The Beginning After The End (Beckoning Fates Book 3) by TurtleMe

How was he able to get into the
Disciplinary Committee?   Does he
have connections or something?”

 
    “Stupid.   Even if he had connections, I hear
everyone from the Disciplinary Committee needs to be really strong.”

 
    “He’s kinda cute, no?”   “Yeah, he’s totally my type.”

 
    “That white fox on top of his head
is so adorable!”

 
    I sat towards the back in the class
with Elijah next to me.   The
constant murmurs and whispers that echoed in the classroom made my head
hurt.   The professor for our first
class, Fundamentals of Magic Theory, had yet to arrive, allowing the
discussions of this morning’s ceremony to ceaselessly go on.

 
    “Look at how popular you are Mr. DC
Officer.”   Elijah nudges me with his
elbow while giving me a sarcastic smirk.  

 
    Before I had the chance to respond,
the person who I assume is the professor, walks in
with confident strides.

 
    Using the folder he was holding
unto as a gavel, he thumps it on the front podium before starts speaking.   “Now now… I realize that there are many
wonderful things to talk about, but you guys aren’t very good at
gossiping.   If the person of topic
is in the same room and can hear what you guys are saying, then it really isn’t
gossip now, is it?”   He looks in my
direction and gives me a wink, making me shake my head in defeat.

 
    Our professor seemed pretty young,
at most in his mid thirties.   He had
well parted brown hair that he kept neat and styled.   His face was freshly shaven to reveal
his narrow jaw.   He was on the
thinner side, but in no ways out of shape.   He had very good proportions, considering he was a Conjurer, which I
could tell by the wand strapped to his side.

 
    Some of the students gossiping
shrank down in embarrassment but most of the students just laughed.  

 
    “My name is Professor Avius and I
must say that it’s great to meet you all.   While this is technically a basic class and some may think that it is
unnecessary, I, on the other hand, believe this class is the foundations for
what will make you a great mage.   We
won’t be doing much casting in this class but there will be fun assignments and
projects that I will assign along the way, so look forward to it!”

 
    With that last note, the class
erupted in a synchronized groan at the thought of doing projects.   I couldn’t imagine what sort of projects
he was going to assign 12-14 year olds but it should be rather easy.

 
    “On that note, I think today is a
rather fine day to have a lecture for!   You are not going to get any younger so absorb as much knowledge as you
can while your brains are still fresh! Take out your notebooks and writing
utensils!”   His thin face wrinkles
as he smiles.

 
    Elijah adjusts his glasses and
promptly takes out a fresh new notebook and pen while eagerly writing the title
of the class and today’s date.

 
    I just lean forward and rest my
chin on my hand as I begin to listen.

 
    “Today’s topic will focus on the
segregation between Conjurers and Augmenters!”   He writes messily on the chalkboard.
    “There is a deeply embedded
discrimination against Augmenters by Conjurers on the premise that Augmenters
are ‘brutes’ or ‘savages’ that can only fight by getting themselves
dirty.”   He uses his fingers to air
quote.

 
    “This is a rather uneducated stigma
that everyone should get rid of right here and right now.”   He leans forward, his face turning
serious.

 
    This causes a few murmurs of
disagreement and some of acknowledgement.

 
    “Coming from the point of view of a
Conjurer, it is silly to say that we are above Augmenters because our bodies
are more suitable for influencing mana remotely because this is an advantage we
have only while we are in lower levels.”    He scribbles some key points on
the chalkboard.

 
      “When a mage’s mana core, Conjurers and
Augmenters alike, reach the silver stage, the ability