non ero insipiens:

There wasn't much to worry or ponder about with classes going on, with each day filled with the same mundane activities. Though she wasn't a morning person, Molly didn't mind her first period, always trying to make sure she gets there because, well, Black Magic - it was something she was definitely good at; It was why she enrolled.

But all the other classes? They were a mostly a bore to the brunette, but it was better to be an all-rounded sorceress if she was to become strong and powerful. Knowledge was important after-all, and while the school didn't have to worry about a rival or a revolt beginning from the inside (that she knew of), Molly needed to become prepared for anything.

It didn't stop her from grimacing as she entered the classroom, or from dragging the chair along the floor, making a screeching noise. She didn't care about the heads turning and glaring at her as she dropped her bag on the desk, turning her attention towards a notebook that looked like it had seen better days. Filled inside, she had scribbles of ingredients and items that weren't easy to find. Blood of a virgin, the excretion of a toad cursed on a full moon, unicorn hair... If she was going to get the respect she deserved, she needed to figure a way to get these materials fresh and with ease. It didn't help that she might need practice with brewing up 

Though Molly was never a super social person - she could converse and have a good time at party but it wasn't like her to share - especially willingly. As she had wondered through the campus, her eyes searching the weeds and plants that grew, she couldn't help but pluck a few of the wilting flowers, focusing on making them livelier before they ignited into flames.

Waving the ashes out of her hand, she picked up a few more. Cupping the new fresh plants, she hummed a small tune rubbing her thumbs against each other as she walked back towards the houses.

It wasn't even her house, and she wasn't even sure what had brought her here; it wasn't like she was trying to make any friends - she thinks. It was mostly how he seemed not to care what she thought, or how he seemed almost as annoyed about this place and people as she was. Maybe it was the way he was snarky, and wasn't exactly like the others - or maybe it's because she got this feeling he wouldn't be the worst person to get high with.

In one pocket she had a glass pipe that she had lifted from a guy too gullible to her smile and fake laugh, and she had used her own modifications of spells to figure the best way to grind the elusively transformed plant to something potent for her intentions.

She never really needed free weed, but she'd never say no if someone insisted.

Leaning against the wall outside the hallway where the dorms laid, Molly stopped humming, mumbling only a few words for her incantation to work. It was always a weird feeling to feel a solid object become grinded in her hand, but even if it took a bit more energy than what was necessary to conjure something of this effect, she didn't mind.

While she watched and made sure no one was watching her (because she already knew what kind of people would never stop pestering her for this secret), she slowly started packing her pipe, using the sleeves of her jacket to make it seem like she was just fiddling with her thumbs. It was an awkward stance for the girl in question, but she'd rather they have an image that could be used to her advantage, if needed.

Pausing only as others from the Caracal house entered and exited, scowling at a few who looked at her with suspicion, it wasn't until she saw the familiar brunette walking past her that she held her posture straight. A smirk was already on her face as she wondered what exactly he would think of her stuff.