First Morning Session
Who: Mozenrath, Severus Snape
Where: The Gym
When: About 7 am, the day after assignments.
What: Snape wants to meet for an hour every day, to train Moze's magic up without using the gauntlet. Mozenrath doesn't know this.
He'd never gone to a first meeting with a Warden with such optimism, really. But then -- a little magic went a long way, and a lot of magic certainly closed the distance.
Mozenrath arrived a few minutes early, Xerxes flitting about in the air at his shoulder, then checking every corner of the room as he entered. A fuller range of his higher senses had been returned to him so he was not surprised when the eel returned to him and uttered an observational "No one here." Xerxes still talked, from time to time, but with his potential so closed off, it was rare, and he hadn't been expecting it.
The young magician was sorely tempted to play around some with his returned power, but such displays thus far had been relegated mainly to the interior of his cabin. He had plans for this magic, and they presently involved making certain no one, especially his enemies, knew he'd grown his claws back.
So all there was, now, was to wait.
Where: The Gym
When: About 7 am, the day after assignments.
What: Snape wants to meet for an hour every day, to train Moze's magic up without using the gauntlet. Mozenrath doesn't know this.
He'd never gone to a first meeting with a Warden with such optimism, really. But then -- a little magic went a long way, and a lot of magic certainly closed the distance.
Mozenrath arrived a few minutes early, Xerxes flitting about in the air at his shoulder, then checking every corner of the room as he entered. A fuller range of his higher senses had been returned to him so he was not surprised when the eel returned to him and uttered an observational "No one here." Xerxes still talked, from time to time, but with his potential so closed off, it was rare, and he hadn't been expecting it.
The young magician was sorely tempted to play around some with his returned power, but such displays thus far had been relegated mainly to the interior of his cabin. He had plans for this magic, and they presently involved making certain no one, especially his enemies, knew he'd grown his claws back.
So all there was, now, was to wait.