Classes had ended no more than thirty minutes ago, everyone who was smart enough took off to venture out into with their friends. Some went off into town, others back to the dorm, and the rest went about to their clubs or sports practice of some kind. Iriel, however, remained in the now empty class. He sat upon one of the desk with his book bag over one shoulder. His sandaled feet rested on the window seal, toes wiggling, as he watched students outside mingle with the human classmates. Iriel leaned forward to rest his chin in the palm of his hand, head tilted.

He didn’t quite understand how everyone blended in so easily. As a third year, he grasped the concept well enough and blended in too---but he goofed up sometimes. He might be able to look normal by slapping a pair of Sclera contacts on his eyes but his actions where always a bit off. Sure, he was raised in the human world without ever knowing there were others like him. So, maybe, in short that was his actual problem. He could interact with human’s fine but he couldn’t interact with those of his own kind, the supernatural.

He was still in awe over the types of people in this school. Werewolves, Vampires, Demons, Angels, and so many more that he had yet to see. Each had their own special skills, thoughts, personas, and well they could make sense of everything that Iriel couldn’t. The tattooed phoenix kinda stood out like a sore thumb among his own kind. He had been told many times that he was a bit of a freak of nature either from how he thought, spoke, or acted like a curious two year old child with no restraints.

It didn’t help either that he got lost pretty dang easy; his cooking skills lacked the ability to even boil water. He was getting to be well known to be one heck of a fuck up in everything but blending in with normal humans. He did okay in basics, horrible at communication skills, and well…the last time he tried to light a candle with his fire manipulation he sat on the candle on fire instead. Fire manipulation was a bitch even if it came with his race. He had little practice with it as he avoided using his powers growing up. He was always told to act normal but what was normal? He hadn’t a clue but at least he could turn into a phoenix naturally without any issues. That was a plus! Now he just needed to work on his fire, find a way to handle Recall better and for the love of God, his Psychometry. No one liked it when he kinda accidentally peeked into their past by touching something of theirs.

Best way to make friends right there! Speaking of which, his wondering mind caught the thoughts of another that was entering the room. Figuring they might come near him he decided to give them a bit of helpful information. Lazily, he pointed towards the desk to his left. ”I wouldn’t sit there if I were you.” He offered politely. ”Trust me.” The things that desk had seen…or well…been a part of---yikes.

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