Julius bit down hard on the last steamed bun. His tongue was submerged in flavor and passion.
Yevian sighed, though seemingly not due to his underfed appetite.
"Magic Dueling is so... so boring."
Julius swallowed down the steamed bun.
"How so?"
Yevian's body twitched he looked erratic and jumpy.
"We don't even fight. We just discuss what it'd be like to fight. It's like what do you do if your opponent does this? Or that? Or this? Or that? Or this-?"
Yevian continued his strange trance until a whole new set of food manifested magically before him.
It was that of a roast turkey.
Yevian relentlessly smacked the entire turkey onto his plate.
He complained miserably.
"Professor Silver should seriously consider leading the charge for curing the Sleepless Curse. I didn't even know I could get bored in a class about fighting and clashing spells."
Yevian groaned loudly, alerting the people around him.
"It's j-just so bad."
His hands moved around at every angle as if he was experiencing difficulties to express how bad the Magic Dueling class truly was.
"On top of it all, he's obviously biased toward the Magecraft house and then to the Dragon house, and then to the Blade house. I don't even think he knows our house exists. And the way he blatantly said Light Magic was the weakest of them all in terms of offense?"
Yevian's eyes burned with fury.
"Oh, how I'd love to show him my highest-ranked blinding spell."
Yevian chuckled darkly.
"He'll only have one chance to see it though."
Yevian's dark expression gracelessly lit up.
His demeanor returned to stoic, naive casualism.
"So how was Combat Dueling?"
Julius shrugged.
"It's... a lot. I guess."
Yevian almost pounced over the table as he interrogated Julius.
"What do you mean a lot?"
He spoke rapidly and overwhelmingly.
"Were there real swords?"
"Did the teacher show you some forbidden martial art?"
Yevian gulped nervously.
"Did anyone... die?"
Julius' face irked.
"No? Calm down. We just got weapons that were apparently fated for us and then we dueled people at random."
Yevian bit down on a turkey leg complacently.
"You win?"
Julius held back his pride.
"Yeah. Cut it pretty close but I still won."
Yevian shredded through the meat on his turkey leg like a grinder, muffling his speech.
"Hyowd yew dew thuart?" (How'd you do that?)
Julius massaged his right shoulder area which felt like it was creaking. The healing he had received seemed to still be remating.
"I just used a bit of magic."
Yevian moved on to a plate of roast potatoes.
"That's allowed?"
Julius tousled his dark hair calmly.
"I guess. I don't really think they even had rules. People were just beating the crap out of their opponents. The fights only ended through a killing blow."
Yevian jumped up, the plate in front of him shaking wildly.
His expression became ghastly grim.
"So people did die?"
Julius sighed.
"Yeah. Everyone died apart from me. I guess I've got a lonely semester ahead of me."
Yevian squinted his eyes slyly.
"I feel like you're lying to me."
Julius blinked twice bluntly.
Yevian gave up.
"Oh well."
He threw the last of his turkey behind him, relying on the wind magic that had been cast on the entire hall to pick it up and throw it into a food disposal area.
He began moving onto a platter of perfectly cooked sausages but he never got to set his tongue on the treasures.
"Argh."
Julius felt an 'Oh no' moment materialize. The place where Yevian had thrown his turkey just so happened to be the house of Dragon.
Vibra, the boy who had ruthlessly beaten down a Lighthause member in the Combat Dueling class had stood up in outrage. In his right hand was an oiled turkey, grotesquely left half-eaten. He wiped gravy off the top of his hair and swiftly turned towards where it had been thrown from.
His eyes set on Yevian.
His rage-lit figure began storming down. Yevian stood up too, bracing impact. Julius stood by his side, he felt like it would be unfair if the seemingly frail and light Yevian had to go against the noticeably muscular Vibra.
Just as he was about to crash right into Yevian, a hand lightly tapped Vibra on his right shoulder.
He looked back, ready to pummel and shout down the threat of anyone who dared to stop him only to notice that it was a boy only just taller than him. He had lush and glorious golden hair that correlated to two dragon-like orange eyes.
He had a tender and warm smile implanted onto his face.
Vibra's figure backed up slightly.
"Is something the matter Vibra?"
Vibra's mouth twitched as he looked at the being before him.
"These scu-. These members of the Lighthause house just befouled my hair by throwing their leftovers as if I was a back-street peasant."
"I think it's only right that they learn a lesson today."
The golden-haired boy nodded confidently.
He turned to Yevian and Vibra calmly and modestly.
"My name is Devinoir Utair, the current elected leader of the Dragon House."
"I apologize for this fuss, it looks like a severe misunderstanding has sprouted from this event."
Yevian rather than apologetic seemed quite angered at such a high-end opportunity to escape the mess.
He chirped in frustration.
"Why aren't you getting payback?"
His eyebrows furrowed.
"Aren't you just letting us walk all over you if you let this go now?"
Julius pulled at the back of Yevian's shirt tightly.
He muttered in irritation so only Yevian could hear.
"What are you doing?"
Yevian ignored him briefly, giving him only a small bit of insight.
"Investigating. This is fishy."
Devinoir smiled graciously.
"Well, I'm sure that you didn't mean for those turkey remains to hit Vibra. I'm actually quite glad and fortunate to have found another person who realized that there's a wind array set on this floor to pick up all food remains from the ground."
"I'm sure that's where your turkey would've most likely been headed too had it not been for its... misdirection."
Vibra was boiling like a kettle.
"Devi-."
Devinoir gave him a subtle stern gaze.
Vibra huffed.
"Leader, this is not the way the Dragon flies."
Devinoir closed his eyes peacefully.
"Our Dragon does not fly, and neither do we. We are not above everyone."
"Besides, this is an excellent opportunity to bond between two houses. The Magecraft and Blade houses have already been discreetly meeting up."
Yevian and Julius were met with new information.
Yevian rose an eyebrow in discernment.
"They have?"
Devinoir nodded wisely.
"Indeed. It seems they underestimate a lurking Dragon."
Yevian coughed.
"So has the matter been solved? Can we go?"
Devinoir somehow stretched his angelic smile further but not to the level of insanity.
"As long as you can leave in peace then of course."
Yevian looked at Devinoir strangely.
"Then I guess... we'll do that."
The small commotion had been solved surprisingly swiftly.
Julius looked at Yevian like he was an idiot.
"Why the hell were you so aggressive?"
Yevian brushed off his accusation.
"Keep an eye on the blonde one. He knows something."
Julius breathed out in tiredness.
"What does he know?"
Yevian pouted.
"Hell if I know. He knows something he shouldn't. That's the feeling he just produces silently."
Yevian twisted his stringy blonde hair.
"He's a sweet-talker too. The Dragon-house is meant to be like that green boy. Aggressive, angry, and untamed. The golden boy was tamed, calm and something of a... A pushover."
Yevian devoured a roast potato with one bite.
"He's no Dragon. And that's why we can't trust him."
Julius chomped on a delicate pastry.
"So we can't trust him because he's the ideal Dragon?"
Yevian laughed darkly.
"There are no ideal dragons. Just dragons that roar and dragons that lurk. He's a lurker alright."
The two silently munched on their courses until they were sucked into the black tablecloth below and dessert arrived.
Julius stuck a spoon into a deluxe chocolate parfait of sorts.
"What do we have next?"
Yevian munched down on a bowl of cookies greedily.
"Magic Beast Practical. With Professor Zendow. She speaks the language of the beasts."
Julius nodded, relieved that he had avoided a class with any of the professors who were involved in his arrival.
"Cool. Have you had a lesson with her?"
Yevian grunted.
"Yeah. Despite knowing thousands of languages it astounds me that I find her voice intolerable in each of them."
"The lady talks like a... broken kettle."
Julius reached for a cookie. Yevian pulled the bowl away hastily.
"Get your own."
He scowled whilst stuffing cookies into his mouth inhumanely fast.
A wry smile formed on Julius' face.
His thoughts whirred cynically.
'It's about time I got to use this ability for something other than getting in trouble.'
He shouted in his mind.
'FORCE.'
A strange energy grasped all the cookies in Yevian's bowl. Magically they shot up before angelically floating down, straight into Julius' plate.
Yevian attempted to stop the atrocity.
"Wind Silvia."
He used his hand as the raw catalyst for the spell. To his surprise, the cookies were unaffected by his wind magic.
Yevian was taken aback.
"How did you do that?"
His mouth drooped in awe.
Julius shrugged.
"I guess the cookies just like me more."
Yevian proceeded to spend the rest of lunch pondering the anomaly that had just appeared before him whilst Julius lazily munched on cookies.
AT: Do not fret, I will not make every single lunchtime in this school thing a whole chapter long. That;s way too short.