Malakhon's afternoon studies of a particularly interesting treatise on Dwarven magics were interrupted by a weary-looking Murth poking his head round the doorframe.

"'scuse me sir - the kids are arguing again. I offered to bang their heads together it didn't do no good - there's some resentment going on down there I tell ya. Just thought you'd like to know."

The big fellow drew back around the corner without waiting for a reply; Malakhon could hear him muttering as he clumped up the stairs, probably going back to working on the roof of the west turret. They really must get that sorted out soon, since the lack of cover from the winter storms was making the whole tower damp.

Now that he was listening and not thinking, he could hear raised voices downstairs. Sounded like Henri's petulant tones and...wait...yes, that was Ereik's deep voice almost shouting back. Now that was odd, Ereik was a reserved sort, usually.

"Is this something I should be involved with, or can you not quiet them down?" Malakhon eyes Murth.

Seeing that it apparently is. Malakhon walks down to see what the hub-bub is all about. "Alright, Whats all this, then?"
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The argument was definitely a big one, as evidenced by the way the students didn't immediately shut up at the arrival of their teacher.

Ereik and Henri were on their feet, yelling at each other mere steps apart. Henri had a sneering attitude, while Ereik looked indignant.

Kyrie, bless her, was trying to break apart the two older lads, though her soft voice was lost in the din. She glanced almost pleadingly at Malakhon as he entered. Lawson, true to form, was merely watching with only a little interest, looking up occasionally from his book.

Malakhon could see that Henri's clothes were stained pink in a few places, while over on one of the tables sat the charred remains of a book.

(Do I need to use third person and past-tense?)

Cracking his staff on the ground to generate a loud noise. Then physically striking Henri on the top of the Head. Not enough to do damage, just to get his attention.

"Children...who wants to explain?" using the term Children to impress upon them a disapproving attitude.

Malakhon's display of displeasure did the trick.

Henri and Ereik stopped arguing with each other and began talking at once.

Each was accusing the other of various misdeeds. Henri's complaint seemed to be that Ereik had stained his clothes, and Ereik accused Henri of burning his spellbook.

Kyrie stood now with arms folded and the sort of 'I-told-you-so' expression that young women are such masters of. Lawson simply looked on with a faint smile on his dark features.

"I suggest you find better ways to chanell that anger, before either of you develop any real magical abilities. Perhaps you can discuss while you take on extra duty today, after you clean up this mess. You'll both be expected to work together. I'll have Murth check on you today."

Having left his ultimatum and defined how they would be checked up on, Malakhon turned to Kyrie and Lawson. "It's time to start today's demonstration, let's leave them to getting this room back in shape."

Then I will give a class on Applied Summoning to the two other students in another part of the Tower.



(I am actually used to first person, present/future tense table top style as in "I want to shoot my crossbow at the Orc", but I try to do the third person since I know that is the usual PbP style. Thank you for the kind words about my posting style.)
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Henri and Ereik reacting with surprise, each clearly believing the other had done wrong, but they dared not speak out.

As Malakhon led the way up to the somewhat drafty third floor, Kyrie asked cautiously:

"Master Malakhon, are you really going to punish both of them equally? Ereik's spellbook is ruined - he'll have to spend hours sorting out a new one. And it really was mostly Henri's fault. He was goading Ereik, I think just because Henri's not as skilled as him."