Yeah. So it seems that every single rp about witches and or wizards is also about Harry Potter, which sucks slightly. :x Not that HP isn't good, but it can get tiring. ;c

So. Teh Ty be looking for someone to do a sorcerer rp with her. Not in a sorcerer school, or even a sorcerer world, though. In the human realm. Where only two kids in a huge city are magical, and they 'just happen' to meet up, inspiring romance. Remember, though; In magic, everything happens for a reason, and nothing is down to coincidence or chance.

Rules:

Be semi-lit to literate.

Be either well-known or know I like rping with you, or post an example/ link to an example.

I can play any gender, and any S.O, just ta let ya know. Because, although straight sorcerers rule, gay ones rock. |D

Osiris's eyes flickered open briefly as he rolled over and tried to block out the sound of his alarm clock by holding his pillow over his head, but eventually he could take it no longer and reached out to hit it. Somehow managing to miss every time he slapped the desk, he finally gave up, removed his head from beneath the pillow, and muttered a spell under his breath. The small, golden dragon ring on his right index finger glowed, and the alarm clock abruptly burst into flames, followed by the smoke alarm going off instead. ''Oh crap... Oh crap...'' This woke Osiris up fully, and he jumped out of bed and began hitting the alarm clock with his blanket, ignoring the shouts of his mother downstairs for a moment.

''Osiris? Is everything alright in there?'' Her voice sounded concerned, and once Osiris had finally gotten the flames to stop and the smoke alarm off, he called back down to her.

''Yes, mom! I'm fine! The smoke alarm was just freaking out!'' He called, pulling on a pair of denim jeans with rips at the knees and a loose sleeveless shirt. That done, he slipped his feet into a pair of purple converts, not bothering to tie them.

Kicking the charred remains of the alarm clock under the bed, he cursed under his breath, before closing the door and heading downstairs to breakfast.

~~~~

Walking out the door with his bag on his back, he ignored the group of boys that fell into step beside him.

''So, emo, d'ya plan on cutting yourself today?'' One of them sniggered, to be met with a punch that knocked him to the floor. Osiris was used to this; his appearance- raven black hair down to his shoulders, pale skin, as well as snake-bite piercings under his bottom lip- caused many of the students to classify him as an 'emo'.

''No, but I do plan on cutting you if you don't step at least six feet away from me in the next three seconds.'' He replied bluntly, walking on as they stopped dumbfounded to help their friend- with a now bloody nose- up.

After that, Osiris arrived at the school with no more incidents, and headed to his locker. It amused him greatly, the fact that all the other students walked as close to the walls as possible, or stopped walking altogether, staring at him as he walked past. Perhaps they'd heard about the fight with Dylan Murphy the other day. Dylan Murphy was apparantly the toughest guy in the school, although Osiris knew it was all brute strength, no smarts, and no speed. Because of this, he managed to floor the lad in about three minutes. Karate did help sometimes, then.

Opening the locker casually, he pulled out his history book, french book, and science book, and turned to walk slowly in the direction of class.

[[Did you just call my poor, poor Osiris Oats? O_O;;

Lawls, both. |D]]

Osiris stumbled slightly, but managed to catch himself before it was noticable, and turned around to face some weird kid with snow white hair. Looking slightly bemused, he muttered a ew swears under his breath, before shaking his head and sighing softly.

''Hey, Swan-kid, watch where you're going, al'ight?'' He said, his voice neither harsh nor kind, but more exasperated, as if he was tired of something. Glancing behind the boy he had now dubbed 'Swan', he saw a teenage boy snickering and laughing with his friends, pointing. He doubted very much that anyone would collide with him on purpose, so figured it was one of them.

Giving them a glare that stopped almost all of the laughter, he bent down to pick up the books he had dropped when Swan had crashed into him, and turned on his heel in the direction of class. He had no plans to stick around and be mocked and laughed at; He did, however, plan to curse them with a spell to make them smell like rotting fish for a week. Or maybe a month, he wasn't sure yet.

Turning sharply, he walked into the science lab and headed to the end row, taking his usual seat in the corner under the window, where he spent the majority of his classes either day-dreaming or drawing. Occasionally both.

[[Nu. But if you call him Oats, I'mma call your fella Snow White. Und gerrim some dwarves. |DDD]]

Osiris sighed and shook his head. Apparantally, tripping was a regular occurance for this guy. Don't put him next to me... I'll end up killing him before class is over... he thought silently in his head, but his prayers went unanswered.

''Ah, Skiljoo, is it? You can sit... Ah, next to Osairis down the back there.'' The teacher, as per usual, made a terrible pronounciation on names, but at least he pointed at the right seat. Without waiting for the boy to sit down, the teacher took out his textbook, flipped it open, and told everyone to open it on page a hundred and fifty-six.

Which, of course, Osiris didn't bother with, but sat perfectly content, watching the rain batter the window.

[[-MUST SEE-]]

Osiris rolled his eyes, took out his book, and planted it down on the desk in front of the other boy with a loud thud. ''He can have it. I don't plan on using it.'' At this point a large portion of the class turned around in their seats, or craned their necks, eager to see exactly what Osiris planned to use as his excuse this time. It wasn't the first time he had blatantly disregarded the fact he was in school to learn, and nor would it be the last, but it was amusing to the other students none the less, and it got them out of work at the same time.

Osiris, satisfied with the fact Swan-kid would be using his book right now, turned his head once again to look out the window, his face expressionless and unreadable. The light rain appeared to intensify, grow heavier, and soon thunder could be heard, far in the distance.