The instant the potion ran down my throat, I felt the change. I lost a few pounds of fat, and my biceps swelled under my wizardly robe. I also found that I no longer got winded when running to my classes.
(Body +20)
There was a terrible accident in my Transmutations class at the beginning of my third year. We were taking turns working on a standard spell when a young red-haired boy's magic went wild. The walls turned translucent and then shiny as the brick turned to glass. A loud crack silenced everyone in the room, but there was no time to think before the roof came crashing down upon us. Many students were badly injured from flying glass and falling stone.
I saw them bleeding and screaming in agony. I did nothing to help them; instead, I just stood there and watched. Two people died, and I offered no aid.
(Evil +3)
I remember the day I heard a knock upon my door.
I felt very lonely.
(Personality -5)
My Conjuration class was very practical. We learned to throw fire and create magical shields for combat casting and dueling.
I had a solid build and was able to take some punishment. This allowed me to have extra time to cast a decent counter spell.
(Fighting +10)
I was beginning to learn that the Academy was a very dangerous place. I had made it to my fourth year, but I was becoming less concerned with the graduation rate and more ill at ease with the survival rate. Another accident took place in my Summoning class. Some student had gained access to the Archmage's personal library and learned a spell they couldn't control. I filed that thought away for later. The idea that extra-powerful tomes were kept apart was very interesting.
The spell began normally as the student made the necessary gestures and said the needed magic words. Unfortunately, he missed a key component to the spell, and the snakes he summoned were out of his control. To make matters worst, they were poisonous and extremely aggressive. They immediately began to attack everyone in sight.