❒ classroom a

@ᴋʏʟᴇ ʟᴜxʷᵃʳˡᵒᶜᵏ Sometimes, Isaz would lose track of the things around him while in class, especially during the times when the room fell silent to allow for students to study and finish their homework. The lack of auditory stimulus would cause Isaz to be single-minded in his thoughts. If he couldn't focus entirely on his assignments, then it was his mind wandering into daydreams, waiting for the professor or the clock to bring him out of it. When this happened he usually also did things absentmindedly. Such as he was doing now, playing with the zipper on his coat, and forgetting to regulate his temperature for those around him.

As long as Isaz stayed cool - which he had no trouble in with his spell-casted parka, hat, and boots - then he didn't really need to bother with checking the cold he was giving off, unless he was in the proximity of other people. Normally he was pretty good at this, after a few incidents as a kid where he accidentally got cold enough to cause harm to others. But there were times, like now, when his brain would be so locked onto one thing that his control slipped. Unfortunately, regulating his body temperature was not a completely automatic process.

Isaz was dragged out of his reading when a tense voice broke the quiet atmosphere, and he looked up to find the student in front of him - Kyle, if he remember correctly - almost glaring in his direction. The sudden shock also caused the air around Isaz to drop even further in temperature once he realized why the boy was talking to him. Isaz scrambled to zip up his coat and draw the cold air back into himself. "Sorry, sorry," he said quickly, wincing as his shirt got caught in the zipper and he had to finangle it until it came free. "I didn't mean to. I wasn't paying attention, sorry." Finally, he had the coat closed up to his chin, watching Kyle with wide eyes to make sure he hadn't caused too much damage. Isaz knows that some people are more affected by his cold than others, and he would really hate to have accidentally hurt him somehow.

@ᴍɪɴ ɪsᴀᴢʷⁱᵗᶜʰ The independent study session had been going on for roughly an hour and Kyle's mind seemed to be running off already, which was incredibly uncommon. Typically his attention span would come in short bursts and he'd get distracted easily, but when it came to learning about new magic or practicing his own, his focus would be solely on it for as long as the activity went on which was the reason for his great focus during classes too. Yet, for some reason, today wasn't working out and he could feel it in his fingertips as he tried to use his healing abilities to revive the potted plant he had on his desk. There seemed to be a lack of effect even though he knew he was doing exactly what he always does. He felt rather weak and as he tried to push it for the desired effect, he instead ended up accidentally burning one of the leaves in a frustrated switch of his controlled abilities.

With his full focus on the dying plant, it took him a while to realize just why his abilities weren't coming out as intended, but it finally became obvious once he exhaled and noticed the light puff of smoke leaving his lips. He immediately pulled back in surprise breathing out again just to check, and it was only then that he finally realized why his fingertips felt weird. They were cold, just like every other end of his body but most especially his nose and ears. With a quick glance around he realized he must've been the only one noticing as the other students went on unbothered, maybe due to his susceptibility to cold temperatures or the contrast of it against his already unnaturally warmer body when compared to most other creatures. Turning to face the student behind him, Kyle's eyes fell on Isaz, an ice witch, of course.
"Can you stop that?" He started, his tone unconsciously a bit snappy. After realizing how low the temperature actually was, the goosebumps immediately ran over his entire skin, his hands now balled into fists to keep his fingers as warm as possible.

@ᴇɴᴢᴏ ᴄᴀʟʜᴏᴜɴᵐᵘᵗᵃⁿᵗ Vesper hadn't been around Enzo too often, but he had been around the young man enough to know when he was distracted, or wasn't completely paying attention. It was also very obvious if Vesper just took a look into the student's eyes. It became a lot more clear to the warlock if and when he looked into Enzo's eyes, and it didn't take a genius to know that Enzo really didn't need to ask him all of these questions about classwork. There were many signs from the beginning of their little session that pointed to Enzo wanting something completely different from what he was actually asking for.

He quirked a brow up, not easily believing the young man for what he seemingly came to him for. It didn't take him long to crack, though it wasn't any more clear as to why Enzo was there and asking for Vesper's presence so adamantly. "A night? You'll have to be a little more specific, Enzo," he encouraged and relaxed a bit in his seat. "I do roam around at night on patrols and the like," he stated since most people knew of his little patrols. He liked to go on patrols at night for his own peace of mind, but also to enjoy the clearer presence of the moon and stars. They were always there, just not always visible. He waited patiently for Enzo to continue, but he had an inkling as to what the student was referring to.

@ᴠᴇsᴘᴇʀ ᴘᴀʀᴋʰʸᵇʳⁱᵈ as far as enzo was truly concerned, any explanations and basic rundowns of each question lined up accordingly to notebook was more or less unfortunately going in through one ear and exiting out of the other. nothing seemingly able to stick to his mind no matter how much he pushed to at least appear in the slightest bit interested, and further more concentrated. within actual classes like these, it was a whole lot harder; although one couldn’t exactly pinpoint the blame on enzo himself 100%. not when he’d much rather focus on what really kept him going, what really was important— by all means, finding out about this hidden saviour of his and how everything had truly carried through before he’d passed out beyond his own proper recognition.

enzo’s eyes of cerulean blue had glued themselves stuck to the pages, only lifting every so often towards vesper just so the latter hopefully wouldn’t be able to catch his lack of intrigue for the hopefully quick impromptu tutorial session. although, it would seem as if the cryokinetic would soon be caught on his bluff; a hand of his instantly springing to rub onto his nape, his once firm gaze averting almost immediately as he lets out an awkward chuckle. “hey now, i just told you, vessir? i’ve got these questions,” he rests another hand onto the notebook at first but something within him just egged him on to push a little further. “and some more. at least.. about a night in particular, if you might know a little something. of course? it’s /kinda/ no biggie.”

@ᴇɴᴢᴏ ᴄᴀʟʜᴏᴜɴᵐᵘᵗᵃⁿᵗ Vesper had an inkling of a feeling that Enzo wasn't just there to see him about class work. After all, it was Enzo we were talking about - there was always more than just a single reason for anything that the student did. Still, the teacher humoured him and answered any and all of his questions to the best of his abilities and made sure that the student understood everything that he was being told.

It was a little awkward, but only because Enzo was being a little more serious than he usually cared to be around the teacher. He skimmed over the notes and most definitely knew that they did not actually belong to Enzo. He looked up at the student at the mention of heroic deeds and raised a brow. He sat back and folded his arms across his chest and stared silently at the young man before him.

Vesper his lips and sat up straight again and rubbed his forehead slightly. "Enzo, what are you actually here for?" he asked curiously. He knew that Enzo was mischievous and silly, but was just as intelligent. He didn't know why Enzo of all people would be asking these questions to him, especially these type of questions.

@ᴠᴇsᴘᴇʀ ᴘᴀʀᴋʰʸᵇʳⁱᵈ it was questionable indeed. enzo himself ever having to raise a question to any teacher whatsoever, let alone about actual assignments. but this time, there could not be any better reason for it— even if the class in particular that the older male had taught wasn’t necessarily one that the young cryokinetic was in. nonetheless, it didn’t have to seem all that wrong whenever any student would have a thirst for knowledge. right? clearing his throat, and pulling out some notes from his satchel (notes, that he had undoubtedly borrowed from a fellow volleyball teammate of his), enzo decides to waste no further time in snagging up a seat next to vesper. albeit, the airing between the two rendered far more awkward than any other time because ultimately, this wasn’t a situation enzo had cared to push himself into as much as he honestly could.

although things had to be different for once. he figured that if he truly needed any answers to clear up the foggy, jumbled memory in his head then he’d need to take desperate measures for it— as much as it may extend arms outside of his comfort zone. “yeah, so.. i have a couple of questions– i guess. nothing was sitting right with me about these theories though.” enzo started with an awkward chuckle, pulling the notes over the table to some recent yet random pages of queries he could truly care less for. his true line of concern focused on slowly craning his way into interrogation mode for the teacher himself, and if he was the mystery saviour indeed. “like.. how long would it take for one to not open up about actual heroic deeds. unless, oh– that doesn’t cut it for this section?” he pressed on first with the idle click of his tongue.

@ᴇɴᴢᴏ ᴄᴀʟʜᴏᴜɴᵐᵘᵗᵃⁿᵗ Vesper slept on the odd occasion, but he usually got too immersed in whatever he was doing - whether it was reading, singing, star and moon gazing, marking assignments, creating assignments and lectures for the rest of the semester and such. The only ever time he ever really /needed/ sleep was when he used his magic too frequently in a short span of time, otherwise, he could always meditate for a few hours, drink some blood and then he would be fine.

Sometimes when he wasn't doing much of anything, his mind would wander through the memories of his past. Albeit, his memories were quite scattered and not all there a lot of the time. When he truly needed a specfic memory, he could always look to the stars and moon for guidance. He thought about before he had been turned into a vampire, he thought about the time after that and since. There had been many things that had happened through the past few centuries.

Vesper was glad that he had listened and moved to Lunaria. It was probably the best place for people like him and others who were similarly of the non-human condition. He worried at times that perhaps a place like this wouldn't last, that something was stirring in the dark, but he decided not to pay it any mind until he had to - and he really hoped that he wouldn't have to.

He was finishing up his last class of the afternoon when none other than Enzo Calhoun stopped him as he was about to leave the classroom. "Hello Enzo," he greeted the young man. He raised an eyebrow about the homework part. He was certain that the student didn't take his class, but a number of the classes did overlap in terms of content, so it was probably that. "Of course, take a seat," he said and pushed two desks together and sat adjacent to the student. "What is it that you needed help with?" he asked.

@ᴠᴇsᴘᴇʀ ᴘᴀʀᴋʰʸᵇʳⁱᵈ enzo had just about had it with the thought in his head. that single one in particular that aimlessly stalked around to no end with the audacity of only remaining such a vague blur. but what the young cryokinetic at least knew about it was the mere fact that the memory itself wasn’t just some odd figment of his imagination; of course, there was no way what he thought to be several short moments of his existence possibility ceasing to exist was anything he could have made up out of nowhere.

the excruciating pulsing cold in his veins to the fleeting lights of the street lamps glaring at his eyes felt all too real, although the one thing he could not make out? was the strange figure looming over him who was more than likely the reason he was able to be where he was today. had that person not found him, then enzo surely would’ve been a goner. yet another lifeless vessel to be swept away beneath the cold blankets of blazing snow.

as of now, it was a thought like this that had him actively seeking out his masked saviour. perusing over certain individuals, with one ‘mr. vesper park’ sticking out like a sore thumb against many and simply because.. there was just something about his energy that felt all too familiar for enzo to miss. peering every so often into the classroom, he pondered over how to go about it. how to approach the latter without making things all too weird, although being weird fairly came second nature to enzo, surely.

but this time things would be serious. or at least.. so as he thought they’d be. because by the time the teacher is eventually making his move to exit the classroom, enzo is quickly beelining over to block his path with his arms spread out wide. and already, he was fumbling with his words without so much as a clear game plan set ahead. “uuuuh, uh.. hey! i have questions about, uhm.. homework. help me out, yeah?” enzo would add, eventually sighing as he properly composed himself, subtle desperation laced into voice. “please.”