OOC : TCD Crack Roleplay

[Volitaire]

Volitaire wasn't surprised by Enzo's stuttering, though wondering what was the cause. It sounded like a nervous stutter. He turned to the direction Enzo was facing to notice Kira and Silver in very skimpy cheerleader attire. He curved his lip and relaxed his brow. "Well good luck... Don't trip over yourself, that can be quite painful." Rolling his eyes, Volitaire left his sweaty friend behind to go attend his afternoon classes. His lass class of the day actually. He hadn't seen his little lemon drop of a crush Eos at all today. He knew she came in but hadn't seen her since coming in this morning. He longed to talk to her to see how she was doing. Being so stuck in his daydreams he hadn't even realized he went down the wrong hallway and only a minute left till class starts. In a instant his frustration took over, pushing away any ooey gooey thoughts he was having with the girl. He huffed, blowing some of his fringe away from his eye. "I could... Warp it. But my class of magic may cause some trouble with the prefects if used inside school grounds. It's also not very stealthy either.. Oh, it's worth a shot.." He jabbed his four fingers at the air, black rings of text following behind his hand, and broke a black rift that stretched out then formed into a circular opening. The rings of text spun at the sides of the portal helping to maintain stability. Volitaire quickly leaped inside. Another portal opened right down the hall of his classroom and out came the Jumper. Noticing there were no students traversing down this hallway. It looks lie they all made it to their classes. Volitaire speed-walked down to his, the door was cracked but class hadn't started yet. He had a sigh of relief as he entered the door and took his seat in the back of the room. He barely knew any of the students in his class, though they all seemed to know something about him. Sometimes he wondered if Enzo blabbered on about him whenever they asked. With the teacher nodding at Volitaire entrance he rose from his large, brown, leather chair, which always looked amazingly comfortable! It left imprints of his of his body, he was always able to easily recli- How troublesome. Off tangent again... The teacher rose from his big, comfy, chair and flipped open his teachers copy of the tetbook and flipped it open to the correct page telling his students to follow suit. Today they were going to go over what the didn't manage to finish yesterday; Conjuring real world objects into their magical persona's. Volitaire was already quite capable of this. An easy last class for him, a nice way to end his day.