Tale of a Hedonistic wizard

Intrigued and a little self-conscious, I decided to find the source of their fascination. As I passed by a glass window, I paused and looked at my reflection. It was then that I truly took in my appearance. Well, it was probably my face and my physique that they took an interest in. Not to brag but I had a decent amount of muscle on me. We continued walking.

He remarked that I was getting a lot of attention from the girls. This morning, I wasn't paying attention, but I really had a handsome face. If it had been in my past, with this face, I could have become really popular—an actor, an idol—but nah! I think they wouldn't suit me.

We both entered a room. It was long and had a desk and a chair along with it.

Fellow people have already taken their seats, and my eyes fell on the last chair, which was empty, and I made my way straight towards the chair. He came along with me and sat beside me. Isn't he a nice guy. Following me around, leading wherever I want to go.

Anyway, after a while, a man enters the room. I guess he's the professor, obviously. He then introduced himself as Heath Atwoll. He started speaking about the basics of magic.

I sat there, absorbing every word that he spoke. His words painted a vivid picture of a world brimming with magic and possibilities, and I couldn't help but be captivated by the allure of it all.

In that hour, the mysterious veil that shrouded the realm of magic began to lift, revealing its intricacies and complexities. I learned that magic was not simply a mystical force wielded by a chosen few but rather an integral part of the very fabric of this world. It was a force that flowed through every living being and element, waiting to be harnessed by those gifted with the talent to do so.

The notion that magic was all around us, like the very air we breathed, fascinated me. It meant that this mystical force was not limited to ancient tomes or hidden corners.

I pondered his words about talent and innate abilities. It made me wonder if I possessed the necessary aptitude to wield magic. Growing up, my life had been ordinary, devoid of any extraordinary events. All these years, I have searched for magic and read about it in the papers and in books, but now I have the chance to experience it for myself.

And if it hadn't been for those fuckers, I would have had access to magic from a young age.

I sighed again. Damn! It's becoming a habit for me. No use thinking about those damned people, whoever they were. Let's just focus on getting used to the magic and also getting some cake in the academy.

Next, I attended the class on alchemy, but I think it's not for me. All those potions and stuff didn't understand a thing. But a girl caught my attention in the class. She was a slender girl with brown hair. She was fully immersed in what the professor was saying.

And coincidentally, she was also in the same group as me.

As the class on alchemy ended, I noticed that she was packing her notes and preparing to leave. I had intended to approach her and strike up a conversation, but before I could make my move, my boy Pierre, who seemed quite refined, approached her first. They seemed to know each other and engaged in a lively chat.

As I approached, the mannerly boy noticed me and waved me over. "Jaegar, come meet Jennifer," he said with a warm smile. "Jennifer, this is Jaegar, a new student in our group."

Jennifer turned to look at me, her eyes a warm shade of brown that seemed to hold an air of kindness. "Hi, nice to meet you, Jaegar," she greeted with a friendly tone.

I nodded and replied, "Nice to meet you too, Jennifer."

We all walked together, leaving the classroom, and Jennifer proved to be just as amiable as the mannerly boy. They chatted animatedly, and I found myself quietly listening to their conversation. Jennifer seemed genuinely interested in what Pierre had to say, and he seemed equally enthralled by her presence.

And here I was feeling like a third wheel. So I decided to cut in.

"And here I was starting to feel like a third wheel," I said, trying to inject a hint of humor into my words.

Jennifer turned to me with a friendly expression, and Pierre looked at me with a confused expression, as if he didn't know what I was saying.

"Oh, don't say that," Jennifer replied, her eyes sparkling with warmth. "We're just getting to know each other. You're more than welcome to join the conversation."

Pierre nodded enthusiastically, adding, "Absolutely! Jaegar, feel free to jump in whenever you want. We're all in the same group, after all."

Seriously, this dude changes with the mood and the people with whom he talks. Just before, he was singing praises to Jeanine, and now here he was chatting with her with a broad smile. Well, I am also the same in a sense.

"Thanks," I said with a small smile. "It's just that you both seemed to hit it off so well that I didn't want to intrude."

Jennifer chuckled softly. "No worries at all," she reassured me. "We've known each other for a while now, but that doesn't mean we don't want to get to know you too."

"Yeah, exactly," Pierre chimed in.

Shut up, you filthy animal, I said inwardly.