Jake trudges his way to school, black shadows clearly visible underneath his eyes, displaying his lack of sleep. The reason for this can be attested by the fact that he was too excited yesterday, for by opening the seal on the book, he was introduced to a new world, filled with infinite possibilities. Perhaps I can find mom and dad again, Jake thought to himself, hope resurging back into his heart. Small skips can be seen in his footsteps as he walks to school, joy being felt in them.
As Jake got closer to school, a mummy jumps from behind him, grabbing him by the shoulder. In response, Jake nearly punches in shock, but barely reign himself back in as he realises that it's just Grud, albeit in a ton of casts and bandages. "Hwwv yoo zoin? Zoree vur shbekin lik dis," Grud pauses, before pointing to the bandages, "Cast." Jake just takes a good look, before rolling his eyes and continuing his journey, "I know you can speak fine. Just stop this childish gibberish." Grud stops in his tracks, before reverting to his normal speech "Aww, and we were getting to the good part. Fooled ya, didn't I?" With a wink, Grud and Jake continued to bicker all the way to school.
On the gate of the school, as they were entering, they realised that people were staring at them. Uncomfortable, they clung onto their bags, while Grud asked one of them why they were looking at them. Turns out, they had managed to hear from their friend's friend's friend's uncle's nephew who worked at the museum what they had done, and this spread like wildfire among the school. Blushing, the duo huddled to Mrs. Hunton's class for their history lesson.
As they entered the classroom, the cacophony of noise immediately shut down, before everyone turned their head and stared at them in silence. They ducked their head, and sat on their seats, blushing even more.
Just as the students were about to ask them what happened that day, stomps were heard from the outside. Sharp clicks resounded across the empty hall, as stilettos carried the person into the classroom. Mrs. Hunton had arrived.
However, different from the usual stoic face she wore, today she was different. Fear and caution was etched there, hands clasping in determination. She walked up to the podium, and declared "Today I will not talk about history-", before screams were heard in the classroom. "Yaaayy, no boring history today." One student yelled in joy, before crouching down again in fear after looking at Mrs. Hunton's face.
"Silence! In lieu of what happened at the museum, I suppose its time I delve into the mystical side of our world. Usually it is done at the university, or by your parents, but because of the attack at the museum, It must be brought forward. Now, I shall explain to everyone what mystical arts there are." She stepped down from the podium, before conjuring a light screen and a bright, red glowing pen.
"Now, I shall explain to you the mystical arts."