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Mathew Avery Compton II (opnmouthcroc) wrote in idrisacademy, @ 2010-12-03 16:21:00

Who: Mac + NPC students, OT everyone
What: Innocent sunbathing. And hazing. Yes, hazing.
When: December 3rd, around 10am
Where: The quad, by the lake
Rating: Nada

Acting embarrassingly like a first year, Mac had arrived at Idris Academy in the best of moods, with a rarely seen full-on smile on his face. Unlike the first years, Mac went straight for the dorms and made his way to the Zebul halls.

He was now a 6th year, but he stopped on the 5th floor out of habit, before remembering that he had a new room. Mac turned back around and went up the stairs to his new floor. Damn, he thought, hoping that his new room wasn't one with a broken heater. Mac also didn't want his new roommate to be someone who didn't understand the word 'private'. The crumpled papers he'd shoved into his bag were hastily withdrawn. Mac soon found his new room, which was thankfully still empty.

He dropped his two duffel bags onto his bed--the one closer to the window, and left.


The quad was not quite so vacant.

Mac stomp, stomp, stomped his way to his spot on his short little legs and swung his tail back-and-forth in annoyance as his tiny green eyes surveyed the throngs of students walking in from town. Mac let out a small growl as he passed a couple of third year mages who thought that it was fun to try and spray him with water, and snapped his jaws at them.

Most of them were smarter, or less of a douche, and stayed away from him. That suited him fine, but after a faie threw a piece of trash at him, Mac decided to have some fun.

It was almost tragic how easy he could spot which students were first years, and which were not. They had the dewy eyed look of pure unadulterated amazement and curiosity that no returning student would have on their faces, and even Mac could identify it.

Mac singled them out, and went up to the small kids, with a purposely wide grin on his face (not a pretty sight). He added growls too, when he felt like it. He'd heard that older year students often 'hazed' the freshman, so Mac was almost sure that this was what it was called. Hazing.

After scattering and scaring an unfortunate trio of first years, Mac crawled to his spot by the lake and padded towards his self-proclaimed territory on the rocks by the lake, which was sadly frozen.