Quote Wattz: RATED M FOR GORE AND SWEARING AND STUFF!
Liz crouched on the roof of a busy bank, in one of Fortuna Mar's upper rings. The raging wind whipped her hair against her face, and she kept having to push it aside to get a clear view through the skylight of the building.
"Two guards... Means they've got to have an alarm system...and probably a magic detector. Hmm..."
She adjusted her glasses, and pulled a ratty old book out of the bag on her waist. She held it in one palm, and waved her hand over it as she muttered a spell under her breath. The book flew open and the pages flipped wildly, but landed on two blank pages.
"Tch!" Liz breathed and snapped the book shut. She tucked it away and stood, and turned to look at the Magi Tower, the home of the Inner Circle. In just days, Elize Grimoire would stand in front of the Grand Mages and showcase her magical talent. If she passed the rite, she would become an apprentice and one day would watch as young witches and wizards performed before her. But for now...
The bell towers across the city tolled and Liz nearly jumped out of her skin. Holy crap! It was noon! She was late.... AGAIN!
"Crystal balls!" She groaned, and muttered another spell under her breath. She then jumped off the roof of the building...
...and gently glided to the ground.
"Nice feather weight spell," came a very familiar voice.
Liz's blood turned cold and she turned around to stare into the face of Greylin Weldric, in all his guard-like glory.
"H-hey, Greyline!" Liz replied. Greylin smiled.
"Running on rooftops again? You should probably practice more than the basic spells," He said.
He's such a clueless boy... Liz thought as relief flooded her body. She smiled.
"Yeah, well... I can't do that if you keep making me late for class!" She said with a wink, and danced around Greylin until she was clear enough to take off running.
Her heart was still pounding in her chest, both from her close call with Greylin and her run across the city, when she threw open the door to her Grandmother's house and flew inside.
"I'M HERE! SORRY I'M LATE!" She said. Nabilla Grimoire turned from her spot in front of her black board and glared at her grand daughter. Liz froze and shivered, then pouted her lips.
"Again..." She added meekly.
"Take your seat, Elize. I'm very busy and we can't always afford to wait for you," she said, and gestured to the large mahogany table that had two chairs. One of the chairs was already occupied, so Liz sank into the empty one, and nudged the girl next to her in the side.
"I found our next hang out," she whispered. For them, the term "hang out" was a safe word for "target". She winked at the girl, and narrowly dodged an angrily thrown "punishment stone" Nabilla liked to keep on hand specifically for Elize.
Not that she was strict or abusive! But nothing else quite got Liz's attention like a flying object!
"Now as I was saying," Nabilla continued, "When you go through your rite, you must do so alone, while the Grand Mages observe you. You can only showcase one spell, so you'd do wise to choose something you're confident doing. However, basic spells cannot be used. So no feather weight spells, Elize."
Liz rolled her eyes and kicked her chair onto it's hind two legs.
"I know. I know. I've been practicing! I swear!" She lied.