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Laggy Lagiacrus
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Lord Huntington's Magic Academy.
Not a particularly bad place, by any means. With its towering wall of stone surrounding it, a magnificent – yet sturdy – castle as the learning quarters, and with thinner, cylindrical towers acting as gender-respective dorms, it seemed ideal for practising magic. However, a sequence of murders never show somewhere in a good light, and generally doesn't do the general populace any good. As one could imagine, even though strict rules were enforced throughout, people dropped like flies – men, women, boys and girls, students, teachers, anyone. All had been drained of moisture, a chemical burn over their heart in the shape of a rose. A fascinating case indeed, but one that was not up to students to solve.
Normal students, anyway.
And, by no means was Sebastian Baker normal.
"Hudson, we've been through this. I'm not going to bother unless it's a five or above. Normally, I wouldn't even get out of bed for a case like this, but I'm so BORED right now."
Sebastian Baker looked his acquaintance in the eye, barely stifling a yawn. The first two lessons over for the day, it was now the break period, providing a fifteen-minute respite from the daily slog. Nothing in particular interested Sebastian – the serial killer would probably sate his appetite, but the law enforcement officers would not allow him access to the crime scene, despite his reputation as the school's resident sleuth. He skipped classes on a regular basis, often choosing to prowl the grounds while hunting for anything – something that wasn't boring. He slept, he ate, he wrote poetry. Time passed slowly.
"Honestly, you have the mind of a scientist and a philosopher, yet you choose to be a detective…"
"That's nice. Now, remind me, what happened to the alchemy teacher?"
"He was poisoned, apparently. Threw up, and was dehydrated beyond belief. They haven't found traces of anything, however."
"And the scene's exactly as it was?"
"Yes."
"Then it's a pity I'm not on it."
Not a particularly bad place, by any means. With its towering wall of stone surrounding it, a magnificent – yet sturdy – castle as the learning quarters, and with thinner, cylindrical towers acting as gender-respective dorms, it seemed ideal for practising magic. However, a sequence of murders never show somewhere in a good light, and generally doesn't do the general populace any good. As one could imagine, even though strict rules were enforced throughout, people dropped like flies – men, women, boys and girls, students, teachers, anyone. All had been drained of moisture, a chemical burn over their heart in the shape of a rose. A fascinating case indeed, but one that was not up to students to solve.
Normal students, anyway.
And, by no means was Sebastian Baker normal.
"Hudson, we've been through this. I'm not going to bother unless it's a five or above. Normally, I wouldn't even get out of bed for a case like this, but I'm so BORED right now."
Sebastian Baker looked his acquaintance in the eye, barely stifling a yawn. The first two lessons over for the day, it was now the break period, providing a fifteen-minute respite from the daily slog. Nothing in particular interested Sebastian – the serial killer would probably sate his appetite, but the law enforcement officers would not allow him access to the crime scene, despite his reputation as the school's resident sleuth. He skipped classes on a regular basis, often choosing to prowl the grounds while hunting for anything – something that wasn't boring. He slept, he ate, he wrote poetry. Time passed slowly.
"Honestly, you have the mind of a scientist and a philosopher, yet you choose to be a detective…"
"That's nice. Now, remind me, what happened to the alchemy teacher?"
"He was poisoned, apparently. Threw up, and was dehydrated beyond belief. They haven't found traces of anything, however."
"And the scene's exactly as it was?"
"Yes."
"Then it's a pity I'm not on it."