutter and his tall, lean body almost topple over because of the wind. Horace had not been out for leisure since last month. He had been reclusive, choosing to stay in his room and practice static magic. He had been trying to master Level one static magic, but he had doubts he could actually do it.

Violin in hand, Horace headed towards the west garden. He had not played a note in a month but it wasn't a problem, he was a music prodigy.

I must stick to my vow. I will make friends. Horace's head was racing with thought. Hopefully, someone will hear my music and want to talk, Hopefully.

Horace found a nice bench by a bush of roses. He felt at peace and as did the world around him. At first he started playing a slow low note and then started playing faster and faster. When he sped up the sound released from the violin became higher. It sounded like a screeching whice but a very beautiful whice. The sweat started rolling off his face. He never wanted to stop playing, never.

Angus loved jogging. There was something about the wind in his air and the feel of his legs swinging one before the other that was just soothing. It always put him in a wonderfully good mood. For most of his run he'd heard only the sounds of the birds, fluttering away the last few hours of light. Then something else started to creep out into the air. It sounded like a violin. Angus' usual trail lead him closer to it.

He turned a corner and saw Horace, giving it his all.

Angus slowed down, panting a little, a dark sweat mark on his shirt. He jogged on the spot for a moment, admiring the music. He didn't have much of a head for it to be honest but he did appreciate it. He stopped entirely and began to stretch his muscles out, shifting one leg out straight and bending the other.

"Hey, that was pretty good!" He said amiably, after Horace finished playing. "Don't we do Static together?"

When Horace finished playing his heart was racing as fast as it could without exploding. Horace had probably played for only a few moments but it seemed like forever. When Horace woke from his musical 'trance' he saw a another student standing right in front of him. This Boy was tall, dark, and handsome, the pinnacle of maleness. Oh thank the Gods, Someone up their is watching over me.

"Well thanks. Most people don't like to listen to my music lately, they say it is a little sad." Horace said, Horace realized he had seen this boy before this boy was in his static class.

"Yeah, I think your right. We probably do have Static together. You're Angus right, I'm Horace." Horace said extending his arm to be shook.

"Really? I thought it was rather inspiring myself!" Angus said, feeling bright from the exercise and stretching his hamstrings.



Angus let his foot drop, reaching out with his own hand. He paused, looked at the sheen of sweat on it and decided to rub it on his shorts leg first. He grinned and ducked his head to the side, a little apologetically.

"Sorry about that." He continued, grasping Horace's hand and giving it a manly two handed shake. "I tend to get a bit grimy after a long run... I am indeed Angus, Angus Worthing. It's a pleasure to make this introduction."

Angus switched to stretching his arms.

"Hey, have you done that homework yet? I think I lost the sheet..." He said, having actually accidentally set fire to it while practicing spells one day.

"Thank you,wow you really thought it was inspiring. I've been trying have an inspiring affect on people." Horace said feeling as though he had changed a life, which he really did not. It had been getting darker and darker since him and Angus started talking. Horace felt the air getting colder and decided to button up his coat a little more.

Is this guy serious, that home work was due a week ago. Man I heard this guy was lazy but to not hand in the homework that's just ludicrous. Horace didn't really know how to react to such a feet of complete disregard for the system. "Um, the homework was due a week ago and Mars hasn't given us anymore yet. If you want we can go talk to her later if you want, I think I'm one of her favorite students." Horace said with a proud slightly deserved smug on his face.

"I know." Angus said, not particularly phased, he never handed in work on time if he could help it. "No, no, if I talk to her she'll just ask me about my 'goals' and 'lack of ambition'."

Angus grinned cheekily, making air quotation marks with his fingers, small dimples forming either side of his mouth. He liked stirring the pot a bit. Teachers were far too serious.

"I don't know if old Mars would be too pleased to have her favourite playing with the class delinquent." He said playfully. "Might give the poor thing a bit of a complex."

He winked, teeth flashing in the dark. Academic types were so cute. They always cared so much about work. Admirable, though Angus didn't get it himself.

Horace was perplexed, a student that didn't hand in his work on time was new to him. Horace was intrigued by this man that had no need for the system. He wanted to learn more about this increasingly complex man.

"I'm sure your not a complete delinquent. Maybe you just have to show your teachers you care a little bit more." He said with a sarcastic smirk. "Hey, lets get off the subject of school, because we seem to be complete polar opposites in that area. The night is upon us and I am trying to come out of my shell." Horace could see the twinkle in Angus's eye, he wish he knew if it was a good or bad twinkle.

"Depends on who you ask." Angus replied airily. "I like to think I perform a valid service in keeping the faculty grounded. If we were all as studious as yourself they might get complacent."



"Woah, woah! I may be a bit of a rogue but it's still a school night. I've got practice in the morning." It was, in point of fact, the only reason he cared to go to bed at a decent hour.

Angus laughed, a bit surprised. This was starting to look like flirting. Internally he preened a bit, he enjoyed flirting. It was fun.

"You're a bit of a dark horse, you haven't even told me your surname yet." He said, in good spirits. "Tell you what, I've not got class on the third tenth. I'm going out for a drink with a few mates on the night before. You should come! It's always a laugh, I had my wallet stolen last time I went out. It's not a good night unless you've been robbed. What do you say?"

Angus was grinning, he loved nights out. The more people the better.

Horace had never been called a dark horse before, he sort thought of it as a compliment. He had always been known as the Musical Prodigy or the kid who's girlfriend died, but not a dark horse. "A dark horse am I, that's an intriguing thought. I don't want to be rude though so I will tell you my surname, it's Aquila. You have probably heard of Magnus Aquila, the master violinist, Yup he's my father." Horace said with a somewhat entitled tone.

Horace was filled with joy he was going on a night out with the 'mates'. He hadn't been on a night out in forever. "Alright so the twenty ninth then. Just make sure its a galdori establishment." He said, coming off obviously racist.

Angus hadn't heard of Magnus Aquila but he imagined he was supposed to so, so he made sure he looked suitably impressed.



Angus shrugged, he didn't really hold the lesser races in particular contempt. They were just lesser, after all. Amusing in a childish sort of way.

"We shall see, we shall see... Human bars have the best beer and they ask less questions." Angus was a veteran at this. "I promise we'll take care of your sensibilities."

He was not going to take care of his sensibilities. He was going to get him so pissed he didn't have any. That way when he started singing he'd at least be sure to have a partner to sing with.

Horace couldn't wait, he could sense something great was gonna happen that night. Horace didn't really want to go to a human bar but if they had the best beer than he would put his emotions aside for the night. "Alright that sounds fine. Just make sure I don't get to drunk, I haven't been out drinking in a while and I don't want to do anything stupid." Horace said, rolling his eyes.

Horace could see the night sky starting to form. "well alright I'm gonna go. You know us academic types, we got to study." Horace said with a slight smirk.

"Being stupid is half the fun. Far be it from me to delay you from your prerogative." Angus did a short, polite bow. "Have a good one, see you the 29th if not before."

Angus waved and began to jog back to his dorm.