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[dominicvrsed]

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          “  i  know  this  is  UNORTHODOX  but  trust  me.  it’s  fine. ”   there  are  two  bean  bag  chairs  on  the  floor  in  his  office,  everything  else  having  been  pushed  out  of  the  way.   he  sinks  down  into  one  of them  and  motions  for  dominic  to  join  him  on  the  other.   they’re  sitting  across  from  one  another:   comfortable,  but  upright  enough  not  to  be  too  comfortable.  “  you  had  a  pretty  good  handle  on  what  we  were  doing  in  class  but  i’m  going  to  make  it  more  difficult  this  time. ”   that  is,  after  all,  the  whole  point  of  challenging  him.  advanced  assignments  aren’t  really  for  anyone’s  benefit  beyond  IMPROVING  your  techniques.   (  it’s  not  like  the  kid  needs  the  extra  credit.  )   “  it’s  easy  to  manipulate  someone’s  emotions  when  they’re  open  to  letting  you.   when  someone’s  resisting  …  that’s  the  hard  part. ”   he  leans  back,  tucks  his  arms  behind  his  head.   “  we’ll  start  simple.  i’m  calm  right  now,  yeah  ?   stress  me  out. ”     he  pauses,  adding  with  a  raised  finger.   “  by  manipulating  my  emotions,  NOT  by  setting  the  place  on  fire  or  harshing  my  vibes  with  videos  of  sad  puppies  or  raccoons  accidentally  melting  their  candy  floss. ”   he clicks  his  tongue  against  his  teeth.   “  let’s  do  this. ”  @dominicvrsed​

the set-up presented before him was a little concerning; only from the fact he was deeply concerned that one of his favourite professors was facing a mid-life crisis. nevertheless, he played along and sank into the beanbag chair, sitting upright and listening to instruction. mental magic was a subject that he enjoyed. dominic simply enjoyed MAGIC. 

as he nodded through the instructions, the corners of his lips dragged the rest of his mouth into a small smile. “ so -- you mean a hard pass on the fires? ” a raised eyebrow matched with the smirk confirmed the sarcastic tone underlying in his voice. “ okay, I’ll give the fires a miss -- this time. ”

placing one leg on top of the other, he crossed them over and closed his eyes, grounding himself and clearing his mind -- something that he had worked hard on over his years at arcanas, which now came as simply as breathing to him. he focused his energy towards the male, who was sat there so assuredly. dom had an affinity for reading people -- even without his magic. ansem was easy to read -- he wore his heart on his sleeve. dom guessed that he wanted to be liked, that the people in his life were important to him and he cared about their opinion, that was his in. 

he muttered a small incantation to initiate his compulsion and focused on these feelings -- what if those around you didn’t really care for you, what if no one ever really liked you; they were just pretending. dom closed his eyes tighter, clenching his jaw, putting more into the spell; he knew that his professor would be a tough nut to crack. so he amped it up. missed deadlines, leaving the stove on at home, the overwhelming amount of papers he had to mark, did the principal want to fire him?

he knew he was laying it on thick, but he was asked to complete something, and he always like to overachieve. he should’ve been careful for what he wished for. dominic carried on focusing in on the spell; attempting to increase the intensity. 

“ how am I doing so far? ”

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               she’s  sitting  cross-legged  on  the  floor,  hands  on  her  thighs,  as  she  lets  her  eyes  screw  closed.  she’s  never  been  good  at  this  —  at  clearing  her  mind  —  and  today’s  no  exception.  (  she’s  as  close  to  mastering  ASTRAL  PROJECTION  as  she  is  to smiling  at  the  next  person  who  passes  by.   )   she  might  have  been  self-aware  of  her  own  predilection  for  failure  but  foreign  footsteps  stomping  into  the  room  certainly  aren’t  helping  matters  any.   she  can’t  clear  her  mind  when  she’s  thinking  about  how  she’d  like  to  stick  her  foot  out  and  trip  whoever’s  within  range !   which  she  does,  for  the  record  —  though  she’ll  blame  it  on  a  cramp  if  someone  tries  to  give  her  hell  for  it.  “ for  one  person,  you  do  a  great  impression  of  a  herd  of  elephants. ”   eyes  don’t  even  flutter  open,  irritation  evident  on  her  features  as  she  suffers  a  sigh.   “  WHAT  DO  YOU  WANT  ?  I’M  A  LITTLE  BUSY. ”

dominic’s demeanour as he walked through the castle had been consistent since his first day way back when. he hands thrust deep into his pockets -- shoulders in a half shrug, not paying any attention to what was going on around him. he paced quickly through the corridors, taking a cut-through he discovered in his first year. as he entered the room he saw a petite figure on the floor. kit.

he quickly stepped over her outstretched leg and smirked down at her -- “ watch yourself, ward. ” he ran his hand through his hair, his lips twitching at the sides. “ I always thought it would be your ineptitude at magic that would injure me, not a stray limb; keep a reign on it, yeah? i’ve got a bet on it. ” he leaned into a small bow at the comment about the heard of elephants, a sarcastic gesture to wind the other up even more. 

“ well, well -- that’s a bit presumptuous. ”a fake and rather emphasised scoff accompanied his utterance. “ you really think I came all this way to try and find you? this is the quickest route to the cafeteria from the Flarion dorms. ” 

“ ..but now I’m here, how’s your astral projection coming along? I made it to the magical ethics classroom the other night; that was before one of the other flarion guys threw a shoe at me cause I’d nicked his toothpaste -- I shall not apologise for enjoying the minty freshness it leaves it my mouth. ” 

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dominic’s lethargy was unrelenting; he was a firm believer that Saturdays were created to be spent lay under a duvet watching shitty films and eating junk. 11am -- a sigh that only articulated his frustration at the concept of dragging himself from his bed. He had agreed to meet axel, and although the actual meeting of the two wasn’t the main reason he decided to drag himself from the pit -- the thought of what he may get up to if he didn’t meet him? that’s what kept him going as he pulled on his black skinny jeans and chucked on the closet tee. 

he stumbled out of the flarion dorms, through the common room and into the rest of the school -- the cacophony of sounds that greeted him were unwelcome; why did everything have to be so loud? he pushed past a couple of third years and made his way to the agreed rendezvous. he approached the werewolf and titled his head in a form of greeting. 

“ oi -- you better have something good planned for today to get me out of bed at this ungodly hour ”. he approached and bumped his shoulder into the others arm; a sign of affection. “ how was your night? anything interesting happen in the recesses of the volta quarters? ” 

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( aron piper, he/him, nineteen ) class is in session for DOMINIC MASTERS. the student file says they’re a WITCH belonging to house FLAIRON and currently a NINTH year. we see here they are MANIPULATIVE and DISMISSIVE, but they’re also INTELLIGENT and RESOURCEFUL. we wish them good luck in the new school year, where they’ll learn MENTAL MAGIC.

Dominic Masters was from a perfectly mundane family; his childhood was quiet and pedestrian. He grew up in a small suburb of London in a big house and as much money as he could want for — his parents were never around, with them both having well-paid jobs he never saw them much. He didn’t mind though, it meant that he could do what he wanted, when he wanted — and he did. The parties, the all-nighters just walking through London. No one cared about him, and he didn’t really care about anything either. His parents didn’t love him, he was frequently reminded of this. It was your typical situation, have a child to save a marriage — it worked; they united with their dislike of their son. Dom had never played well with other people; he grew up around loads of people who liked him; but never really had any close friends that he could trust. Dominic didn’t let people get close to him; that wasn’t something he was comfortable with, he’d never had an example to follow with his parents.

At the age of 11, when Dominic was recruited for Arcanas; he was relieved and exhilarated by the new leaf that he had just been provided with — he leapt at the chance to leave his family home; he packed all of his things, mainly clothes and left everything else behind and didn’t look back. Dom knew he was different, but he never expected this. He only saw this as a way to escape from the life he had before, with shitty parents and getting in trouble and fights at school. He had spent his whole life searching for something; as if there was something missing. He wasn’t like the rest of his school friends. He was distant — he could party the hardest, and fought more than any of the others; but it was only in his search to feel something.

Dominic loved being at arcanas, he was an extremely intelligent guy, he always had been — in his first year he learnt as much as he possibly could about the new world he had found himself in; and he mastered everything he could find. Although he was excited about this new prospect, his attitude had never changed. He was still nonchalant, uncaring and unbothered by most things — it was an effect of his upbringing. This carried throughout his school career; every new class and every new extra-curricular he joined; he became an expert; he had an affinity for learning, knowledge — it came naturally to him, as easy as breathing.

If Dominic found out that the zanzara orb had been stolen, he would do anything in his extensive powers to find the person who had captured it; and return it — after he had been given this second chance, he would give anything to keep it and would not let it go without a fight.