The Fires of Idirsholas (3rd, Weaponry, Lesson Four)

Now, allowing the younger Turrow near anything that could cause harm may seem like a bit of a risk to most people who knew him. However, of course, most professors here had yet to figure that out, and Quil had never been one to monitor himself.

So, of course, he walked into Weaponry with ease. In fact he was excited.

It was Weaponry. That had to have some amusement in it somewhere. Didn't it?

Rose yawned as she walked in and practically slumped into the closest available chair. She propped her head on her palms which were propped on their elbows on the wooden desk. She blinked a couple of times, the black bags under her eyes prominent. "Good morning" she barely said, acknowledging Turrow's presence

"Rosie!!!!" Quil greeted energetically turning towards the girl and frowning, "No offence, Rosie-Rose but you look awful."

He wrinkled his nose and then gave a little laugh.

"Sleep I hear it healthy for you; you should try it."

Rose chuckled and shook her head as she placed her satchel that she almost forgot on the ground. "I have been sleeping." she said then hesitantly added "...but the nightmares keep waking me up." She gave the boy a hollow smile. "I'm okay really... that reminds me how are you?"

Quil frowned, "Well that just sucks. I shall attack those nightmares mercislessly for you my dear."

He laughed a little to himself.

"Oh I am quite alright - but its me. When am I not alright?" his eyes twinkled as he spoke.

Rose tilted her head and smiled at him. "You can't attack a nightmare silly!" she said as she let out a short lived happy laugh before it quickly dropped. "Well that's true" she mused before yawning. "Are we two just early?"

Roman cautiously opened the door, hoping the class hadn't started without him. Surprisingly, though, there were only two people there.

"Where is everybody?"