Archaic sorcery

You say goodbye to Lee and head down the hall to your last class of the day, archaic sorcery.

Once you arrive, you find the class sparsely packed and the curvy Professor Dove at the door to greet you. "Hello." Her voice had a seductive undertone. "Please have a seat. Class will begin soon." She says as you gladly shake her hand.

Turning to find a seat, you see Harmony sitting front and center as usual. Her beautiful face contrasted by the annoyed look in her eyes as she glares at you. You quietly walk past and take the seat right behind hers. Harmony lets out a faint huff and you can tell she is displeased with your choice.

Placing your things next to your desk, you get ready for class before the bell tolls and professor Dove takes the podium. "Welcome second year students. I am Professor Dove and the dean of students. I have personally selected you all for this class because you have shown an aptitude for the arcane. Here we will be studying the methods and theories practiced by the sorcerers of years long past." The seductive undertone in her voice holding the attention of everyone in the room, boys and girls alike. "Magic used by wizards today follows many rules and boundaries. A wizard will prepare, cast, and utilize spells in very detailed ways to get specific results. In contrast, the archaic sorcery practiced long ago was more art than science. They would make various alterations to their casting to achieve different results to better suit their needs at the time. For many this would offen end with less than favorable results, if not out right disastrous ones. However, with proper guidance a talented student can apply these methods to alter their own spells. Affecting variables such as duration, intensity, and casting time."

Professor Dove continues her lecture on various methods and beliefs of the ancient sorcerers. Speaking of variables to gestures and incarnations until the end of class. Her captivating voice flows beautifully as her words seem to sink into your memory.

The final bell tolls, ending class for the day and you feel as if you have been awakened from a daze. You gather your things and head out the door.