He generally likes his school, he really does. Lorewood College of Magic Arts was fairly small with only around 1000 students. The classes were more intimate in their learning style and that resonated with Wyatt. who more often than not would unknowingly go a little overboard on assignments and would need a professor or Mew to helpfully reel him back into reality. He also considered himself very lucky because most Colleges of Magic Arts were hesitant if not down right unwilling to accept a fallen into their school. Wyatt had resigned himself to working any job he could find or even going into a non magic college like a Mundane Arts College or an Industrial College.

He cringed whenever he thought about how he almost began applying for Industrial Colleges. He didn’t mind the Mundane Arts however. He often wrote short stories, poems, and dabbled in writing music from time to time (the art of music theory was completely lost on him however).

He did have some issues with Lorewood however. They do a weekly seminar advertising safe magic, drugs, sex etcetera. They also require freshman to go to one at least once a month. It was only 30 minutes long but Wyatt found his first and only one so far to be a bit… drastic. “Never cast magic without your familiar nearby!” “Have an emergency contact at the ready when you do cast a higher concentration spell!” “Never involve magic in sex!” (That last one got rid of whatever little attention Wyatt had for the seminar.) Wyatt just decided to show up and then figuratively mind wipe the events of the seminars away from here on out.

His biggest issue was the rooming system. They had it so that, like every other college, freshman lived with another freshman their first year. Wyatt didn’t have an issue with that. No it was how they chose each freshman and then proceeded to not tell them anyway to contact the other besides for their name. Wyatt had tried to find out how to get a hold of Howard Doss but he wasn’t able to until the second day of move ins. Wyatt moved in as early as possible with the hope of attracting as little attention as possible and Howard came in very late the next day seemingly already partially drunk from some sort of celebration party a frat had supposedly thrown. Wyatt understands why the man initially screamed. He’s actually kind of proud of how creepy he can look in the dark with only a laptop illuminating his face and eyes that always had a faint glow. (Mew didn’t help either as his own teal glow was relaxing in front of said laptop). What pissed Wyatt off was how Howard, after regaining his composure (and after both Mew and Wyatt stopped snickering), loudly complained about rooming with a fallie, with the door still open. Wyatt barely resisted the urge to launch a chair at him and told him if he thought it was such an issue that he should talk to an R.A. He did and eventually Wyatt got stuck with Jessie Anguis, someone who was not nearly as bad as Howard but still problematic. Wyatt was too paranoid of anything bad happening and Jessie was so apathetic and aloof that neither requested a room change. It became a tense truce with random spats of “Fuck you!” “No fuck you!”

Now it’s been two weeks since college started and Wyatt has a system in place. He wakes up early to avoid running into anyone who might take the opportunity to do something, heads to class, and then goes to a public place, like a cafe. He could do without the glares and quick remarks that being in public brings but it’s better than being cornered and thrown into a random dumpster… again. The cafe he’s currently in is nice and cozy. He’s been here a few times and the head barista/owner of the Therapeutic Roast, Jayce, is a sarcastic and sometimes cynical but ultimately kind man who throws in random compliments and pick up lines with every sentence to try and get a customer too swoon. It hasn’t worked yet, but Wyatt enjoys the spectacle as yet another customer just laughs his flirtations off.

Jayce is a moderately tan man with a multitude of very faint freckles. His bright orange dyed hair is an undercut with most of it pulled back into a bun when he’s working. A clump of it hangs in front of his face, giving him a “unique and seductive look” as he says. The hair isn’t the most striking things about him however. The man seems to make it a point to wear all manor of clothes. From crop tops and short shorts to jean jackets and long flowy dresses to skinny jeans and leather jackets, Jayce manages to keep Wyatt on his toes with his extensive and completely chaotic wardrobe. It's only amplified by the dozens or so piercings that liter his ears and face.

The near constant presence of Jayce aside, there’s a lot of regulars too apparently. Once in awhile a tall black woman covered head to toe in exotic clothing (which Wyatt knows is from some small country in Africa) comes in and chats with Jayce for up to an hour before running out of tea (metaphorically and literally) and leaving. There’s another that comes in here with different friends occasionally and Wyatt already loathes this man. His name’s Derek Kiryoku and while the stupidly tall man doesn’t seem to care about or notice Wyatt, his friends, which Wyatt recognizes as some of the players for Lorewood’s Magira team, do and make it known. Wyatt has had one too many encounters with these idiots already and it’s only the second week. Derek, who is a constant within the visits, hasn’t been there for any of the confrontations. Not even for a passing insult. Wyatt still hates him the most by association and by the fact that he seems to always be the one bringing them to his sanctuary.

Now Wyatt may hate the man (Whom he has deemed his nemesis until further notice) but he isn’t blind. Derek is gorgeous. The epitome of good looking, which definitely doesn’t help Wyatt’s hate for him. Derek has a dark brown mess of curls on top of his head, tanned skin, a myriad of freckles, soft brown eyes, and a jawline that, while not as sharp as Jayce’s, is solid and would probably be considered perfect. Derek’s almost always wearing some kind of over shirt with a t-shirt under it, skinny jeans, and blue anonymous skater shoes. He also tends to accessorize and today he’s got his little grey beanie and blue lobe earrings in. The most interesting thing about his appearance though is the scars that are littered around his body. The most prominent one is the one that stretches across both of his lips for about an inch. Wyatt could probably guess that they’re from playing Magira.

The mere thought of Derek puts Wyatt on edge. It causes him to keep getting distracted from his Mana 101 homework once in awhile by customers coming in or Jayce and/or one of his student barista’s, Kaleb, suddenly talking obnoxiously loud. After a while he starts to think that maybe he’ll be safe for another day. A customer comes in and he looks up to see them. The idiots that’ll ruin his day following Derek. He quickly gets up from the table he was sitting at and places himself as close to the counter yet as far away from them as he can get. He knows he brought some attention to himself but his old seat was far too close to where they normally sit.

After a few minutes of sneaking glances and making sure that they haven’t moved close Wyatt figures that he’s safe to start working again. But after about 20 minutes of work Wyatt feels a thud on the back of his head making him jump in his seat. Mew starts letting out a low hiss from his hood, The jocks back there chucked some paper at you. Wyatt quickly glares at the group. They don’t hide their laughter and Wyatt wishes he was back in high school. He could silence anyone with a quick glare as a senior but college is a new start, which means he’s back on the bottom. Just ignore them. You just got here you don’t need the trouble. Mew says telepathically, having basically memorized Wyatt’s defense mechanisms.

Wyatt sighs trying and failing to get rid of his anger. He picks up the piece of paper. He knows Mew is right and it infuriates him. He plans on just throwing the paper away when he leaves. He looks over to where Jayce and Kaleb are talking. They aren’t paying attention to the customers and this is when the jocks generally take their shots at him. He hears a chair squeak against the floor and looks up to see one of the jocks walking towards him. He immediately panics and with a quick spell all of his stuff is put away. He rushes to the counter before they catch up to him. Jayce looks at him, raises an eyebrow and gives Kaleb a little push to go take his uncharacteristically early second order.

“Hey Wyatt! Getting a second drink already? You’re still holding your first one.”

He looks down at his hand and yep he’s still holding it. “Uh yeah! I just uh… I wanted to get my second one for the road I got tooooo… uh do something? Yeah! Something.” Wyatt counts himself lucky that Kaleb is either incapable of picking up emotions and social cues or simply doesn’t care (although he knows it isn’t the second one with how blindingly sunshiney this man is.)

Kaleb smiles brightly, “Sad to see you leave early! What can I get you?”

Wyatt tenses up, suddenly feeling a presence behind him. He knows it’s one of the jocks. He needs to go quickly, “Another large white chocolate mocha please.” Kaleb nods writing his name and order on a cup as the jock snickers. He quickly pays and gets out of the way, waiting on the very end of the counter. When we gets there he’s greeted by a low hiss and looks down to see Jayce’s familiar, a red tegu named Taakow, relaxing on a throw pillow. He’s looking at him as if he wants attention and Wyatt takes the chance to distract himself from his current situation, scratching the underside of the lizard’s chin. Mew would normally be jealous but right now his attention is focused on the jocks.

Jayce walks back out from the back room, and quickly cast a spell making Wyatt’s drink. He walks over to Wyatt and gives him the drink, “Don’t give ‘im too much attention. He don’t deserve it.” Taakow hisses at Jayce, but ultimately curls back up on his pillow. Jayce leans closer and lightly tugs on Wyatt’s sleeve keeping him from leaving. “Ya good? Them folks ain’t buggin’ ya right?”

Wyatt wished that Jayce hadn’t noticed because while Kaleb was oblivious Jayce was not, “to an extant… uh… don’t do anything though. I don’t want more attention then I already have.”

Jayce’s already concerned face falls further. “Okay… But if they do anythin’ in my shop, I won’t hesitate to ban them.” Jayce then backs up before Wyatt can say anything, puts an innocent smile on, and goes to make the jocks’ orders.

Wyatt looks down at Taakow again, giving him one last scritch, “Tell him I said thank you.” Taakow only opens an eye in response then immediately closes it. “I’ll take that as a ‘sure I will!’” He adds applying how he expects the lizard would talk. Mew lets out a low hiss, warning Wyatt that the jocks are closing in on him.

Wyatt avoids eye contact and decides to stay near Taakow. The lizard looks up and upon seeing the situation, raises his body up giving Wyatt the option to do something to seem preoccupied. Wyatt takes the opportunity and goes back to petting the tegu, hoping that the jocks would see the owner’s familiar and decide better of harassing him. “Hey, necrix!” ...fuck. Wyatt keeps his focus on Taakow as Mew starts hissing and spitting at the jocks. “I know you heard me!” The lead jock says before giving Wyatt a shove. As soon as his hand stops petting Taakow, the lizard jumps, transforming into a hummingbird and flies to find Jayce.

Wyatt looks up finally. The jocks have him cornered. He glances around weighing his options and there’s not much he can do. He places his hand against the wall and focuses on the structure, now he just has to keep from losing concentration to bad. “Uh hey… Uh Dirk?”

“The names Dick and you don’t get to say it.” Wyatt would laugh at the coincidence but he feels like laughing might get him killed. “Now listen up, I don’t know how you got here and I don’t care. All I know is that you don’t deserve to be here.”

Wyatt needs to buy some more time, “I worked to get here. I fought to get my acceptance letter.”

“Yeah right, I bet you cheated your way here. Took it from someone who deserved it.”

Wyatt looks over and sees Jayce and Taakow appear and upon feeling his magic finish, he shoots them a shit eating grin, “Well they must not have deserved it that much if a necrix beat them!” He finishes before stepping back, merging into the wall and appearing in the back room of the cafe. He leans against the wall and slides down soon being joined by Mew on the floor. “Fucking hell…”

Mew crawls onto his lap and curls up, Nice plan. Here’s hoping that Jayce doesn’t take offense to us being here.

“I certainly hope so…” After a moment, there’s a small fwoosh followed by a thud followed by the sounds of people scrambling.

The door opens and Kaleb walks in, “Hey! Jayce said you’d be here! Your drink’s ready!”

“Oh uh thank you… Dick and his goons are gone, right?”

“Yup! Although I think Derek’s still there.”

“Oh great…” Wyatt stands up as Kaleb heads back out. Mew transforms and flies ahead to scout it out. Derek’s leaving.

Wyatt sighs in relief, “Oh thank Kho’pital…” He walks back out to the front where he sees Jayce leaning out the door, a flame lit in one of his hands.

“Now, don’t come back ‘ere!” He yells before leaning back in and slamming the door behind him. The cafe, shakes as Jayce looks up at Wyatt. His face quickly shifts from anger to relief. “They’re gone… How’re you doin’?” He asks.

Wyatt walks around the counter, “Uh yeah… I’m fine uh thank you.” He scratches the back of his neck a little embarrassed. He stops upon feeling Mew’s weight land in his hood and begins petting him instead.

Jayce puts his hand on his hips in a superhero stance, “No problemo!” He starts picking up a few things that fell over as Kaleb talks to another customer. He stands up straight and sees Wyatt regathering himself a few feet in front of the door. “Still gonna head out?”

The student jumps slightly and looks back at him, “Uh… Yeah… I- I honestly just want to sleep right now.” Wyatt’s tired. So very tired. Not because of the magic. He could cast that spell a dozen more times without breaking a sweat. No, he just ran out of energy because of the situation. He spent 30 minutes anxiously looking over his shoulder, managed to evade a beating, and is now realizing that he doesn’t need to worry at the cafe anymore. So yeah he’s mentally exhausted.

Jayce just hums, “Okay yeah fair… but Wyatt?” He asks and Wyatt raises an eyebrow. “If anyone gives you any trouble you’re always welcomed here. Kay?”

Wyatt stares a moment before breaking into a small smile, “Thanks… see you guys.” He says giving Jayce a lazy two fingered salute. Jayce just waves lightly before returning to his duties. Wyatt also hears Kaleb shout goodbye from inside as he walks out the door.