Rachael headed into her first class, cutting it really close to being late. She slid into the last available seat in the class, groaning audible when she realized her table-mate was the kid that insulted her on her first day.

"Oh, it's you again. The Sun-Att. How impressive." Beckett says with sarcasm.

"What's your problem?" Rachael grumbles. "And how did you know I was a Sun-Att?"

"I have my sources. It's amazing what you can learn from professors during their free hours." Beckett says, observing her carefully. "You don't look very impressive to me..."

"Oh please..." Rachael mumbles, opening her mouth to speak getting quickly shut down by the Professor.

"Excuse me! I'm trying to start a class here." The Professor glared at the pair, whose dispute had turned from angry whispers to a shout.

They both glared at each other before noticing the whole class was staring at them. The teacher cleared his throat before beginning his lecture. "I'm Professor Englund and in this class, you'll learn to perform basic spells based on the eight practical elements: Fire, Water, Air, Earth, Metal, Wood, Sun, and Moon! Can anyone tell me where our ability to perform magick stems from?"

He waited for a moment and when only Beckett raised his hand he decided to target a student personally. 

"How about our late-comer? Ms...?" Englund asks looking directly at Rachael.

"Oh uh, Michelle. Rachael Michelle." She says unsure. "And magick is hereditary?"

Beckett laughed at her, trying his best to hide it. He seemed really entertained by the fact that a Sun-Att could be so stupid.

"Not quite, but that's okay! I'm sure Mr.Harrington wouldn't mind gracing us with the correct answer?" Englund says with patience.

"Of course, sir. Magick is innate meaning that we were simply born with it. However, the capacity for magick differs from person to person." Beckett answers with a proud smile.

"Correct, so-" Englund starts before getting cut off by Beckett.

"For example, my capacity is quite high, since I'm a Metal-Att. While the lower their Attunements' capacity is somewhat low." Beckett continues.

"Kiss ass!" Rachael fake coughed, making a few other students laugh in the process, the rest of the class glared at him annoyed.

"That's...correct." Englund nods. "Simply put, every person in this room has the ability to perform most spells. However, the level of difficulty each Attunded can handle may differ. Now, let's not waist any time! We'll start simple today by learning to conjure fire and bending it to our will."

Englund rolled up his sleeves and shook his arms, before closing his eyes and putting his hands together.

"They first step, as always, is to focus. A lack of focus is the number one cause of spells going awry. For the creation of fire, you'll need to imagine a light or heat source and some kindling! It's important to start with a strong, simple base. There's a reason we build up to more complex ideas. Mainly to-" Englund explains getting cut off by Beckett once again.

"To conserve magick and energy by using smaller pieces to achieve the same end. It's a building block method we were taught as children." Beckett says like the little bitch he is.

"Love the enthusiasm, but I'm gonna need a hand next time, Mr. Harrington. That's correct." Englund says, snapping his fingers and creating a small flame at the tip of his fingers. "But once we've focused and built our magickal foundation...conjuring fires is a snap. From there, controlling the flame is just a matter of controlling your breathing. I'll be coming around to check on you. Feel free to help each other, but remember, using offensive magick on another student is strictly prohibited."

"Okay, step one: focus." Rachael says under her breath and closing her eyes. After a moment a warm sensation started to build inside of her spreading out from her stomach. She followed the instructions she was given and with the snap of her fingers a small flame flickered at her finger tips.

"Wow, congratulations. That must have been so hard for you." Beckett says, playing with the flame in his hand effortlessly.

"Excusez-moi. I'm trying to concentrate, and I can't do that with your dry insults invading my thoughts." Rachael says, rolling her eyes at him.

"Don't make excuses for your below par casting skills." Beckett mumbles, as Professor Englund walks over to them watching Beckett perform the spell with ease, the fire floating around him lazily. Both of their attention turned to her and the sad flame resting at her finger tips.

"It looks like you're almost there. You just need to bend the flame to your will." Englund says encouragingly. She took a deep breath closing her eyes again, and the flame flew up and away from her. "Very nice job, quite masterful."

"Thank you." Rachael smiles playing with the flame, twirling it around herself.

"Now, Rachael. With all your marks combined. A perfect score! Absolutely superb! You really are quite a rare talent. I look forward to seeing what you can do over the course of the year." Englund says.

"I can't believe I actually did that! I'm so impressive." Rachael smiles.

"Yes, yes, congratulations. You managed a spell for babies. You really are quite the Attunded." Beckett says sarcastically. The flame in her hand flickered from her annoyance and him distracting her. "Uh oh, looks like your flames dwindling. Better focus up. It's harder to keep control when you're distracted."

She took a deep breath and closed her eyes trying to relax and block him out, the flame in her hand growing stronger instead of weaker.

"You know, I thought I'd be more impressed when I met my first Sun-Att. Maybe Professor Kantos got it wrong-" Beckett says, unimpressed.

"Why don't you just shut the fuck up!" Rachael snaps, accidentally sending the flame in her hand shooting directly at him. "Shit! Sorry!"

"Hey!" Beckett glares lifting two fingers and stopping the flame before it could hit him, sending it back in her direction.

Rachael yelled and ducked out of its way, having no clue how to stop it like he had previously. It flew over her and shot right towards the Professor.

"Wait, I-!" Beckett says, regret immediately flushing his face as the fireball barely missed Englund and crashed into the wall behind him.

"Well, that's definitely one way to start off this year." He waved his hand putting the smoldering wall out with ease, before turning to the culprits.

"I'm so sorry, Professor! It was all my fault!" Rachael stands quickly, willing to take the blame for the situation. "But I didn't mean to throw it at him. I just lost control of it!"

Beckett looked between them with wide eyes full of panic and confusion, before snapping back to himself and standing up as well.  "Well, of course it's her fault!"

"Oh my God! When are you going to get over your weird vendetta against me!" Rachael shouts letting her anger get the best of her.

"I have no clue what you're talking about!" Beckett argues with her, before turning back to the Professor looking somewhat panicked. "I swear, Professor Englund, I know every rule of this school forward and backward, and I would never break-"

"But unfortunately, Mr. Harrington, you did." Professor Englund sighs.

Beckett's cheeks turned a dark shade of pink for embarrassment, sitting back down looking as if his entire world was crashing down around him.

"At this point it's out of my hands. You'll both have to go to see Dean Goeffe." Professor says.

The entire class ooohed and started to murmur amongst themselves. Rachael's stomach immediately sank and she sat back down anxiously.

"B-But, sir! I didn't-...She...You can't..." Beckett  stutters his voice cracking and everyone in the class was starting to wonder if he was going to cry. His reaction started to make Rachael feel even more guilty than she had already felt.

"It's no longer up to me." Englund sighed. "You'll see the dean tomorrow morning before class. She may go easy on you...but attacking another student is grounds for expulsion. And Dean Goeffe isn't particularly well-known for being a forgiving woman."

Beckett inhaled so hard beside her she could feel the amount of panic in it.