the sparks have been crackling in aine's brain since she last saw them. her eyes glow like hot coals. time inched its way to tuesday, and towards the afternoon even slower. the witch's body had been buzzing in anticipation for her lesson. she is breathless. beyond eager, aine is waiting to spot him, red hair set ablaze by the setting sun, kasimir.

the campus itself was clearly labelled. there were many signs, numbers and arrows directing any wayward witches. each building seemed to vary wildly from the next. the lack of cohesion was disorienting. this may have been appealing to those that had familiarity with the location. she walked as if she was floating. aine refused to look lost. the idea of someone stopping to help her was ... repulsive.

in the windstorm that is aine's excitement, she arrived early to the scene. not to mention she has never been to lux university. there is a minor anxiety in visiting somewhere you've never been. she has never been on a university campus. this form of higher education has never occurred to aine. she has always been a witch of her trade, and until recently had minimal interest in magical studies. she is a wood worker, a dancer, a runaway. for the next few hours aine would try on the role of student.

only a few anxious minutes pass and then there he is. "right here," she sticks her hand straight up, waving it eagerly. aine does nothing to hide the joy in her face. for this rare moment, she is unguarded. "right here." she repeats herself. "good to see you." it is more than good to see him. kasimir is beyond a welcome sight. she cannot wait to able to perform even one of the tricks he does.